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Cybernetic dream, something like you've never seen

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▶ 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!

Comments

[wireable]

[ he is allowing much, perhaps under the guise of the cordis cycle. but he knows that even without it, he'd be allowing her in close. he trusts her, even if he was a little shit about it when he was younger - he's apologized to her in many letters about that.

so he pushes his nose up against her after she kisses his nose, bumping it against her cheek teasingly. ]

I speak only the facts, Dr. Ziegler.

[ his tone is light and obviously teasing her a little bit more. his ears flick upwards and he draws back a little. ]

So, this is what they meant by us being a moonblessed, I assume?

[cadeuces]

( To which she'd replied in many letters that she understood. That the pain and loss he had endured was impossible for most to overcome, and yet he had been able to pull through. That she's proud of him for it and that she only ever hoped she could help. All things that he knew and that she had been sure to tell him at the time, as well.

Genji has always had her support and none of her frustration. No matter how he may have lashed out, her words were never unkind. If it hurt too much to continue, she encouraged him to rest and reminded him of how far he'd come from even the week prior. If he was angry, she sat with him in silence and put ice packs to his swelling or heating pads where he ached and kept him quiet company. If he couldn't get out of bed, she'd bring him some little thing or another, most often a hot little cup of sipping chocolate, and she spent as much time as she could once she opened the window for sunshine and fresh air.

She's glad she's found him in the midst of this change, so he had some companionship who knew him either way. (Also because it's a treat to bury her fingers in his fur and feel that silky soft undercoat.) )

Yes. The changes differ every month, as do the side effects we all undergo, but... Let's see. It's a little embarrassing; I have a photo from the last time.

( Look, don't let a super spicy and super affection-needy, ready-to-dote Iris out onto the world with access to their phone. She's pulling up a photo she'd taken of herself for some silly "moonlacing partners" app someone passed around the network, staring at it for a long few moments and cheeks coloring before she flips it around for him to see. Just for a second. To see that she hadn't been nearly as changed as he is now. )

[wireable]

[ she had been nothing but kind and patient with him in his youth. his original professions were that he did not deserve it - as he grew and understood he did, as all did, he professed to her that she was endlessly kind instead.

the touch of her fingers in his fur is surprisingly pleasurable. one of the few things he would allow during times of pain was her running her fingers through his hair. this is similar to it, but amplified - given that his 'fur' is over his entire human half.

still, his ears perk forward when she mentions that she too had undergone a change, and he looks at the photo, leaning in as long as she holds it up before he gives a little laugh. ]

Look at you, Angela. It almost slipped my mind that you have quite a teasing streak within you.

[ he winks at her. ]

[cadeuces]

( When it had turned from "I don't deserve this" to "thank you for your kindness", she knew he was heading in the right direction. Unfortunately, time and tides had pulled them apart with the fall of Overwatch, washing them ashore across the world from one another.

She didn't get to see how he'd progressed further. Only began receiving letters as his soul had healed, and he began describing what he could to her. Still, he remained fairly humble and there was plenty that the letters hadn't painted for her.

They finally separate once more when she's digging around for her photo and she's thoroughly embarrassed just showing it to him for a split second, tucking the device back away immediately, pink high in her cheeks. )

You're not far off the mark, but this was... something else entirely. I was giving off some sort of attractant and nothing was ever enough. I was so restless I'm sure I about drove Jesse insane sharing an apartment with me. I wasn't myself. Everything was keyed up higher— my worry for others, my affection for others, wanting nothing more than to share it. It was frustrating and embarrassing.

Those under the first moon seem to be volatile, and those under the second— like you, right now— are indulgent. As for mine... ( She just waves a hand. She'd just described it. ) Iris is last, and then we have some reprieve of a few weeks.

[wireable]

[ he may have regretted how his actions had hurt his family - but he did not regret leaving. he had needed to heal his soul, and while it was only chance he'd met zenyatta, it was his master who taught him to accept who he was, that he was deserving of care and love.

without mercy, he would not be standing here. but without zenyatta, he would not be here.

he listens, his head tilting a little like a curious fox. ]

Like... some kind of heat?

[ he doesn't know why that's the word he uses but it is. when she explains it, he moves in to nuzzle his nose against her neck. ]

I wish I had been there to help.

[cadeuces]

( They had little enough choice in the matter, toward the end. Everyone knew what was coming and few enough were left when the hammer finally fell to strike them to opposite corners of the earth. She was glad for every step of his journey that had brought him closer to his peace, even if it meant it was further from her.

There came a point in every doctor's journey with a patient where they had to take their own steps and go back into the world. She hadn't felt ready to let go of him just yet and she's sure he hadn't been, either, but the world had a funny way of working, sometimes. It hadn't broken him. Any of them.

Genji listens to her explanation of the events so far and how it had personally affected her, and when he calls it a "heat"... Well, her expression is a bit complicated. )

I suppose that would encompass it, yes. ( The nuzzle he offers her is one she melts right into, temple resting atop his own, as if this were another way she could embrace him by catching his head between her shoulder and her cheek. ) I couldn't have asked that of you, Genji. I managed, with a couple of diligent partners. They were good to me.

[wireable]

[ he presses in against her a little more, eyes falling closed. ]

You would not have had to ask; I would have offered to take care of you. You have done much for me... and I still owe you that dinner.

[ an old, old joke from havana, a flirtation that had not come to pass in reality. already genji was unsure of his place in overwatch and what was left of blackwatch, at the time. ]

I am glad you have others here to take care of you, though.

[ jealousy issues; genji doesn't have them. protective of her, sure, but angela is an adult and given this place... a single-partner setup wouldn't be feasible. ]

[cadeuces]

( And she reaches up to cradle him there in another embrace, shoulders folding and one leg crossing over the other, hooking his knee with the way she tips into his hold.

It's an intimate confession. Then again, theirs is a (medically) intimate relationship, and she thinks if there were anyone deserving of the boundless affection and understanding in others, it would be Genji. She knows that he has herself and Zenyatta at the absolute least, and likely others. He'd never be left wanting.

Her answer is the quiet way she breathes his name out on a sigh, acknowledgement as much as it is thanks, until he's mentioning dinner. )

Then I will do my best not to tuck myself into a corner and we can see what happens. As for dinner, I've kept my I.O.U.

( An old joke, perhaps, but one still close to their hearts. He'd only just been beginning to open up back then, and it had blown up in their faces. Almost quite literally. )

Well, Jesse does share my apartment. He had his fair share of suffering on my behalf.

( She'd always be able to count on him, at the very least. She isn't trying to brag; it's setting his mind at ease for the time she's already been here, rather, but she's glad he understands and there's no roiling of the hackles beneath her wrists.

Angela has no way of knowing what will come from this, with him, but perhaps if they can hold out past the moon phases, they can find out with clearer hearts. For now, this is plenty. And he's warm, and it's comforting. )