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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!

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Comments

Nero | Devil May Cry | Sen

[catchthis]

A. Lisa's funhouse

[Nero's been afflicted with the mark of the destroyer ₪. He's having difficulty moving and he's in an extremely irritable mood. This is truly the worst. He bangs his fist against the cold floor, violently while scowling. ]

Damn it...! I'm getting really sick of this bullshit.

[He lets out a deep sigh and falls on his back. It's painful to walk this way.]

You've gotta be kidding me. Am I gonna fall down a flight of stairs next? And smash a mirror while I'm at it? How much bad luck can a single guy get? Enough already...!



B. Camp Nowhere

[So he happened to stumble across the comm unit by some chance. Nero fiddles around with it for a while. He's no techsavvy, but even an ameture can mash a few buttons. That's when he hears catchy music coming out of it. ]

Anyone wanna dance? 'Cuz I'm feeling like doing the swing.

[He chucks the comm unit at another person in the room. Have fun.]


Wild card

[I'm at presages or you can pm me for ideas. Just DMC4 for now folks. ]

B

[gimmethewand]

I think that depends on how many Anti-Fairies are around and what mood they are in.

[Norm laughs.]

But I don’t see any of them around sooo... I reckon you’re probably not gonna get any more bad luck.

[Where Norm’s from, bad luck is caused by Anti-Fairies and smashing mirrors summons them so naturally, he thinks that is a good answer.]

[Yeah, his powers are pretty much gone and that might mean theirs would be too but it could just as easily be a genie-exclusive thing. Or a Norm-exclusive thing. He has no idea, honestly, and doesn’t care much either.]

[catchthis]

[ Nero looks somewhat relieved to hear that. It's been one thing after another and his short temper isn't doing him any favors. If it's just going to be this way for a little while then maybe he can endure it. He lets out a deep sigh. ]

That's the best thing I've heard all day. I'm not joking. You know I'm not exactly a fan of this.

[ It's so chaotic and mind numbing. Why. ]

How about you? Do you like surprises?

[gimmethewand]

It depends on the surprise, honestly.

[Norm grins.]

And I like this one a lot, now that I’ve had some time to get used to it. I mean, yeah, sure, I’ve lost my powers but I’m also free from my lamp sooo... I think it’s a net win, overall.

[catchthis]

You can't be serious. Surprises are the worst and this one takes the cake.

[ He waves his arms together in a dramatic motion pointing all around. ]

Excuse me? You were stuck in a lamp. What were you doing in there to begin with?

[gimmethewand]

[Norm rolls his eyes. Humans are so stupid.]

Being a genie.

As the tail -

[He swishes his tail through the at the word.]

- should make obvious.

A

[troubadore]

(What is it with scruffy looking scoundrels and their obsession with luck? L'Arachel is certain that if they applied the faith they had in luck (good―or bad as in Nero's case here), that they could achieve so much more. Fortunately for Nero, his luck might be starting to turn around as L'Arachel is an experienced healer... once she got around to it. First, the entrance. Dramatic and dazzling as always, with a quick flourish of the shawl hanging from her shoulders and evened steps, she approached the fallen man with rehearsed ease.

Has she been doing this to everyone today? Yes, it's possible.)

Only a daft simpleton would consider crossing paths with me to be bad luck. (Also anyone who is sane... Aiming the jeweled rod towards him pointedly, she continues.) Rejoice, for I'm here to save you from both mirrors and stairs!

[catchthis]

[ Oh no. When L'Arachel says that Nero thinks that she might be jinxing them both. His expression shifts into one of discomfort and uncertainty. ]

Should I be jumping for joy and yelling " My savior is here!!!" because that's not happening. Not today, not ever.

[ His eyes roll towards the sides in annoyance, then he pauses. It's not exactly L'Arachel's fault that he's so pissed off. Maybe she can actually help....? ]

I appreciate the assistance though. It's kind of you to lend a hand.

[troubadore]

Once I am through with tending to your wounds, yes, you may be able to leap about in joyous revelry. (The sarcasm doesn't phase her, seemingly going unnoticed.)

Of course it's kind of me to lend a hand. What manner of a healer who benefits from divine grace would I be if I kept it all to myself? No, I must exert myself and traverse these lands far from my home in my on-going pursuit to rid the world of filth. I swore to restore it and restore it I shall.

(She shakes the rock with a shiny orb tied onto it towards him enticingly.) Starting with this plucky adventurer right here! Er, you are an adventurer, are you not?

[catchthis]

Well, yeah sure....just drop the plucky part and it's fine. Whatever.

[ Nero brushes his hair out of his face and takes another look at L'Arachel. She appears to be quite young. ]

You're really strange, do you know that? I mean no offense. I just call it like I see it.

[troubadore]

(Young, yet experienced enough to give men three times his age a headache. Just another skill in her "talented" repertoire.)

Strange is a familiar enough label that I cannot find resentment in it. (Meaning that he's not the first to call her that. Probably won't be the last.) Worry not, for no offense has been taken.

(Just mind the gaze. Her dress is a little bit on the short side.)

Will you tell me what ails you then? I am a healer, not a mind reader.

A - she had CR with a Dante and is CRAU so she might find him familiar!

[menphina]

[ After being aided herself, she's been on the lookout for others who are in the same position she was in. It was harder to move and she blinks when she hears the voice nearby...

Her ears flick before she runs towards it, her steps silent as she does and spear clutched in her hand when—

Those shites—

She sees the sparkling bugs coming this time, and her spear is swung out to slice at them, deflecting them with rainbow colored sparks as they hit the metal of her spear. When no more appear, she turns to the groaning young man before racing on over and reaching out to grab him and help him sit up.

For now, any familiarity is sidelined in favor of aid- as she would as a healer. ]

Stop complaining— there's wild beasts out here. Try and lean on me so we can get out.

[ She needs to get him somewhere safe— though one might wonder how a lady of her small stature could handle a much taller person like him. ]

ok!! sure np!!!

[catchthis]

Ugh, the last thing I would do is rely on you. Looks like I've got no choice in the matter. Talk about a sudden turn of events.

[ Nero reluctantly nods and accepts the help he's given. If they don't move then they might die. He's not stupid enough to take that risk. ]

Watch yourself, I'm not exactly lightweight.

[ Despite his complaints he seems to be trying as well. He dislikes accepting help from strangers but he hates losing even more. So Nero tried to go along with Megumi for the time being.]

[menphina]

Won't kill you if you get help, unless you're allergic to that sort of thing, lad.

[ She just side-eyes him before... surprisingly, lifting him with ease against herself. It's like he weighs nothing to her for the most part, and she tugs his arm around her shoulder as she stands. ]

... not a problem for me, though, Lightweight.

[ There's a wry smirk, before she moves, ears flicking as she keeps a hold on him. She doesn't seem to be too troubled at all, and when she spots some rock formations nearby, she easily sets him down. ]

Right... show me where you got stung. Those bloody stingers were definitely the cause of it.

[ And now that she's getting a better look... ]

Huh. Cute face for such a potty mouth.

[catchthis]

I've got all sorts of allergies. None of them are good for the complexion.

[ Nero's always been the sort of person who makes rude remarks. To have it pointed out to him is nothing unusual. People do that all the time. He lifts up his back to show where the mark is. ]

Don't give me any compliments. I can't take that.

A

[g_jr]

[Sherry had been looking for somewhere she could find a drink she was so desperately thirsty... but upon hearing Nero's voice, well it sounded like he was in trouble so she had to go and see if she could help.]

Hello?

Who's there?

[It didn't take long to find Nero fallen on the floor like he was. She quickly moved to his side and knelt down.]

Are you okay? I heard you yelling...

[catchthis]

Does it look like I'm okay? I have so many things that I could be yelling about right now.

[Nero scoffs and narrows his eyes. He slouches and moves uncomfortably. ]

What a mess. I'm not going to be able to get up like this. Damn it.

[g_jr]

Well, the fact you can still yell is still a good thing right?

[Her eyes narrow slightly as she sees Nero's devil arm but she looks back to his face with nothing but concern. She'd help pull him to his feet right now, but she doesn't want to risk aggravating any wounds that might be the reason he can't move.]

I can help you up, you're the first person I've seen here so we might as well help each other, where are you hurt?

[catchthis]

It'd take too long to say where I'm hurt. Everywhere, damn it.

[Nero takes in a deep breath and then sighs.]

I think this is the part where I'm supposed to ask you for help. You know? I don't really like that. Let's be real, you're a complete mystery to me.

So why don't we cut to the chase and start with introductions? The name's Nero. Who are you?

b!!

[hoasen]

[She legitimately has to catch that comm unit.]

H-hey! This one is yours if you found it first--hmm, sounds familiar. Anyway, it's yours. You can always sell it later.

[And she runs back to him to try to push it back into his hands.]

[catchthis]

[ He just throws it at the wall, seeming disinterested. ]

Ugh, no thanks. Who's gonna buy this garbage? I'd be better off selling dirt.

[ When the device hits the wall the sound plays again and Nero's face expression into that of irritation.]

Give it a rest!!! Does it even have an off button?

[hoasen]

[The fact it stayed intact after that, she lifts her eyebrows.]

Someone's garbage is another person's treasure. You never know!

[Now she wonders what music he's into if this pisses him off.]

It seems rather...resilient. Anyway, maybe we can look for it. What did you press before?

[catchthis]

Don't know, I forgot. Let's just press something until it shuts up for good.

[He shrugs and then starts tapping away at the thing....IS THE VOLUME GETTING LOUDER?]

For crying out loud. I think I just made it worse. Here, you try.

[Good luck.]

B!

[lnvestigator]

( Bold of you to assume that even an amateur can figure out how communication devices work.
Enter Juno: the amateur who has no idea how communication devices work.

He catches the comm easily, and that's about where the ease of knowledge ends. )

Sorry, pal. No dancing before the bars open.

( Get two beers in him then you can talk. )

Now how do you... Where the hell is the...

( He flips the device around a few times, looking for an off switch—or even a volume dial—that may or may not be in plain sight. There might be something useful on this device, but he can't think with the power of plastic coming at him a 100MPH. Bested, he tosses the device back to Nero.)

[catchthis]

What a bummer. No dancing, no fun and not to mention this pile of crap is still irritating me to no end.

[He takes his gun and shoots it with a single shot. The music starts playing again and all that did was dent it. ]

Well, what do you know? It's working after all that.