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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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"No flavor... Strange. It should have one the moment you consumed it, your saliva would've activated it even minimally." So the powder just... had no flavor. Who'd willingly eat it?
"... Yes, I suppose we should. I was concerned what we would do if the temperature dropped."
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"That's weird, I feel kinda... full now." It wasn't satisfying in the slightest, but he felt rather like he'd had lunch about an hour or so ago. Okay, weird space rations. Bravo.
He set the bag down and went to check everything else out. The sleeping bags were dusty, and he shook them off for good measure. They smelled okay, nothing funky-
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It was a long silver object that bounced out of the second bag he'd shaken out. It started to hum for good measure, giving off a distinct vibration.
"...The hell is that?" Lightsaber? No laser. But-
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Choosing to inspect the sleeping bags with him, Naoto stepped back as he shook them out... and then moved further back at the silver object.
"... Maybe research wasn't their intention." Because that... that looked like a... thing.
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Well. She's not dumb. Of course she'd know what it was.
"M-maybe they needed some stress relief nights! I mean, who-who the hell'd get anywhere in a dusty ass place like this!?"
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Who runs off to the desert with a case full of rations and a fuckin' vibrator?? Not HIS idea of a vacation.
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Oh god, it was still buzzing. Kanji hunkered down to very, very gingerly nudge it over to turn it off. He doesn't know where the fuck it's been.
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"I-I suppose..."
Did it have to keep buzzing?
She at least provided Kanji the decency of turning her head while he tried turning it off.
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She turned away as that familiar hot wash of shame prickled up his neck. What a great way to spend an afternoon (evening? morning? What time was it even?), waking up on an alien moon and bumping into someone's long lost sex toy.
...Fuck it.
YEETKanji pitched it out of the cave. If they wanted it, they could find it.
"Wh-whatever... I guess I should try to get this pit goin'. I at least know how to make a firRE!? Whoa, WHOA!" He stumbled back. What just happened?
He saw fire for a minute. Fire in his hands. Fire hands. Why did he have fire hands? That was Yukiko's thing.
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Hearing the sound of something flying through the air, Naoto glanced first before fully turning, relieved that Kanji had chucked the offending object out. Neither of them needed to see that... and if she had her gloves, maybe she would've moved it herself.
"Yes, but we should...???"
Head snapping towards him as he jumped, she was confused as to why he yelled.
That 'toy' wasn't a boomerang, was it?"Kanji-kun, is everything alright?"no subject
"H-how should I know?! Look...!" He held his hands over the spent fire pit. He narrowed his eyes and concentrated. He said he knew how to make fire, tried to drum up the same conditions as before...
It was just a small flash, a puff of flame. But it died as quickly as it had appeared. Nothing in the pit caught.
He tried again, and it was much smaller.
"What... what gives? I had a power but I spent it?"
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"... As I was saying, the pit is spent. We need to put in more kindling in order to ignite it and fuel to keep it going."
In the back of her mind, she had to wonder if she could do anything similar. Exploration into such ability would come after they got a fire started.
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"Yeah... maybe they tucked somethin' away. I don't see any firewood or anything, though."
Maybe in the dark corners. But try as he might, he found a device that played video and music (some kinda space idol?) rather like a handheld TV, but nothing that would constitute as kindling.
"Looks like they left their tablet. ...A tablet with reception!" He hurried back and sat down, tapping through it.
"How the hell's there a signal out here!? That means there's a tower, a city, civilization or somethin'...!"
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She wouldn't be surprised if they left once they were out of fuel. Examining the pit to get an idea on what they might be looking for, she was back up when he said he found a tablet with reception.
"Yes... or a satellite. Allow me to have a look. We might be able to pinpoint the exact location it's getting its signal from."
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Kanji subtly slapped his own cheek and focused on the catchy tune as he took a minute to peek into the dead pit himself. They either had some kind of space fuel or there was a source of wood nearby.
He gathered up a charred piece of whatever-the-fuck. With a nod he stood and went to one of the cavern walls. Hmm. Should he write a message in case someone came here and they were gone for more water or something?
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Thinking along that line, it took her a moment to discover that she could trace the signal... or she could signal for a pick-up. That, of course, after she got past the idol group(?) and music. No time for distractions.
"Hm... Looks like it's still capable of contacting a dispatcher."
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Kanji tossed the char aside and hurried back. They could contact help and figure out more about where the hell they wound up.
"Let's do it! We'll see if we're picked up by aliens or somethin'. I'll take anything over this purple desert and protein sand."
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She had some mixed feelings about doing this, but... At least getting taken somewhere would be a start to figuring out where they were exactly.
Tapping the button, she waited for the confirmation before nodding. "It will take some time, but... someone's coming."
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He lowered to the ground and started up on some leg stretches. You know, in case he needed to get limber after being encased in crystals somehow.
"We should come up with a plan, then, in case they're hostile. I can only kinda drive a car, but it shouldn't be too hard when you've been on bikes and stuff, right?"
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But she would like to spare them in case.
"We don't know their physique, and we don't know if they'll drive anything like a car..." They're at a disadvantage.
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He rubbed his hands together. He was ready for action.
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His enhanced sense of smell would come in handy should one thing come to another. "We should take cover until they arrive."
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Kanji gestured and led on into the dark, reaching into his pocket to get his dirtied glasses on. The frames were a little bent, but he could manage it for now.
"Ouch- F-fuckin'...! Watch your head, the ceiling dips after a little bit."
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"... I think I'll be fine."
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"You ain't immune to low ceilings n' concussions, Detective."
Kanji opted for pressing a hand to the wound and waiting. They'd gone far enough, he thought. They'd have to step into the line of sight to get a good look, and that's where the two of them would be waiting to potentially subdue or take what transportation they brought.
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She was always vertically challenged, and she stopped wearing those wedged shoes she met the team in three years ago. Still, she would keep herself low enough to avoid the risks. When Kanji stopped moving, she shifted closer to him, hand brushing against his leg, and waited.
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Kanji's breath caught. He hadn't thought about an incidental touch, but considering what happened the last time, and the fact that it was dark and maybe a bit too stressful, he set out his unoccupied hand and sought out hers.
Immediately the mark taken out of him by the crystal roof began to grow warmer, the bleeding staunched...
"I hear somethin'. Far off, but it's comin'. You ready?"
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"Yes..."
Soon enough, even she was able to hear the vehicle(?) drawing close.
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