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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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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.
[Which. He really doesn't want
this is me giving full permission for a piggyback ride]no subject
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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Here's hopin'. [He snorts.] I'll make you some new legs, if we gotta.
[Meaning: We can cut them off. Assuming necrosis sets in or the venom travels up Spy's heart. Engie glances up and grins. He's kidding. Probably.
He takes the knife about as well as he can still holding onto Spy's legs with a nod. Luckily, it's easy enough to leave notches in the crystal jutting out next to them.]
This place's definitely alien. Can't say for sure what qualifies as shelter or food out here yet.
[Spy's rotting legs, maybe. Engie keeps walking.]
So. Mission from the Administrator, huh?
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[Even if they're the leg equivalent of Scout's arms. Chicken legs.
Although... when the paralysis set in, it had been a cold, creeping feeling. Now that they'd been walking for a bit, they were starting to tingle. Just enough to be uncomfortable.
He shrugs it off for now. Right now, he has a perfectly good set of eyes, and he's watching the horizon for... anything. Movement, something sticking out, anything that could be worth looking into.]
Ah - you heard about that? It seemed like no one was quite sure what had happened to you.
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[Engie glances up.]
But yeah, I heard it. Saw you'n Scout in the paper too, 'bout five months ago.
[He chuckles and looks back down.]
I'll be honest with ya, Spy. I'm still half-figurin' out if I'm hallucinatin', here... between you 'n this crystal stuff. Ain't like we never been snatched by aliens before. But some strange stuff happened before - well, here did.
[Long story short, there's an extremely slim chance he might have been jabbed in the neck with something, and somebody wanted the Administrator out of him.
Probably not. But taking care of Helen's been a wild ride so far.]
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[Sorry. The tingling is really distracting. It's like his foot had gone numb, except the entire lower half of his body and it's also feeling kind of warm. Two very conflicting feelings.
He sighs, shaking his head with a small frown. He'd still like to forget about being in prison. It's rather insignificant in terms of the places he's been, but it's still embarrassing. Mostly because of how he was caught.]
Well, if you're hallucinating, then I am as well. Although that could very well be possible.