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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!
B
He's smart enough to keep his distance, remaining hidden as he watches the brave fool approach the unicorn. Unicorns weren't real, and neither was this, but Hanzo is already invested in observing to see how exactly this all turns out. When the creature takes off with the man riding it, and holding on for deer life, he fights the urge to have a chuckle. The archer follows behind them, having to sprint to keep up.
Eventually he loses them and sees the very same unicorn flying past overhead, and hears a groan coming from the ground where the beast left its rider. Hanzo approaches, crouching near the man to see if he's alive, or if he has anything of value on him. Old habits die hard, and all that. Unfortunately he's not dead, so instead of reaching to check his pockets, he reaches out a hand to help him up.]
Was that worth it?
hanzooooo!!!
Once McCree rises back to his feet he dusts some of the crystal moon dirt off his rear and tries to ignore how the brief hand holding actually felt kind of nice.]
If you think you can do better you're welcome to it stranger.
saunters in drunk and late
The contact from pulling him to his feet is too real for any of this to be in his head, and he has to force himself not to bombard the man with questions about where he's from and how they got here.]
While I appreciate the offer, I will have to decline. [Obviously. A creature like that is not meant to be tamed. In VR nor in reality. Speaking of which, he looks the man over, and Hanzo's brows furrow like he's trying to make sense of seeing someone dressed the way he is in a place like this. It doesn't feel right. Like a knife in the wrong holster.]
Who are you? Where are we?
unforgive
You're askin' me like I know.
[Once that's out of his mouth he realizes that sounds like it could easily applied to both questions, but he's also okay with that. His name's not important anyway.]
Feels like we're on some kind of moon. [He gestures vaguely to Prismatica looming clearly in the sky like a big blue monolith. The view here is something he could just as easily imagine coming from the Horizon Lunar colony. ] And I reckon that's not Earth at all. You remember how you got here? [He doesn't.]
no subject
Have it your way, cowboy. [He's fine not doing names. It isn't as though he has any intentions of making friends.]
Correct. I can only remember waking up here. Before that my last memories were of Earth. [Hanzo rakes his fingers over his beard in thought, not wanting to prolong the conversation or his interaction with this man, but there are certain things he does have to ask.]
How long have you been here?
no subject
[It hadn't really crossed this mind there could have been any other possibility but then again he just gesticulated at one in the air. Imagine if this stranger were an alien from the future or something weird. Speaking of time, he shrugs to the other question.]
Was up there for a good 10 minutes. Put my old rodeo score to shame. [It's mostly useless bragging, talking for the sake of it and comforting himself with familiar comparisons when the only other thing he currently has is this coolly focused stranger from Earth.]
Before that, maybe two hours of wandering.
no subject
Then we are from the same Earth, give or take a handful of years.
[When the stranger starts to talk about his performance with the unicorn, Hanzo groans, turning away from him deliberately so he can take in their surroundings. Surely that’s more useful than listening to the man gloat. He’s hungry and it’s becoming harder to ignore.]
It feels closer to 5 for me, but there is no way to be certain. [There’s a nearby tree with fruit but he’s unsure whether or not it’s safe to eat. He looks from the cowboy to the fruit and before he knows it is offering it to the other to try first.]
no subject
What in the
tarnationhell is that...[He makes a face and rears back a little. It looks like an apple but coated in a crystalline sheen, like everything else around here. In the right light, it looks nearly chrome. The smell though... It's cloyingly sweet. Maybe even fermenting, which has an entirely different and possibly strong appeal for him.]
You want me to eat that?
no subject
Yes, that display with the unicorn took a foolish amount of courage. I suppose I imagined you would take a bite without hesitation. [Perhaps the cowboy has more sense than he lets on. He sees a half eaten fruit not to far from the tree, and another eaten straight down to its core.]
It seems it is my turn to be the fool. [He takes a large bite. If he's going to get sick or die from this fruit he at least wants the illusion of not being so hungry. The juice is sweet, but there's something else to the flavor that reminds him of plum wine. Some of the liquid escapes down the corner of his mouth and drips down his chin.]
Perhaps you should wait to see if there are any bad side effects. [He takes another bite looks up at the tree to see if he can get to any more toward the top.]
no subject
[His protest is too little too late and he doesn't exactly make any further attempt to stop someone him from biting into the alien fruit. Even the thin trail dripping down his chin exudes that sweet scent. McCree too, is curious how
heit tastes.If nothing else, he absolutely respects the guy's resolve to his decision.]
I don't wanna bury the first fellow I met on this alien planet.
[Despite some real concern, McCree's tone is insufferably casual and bordering begrudged, like being present to Hanzo's decisions was a burden he also had to bear. Belatedly, he spots some of the other half-eaten fruit on the ground and carefully rolls it with the tip of his boot. He'd half expect some psychedelic colored serpent to pop out and tempt him with it. It's harmless.
If Hanzo starts climbing, McCree will tip his hat up and position himself somewhere he can catch him if his body does suddenly go limp or worse. He's warming up to the idea of trying the fruit himself.]
Wouldn't even know what to put on your tombstone.
no subject
Your concern is misplaced. I am a difficult man to kill.
[He appreciates McCree's sentiment none-the-less. Once he's halfway up the tree he notices the other man seems to follow him, ready to catch him, it seems. Hanzo isn't used to that sort of thing, but he tries to continue like he doesn't notice. Once he finishes the fruit he has, he tosses down the seed so he can have his hands free to pick two more that he hopes will be as ripe as that one.
By the time he gets back down from the tree he's a little tipsy, though his body language doesn't quite show it.]
I want my tombstone to say something about discovering naturally occurring fruit alcohol. [He laughs softly, covering his mouth when he catches himself, handing one of the fruit over to the cowboy. He's not completely awful.]
i'm mad i sat here for like 20 minutes trying to think of anything other than 'moonshine'
Usually these things gotta' ferment first...
[He's smirking anyway at the idea of cutting out the middle man, mood eased by Hanzo's stifled laugh. The same I'll-probably-regret-not-doing-this-if-I-die bravado that drove him to his daring pegasus exploits urges him to take a big bite out of the fruit. What follows is his best Antonio Banderas impression, fruit so succulent and unlike anything he's ever had before. For not being so hungry before, now he is.
He whistles low and sharp in appreciation, then takes another bite and charmingly talks with his mouth full.]
Gotta' give it a name first. I'm thininkgh... Moonshine. [Completely unaware that's what the stuff already is and is called.]
oh no lol
I have no idea how it is possible, but there must be some strength to it. It takes some time for me to become drunk, but this.. [Hanzo holds up the fruit he still has while he watches McCree eat like a savage.] This is strong.
[Based purely on the archer's expression, it's made clear he doesn't understand the reference. His eyes narrow to a squint like he's trying to assess whether the cowboy is alright or has lost his mind. Moonshine, though. It seems very on the nose, which he likes, so he offers a nod.]
This does not change the fact that being stuck in a strange world is inconvenient, but it does make it somewhat better. [Hanzo bites into his second fruit, the familiar warmth spreading down to his stomach as he takes a seat under the tree. The more he eats of the thing the less concerned he is about what a bad idea it is to knowingly get drunk in a strange place with someone he doesn't know if he can trust. What helps is that he's sure he can take the other man if he needs to.]
You know, I considered telling you that the taste was unpleasant so there would be more for me. [He chuckles, not stopping himself this time.]
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You would've let fellow man starve for some weird moon fruit. [McCree's hardly offended, he chuckles too.]
Says an awful lot to your character.
[No it doesn't. He barely knows the guy, other than he's a self admitted jerk, unafraid to die by food, and real nimble up that tree. That said, McCree's increasingly intrigued and warming up to the idea of his company. Wouldn't be the first kind of person he knew like that.]
Then again we might both die and I guess that'd be the first thing that kills us.
no prob bob
Only if the alternative was to potentially poison you.
[He offers a smile, like that will somehow make up for it. Which, he must admit, comes more easily than usual. Hopefully it's because of the fruit's effects and not because he subconsciously finds this strange man charming.]
If it is safe enough for animals to eat, I thought I would take my chances.
[McCree's comment does make him laugh, and it's definitely the fruit. That's his theory and he's sticking to it. How a fruit has the ability to equal a quarter bottle of sake is a mystery, but he's hungry and thirsty enough to bit into the fruit he'd originally planned to save for later.]
Dying with someone you love would be romantic. With you would just be sad. So do try not to die, cowboy.