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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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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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But that was nerves. Totally nerves. He pushed them down when he heard doors closing, heavy footsteps disembarking. Chatter.
They stepped inside to investigate and Kanji could only see... humans, but not. Marred by multicolored scales, feathers and god knows what else (that guy had a beak over there), they seemed to be a blend of human and animal. They turned over the sleeping bags, peeked into the storage container where the ration dust was being held. One pointed out the fresh footprints - Kanji's breath held, he wanted to curse himself - and they seemed to speak to one another:
"Huh. So that's where all this went. Idiot's got no idea how to camp..."
"We told him, remember? But the... sensors..." Some fiddling, and one retrieved some kind of bleeping device from their pocket. He swept it around, and the bleeping seemed to waver from louder to quieter.
"What? What, here? Eh, it's probably some lizards fucking."
"More like a thousand of them, what with these numbers. A lizard orgy. Look at this read-out!"
"Hoooooo-ly shit. Wait. Wait, hold it there!"
The beaked individual with the device paused. Whatever it was, it was pointed in the darkness, and whatever it was reading was making it scream at a steady pitch. Meanwhile, Kanji's eyes narrowed. That horrible, violent feeling was bubbling in his belly. The grip of his hand tightened, and a very odd sound was rumbling in his throat.
"Holy fuck, someone's still here. Argus, that you...?"
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Odd thought to have to shift...
Eyes narrowed, she'd never seen anything like the individuals who entered the cave, but they spoke and were similarly criticizing the camping ground as she had mentally. Really, who just left this much behind? Also, why would they mistake the two of them as a 'lizard orgy'? Why was that the first thought at any read-out?
Still, they were detected. Feeling Kanji's hand apply more pressure, she squeezed his hand back. They didn't appear armed - and if she let Kanji go, he'd probably take them both out.
"... Who is Argus? They were not present when we arrived."
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"I recognized what that one said! More researchers!?"
"Of course not, stupid, look at them! No marks, plain skin..."
The first, a lizard-like being, narrowed his eyes at Naoto. "Who are you? How have you both reached your current stage of development without a blessing? Is it possible for a Prismal to be rejected by the moons...?"
"No way. Roche... it's them. The Chroma readings are coming from them," the bird-man spoke with awe, and extended his arm to hold the sensor closer. It was all but screaming.
"Bullshit. We can't produce Chroma."
"But THEY can. A whole crap ton of it. Are they a mutation? ...Or a new species?"
Interest renewed, they stepped forward. But a sharp snarl from Kanji stopped them after just a single step.
"Puh... touched by Sanguis, that one. Er, smaller one- does he have an off switch?"
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Though, where Kanji was snarling - touched by Sanguis? What did that mean? - she just kept her hold on him, a finger stroking over his knuckles.
Chroma, Prismals... there were plenty of terms she did not fully understand.
"That aside, is there a civilization you can take us too? Once I get him to settle down, we'll come to you, not the other way around."
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They needed to be investigated further.
"We can take you to Prisma. It's a snug fit, but we have room for passengers in our transport. If you are a new species, we need to report this finding to our biologists for official record."
The reptile, 'Roche', stepped forward again.
"You produce pure Chroma... pure energy. We'd like to figure out why. Our experts can do so safely... safely," he emphasized, looking to the growling larger one.
The bird nudged him, muttering: "Might be best to just address the big one's mate."
Then, louder: "At any rate, let's get going before the next dust storm hits. I don't need to pick more dust out of my pin feathers if I have to. I'm Egret, this is Roche."
Outside was a large, tread-wheeled vehicle somewhat like a tank without the massive turret jammed on the top. Naoto could smell something akin to fruit, perfume and something mildly fermented from within. Kanji would also only move if urged to do so, and would proceed quietly, keeping himself between her and the two creatures. Something in him had temporarily gone missing.