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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!
The Spy | Team Fortress 2 | OTA
[Spy had woken up in weird places before, but this may have just won the top spot of the list. The first thing he'd done was take a deep breath, assess his weirdly crystalline surroundings, and take inventory. His kit was missing, but at least he had his weapons and his watch.
So began his trek through this alien landscape. He's stripped off his suit jacket, draping it over his shoulder, and eventually has to settle for rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Which leaves his arm ripe for the picking for the mosquito. He waves it off too late,catching a glance of his arm just as the bite turns into a welt, and the welt spreads into a strange pattern along his skin.
He makes it another few minutes before his left leg starts... lagging, is the best way he can describe it. He chalks it up to the fact he got kneecapped before he'd woken up here. Fortunately, it seems he's not alone here anymore.]
Excusez-moi, could I trouble you for a moment?
[He manages to sound polite before his leg buckles under his weight and he falls, landing on his side with a grunt.]
▶ INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE G
[As far as cooperation goes, Spy was very much in the mindset of stabbing the newcomers. Thankfully, he was able to recognize that these people weren't soldiers, so he stopped himself before pulling out his knife. Which is good, because it means that he gets the bullet wound in his knee properly looked at and a nice beverage. He'd prefer a 1962 Chateau Matador, to be honest, but since this is very clearly not Earth, given their line of questioning, he'll take what he can get right now.
He's settling in the back in one of the beds and lighting up a cigarette when he notices the smell. He has the alcohol tolerance of a rock, but breathing this in is definitely starting to get him a little lightheaded.]
I think something's wrong with their... ventilation. Do you smell that?
▶ INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE I
[Spy takes the poking and prodding in stride, stripping like this is just an average Saturday for him - except for his mask. He adamantly refuses to take the mask off. The only thing he asks is a flippant,]
Do you mind if I smoke?
[It's a formality. He's going to do it anyway unless they specifically tell him that he's going to make the room explode or something. He lights up, stone-faced, as they run their tests and take their measurements.
He doesn't appreciate that everything is being broadcast. Thankfully, his stats are average: average height, mildly underweight but very fit, middle-aged, low-key bisexual, smells like expensive cologne and cigarette smoke, and probably going to die of lung cancer in ten years.
Spy just shrugs and keeps smoking.
The frequency of sexual activity fluctuates between once a month to three times a week, though. Grandpa got game.]
▶ WILDCARD
( prompt me or pm me if none of these are workin' for you! his moonblessing is Cordis. characters 21+ for any smut-flavored things pls )
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Unfortunately, Matt's been back here for long enough that the smell - and its effects - have already become a buzzy little background noise. ]
It's delicious, isn't it? [ His tone is more than a little bubbly, and he takes the question as an invitation to hop off of the bed and get to know his new friend. ] I'm Matt, by the way. I take it you're just as clueless as I am about our situation?
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Well, he can file that away as evidence that there's something going on here. The effects aren't painful or irritating, anyway, just... literally intoxicating, it seems.]
Indeed I am. So far, I've understood that we're in communication with aliens.
[He paid $10,000 for this suit, Matt. Drink it in.]
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Aliens - a little tired at this point, I think. [ Matt rolls his eyes at the concept. ] But at least these aren't the invade and conquer sort. [ A beat, and then, ] You're from Earth, I assume?
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Either that or the idea of invading Earth became too passé. [Aliens. Who knows what they're thinking? Spy takes a drag before answering.] I am, yes. Have you met anyone so far that isn't?
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Not directly, but I have seen people who are definitely not human. [ The shrug he offers is probably a little too casual for the concept, but Matt either doesn't notice or care. ] Either that or we've been picked up with some intense con-goers.
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[Spy doesn't 'do' confusion. Instead, he asks it like he's asking what Matt thinks of the weather.]
Interesting. 'Congoers'?
[Kids these days and their newfangled slang. He's pushing 60 at the very most, Matt, go easy on him.]
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[ Hold on, he takes a sip from the juice box. ] Best and brightest got abducted before that, though. [ Like he's put off like a rainy day instead of losing his home. ]
You've never been to a convention?
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If Earth was destroyed, I've been living in a very convincing replica.
[He looks at Matt like he's just suggested Spy give up the art of assassination.]
No. I don't have a lot of spare time. Places to go and whatnot.
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[ Hi, hello, hope Spy doesn't mind the intrusion, because his shoulders are getting very enthusiastically grabbed. ] Alternate dimensions!
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Alternate - we're from different version of Earth, you mean?
[He's not the science-y type, but he's picked up on some things.]
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[ A pause, and then, ] No - Maybe. Tell me, what year are you from?
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[He says it haltingly because it's just now dawning on him what the implications of this could be.]
Well. I've been visited by a colleague from 1992 before but this is far beyond that scope.
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Engineer got here not too long ago himself. It takes a while to go through the motions, the whole "I've been dumped in the middle of nowhere with no memory of it" thing, but eventually he's trekking the alien desert himself. He took time to study his surroundings, try and figure out what the hell was going on and - nothing.
It's not his first time with aliens, but damn. Maybe he should have taken up a 12th PhD on alien shit.
Anyway. Dell's not sure why he didn't notice him before (he chalks it up to being a sneaky French son of a bitch), but Spy's voice gets his attention almost as fast as the balaclava does, and the Texan grins wide.]
Spy! Goddamn am I -
[Glad to see you, he was going to say, but then Spy ate shit. The merc quickly kneels next to him and tries to grab an arm. Too late, but there was an attempt.]
- the hell'd you run into?
[Look, between the two of them, there's always some kind of grievous injury.]
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Spy laughs drily, his politeness fading now that he knows he's in familiar company. He's also fully aware that he fell in the most graceless way possible. (and this is why you get the goddamn life alert, spy)]
Ah. Latest mission from the Administrator. I was shot in the knee.
[He looks down at his leg, repositioning with the help of Engineer's grip to get off of his side.]
Although... I don't know if that's why I fell. It doesn't hurt, it's just... numb.
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There's a joke in there somewhere, but I lost it.
[What's Skyrim.
Anyway. After Spy adjusts himself, Engineer attempts to pull him up. Whether or not it's helpful, he'll find out.]
Must be old age. C'mon, lesse.
[He's kidding, but - all honesty, Engineer's just hoping he doesn't have to worry. They've managed with missing hands and legs and sometimes organs, but they're dealing with a lot of unknowns right now.]
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He stands with effort, putting keeping his weight on his right leg. Sure enough, his left leg just... drags. It doesn't react to any attempts by him to move it.
Spy idly scratches the welt left by the mosquito bite, then pauses to examine it closer. The patterns are darker, like a rectangular spiral but disconnected.]
Hm. This might be an issue.
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Yup.
[Despite himself, Engineer stays fairly calm. It's not the first worst-case scenario or alien abduction they've been in, at least. He tries leaning in for a closer look at the markings, as much as he can while keeping them both upright.]
That a bite?
[Engie's lips twist. Christ. Where the hell's Medic when you need him? He'd be a blessing and a curse in a place like this, but alien bugs are somewhat out of Dell Conagher's 11-degree depth.]
... Well. First option, I carry you.
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I think so. There was some sort of... crystal mosquito.
[Like regular mosquitos aren't already Satan. Spy takes a step forward and grimaces. This is very, very uncomfortable. He has to reach back and physically pull his leg forward.]
Hm. If you can just offer an arm -
[He tries to move his right leg. It doesn't go. He looks down and tries to move, and his knee just shakes. He's not falling over just yet, but he looks like he's about to.]
...Well. That's looking likely, laborer, because it's spreading.
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[Engie isn't a entomologist either. But if he could catch something like that and study it... ugh. They'll worry about it later. Hopefully when they're not in the middle of nowhere.
Or slowly losing motor control, apparently.]
Damn - alright. Just... hang onto an arm for a sec.
[He crouches down so Spy can grab his shoulders.]
I'll get your legs.
[One awkward piggyback ride: for you!!!!]
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[Spy holds on a bit tight as the gravity of his situation fully hits him - he can't feel his legs. He can't use his legs. He's officially a liability. Granted, Spy wouldn't have just laid down and given up, he has more dignity than that, but this was monumentally bad.
Wait. Engie's not suggesting what he thinks he's suggesting, is he?
Spy snorts and carefully moves to grab onto his shoulders.]
Thankfully, I'm not in a position to argue.
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he knows what you're
sayingthinking]Good. Because it's either this or bridal style.
[There's a grunt of effort as Engie picks up Spy's legs. Thankfully, they're legs, and Spy's not that heavy.
Just long.]
That, or I grab you by the arms and drag you.
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He makes himself at home on Engie's back - while still making it easy for him to be carried, of course, he's not going to be that much of an asshole.]
People would talk.
[Regarding being carried bridal-style. He snorts quietly at his own joke.]
This is preferable. If you're comfortable, that is.
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Legs scooped up, Engineer stands and starts walking. To where? No idea. Maybe this is the kind of physical contact that would fix Spy's legs, though.]
Probably would. Wouldn't want to make all those admirers out here jealous, now. [HAH.] Ain't comfortable, but we don't got much choice.
[It's mostly... because you're taller than him. But he's not going to admit that out loud.
Didn't help that this place looked endless, either. But Engineer could get a rough idea of where they were with the crystals.]
You still got your knife? We oughta mark off where we've been.
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Hopefully, this paralysis is merely temporary.
[Spy snorts quietly, arms settling on Engineer's shoulders. He's glad no one else is around to see this, because it's actually kind of nice.
That's good thinking, though. They could be walking forever without finding anything. Spy pulls his knife from his pocket, easily fans it open, and hands it over.]
I'd hope there's something out here. Shelter, at the very least.
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