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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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[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.]

[Does Taako know that crystal meth is made, arguably, of crystals of drugs ... who knows, we don't.

He laughs, shaking his head.]

Trust me -- if anyone can figure out how to do it, it's me. I'm sure there must be some way.

[The only limit is your ... imagination? Or some shit.]

[Heeee does not! He's seen some weird ass potions that Pringles made, but most of those just got you real drunk real fast and some other wonky effects. Nothing as hard or as addictive as real drugs.]

Well then, I'd wish you luck, but I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna wanna watch you stick crystals up your face until you get it right or your nose bleeds.

[That's not attractive at all and he has no idea how to take care of people who are hurt. He's a wizard and a chef, not a cleric.]

I may be starved for entertainment, but I'm not that bored. Yet.

...No, you'd almost definitely have to grind them up with something, first. Or just break bits off until you've got some of the dust to work with.

[Klaus, please stop talking as if you're seriously considering snorting the crystals that you're currently surrounded with. It's going to make you look crazy.]

[He does think this entire thing is a drug-induced dream, so why worry about looking crazy, right?

Except Taako is staring at Klaus for a moment and then he just bursts out laughing.]

Oh man! You are super serious business about snorting these dumb crystals! Fuck, my dude, the last time I was surrounded by these many I had two choices - either turn into pink tourmaline if I touched them, or some old witch in a time-locked forest read prophesies out of them for diamonds. I deeeefinitely would not be sticking it up my nose either way.

[Look, he actually doesn't worry about looking crazy on a regular basis because he knows what kind of trash he is, Taako.

He raises both his eyebrows at the other man's words.]

It sounds more like you did a whole lot of snorting something before you had that encounter, honestly.

[He barks out a short, loud, easy laugh and shakes his head.]

My world's got magic, remember?

[And to illustrate, he waves his hands and casts Minor Illusion, a spectral image of a miniature rainbow unicorn rising from his finger tips to gallop a circle around Klaus before disappearing.]

I'm part of a team that goes around stopping world-ending level disasters from these old janky-ass relics with crazy ass powers. One of them was turning everything to crystal. The other? Caused a time bubble. Crazy shit, sure, but all one hundo percent real.

[Klaus is definitely momentarily distracted by the unicorn.

He just sighs, placing his hands behind his head and then glancing up at the ceiling of the cavern.]

Right, well. That seemed a little far-fetched even for magic, but I guess -- why the fuck not, right?

World-ending magic relics, my dude. Shit got crazy.

[Especially in Refuge. The insane number of deaths he racked up there, the constant loops, the day boiling down to one hour chunks before he straight up exploded.

He's still trying to deal with all that. Or rather, trying to avoid dealing with it all by just adding all those new nightmares to his list of night terrors.

Taako shrugs lazily and spins a finger, winding a thread of light around it.]

That doesn't even count the first time where we sort fucked it up and an entire city got turned into black glass.

-- did I already ask you when your birthday was?

[It's definitely not because the player forgot and doesn't want to go back in the thread to look, it's because Klaus is a forgetful sort of lad.

It can be two things, all right?

Klaus, at least, can sympathize with the night terrors.]

Because that sounds exactly like the kind of trouble that literally gravitates towards my family.

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