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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!
DON'T GAOFKRKFKR LMAO
[No one likes that man.
Oh, but he wants them to so desperately.
He is back in his own skin, though he is a little more vulnerable now. Children are easy to read. He wears a grin.]
Yeah, you're right. I promised the Doppelganger we'd become great outlaws together. After all, I'm a handsome and talented defender of justice! If it's gotta copy someone, it's gotta be me! Wahahaha.
[The laughter sounds too loud to be natural.]
You can join us if you want, but I'm thinking of implementing a membership fee...
ITS A BEAST SOUND!!!!
Really now?
[he's digging in his pockets.
out comes a cigarette that he puts between his lips before he's searching again for something to light it with before he holds out the pack towards Yan Qing.]
Thanks, but I'll have to pass. I'm no defender of justice, though I am handsome. That hero stuff is all for you, Sir Trusty Outlaw. I'd rather take it easy and keep my meager funds. What's the charge? Teaching me something?
[THE BOYS ARE WAITING.]
can you imagine robin wearing a monster suit going gao
Yeah. The next time you get your sorry ass drunk, I'll teach ya how to get your shit together before you start blowing chunks on the floor!
[Think about who has to clean that up.]
If ya ever change your mind, Mr. Steal-from-the-rich-and-give-to-the-poor, my doors are wide open. I'm no knight in shining armor either, but who cares about that, right? You can work to the bone all you like. It don't change what they say. A rat with good aim's still a rat.
[And he's not referring to the man in green. Neither arrows nor amnesty changed Yan Qing's fate. He was found on the streets, so he'll die on the streets. But if it were up to him, he'd rather die with dignity.]
I just gotta keep doing things my way. That's how I keep my pride. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself either, Robin. Being a good person's a turn-on, y'know? Hahahaha!
i'm surprised i haven't seen it on twitter yet what is my TL doing
nothing to prove that follows the shit-talk, however. he wonders why he's being offered a kinship beyond their alliance as Servants of Ritsuka. a small lapse in his searching is all the sign there is of him getting caught off-guard. an outlaw like Yan Qing and a coward like Robin have no business trying to be knights, do they? nor rats. good aim or no.
after some more searching, Robin eventually finds a lighter! he snatched it off someone during all the processing. the spark wheel is flicked and a tiny flame lights. Robin lowers his head to it, letting the end catch. once done, he offers it. the least he could give back in return for an open invitation like "my doors are wide open" being directed at him. whether or not he's serious about the fee doesn't matter much.]
Here I thought bad boys were more popular! I was even thinking about asking you for advice on tattoos. I guess I'll have to toss out my leather jacket and motorcycle ideas, too.
they're busy drawing bartender robin
Does he need a reason to offer his friendship? Maybe he does. Maybe he's just trying to get on Ritsuka's good side. But Yan Qing has nothing to his name. He left Mt. Liang. His master left him. A lone man who fights with his fists? If he should survive in a new world, he'll need something else to count on.
In the end, he's weak like that.]
Don't be like that! Who says ya can't be both? [He takes a drag and exhales, wisps of smoke filling the air as he relaxes against the backrest.] The ladies love that stuff. A dark past, a sensitive soul, great hair... Timeless classic. Then, you know, maybe you'll finally score that date with Medusa. Hahaha!
[He makes no mention of his tattoos. After all, they weren't his choice.]
i need to draw bartender robin
according to Robin, yes. for an outlaw to want to be friends? he's not being told something. Trusty Outlaw, his ass. it couldn't possibly be because Yan Qing called him a stand-up guy or Elizabeth calls him reliable or whatever else. that Robin is someone who can be counted on.
and despite his aversion to being a defender of justice or labeled as a hero, he can't ignore sincere pleas.
Robin pinches his cigarette and pulls it from his mouth so he can speak.]
Nah, I'm fine with just looking. [at her ass. he exhales, his smoke joining the cloud already floating in the air.]
Being both sounds like it would take a lot of effort, anyway.
YEA
[Maybe. Why does Robin think Ritsuka trusts Yan Qing so much?]
Whatever you are, I sure hope it's what you wanna be.
[There's not a lot of fun in pretending.]
bartender robin and yq working together
I am what I am. [and that's all that I am. so he says, rather flatly.]
Though I'd really like to stop being the guy that keeps getting dragged to all these different places. Be it by Grails or whatever other power. Novelty is getting old. Pick a different Archer.
that's gonna be our next stupid thread
[lol]
how many dumb scenarios can we put them in
plus, his canon point is way before he's any onii-san.]
I don't like you calling me senpai, either. It feels like you're making fun of me...
a million. office au. hospital au. magic mike au.
[He takes another drag.]
Just be thankful you're being given another chance. Some of us gotta go through hell to get that.
[Robin Hood is a legend, a legacy, a figure that transcends the human imagination. The Grail can summon him anytime.
For fictional characters like Yan Qing, it's a little different. He wasn't summoned with the Doppelganger for no reason.]
the hangover au with a tiger in the bathroom.
more than he appreciates being given so many chances. it's not that he's not thankful to be able to breathe air again and enjoy himself when he can. when he gets a break. but like all things, pros and cons.
"some of us" is he referring to himself? why else would he say it?]
Yeah, well, I'm gonna run out one of these days with how many have been used up. Or the Grail is gonna realize there are much better, noble Robin Hoods in history.
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