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You awaken amidst the darkness with only a faint light to greet you. 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. After an hour or two of wandering through the crystal wilderness, a group of people find you worse for wear. They are the gallant Moon Knights from the planet of Prismatica. Because of the strange phenomena during the past months when scientists observed the sudden appearance of rainbow crystals in the sky, the government has been feverishly combing through the moon for more Moonblessed to be rescued. You’ll eventually be brought into Iris’s moon government center.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They tell you about their world and about the first appearance of the Moonblessed as the medical staff give you an examination to make sure you’re not carrying any viruses or biological hazards. If you react violently, you may be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. Once the examinations are over, you’re informed that you will be provided accommodations on their planet during your stay. You will then be escorted to the docks, and led onto a large transport vessel that makes frequent trips back and forth between the Iris moon and the planet. Faces onboard vary from both old and new Moonblessed as well as the local Prismals.

The next destination: Prismatica.

▶ I am the Terror That Flaps in the Night
Iris Moon, Government Center (Arrival) and Planet Prismatica, City of Lunatia | top

Welcome to Prismatica’s hub, Lunatia, the city of your dreams! A bustling metropolis lush with bright lights, vibrant colors, luxuriant plant life, and all the conveniences of technology absent from your own world… It seems like paradise to all the uninitiated. After a quick tour of the city, new arrivals can find themselves getting cozy in their new homes.

A Settle in your new home at Level 2 to find new roommates and say hello to your neighbors! City officials will give you directions to the designated districts across Level 2 and instruct you to pick out a unit. Each apartment complex has a different aesthetic, some may look cozy, some stylish, and some bizarre. The free accommodations have a basic living space that can only fit two or three people at most in one unit.

Starter Chromaspace furnishings are provided which can be controlled with the touch of a built-in panel. Examples are color-changing curtains, transforming sofa beds, cabinets turning into tables, etc. Customizing your apartment or moving out will have to wait until you earn more chroma. Until then, why don’t you check out your new neighborhood or explore the city levels? Maybe your new roommates or neighbors can give you a “hand” with allowance for dinner.

B Your new flat is covered in a sprinkling of feathers here, there, and everywhere! They appear to be coming through the air vents. This seems to be a city-wide problem in all buildings, as many news outlets are informing people to stay alert. They believe the feathers are from the masked seraphim, King Majestas, who attacked the Elaran Amphitheater a few weeks back.

You are advised to destroy the feathers on sight. Prolonged contact with these feathers cause hallucinations and paranoia. You will feel as if winged creatures are always after you, be it one-winged angels or dark-winged ducks. Other side effects include hearing the chanting of voices in an indecipherable language out of this galaxy. These hallucinations may cause headaches, dizziness, or nausea. Thankfully, a bit of moonlacing will heal these symptoms away.

▶ Got Milk?
Level 2, Crystal Beach | top

With the Coiled Hearts Festival fast approaching, local fishermen have already begun procuring food across Crystal Beach’s clear waters to meet next month’s demands. Around this time of year, the popularity of octopus dishes dramatically rises. The Lunatians have an annual tradition to prepare flavorful octopus dishes for the romantic season, such as the much-lauded dark chocolate-coated octopus or the mouth-watering octopus braised with red wine.

Everyone is welcome to join this heart-throbbing affair. During the Second and Third months, everyone is encouraged to give your loved ones something special for a long, successful relationship. Friends, family, and new acquaintances are traditionally given a small amount of Demichroma in tiny cute cases, while lovers are given something that reminds the gifter of their homeland.

A Interested in catching your own octopus? Horned taurus octopi very frequently migrate to the shorelines to perform their elaborate mating rituals. It’s easy to find clumps of taurus octopi participating in a vigorous dance, filled with undulations and strange moaning noises that octopi should not be making. You can lure the octopi by either using a special flute which mimics their moans to gather them in heavy droves. It’s ideal to have a partner with you to scoop the octopi quickly into water containers once they’ve become entranced enough.

Play the flute carefully! If the taurus octopi grow too excited by your music, they will squirt white ink. If you are spritzed with the thick substance, you will start either randomly puking or uncontrollably secreting a milky sweet substance from any body part that secretes liquids. Luckily, the high-end boutique Prissy Polyp is nearby in case you need a change of clothes due to any sizable stains. Effects will naturally wear off after an hour.

B Come with a friend and enjoy learning some octopus recipes together. The Crystal Beach Resort has opened a seminar where several professional chefs will be demonstrating and teaching how to cook various dishes of different flavors and ingredients guaranteed to impress your date, and taste-testing is free!

One dish makes use of horned taurus octopi skin as the star ingredient, renowned for its irresistibly delectable scent. The chefs explain the palatable skin is a potent ingredient in various love potions and aphrodisiacs, so add or mix them to your dishes in moderation! The effects have a significant delay, so you may feel fine for a while, but when it hits, it hits hard. You will become enamored with every little thing — hey, you just met them and this is crazy — but that person’s smile, the sound of their voice, or the way they say your name will make you unable to resist the urge to shower them with your affection.

▶ Going Viral
Level 2, Moonlight Medical Center | top

“Help Wanted” posters can be found on virtual forums and announcement boards across Level 1 to 3. The Moonlight Medical Center has put out a call for volunteers due to a recent shortage of medical staff. The work involves filling in for overworked nurses, performing tasks such as feeding patients their meals, wiping away their sweat, changing their clothes, encouraging their spirits, and so on. Any volunteers may directly walk-in at the hospital. You will be provided a nurse uniform and any necessary equipment while on the job.

The shortage has resulted from the hospital recently taking in a severe number of patients from a nearby small village to the west of Lunatia, Port Sylvel, a known shipping and freight destination. The number of patients worryingly keeps on rising by the day and will soon fill all available rooms.

A Some of the patients are experiencing varying degrees of paralysis. The worst cases have crystallizing parts of their body. The hospital staff will stress that you should be careful around patients with crystallized limbs. Patients like these have a history of aggressively biting anyone who comes close hard enough to draw blood. Those bitten will exhibit similar symptoms as the victims, including crystallization on their bodies, and experience a steady drop in Chroma. An uncomfortable heaviness will cause you unable to move without the aid of others as well as an uncontrollable urge to aggressively bite someone.

While affected Moonblessed can cure it by moonlacing, the Prismals can only be cured by a gluteal inoculation the Lunar Scientia has recently managed to develop. The sick and beleaguered will probably hate you less if you aren’t the one trying to stabbing them with injections in the hindquarters.

B Aside from nursing duties, other available tasks to be completed include making coffee for fellow nurses and doctors, delivering flowers to patients, and general housekeeping. Specifically, disinfecting medical equipment, tidying up rooms, and cleaning the spaces around the hospital. As a result of the current situation, many crystal shards can be found decorating multiple surfaces, such as floors, walls, toilet seats, and so on. These will have to be swept away!

However, as your work day progresses, some of the shards can be seen suddenly moving on their own. These crawling shards will start clustering together to turn into elaborate, floating monolithic formations that will then begin attacking anyone nearby. Their main ability includes shooting diamond spears to impale any unfortunate victims in their line of sight. In the midst of the chaos, nurses and doctors will beg the Moonblessed to please protect the sick and wounded. The crystal formations can be destroyed by any method, though because of their incredibly sturdy composition, they require multiple hits before they shatter into dust.

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Arrival/settling in A

Waking surrounded by crystals is unexpected to say the least and he sits up slowly, the sounds of cries still echoing in his ears from his last memory, his fingers flexing as he reaches for his sword, finding it missing. That's alarming enough that he shakes off his disorientation and moves to his feet, gaze drifting over the surrounding area. It's not too long though before he's brought to the so-called government center.

The information is confusing, if something for him to file away and think over later and once he's released, footsteps carry him through the government center, gaze taking in the odd appearance of the place before he finally finds himself outside.

And while the directions take him a few minutes to sort out, he eventually finds his way to his new lodgings, pausing after he enters to survey the room before he rubs a hand over his face and moves to sit somewhere on the floor, taking a few slow deep breaths as he closes his eyes.

It's enough to help him center himself, breathing slowly until he feels a little less lost in his own skin, his expression as neutral as he can manage before he finally stands, moving to examine the rest of the place.

And later, he's out in the city itself, heading for what's supposed to be a market to see if there's anything he can find that looks familiar, although he stops outside the building and glances up at the sign before entering.

Not that he has any of the money this place calls for on him, but maybe he can bargain something out.

Got milk

Cooking lessons sound useful so of course he's interested, even if he's attending the lesson alone, watching the chefs intently as they prepare said dishes before he samples a few Octopus isn't really something he's ever tasted before so it's definitely a new experience, and the food is unsurprisingly good.

The recipes seem simple enough to follow as well, although his cooking experience is rather limited, but it's nothing he can't pick up if he tries. And there's always the option of asking for help if he really needs it.

[Brackets or prose welcome. Also feel free to throw your own scenarios at me if you have a specific idea. ]

~got milk~

a;

[Did someone say aphrodisiac octopi? Because Howard is so there. The best way to make some quick Chroma, he assumes (aside from the obvious), is by capitalizing on the flavor of the month. He's busy playing the flute - although the noises it makes cause him to raise an eyebrow - and when one of the octopi starts making a move on him, he quickly gestures to a bystander to run in with the container and scoop it up. Come on, come on, time is money!

Or you might run into him after he's tried to wrestle one of the critters by himself. There's a thick white blotch on his shirt, and-]

It's not what it looks li-

[Oh, dear, he seems to be leaking a similar substance from his eyes and nose. Um. It's better than vomiting?]

b;

[Howard's been his own test subject more than once - look, that's just how science is sometimes. While he's never claimed to be able to cook, he figures that there must be something to activate the properties of the octopus skin, whether it's a particular chemical or simply heat. He doesn't have a lab, so one of the kitchen stations is the next best bet. What he doesn't know is the delay of the effects, so he's already eaten his, uh, dish and ambled off on his merry way - perhaps with more octopus skin in tow - until, suddenly, he bumps into someone who's fascinating. He strokes their arm, callused fingertips brushing over soft skin, totally enamored.]

Hey. Hey, do you use lotion or something?

[option c: wildcard something entirely different!]

Edited 2020-02-08 22:36 (UTC)

Arrival - Settling In {A}
[None of this made any sense to the Angel who can be found floating about the apartment buildings, everything here was way beyond anything Crimvael had ever seen before.

And boy he has seen some things. But beyond his confusion one thing he gets is meeting people, so it's with a soft hand he knocks on a random door and...]

A-ah, hello. I'm new here...

Arrival - I am the Terror {B}
[Feathers didn't bother him, what was bothering him was the strange shadows that seem to be following him and the chanting. Boy that chanting sure is something, it's making Crim feel all "tata", like when he's around creatures of darkness.]

Ta... Tata. [Come see a jumpy angel.]

Got Milk?
[Oh a beach! That's something he hasn't gotten to spend much time at, certain brothels not counting. So Crim was enjoying Crystal Beach until the octopi show up and, well he kind of understands what that noise means.]

O-oh my, and people eat them while they're?!
[At learning how to catch them, that is his reaction.]

Wild Card
[Pick a place, pick a thing. Hey-o.]

Edited 2020-02-09 00:05 (UTC)

[I am the terror]

There was definitely a strange sense to the falling feathers everywhere, though as much as he tried, avoiding them was difficult. But, it wasn’t as if Wei Wuxian needed to be inside for any particular reason at the moment, so taking to the streets to explore was a far more preferable option. Except, he did have a feather caught in his hair, completely unaware.

As he walked around town he started to feel as if something was chasing him, but every time he turned back there was nothing. A familiar paranoid feeling started to rise up inside him until he couldn’t help but shout.

“Show yourself! I’m not afraid of anything, so you might as well step out before I hunt you down and deal with you in a less pleasant manner!” Of course there was nothing there.

[Got Milk]

He wasn’t that interested in catching the octopi, he mostly just wanted to attract the most out of the need to show off a bit. The strange terrible flute was sort of funny as well, playing around with it to make the most dreadful of sounds. He couldn’t help but wonder what Lan Qiren’s face would be if he heard this monstrosity, and also, what would Lan Zhan do if he was confronted with this terrible inappropriate flute?

Lucky for him he was indeed attracting quite a lot of them, and also the image in his head of a trouble Lan Zhan caused him to laugh nearly getting hit with the white liquid the octopi secreted. Lucky for him he dodged at the right moment, though perhaps not lucky for someone nearby.

“This is so funny, this is just, these things are hilarious! Oh... Watch yourself, I think I worked them up.”

[Wild card!]

He can be found all.over, come have fun with him, drink with him and play.

Edited 2020-02-08 22:54 (UTC)

For characters inclined to resist the examination, is the neurotransmitter gun only for nerfing special powers, or does it also impede motor function?

[A: I AM THE TERROR THAT FLAPS IN THE NIGHT]
[If fighting hordes of mutated zombies wasn’t bad enough, now she’s been kidnapped. In space. Alone.

At least, that’s what Rochelle’s convinced herself this was. She doesn’t quite trust the Prismals examination of her, much less that this is even REAL. But here she was, leaned against the rail outside of her apartment, staring the door down anxious.

Feel free to come across a short woman covered in bandages, her pink Depeche Mode shirt stained in old blood and... something weird and green. Don’t ask her what it is. She also has an equally bloodstained fire axe leaned against the railing along with her, and a large Desert Eagle pistol holstered on her hip.

She glances to the nearest person that walks by and flashes a weak smile.]

Well. Somehow, this isn’t the weirdest shit that’s happened to me.

[B: GOING VIRAL]
[God dammit.

First zombies, now this. Rochelle barely dodges a diamond spear from the enormous crystal creature and lifts here Desert Eagle towards it.]

Shit, someone give me a hand here!!

[She means you.]

Thus Kindly I... Regather? (Apartment Complex)

Well, all of this had been a surprise. Then again, waking up had been a surprise in the first place, so Summer'd really gone through everything else in kind of a haze of "sure, okay, why not?". After all, why make a fuss out of things like unfamiliar technology or people who looked way more animalistic than any faunus she'd ever met when you were dead?

She's still not entirely certain this isn't the afterlife, but whether it is or not, there's no reason not to put her best foot forward. So once the introduction is taken care of and she's found her way to the apartments set aside for new arrivals, she picks out an unoccupied set of rooms and gets to moving in.

A short while later, she steps out, humming to herself thoughtfully, and begins a search for someone to talk to. Whether it's someone else stepping out of their apartment into the hallways or someone she bumps into on the street, her reaction is the same. A warm smile, and a question.

"Oh, hello! Do you have a moment? I'm wondering where I can find a decent flower boutique around here to spruce up my new... home?"

Feathery Menaces

Though she's more than willing to get rid of all other types of feathers, Summer has an unfortunate attachment to the black ones. Although it's just one color, she still is slowly gathering up a small box's worth of the things... and that's more than enough to get to her.

She's starting to jump at flaps of wings no one else can here, caws echoing where there don't seem to be any birds... and strangest of all, what seem to be one-winged Nevermore stalking her just out of the corner of her eye.

The result is that the poor woman is becoming very frazzled and panicky, and with her long-standing huntress reflexes and the very large knife in her hand... that's not a good combination. Maybe approach her (carefully) and try to calm her down?

Got Milk? (CW: Lactation)

Octopus has never been one of Summer's favorite foods, but she doesn't hate it, this sounds like fun, and she's a little curious. So here she is, playing the flute... inexpertly, trying to lure the creatures to her. She just about has one close enough to make a grab for it-

And she blows a little too hard, causing it to abruptly jump and squirt her. Now, if it had landed on her white cloak, that would hardly be a problem, but nope! Right on her top. Which is black. Terrific.

"Oh, that's... going to take some doing to get out." She grumbles, glaring down at the offending garment. "I guess I'll need to-" Her thinking out loud is interrupted by a strange, but familiar feeling. That's odd, she hasn't felt that sort of pressure since Ruby-

Oh. Well, this is going to be awkward. She folds her arms over her chest with a flush and starts to back away from the water. Hopefully she won't bump into anybody as she tries to figure out what she's going to do now...

Help Wanted

There's a wide difference between knowing field medicine and qualifying to be a nurse, but thankfully the hospital needs plenty of hands right now for other things entirely, and Summer's more than happy to help. Cleaning up has become something relaxing for her, which by this point she can very much use. It's been awkward at best adapting to this new place.

And then she suddenly finds herself being attacked by sentient crystals shooting spears at her.

At this point Summer Rose has officially had enough. Eyes narrowing in what her team would recognize as her "leader glare", she takes a deep breath and pulls out a large knife from the folds of her cloak.

And proceeds to start methodically stabbing the nearest crystalline structure. "No, no, I am done with random objects trying to attack me today, thank you very much!"

Wildcard:

Pick something else! I'm wide open.

[OOC: I'm... reasonably certain Summer's not actually appable, but that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun, right? Come and play with Supermom!]

the terror. ( b )

( at first it was a noble attempt at some do gooder-ness that harry potter greatly encompasses, walking through the length of his chosen apartment building to help where he can at the extermination of some unwanted feathers. rather, it's still a noble plight by someone's standards, although harry had thought somewhere in the midst of his feather rampage quote, this must be a very large goose. suffice to say, you can only throw out the same spell so many times in a row before your voice starts sounding like nails on a chalkboard, and harry thinks he might off himself if he casts another — )

Incendio.

( — spell.

if hermione were here she'd probably have, at the very least, a new spell that harry can overuse. think like hermione granger, then, and he'll come up with something more exciting.

he's sat on the floor in a particular hallway, a wand of holly held loosely between bored fingers. inaudibly, he manages to float one of the never ending feathers, the black of it following the direction of his wand, up and down. he frowns for a moment, before huffing and saying,)

Baubillious. ( and lightning sparks out of his wand, lighting the feather ablaze. still dissatisfied, harry hangs his head. ) Bau-boring, more like.

got milk? ( b )

( this one has been studying potions and the production of them for what feels like one short eternity. never once has the product horned taurus octopi skin come across his readings — or been an option on any hogwarts multiple choice test, for that matter. call it curiosity. learning about something new with a fool's daydream about flexing some knowledge on snape feels like studying for the wrong reasons, but it's studying nonetheless. love potions are of no real interest to harry as a whole, but magic is magic, as the way the world goes. there's little that isn't worth learning.

fool feels apt enough. he takes a taste as experimental wizards do — if he can't read about octopi skin in any of his school books, he'll have to experience it firsthand. logic would dictate that if he hasn't heard about this before, the effect must not be terribly strong. luckily, logic is often something harry finds himself lacking, so when he starts feeling a tickle of something funny thirty minutes later, he has the uh oh thought before his thoughts are entirely swept away by one thing.

you! )

I.

( have you ever seen an awkward man look so earnest in your life? he is polite despite his infatuation, arching towards you with a hesitant lean, as if debating the words already leaving the tip of his tongue. )

Your eyes are — wow. I've never really — diamonds, almost? They're just. Wow. Con — ( he cringes, apologetic for the inherency that is his own mortal discomfort. ) Congratulations?

wildcard.

( throw anything my way, or feel free to hit me up if you'd like to plan something out! )

i. i am the terror

[ Elizabeth had been happily exploring her new surroundings, right up until she'd spotted a feather on the ground. Curious, she'd picked it up and found another nearby, then another, as though they're laid out in a trail for her to follow. It's not until she has a full handful of feathers that she realises how dizzy she feels, and she struggles to keep her balance for a moment. As she steadies herself, the hallucination sets in: Songbird swooping down straight toward her. She feels her heart sink and the blood drain from her face - she has no idea how he followed her into this world, but she knew deep down that she'd never be able to escape him.

She does the only thing she can think to do - run. Diving into a side street, she presses herself against the wall until Songbird has flown past, then dives into the nearest building to find a place to hide until he's gone. She glances behind her, paranoia written all over her face, before noticing that she's not alone here. ]

Sorry for bursting in. I just need to lay low for a minute. Unless you've a back door?

ii. got milk?

[ It had been near impossible to find any manner of seafood in a flying city, so Elizabeth is particularly curious to try the octopus, and she's pleasantly surprised at how much she enjoys it. The effects take a little while to sink in, but when they do, they hit hard. She can't stop herself from staring at every little thing the people around her do, the way they hold themselves or the sound of their voices. She's enthralled in a much deeper way than her usual curiosity and she thinks it would be a shame not to let them know the effect they're having on her. ]

Excuse me... I know this is a little forward of me, but I just had to let you know that you have the loveliest eyes.

iii. wild card

[ Let me know if you'd like a specific starter for your character, or throw something at me! ]

[arrival, a]

[Marina walks carefully through the housing district, checking out the apartments. She knocks on one and, hearing no answer, opens it to poke her head in.]

Hm, it actually looks nice... Don't you think that's weird? I mean, these free ones aren't luxurious or anything, but for free, I was expecting something out of Kuso Bukken.

[octopus, a]

Music and community service, huh? Ufufu, I don't see why not.

[Marina looks over the flute in her hand and nods approvingly at the nearest person also here to lure the octopi.]

This shouldn't be too hard. But they do look a little disturbing, don't they?

[virus, b]

[You can find Marina just about everywhere around the hospital, running this way and that with a cart of deliveries.]

Paperwork to room 310, stuffed bear to 501, coffee all across floor 2... Whoa!

[She and her cart are coming straight at you; can you dodge or will you simply be crashed into?]

I. Arrival

This lady isn't panicking, at least. Her pale robes are in good order, and she is carrying a sword in one hand as she walks on the surface of the moon, eyes all around her and her smile unshakable, and sometimes she looks up.

Is she worried about home? About her husband and son? Of course. But what good will panicking do? She's looking, instead.

II. Going viral A

Of course Cangse Sanren is helping out in the hospital. She didn't even hesitate when she realized what was asked. And she was easy, and bright, and nearly untiring. Nor afraid of the work that includes body waste and all.

But good luck to anyone trying to bite her. She's more than fast enough to avoid that, plain and simple.

With new arrivals, she'll give a calm smile.

III. Wildcard.

ooc: Pick your poison, etc.

[To be fair, 'whoa!' is a pretty common reaction to the six foot tall bug. Grimm dodges, and if the cart is a runaway his cape will shoot out to grab it.]

Are you alright?

▶ IT KEEPS HAPPENING

The first thing Jason was aware of was that the air was cold, and he wasn't in his bed. That, by itself, was enough to bring him from the bare edge of consciousness that he'd learned to sleep in for years to full wakefulness inside a second. Instincts flaring up in an instant as he pulled himself free from the crystalline restraints, he dropped to a crouch, eyes darting around frantically, taking in everything.

Unknown location. Nothing moving. Take stock of surroundings.

His eyes fell on the familiar old brahmin-leather bag, slightly more entombed than he'd been.

Not completely unarmed. Check bag. Clothes. Good.

He dressed hurriedly, still frantically searching for any signs of movement on the technicolor horizon.

Rest of bag. Caps. Paulson's revolver. Ammo. Occam's Razor. Perforator gone, gauss rifle, Jingwei's sword, Harkness's rifle, none of them here. No alien tech. Pip-
The Pip-Boy was seized, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Still had the Pip-Boy. No access to VATS without his suit, that was bad, but he'd managed before he'd got the suit. Red's bandana... This last item was used to tie his hair back. Motion sensors picking up nothing but me. Damn. Wait...

There. Flickering into view, at the very edge of the Pip-Boy's sensor range. A green blip. Jason inhaled. Either it was someone... or something. Either way, he was moving towards it. Gun in one hand, knife in the other, and with extreme care.

Where the hell am I this time.

▶ ... YOU NAMED YOUR DOG WHAT?

Jason's head was reeling. Another planet. Somehow he'd found his way to another actual planet. And there were other humans here. He'd suspected the Prismals weren't being honest, and the less he had to do with them, the better, but... another planet...

He was only dragged out of his thoughts by the sudden yelping of a dog, as the door to their 'waiting area' opened- and his heart leapt into his throat as one of their 'hosts' was very nearly dragged through by seventy pounds of pedigreed mutt bounded through the open doorway, ripping the lead free- and into Jason mid-standing-up. Vaguely annoyed, the lunar knight straightened himself. "I was going to ask if this belonged to anyone, since we just picked it up, but I think that question's been answered..."

Not that Jason was inclined to care. The anxiety, for a moment, was gone, and he sat up with difficulty, pushing the nearly-hysterical canine back slightly. "Dogmeat- down- How the hell'd they get you here too, boy-"

▶ THE HIPPOCRATIC SUGGESTION

This... this was something he could do. It had taken a few days to... acclimate to the idea of being on another world, to the incredibly goddamn weird culture of Prismatica- but he'd seen the notice needing medical aid, and jumped at the chance. It would be nice, he'd thought. To do something he liked doing, that definitely didn't involve any violence. You know, helping people. Actually putting all those hours he'd helped in the Dad's clinic to use.

And then the quantum space magic bullshit crystals had started floating and shooting spikes at people, he was dashing for the locker he'd kept his clothes in, and now he was frantically pulling out gun and knife.

"Oh, yeah. Get involved in the community, help out at the hospital, it'll be-" Blam. "-great! It's a HOSPITAL. You're gonna be-" Blam. "-HELPING PEOPLE. Definitely not gonna have to SHOOT ANYONE at the HOSPITAL." He's probably fine.

[The cart is saved! Marina pinwheels her arms but manages to stay on her feet, only to stare at Grimm and drop an armful of paperwork on the ground.]

Um...?

Allow me to get that for you.

[Picking up the stack of paperwork.]

[ he knows of her the objective way he knows the sun rises and sets; cangsen sanren is but a phantom to xiao xingchen who grew up hearing her name from his master's lips.

so beloved. down the mountain she went - xiao xingchen had followed that same path and now, now it seemed happenstance.

a cruel trick to see her. xiao xingchen does not know her, of course not, but he has seen her drawn by baoshan sanren's delicate hands. a memory.

he leaves the coffee he had been helping to make and drifts towards her, white and delicate. eyes unfocused for a moment as he looks in wonder. ]

[Marina's walking when she hears Rochelle's voice. She blinks and looks her over from a few paces away.]

Americans really do carry weapons everywhere...

[There's a snap of someone's fingers from down the hall, and whatever feathers have scattered in Harry's direction abruptly disappear. The source of said snap appears to be a middle-aged goth, wearing sunglasses indoors and carrying a box that indicates some kind of move is in progress (out of this building, as it happens, but that may be beside the point just now).]

Don't burn yourself out on this shit, kid. Not worth it.

[The pun may or may not be intentional.]

Thanks.

[A small sigh, and she just... continues to stare before shaking her head and looking away.]

Sorry! I'm still not used to this place. I hope I didn't offend you.

[Uh. Bug.]

I AM THE TERROR THAT FLAPS IN THE NIGHT

[ Yoohyun grasps the first feather he found that slip through the vents, canting his head in confusion before ultimately destroying it. With no messages to appear of whether or not it may be a useful item he assumes it must be either something dangerous or useless; it doesn't take long for him to have this sense of unease confirmed. But as the hours pass the more feathers he sees, and some manage to sneak into corners that he initially cannot see -- spreading out until he's finally hit with the rumored hallucinations.

His irritation runs high, blood coursing through his veins until he finally leaves his flat. Unfamiliar voices, his head feeling as if it's a moment from splitting before it goes numb and his entire vision blurs, the constant twists and turns of symptoms doing a number on his stomach before he's bent over a fake plant in the apartment hallway. Emptying his stomach, the salamander drags away from his eye in concern and begins to run across his face.

He spits, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He's an S-Rank being effected by something unknown, it's as confusing as it is irritating to experience and it's noticeable in his voice despite it sounding hoarse from vomiting. ]

This whole building needs to be burnt down.

[ Help him keep it together because he actually considers doing it. ]

GOT MILK?

[ Higher resistance to certain elements means that the effects of the octopi skin is delayed far longer than he initially imagined; another test, after what he had experienced in his own flat, to see how different his body was on this moon. It's an inconvenience but he's learned from Yoojin that it's better to examine things properly, even if it means doing something reckless -- and if he takes the opportunity to learn now that may prevent his brother from making the same mistakes, if he happens to show up.

That's what he tells himself, latching onto the possibility as his anxieties run a little less high as time passes. Slowly, but surely, Yoohyun is hit with a great wave of affection. To the person closes to him, who still cannot rival Yoojin in importance but is within his reach of being subject to his needlessly affectionate ass.

But that's only after he stops another Prismal from approaching his fellow moonblessed from behind. Obviously influenced by the octopi skin but aiming for the person who Yoohyun is currently (temporarily) pining for, twisting their arm without any mercy and watching as they drop to their knees. ]

Don't touch. [ A demand that's accompanied by a scowl. ] They're with me, go find someone else.

GOING VIRAL

Get down!

[ He shouts upon seeing a flash of bright light, narrowly dodging the diamond spears that fly past and impaling themselves to the wall with a powerful thud.

Yoohyun grips the sword in his hand with newly found vigor, the crystal formation floating higher into the air when he extends an arm and swings horizontally. The blade makes a sharp sound as it cuts the air, front foot holding his weight; it's a powerful blow. ]

Keep pushing it, corner the thing and I'll cut it in two.

WILDCARD

( throw anything and it'll roll with it. or pm me and we can plot something out! )

[Rochelle blinks in Marina’s direction.

... Then suddenly laughs. She shakes her head and looks back at the girl in question, smile turning a little more genuine.]

You’re not wrong. This, though... [She gestures to the gun.] ... zombie apocalypse kinda situation. Not just an American thing.

"... Fengmian?"

She did not expect to see a familiar face in this odd world, though she has not stopped looking for her son and husband, of course. But the friend...

Yes, she is very glad to see this face.

"Have you been managing all right?"

No offense taken. You are not the first nor likely the last to be surprised by my appearance.

[Bug.]

What an odd dish, Xiao Xingchen does not know what to make of it. The chefs have demonstrated it at least four times for him to copy but he keeps putting too much or too little of everything in it.

It's a disaster, honestly. Thankfully, Xue Yang cooks because otherwise they would live on steam rice, vegetables and candy.

In the process of mixing the ingredients again, he takes a step back and knocks into someone passing behind him. He turns, an apology on his mouth and then recognises the man. He has seen him many times, well not him but a version of him.

"Apologies, I am having trouble with this recipe. Wei Wuxian, I did not expect to see you here."

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