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Cybernetic dream, something like you've never seen

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▶ 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.

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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Yeah, but full doesn't mean satisfied, my dude. Why settle for adequate when you can have fantastic?

[He takes the powder and grabs a handful. It has that distinctly grainy feel all powders tend to have when they aren't milled finely enough and Taako sighs. They couldn't even make it a good powder. He wouldn't even dust his coffee with this shit.

Not that he'd dust his coffee with random crap he found lying in a cave anyway.

He takes a breath and concentrates, corralling his mind from flinging itself into worry and fear. This will be the first time he's transmuted a food since The Incident. And sure, it wasn't his fault. And sure, he's feeling a lot better about it all. But he literally just found out a week ago and this is... It's a big step.

But that's what he's about right? Taking big steps when it comes to culinary achievements. He's Taako, from TV, and like hell if he's going to let some jealous asshole take that from him anymore.

The powder in his hands glows with light and then pulls itself up, reshaping itself into three donuts - powdered sugar variety, naturally - stacked one on top of the other. He's careful to leave the nutritional properties of the powder intact though. Because while he could transmute the entire bag into real food, it'll drain his spell slots fast and he wants to keep those in reserve.]

At least these'll be more appetizing.

Well, that's a hell of a trick.

[Klaus isn't sure what he expected to see when Taako took the powder from him, but it certainly isn't for the powder to suddenly turn into a handful of more appetizing donuts -- he blinks, stepping forward to take one of the donuts off the top of the pile (without asking, because what's being polite, besides, it was technically powder that he'd brought over, right?) to sniff experimentally.]

...huh.

Like I said: wizard.

[And sure enough they smell like freshly made powdered donuts, still warm even because Taako doesn't do anything halfway and he's gunning for you Fantasy Krispy Kreme!!!!! With Klaus taking the top one, Taako takes the middle and hangs the last one off his index finger with a snicker. It's a low-hanging vulgar fruit, but he can't help himself.

Then he breaks a section of the donut off and tosses it into his mouth. Yup, all that donut-y goodness paired with that weird fulfillment the powder brought, but this at least feels like food and not some weird lab experiment. He's quick to swallow his piece before Klaus can take a bite, waiting for a tense moment as he tries to see if anything happens.

When nothing does and his mouth is simply craving some coffee to go with the donuts, he continues eating casually.]

They're not gonna bite you, my dude. You're supposed to bite them.

[If Klaus has learned anything from doing new kinds of drugs, it's to either take a test hit yourself or to make sure that someone else does one for you -- he's usually too impatient for the latter, but Taako is eager enough to scarf down one of his own donuts that for once that isn't a problem.

Once he doesn't seem to immediately keel over and die, he takes a bite of the donut -- yes, he gets powdered sugar all over his face and no, he doesn't go to wipe it off right away, because --]

Shit, that's actually pretty good!

I'm not a celebrity chef for nothing, my guy.

[And shit, is he relieved that Klaus doesn't turn blue and die right then and there. Taako's fine. No wheezing, no problems, nothing, but who knew how a human would react. Did poisons go through them faster? It shouldn't have mattered because it was never even an issue to begin with. Nothing Taako made had ever been the problem. Ever.

But seeing Klaus's face smeared with powdered sugar and the look of delight there? Still a pretty huge weight off his shoulders.

Taako holds the last donut out to him, dangling it from his finger.]

You're pretty damn lucky to have run into me. You want the last one?

A celebrity chef, huh?

[He has definitely finished his first donut by the time that Taako offers him the second one, so he takes it without a devilish grin that is certainly diminished by the presence of the powdered sugar from the first donut.

He laughs, high-pitched and just a little manic.]

Well, you know, being stranded on a strange fucking planet, I think I was due for at least one win, huh?

[Once the donuts out of his hands, he smacks them together to get rid of any residual powder. He considers making something else, but thinks better of it. Spell slots being what they are and him being where he is, he wants to keep as much in his arsenal as possible. He zips up the pack of powder and palms it, wondering if he can just stick it in his bag and take it with him.]

Former, technically, but you never know - I might just end up on TV again someday.

[One day, far in the future. After he's done saving the damn world from the Relics. It can't be that far off? They've gotten a lot of them.]

So you've got two wins - wizard and chef - all rolled up in this gorgeous package here. Should be enough to offset a little of the shitstorm we're in having been dragged off-world to some godsforsaken planet moon thing at least.

What, did you viewership go down too much? Develop a drinking problem and punch a guest on the set?

[He breaks off a piece of the donut and pops it into his mouth, still talking around the mouthful of pastry (because obviously he doesn't have time to shut the fuck up for the few seconds it would take to chew).]

Mm -- well, y'know -- can't complain, so far.

[And once he's finished with his bite of donut, he does actually give the other man a quick appraisal. He's not wrong, the packaging isn't bad to look at.]

[He could tell the truth? But.... Well, he wasn't about to spill his life out in front of some stranger in the first day. Sure this guy was telling him a lot, but that didn't mean he was obligated to do the same.]

Some shit happened backstage - show had to go on permanent hiatus. Y'know how volatile show biz can be.

[Permanent until he could find Sazed, make him confess, or just...ignore the whole problem and never step foot in a kitchen again. That was entirely possible-- No, it wasn't. But Taako could keep his cooking to personal things instead at least. No more shows for a loooong while yet.

Taako shrugs easily with a well practiced smile.]

And you better not complain - I'm spending spell slots on your pretty face out of the goodness of my blackened little heart. I could have left you eating powder and kept all the donuts to myself.

[Even if Klaus does end up finding out the truth later? He's definitely not going to hold it against the guy for not spilling his guts to Klaus.

The things that he's telling Taako are, honestly, things that most people in his world just already know -- except the moon thing, and Five coming home, but those things aren't personal to him, so he can spout them off like interesting facts about himself and keep the things that he really doesn't want anyone else to know (everything else) to himself.]

Oh, sure. The politics of any public image are a real bitch.

[Not that Sir Reginald had ever had much interest in actually playing in to their games with the Umbrella Academy unless it would make them money.

He reaches over to give Taako's cheek a pat that's both genuine and at the same time, probably a little patronizing.]

And trust me, my pretty face is more than happy to find a way to pay you back for that little favor.

[Taako's pocketed the rest of the powder bag, banking on this guy being a little too scattered to ask after it, but if he wants to offer something else as payment? Fuck yeah he's going to take him up on that. Taako doesn't do charity unless it can benefit himself in some way.

With a smirk, despite the cheek pat, the elf tilts his head.]

Oh really? Then how're you going to pay me back? You got any gold on you? Or some nice shoes?

[Klaus is, in fact, a little too scattered at the moment to ask for it -- but Taako might find himself disappointed by exactly what Klaus is offering to pay him back with.

He grins, loose and easy, and then lets his hand linger and roll down the side of Taako's neck.]

Nothing quite so material. Touchable, though, sure.

[Well that's? Taako raises an eyebrow at Klaus's suggestive touch. He doesn't want to leap to any conclusions, but the way he's touching his neck either means he's going to turn into a vampire and bite him or the other thing. But he's been on such a long dry spell that he doesn't want to assume.

Fuck, he only had his first pseudo-date in who knows how long just last week.]

Oh really? The cave atmosphere really does it for you, huh?

I've always found the company much more important than the setting.

[And hey, distractions? They come in many forms, and some of them are far more pleasant than others.

He drops his hand, though, waving it with flourish off to the side.]

Of course, if you're not interested...

[Oh, so that's how he wants to play it? Taako isn't exactly desperate enough to bone it down in a murky cave, but he does love the chase as much as anyone. And it's been a really long time. It's not like he had the chance when he was adventuring and before that he'd been in hiding. It picking someone up a risk he wasn't willing to take.

Here, stranded on some weirdo planet, is probably not the best time to be thinking with his dick, but well, here they were.]

Never said I wasn't interested, my guy. Just a little amused that all it takes is a couple donuts and you're ready to board the Taako train.

[That's one of them, then, because boning down in a murky cave probably isn't even the strangest place he's ever tried to get sum fuk.

When you live your life trying to stay constantly overstimulated to block out the baseline trash you don't want to deal with, that kind of thing happens. And now that he doesn't have the drugs as a crutch ... well.]

Well, you did say you were a famous chef, after all. How do you know I'm not just trying to cement my status in this strange new world we've found ourselves in, hm?

[Because he's a former chef and a terrible person that most people don't want to be associated with, that's how.]

I was indeed. New world or not, everyone's gotta eat, so that's pretty smart of you to try to ingratiate yourself to me early.

[Taako smirks and leans in.]

But, you should know? I don't do shit for free, so don't expect there to be any freebie meals outta me.

As much as I disapprove, and suggest the much better strategy of 'provide a sample and then make payment required for further consumption' that drug dealers employ with great success, don't let me stop you from establishing your own economic strategy.

[Klaus, to be fair, is at least (by self-proclamation) one of those two things too.]

You already had your first taste. After that? It's all word of mouth.

[Taako shrugs and leans back.]

And considering how damn good I am, people are not gonna want to miss out on what I can do. The hype will be flying by the time I figure out how the fuck to start a kitchen on this godsforsaken planet - moon, whatever this place is.

[He laughs again, shaking his head and leaning back to glance at Taako sidelong.]

You've got a point, there. So, am I zeroing my account with my sparkling personality...

[And yes, it's finally been long enough that...]

... the powder you didn't end up giving back, or my pretty little mouth?

[Because somehow all three doesn't seem like a very good deal.]

[Fuck he noticed the powder he lifted.

Well, that's fine, because Taako can always just bribe him with more food made from it, right?]

Seeing as leaving the powder with me guarantees you get real food and not just bland white snow?

[He walks two fingers up Klaus's chest, flicking his lapel with a smile.]

Is that really payment or just a smart investment toward your culinary future?

[Now, that might be true if Klaus had much of a sense of 'planning ahead' here. That's not actually something he does, though, and how do they know they're not just going to die here, anyway?]

The powder's not that bad, honestly -- I mean, not my preferred eating, but I've lived off less for longer, probably.

Well, sure, so have I- [He's gone through starvation and had to resort to stealing and eating out of garbage cans in his life. Not glamorous in the least, goes against his whole image, but it's a thing that happened.] -but that doesn't mean you should have to when you have such a hottie here willing to make things for you if you just pony up a little dough.

Would you rather rough it or at least treat yourself to a little luxury?

I'll level with you, darling. If we're going to be in a situation where I'm going to be burning cash on something, I'd rather be snorting or shooting something a tad more exciting than powdered donuts.

[If he's going to be stuck here and there's drugs to be had, what would the harm be?]

[Fuck, he did both talk himself into and then out of getting a potential blowjob? FUCK. He's such a disaster. And now that he knows this guy isn't food motivated (honestly, who isn't food motivated???), he's pretty sure that chance won't come around again.]

Pfft, good luck with that here. Unless you can somehow figure out a way to snort a crystal, you may be out of luck.

[Please don't try to snort a crystal. He's pretty sure it'll fuck up your nose.]

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