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Prismatic Mods ([personal profile] prismods) wrote in [community profile] prismaticrap2019-03-05 11:10 am
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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.

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!
trenchdoting: (that's awkward)

[personal profile] trenchdoting 2019-03-15 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
What are you talking about? Sure, he taught you about bein' a prosecutor and all, but you know as well as I do that it was all a trap! A-after what happened with... y'know... [His eyes shift around, and he continues hesitantly.] ...your father and all...
bratworth: (slamming ♞ hoping everything's not lost)

[personal profile] bratworth 2019-03-16 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
( At the mention of his father, Edgeworth's eyes narrow and his tone turns positively icy: )

An odd trap, indeed.

( His mentor has provided him with his one chance of redemption, after all. )
trenchdoting: (real headscratcher)

[personal profile] trenchdoting 2019-03-16 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[That frigid tone cuts through Gumshoe! Even if he doesn't get what he's saying. Timid and confused, he scratches at his head.]

...S-sorry, Boss. But you're not making any sense at all!!
bratworth: (firmly ♞ to the dark 'cause if you turn)

i'm sorry i couldn't resist the pun

[personal profile] bratworth 2019-03-16 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
On the contrary, I would posit that you are the one who makes no sense.

( He's on the defensive now, tensed and edg(e)y. )
trenchdoting: (lost)

do you know who you're talking to

[personal profile] trenchdoting 2019-03-16 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
[It looks like now the gumshoe is on the other foot.]

Really?! But I feel like I'm making tons of sense now, pal! What you're saying is... It's full of contradictions! It's not like you at all, Mr. Edgeworth!
bratworth: (glare ♞ saw there was one for every day)

that's why i decided to post it! :,)

[personal profile] bratworth 2019-03-16 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
( He scowls. )

There is no contradiction in what I am saying.

( AKA: PROVE IT. )
trenchdoting: (angry)

good!!

[personal profile] trenchdoting 2019-03-16 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Objection, pal!! [He manages to cry out before he goes on. It's not like he has any evidence on him, but...]

You should know as well as I did! What that guy did to your dad... and then he tried to frame you for murder too!! Don't you remember how he was behind that whole incident at Gourd Lake?!
bratworth: (furrowed ♞ it's killing me when)

[personal profile] bratworth 2019-03-19 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
( It is good that Gumshoe is not seeking a career as an attorney, because in Edgeworth's opinion, his 'OBJECTION!' was weak and lacklustre.

And you know what, he's not even going to ask about this whole 'Gourd Lake' nonsense. )


I shudder to think what you might be implying.

( He could put the dots together, but that doesn't make the situation even more sensible, so he won't even try. )
trenchdoting: (lost)

[personal profile] trenchdoting 2019-03-19 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
But what I'm implying is... it's the truth, sir!! [He pleads, a mix of frustrated and hurt.]

You gotta remember!! That guy's nothing but bad news!
bratworth: (pout ♞ i'll be counting up my demons)

[personal profile] bratworth 2019-03-20 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
( His brow furrows further. )

I refuse to stand here and listen to this slander any longer.
trenchdoting: (stunned disbelief)

[personal profile] trenchdoting 2019-03-20 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
S-slander?! [He sounds hurt by this.] No way, sir!! You gotta believe me! Just... just think of all the times we've had together! Would I make any of this up?!
bratworth: (disappoint ♞ there's so much you can do)

[personal profile] bratworth 2019-03-21 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
( The detective is being rather optimistic for someone Edgeworth has met a grand total of twice in his life. )

I have no reason to think you wouldn't.
trenchdoting: (cheery salute)

[personal profile] trenchdoting 2019-03-21 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Gumshoe takes a moment to parse that.]

You have no reason to believe I wouldn't... make this up? [His expression brightens up.] That means you believe me!! I know I could count on you, sir!!
bratworth: (mrrph ♞ and you find you always stumble)

[personal profile] bratworth 2019-03-23 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
( Of all the ridiculous things...

Instead of even entertaining this conversation, he simply grumbles and turns to walk away.

Where is he going? Even he does not know. )


trenchdoting: (deep worry)

[personal profile] trenchdoting 2019-03-23 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
...Mr. Edgeworth? [The smile does on his lips as Edgeworth silently starts to leave, and he blinks in confusion. Could he have... guessed wrong?]

Muh... Mr. Edgeworth, where're ya going?! [He calls out, most likely to little or no avail.]
bratworth: (disappoint ♞ there's so much you can do)

oh no he's so sad

[personal profile] bratworth 2019-03-23 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
( He doesn't even turn around when he answers, speaking through gritted teeth: )

Away.

( It doesn't mater where he goes, so long as it's far enough from the detective and his wild accusations. )
trenchdoting: (frown)

yes, yes he is : )

[personal profile] trenchdoting 2019-03-23 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
But-

[His plea dies on his breath. He was thinking of following Edgeworth and trying to keep talking to him, but that one word silenced him. Instead, he looked down at the ground and groaned like a wounded dog. He doesn't understand any of this - how Edgeworth could not remember such vital things, and how he wouldn't even believe him. He wanted to look out for Edgeworth and protect him.

But he sadly resigns himself to the fact that he might not currently be the man for the job. So he slowly shuffles off in another direction, in hopes of finding civilization. And maybe, eventually, he'll find a way to help his dear boss.]