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▶ TDM OVERFLOW .001
▶ Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House
anytime, anywhere on the moon Iris | top
Everything is darkness except for dim lights sparkling in the distance, a faint gleam that greets you as you start to unfurl from your dormant state. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Throat parched and skin dry and aching, you grope your body in alarm to make sure your possessions are still in place. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers only rewards you with an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.
▶ Camp Nowhere
anytime, anywhere on the moon iris | top
Time moves strangely when you're trapped on a moon with no sun to guide you. Hours feel like days, and days feel like weeks. Travelling has rendered you weak and tired. Luckily, a few crystal formations in the shape of a cavern may offer you a small place refuge as you decide to nap. You notice a few artifacts left over from previous explorers.
▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble
prisma, iris | top
Over a day has passed when a group of people find you worse for wear. Some are full of uncertainty and fear while some are full of curiosity and excitement. They claim that they are scientists from the planet Prismatica here to investigate the sudden appearances of rainbow crystals in the skies. That means you and the others they’ve located within the area. You are all a surprising find to them, and they are quick to load everyone in their transport vehicles for examination and questioning.
You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why are the pegasi so ill-tempered? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They do have questions on their own, so it’s only fair to trade. They tell you about their world as they poke and prod you, trying to understand what you are and how you came into their land. If they’re not trembling in fear, some of them may ask you odd and invasive questions in return, such as what the rate at which your body achieves thermoregulation is, how long your refractory period is, and if you would be willing to submit various kinds of body fluids to them. It's up to whether you wish to comply or protest.
▶ Wildcard
Lunatia, Prismatica | top
It only takes a couple hours for the ships to reach their home planet. The ships drop the characters off at the city of Lunatia, where they will be given their communication devices and a plastic card they can present to certain landlords at any residential district for their subsidized (read: absolutely free) lodging. Officials at Prisma instructed the newcomers to await further instructions from the government, but you have a lot of time to kill before then. Why not explore in the meantime? Learn the ins and outs of the world, get a job, transform under the full moon, and explore the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!
This is this TDM's overflow. Feel free to move your threads from there and continue tagging!
anytime, anywhere on the moon Iris | top
Everything is darkness except for dim lights sparkling in the distance, a faint gleam that greets you as you start to unfurl from your dormant state. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Throat parched and skin dry and aching, you grope your body in alarm to make sure your possessions are still in place. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers only rewards you with an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.
A ⬤ As you traverse the near-barren landscape, you feel something sting your skin. It's small and subtle at first, then you finally catch sight of it: an elegant, crystalline mosquito buzzing around from the corner of your eye. However, a pest is still a pest. After a while, marks near your welts begin to form strange patterns on your skin, mimicking ancient runes. Each rune has with it a particular side-effect that may hinder you on your journey:✾ The Mark of the Enchanter: Hallucinations, hallucinations galore. Your character will see everything and anything their imagination can conjure and will have difficulty separating reality from fiction.
₪ The Mark of the Destroyer: Limbs start to cease their function, causing you to stumble or try and get around one-handed. Other certain body parts may be affected as well. Look at the bright side: you can stop worrying about jiggle physics and hiding your fear boner.
⍢ The Mark of the Sinner: Your hunger, your thirst, your fatigue and your desire are at an all-time high. Your impulses are rabid and uncontrollable. Maybe you experience only one of those symptoms. Maybe you experience them all. All you know is that you want relief now.
These effects will eventually clear up with a bit of accidental or purposeful physical contact with another person, making you wonder if there was anything wrong with you at all.
B ⬤ Hunger starts to gnaw at you vigorously. Perhaps you consider hunting the moon's creatures to sate your hunger. That's when you see it: a thick, meaty, juicy meal on legs.No, we're not talking about Alex Louis Armstrong. A wild silver-white pegasus runs across the purple landscape, its hair billowing in the wind as its hooves smack loudly against the ground. Try and shoot it, and you may find your efforts curtailed by its legendary rage. Eyes aglow and wings beating up a storm, this pegasus is no dainty horse. Two thousand pounds of pure muscle swoop down and charge at you, all blades and ammunition deflecting off its impenetrable skin. Taming appears impossible; it will buck anyone away and leave a sizable horn- or hoof-shaped hole in them for their efforts. Hunting it, however, should be easier. Relatively.
C ⬤ Or you may decide that you'd like to take a drink in the prismatic waters. A small pond can be found just a few miles away from where you first awoke, but gazing into it reflects what appears to be a window into your own world. You see the faces of loved ones or at least someone very close and familiar to you gathered around your prone body, shaking it frantically as though to try and rouse you, yet your image lies frozen and unresponsive, not even a whisper of life running through you. Did you die in your world? Is this your afterlife? The questions start to pile up along with the gnawing dread that you may never return home again.
▶ Camp Nowhere
anytime, anywhere on the moon iris | top
Time moves strangely when you're trapped on a moon with no sun to guide you. Hours feel like days, and days feel like weeks. Travelling has rendered you weak and tired. Luckily, a few crystal formations in the shape of a cavern may offer you a small place refuge as you decide to nap. You notice a few artifacts left over from previous explorers.
D ⬤ A comm unit abandoned within the cavern will display the former owner's idol obsession. As you tap the buttons indiscriminately, a holographic screen will appear, and you will see a fabulous recorded concert featuring three bubbly young ladies in animal print, singing to you about something called Cordis, a cat, and a bag of gems. Does this make any sense to you? Probably not, but the beat is catchy. You may even find yourself tapping a foot along to it. Don’t worry. We know it’s plastic love.
E ⬤ There's a small cooler-like container of preserved powdered food bags labeled with only the word “Edible” that can be safely consumed. Although the powder tastes as bland as you’d expect, it’s oddly filling, sating either hunger or thirst. But who will be the first — and the bravest — to try eating them?
F ⬤ A strange, pointed instrument is among the effects found in the cavern. It's silver, long, and thin with a curved end and a light. When you grip it with warm hands, it seems to vibrate enthusiastically and comes in three settings indicated by a frowny face, a neutral face, and a happy face. What could it mean exactly? No one knows, but you can fiddle with it to your heart's desire. Just don't ask yourself where it's been before. You don't want to know.
▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble
prisma, iris | top
Over a day has passed when a group of people find you worse for wear. Some are full of uncertainty and fear while some are full of curiosity and excitement. They claim that they are scientists from the planet Prismatica here to investigate the sudden appearances of rainbow crystals in the skies. That means you and the others they’ve located within the area. You are all a surprising find to them, and they are quick to load everyone in their transport vehicles for examination and questioning.
You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why are the pegasi so ill-tempered? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They do have questions on their own, so it’s only fair to trade. They tell you about their world as they poke and prod you, trying to understand what you are and how you came into their land. If they’re not trembling in fear, some of them may ask you odd and invasive questions in return, such as what the rate at which your body achieves thermoregulation is, how long your refractory period is, and if you would be willing to submit various kinds of body fluids to them. It's up to whether you wish to comply or protest.
G ⬤ If you react violently, you will be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. They came prepared, so have fun with that! In any case, conscious or not, you’ll be brought into one of the transport vehicles. If you choose to peacefully cooperate, you’ll be provided any necessary first aid and a refreshing drink to help you recuperate after the rough time you had for the past few days. Each transport vehicle has a few small rooms to rest in, but due to the limited space, you’ll have to snuggle up with someone else on that bunk bed. Unfortunately, the moonshine fruit the ship is also carrying in its cargo has an extremely sweet smell that’s been permeating through certain areas of the ventilation system… Taking a whiff of it may inebriate you for the rest of the trip.
H ⬤ It’s a bumpy ride as terrain vehicles draw over various crystal formations until you see a large dome-like structure up ahead. Within its confines lies the seat of the Prismatica's government, Prisma. It’s a bureaucratic wet dream: skyscrapers practically touch the upper surface of the dome, windows glimmer with a prismatic sheen as daylight hits them, and small ships can be seen flying to and from its spaceport. The scientists, members of the Lunar Scientia, usher you into their facilities for tests. Arrivals are likely to twitch, tremble, and panic as Lunar Scientia fellows take and broadcast every embarrassing, unfiltered detail about you — height, weight, age, strange odors, estimated frequency of sexual activity —- to one another. These scientists will ask you politely to undress, too, but understand if you don't want to. They're especially fascinated by the readings of pure Chroma inside you, whispering among one another excitedly about the possibility of the new arrivals being a new moon species. What should they call them? Moonborne? Moonblessed?
I ⬤ At long last, the questions and physical examinations are done. They’ve decided to call the arrivals as the Moonblessed. They’ll take you under their care until they understand more about you. You're allowed a very refreshing hot shower and a warm meal for your efforts. Don’t worry, the meal was imported from their planet. “Planet?” you might ask, but you won’t need to wonder for too long. The ships are preparing for their next destination: the nearby planet Prismatica, where you will be dwelling for the time being. You're free to explore the government center until then.
▶ Wildcard
Lunatia, Prismatica | top
It only takes a couple hours for the ships to reach their home planet. The ships drop the characters off at the city of Lunatia, where they will be given their communication devices and a plastic card they can present to certain landlords at any residential district for their subsidized (read: absolutely free) lodging. Officials at Prisma instructed the newcomers to await further instructions from the government, but you have a lot of time to kill before then. Why not explore in the meantime? Learn the ins and outs of the world, get a job, transform under the full moon, and explore the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!
This is this TDM's overflow. Feel free to move your threads from there and continue tagging!
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Gawain love me and come to me in NA, you gorilla.he didn't guess? animals get cranky when they're hungry!! he learned that in the forest. people have some degree of that instinct, too.
and though Gawain has B+ Strength, that horse has some muscle on it. every day is a Neck Day.]
I don't know if you noticed, but your sword wasn't doing mu... uh?
[upon hearing Gawain's plan, it seems to snort and throw its head. what WAS he thinking?! and what is he thinking NOW, saying it aloud? he threw their safety to chance by declaring as such.]
Whoa, whoa! Easy! [since the apple is pretty much gone by now, Robin reaches for the muzzle and tries to calm it down that way. think RAPUNZEL STYLE.
even though Robin is a Disney Princess in the Forest, the horse is still attempting to get Gawain off its back.]
Moron Knight! You pissed it off again!
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Just set your heart on some five star so he can come and spook youHonestly, it might be more that most people just don't conveniently have an apple on them.
But before Gawain can say anything, he feels the horse begin to buck and realizes his error. He quickly dismounts, or rather jumps off, but now it manages to jostle him so hard that he nearly staggers over.]
I'm sorry! I definitely do not plan on doing any such thing now! I promise!
[He is saying it as sincerely as possible and Gawain is always honest! Well most of the time. Really.
If the horse believes him, it still wants to make a point though and it pivots and kicks at Gawain, striking him right in the chest. It's not enough to do him serious harm of course, not with his armor, but it smarts.]
Oooph, please let us be even now.
[If he ever sees Gringolet again, Gawain is giving him a million carrots for being the most reasonable equine in the world. Yeowch.]
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there's so many I want tho.........once Gawain isn't sitting on the Apple-Loving Pegasus, it seems to calm. not before snorting loudly at Gawain and turning around so it can look at its big horsey ass. seems like it doesn't care and doesn't believe it for a second. clever girl.
Robin doesn't try and stop Gawain from getting kicked. first, because it happens to quick that it shocks the Archer. second... he's fine.]
Aren't knights and horses supposed to get along really well? You know, knights in shining armor? On a white steed? Riding into the sunset? For you, I guess you'd rather be riding into the sunrise.
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I mean yes, normally we do. But most of them are not like that. My Gringolet is far easier to deal with. He's not very smart, but he can actually hold a conversation otherwise, and I cannot complain about a horse who goes a thousand miles a day while still in a good mood.
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Gawain could not be more of a Knight's Knight. the epitome of it. like, he kind of already knew that but it's not as if they have a lot of conversations like this. he knows the guy in passing, like most Servants know each other.]
... Man, I think I feel bad for your horse.
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[Gawain really is what he appears to be. Which may or may not be a good thing.]
Though I suspect the most important thing is making sure that we do not get attacked by someone like our new acquaintance here.
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like fairies? that's the first he's heard of anything like that.]
Important to you, sure. I'd prefer getting attacked over a lot of other things.
[kidnapped. drugged. forced to be a waiter. being chased by the police. chasing a clone of his. some other stuff...]
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...really now? I suppose we all have different needs.
[Not that Gawain doesn't get it. Combat is easy to understand at least. Swing a weapon, making a thing dead, repeat. It's just this Pegasus didn't want to give into the laws of nature.]
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[as chivalry is LOWEST on his needs.
the Pegasus seems to be trotting off, leaving them alone now. it had its apple, it got Gawain back for threatening murder. Robin has the same idea of ditching Gawain, too.]
Welp. I'm off. Good luck, Knightly Sir. Try and refrain from threatening any more animals.
[poor Gawain. after all that, and the talk about rallying together, he still begins to walk off.
but a bluebird seems to dive bomb into Gawain's hair and chirps loudly. Robin halts suddenly in his tracks.]
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But that died when the bird suddenly nested in Gawain's hair. Looking up, he sighed.]
Your feathered friend seems to have left you behind...
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Robin looks over his shoulder, his surprise is written plainly on his face. once he realizes that IT IS, he's chagrined. the small blue thing tugs at Gawain's blond hair.]
He's not my friend.
[it's a flat retort and then he turns around again.]
But he seems to be yours now so, hey, you guys can team up instead. See you.
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[As much as Gawain loves animals, he's not about to become the owner of a small bird. Cute as it is, making itself comfy on his head.]
And how did it even come here with you anyways?
[He's going to follow after Robin now, because no, he's not ready to be a dad again.]
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Hell if I know!
[he calls out, many steps ahead of the knight and the bird he doesn't seem to want.
time to be a dad like Lancelot, Gawain. or better, hopefully. Gawain has longer stride and it's not before he catches up. Robin would have to run to lose him and he's not about to expend energy like that when he has no way to get mana from any Master.]
Both of you can stop following me.
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Of course, he could just pluck it off his head, because that would be rude to it and what if he made it pissed off? He was already dive bombed by a flying horse today. Enough is enough.]
Not until you take it back, Or get it to leave. Something like that.
[That bird is just contentedly chirping away right now though, not interested in leaving. That or it just enjoys the drama.]