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▶ TDM .014
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.
▶ Welcome to the Jungle
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.

▶ Rock Your Body Right
Lunatia | top
Oh my god, they're back again. After taking more than a year-long hiatus, *BTSB (Backstay Sailor Boys) takes the planet by storm once more with their latest single, Anybody (Yeah). With an album out and a concert on the way, the five-man fox Prismal group from Amegahara has been busy with promotions. Their appearances on billboard ads, magazines, TV shows, et cetera make their worldwide handsome faces pretty hard to miss! Everyone and their pet robot in Lunatia can be found jamming to their songs, and every teenager on the street can tell you who their bias is and why.

▶ What’s the Deal With This Pop Life?
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Before you meet these foxy boys, you'll want to do your research on them. Thankfully, their ridiculously huge fanbase (who refer to themselves as NAVY) has already done the work for you.
Suzaku is the leader and the brains of the group. Both his witty, rapid-fire raps and lightning-fast spinning breakdances are known throughout the planet. He is also a newscaster and likes making informative but interesting Prismagram posts. His brother is also an idol, albeit a washed up one-hit wonder.
Kaya is the group's down-to-earth mom friend and soulful vocals. He is the most responsible of the boys and handles their meals and laundry. A former delinquent in his youth, he now spends his free time cooking for schoolchildren and advocating fox rights. He does not support fox pelt products and owns an animal shelter for strays.
Lecter is a dancer who oozes with sex appeal. If not in the studio, he is always hitting up the gym. Once a member of the Little Moonblessings Club in his childhood, he has grown out of his boy-next-door image. Currently, he is #2 on Prismal Magazine's Top 100 Sexiest Men Alive for his well-built frame and photogenic looks. Contrary to his cool appearance and reserved demeanor, he is surprisingly personable. He is also a prolific actor. He likes cats.
Tarn is the baby of the group who maintains a gaming channel. He often does spontaneous livestreams where he does Let’s Play sessions, live Q&As, and encourages people to make memes of his face. He jokes about playing more LmaO than going to practice but he’s got clear and strong vocals.
Rasha is a narcissistic man who can’t get enough of his fans and himself. When hanging around his fans, he tends to ask if they have a mirror to look at himself with. Don’t let his vanity fool you! He’s funny, incredibly easy to be with, and willing to treat people to drinks. He writes most of the lyrics for the group’s songs.
▶ Questions
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.

▶ Rock Your Body Right
Lunatia | top
Oh my god, they're back again. After taking more than a year-long hiatus, *BTSB (Backstay Sailor Boys) takes the planet by storm once more with their latest single, Anybody (Yeah). With an album out and a concert on the way, the five-man fox Prismal group from Amegahara has been busy with promotions. Their appearances on billboard ads, magazines, TV shows, et cetera make their worldwide handsome faces pretty hard to miss! Everyone and their pet robot in Lunatia can be found jamming to their songs, and every teenager on the street can tell you who their bias is and why.
B Be a part of *BTSB's Prismagram campaign and get a chance to win a physical copy of their album and backstage passes to their upcoming concert! Simply take a picture of you and your friends with official merchandise and post it on Prismagram with the hashtag #WeAreBTSB. Be careful, though: touching *BTSB merchandise tends to make people crush on the first face they see. The posts with the best pictures and stories will get their prizes in the mail on the 24th.
Why would a Moonblessed want to meet them, you ask? Community spirit! A sizable portion of the locals will start singing or dancing with you and your friends! “I want it another way. Tell me why? I never want to hear you say, I wish it wasn't that way. Don't be that way!” Play along and they’ll be willing to pardon your unpaid meal tab for one time or offer an incredible discount for one item you really wanted at the mall. The boys are also considered talented magic users in their own right. They might have some spells and magic tools to add to a Moonblessed's arsenal!

▶ What’s the Deal With This Pop Life?
Lunatia | top
Before you meet these foxy boys, you'll want to do your research on them. Thankfully, their ridiculously huge fanbase (who refer to themselves as NAVY) has already done the work for you.
Suzaku is the leader and the brains of the group. Both his witty, rapid-fire raps and lightning-fast spinning breakdances are known throughout the planet. He is also a newscaster and likes making informative but interesting Prismagram posts. His brother is also an idol, albeit a washed up one-hit wonder.
Kaya is the group's down-to-earth mom friend and soulful vocals. He is the most responsible of the boys and handles their meals and laundry. A former delinquent in his youth, he now spends his free time cooking for schoolchildren and advocating fox rights. He does not support fox pelt products and owns an animal shelter for strays.
Lecter is a dancer who oozes with sex appeal. If not in the studio, he is always hitting up the gym. Once a member of the Little Moonblessings Club in his childhood, he has grown out of his boy-next-door image. Currently, he is #2 on Prismal Magazine's Top 100 Sexiest Men Alive for his well-built frame and photogenic looks. Contrary to his cool appearance and reserved demeanor, he is surprisingly personable. He is also a prolific actor. He likes cats.
Tarn is the baby of the group who maintains a gaming channel. He often does spontaneous livestreams where he does Let’s Play sessions, live Q&As, and encourages people to make memes of his face. He jokes about playing more LmaO than going to practice but he’s got clear and strong vocals.
Rasha is a narcissistic man who can’t get enough of his fans and himself. When hanging around his fans, he tends to ask if they have a mirror to look at himself with. Don’t let his vanity fool you! He’s funny, incredibly easy to be with, and willing to treat people to drinks. He writes most of the lyrics for the group’s songs.
C Every hour, you will receive a text from the official *BTSB fanclub with a link to a poll. The texts will not stop unless you answer the poll. Please answer it ICly, as the answers will affect the event later this month!
Upon voting on the poll, you will be redirected to a video and text chatroom where you will be connected to a random stranger who has also answered the poll. Both you and the stranger will then need to answer the following questions:
- Do you think the other person in this chatroom can be your fire? One of your many desires? Tell me why. Be honest.
- Among the Moonblessed, who do you think is tasty? The tastiest?
Until both questions are answered truthfully, it will be impossible to switch apps, close the app, or delete it entirely.
▶ Questions
If you have any questions regarding this test drive meme, please ask them in the Questions thread below.
WHO CAN POST? ▶ Test drive memes are for new characters only. Existing players may not post starter threads in the test drime meme. However, current players are more than welcome to use these prompts for their own posts in the IC communities, personal inboxes, catch-all posts, etc.!
IS THIS CANON? ▶ As our test drive memes are game canon, feel free to keep any threads that happen here as canon for your character should they be accepted.
PRISMAGRAM CAMPAIGN - The mods will not will not be picking any winners for this contest OOCly. Feel free to assume your character/s won (or lost terribly).
PLAY ALONG - The gifts you can earn from playing along with the locals, as mentioned, includes free meals or drinks, a good discount for a high-end shirt, and so on. Feel free to come up with your own prizes OOCly this as long as it’s reasonable. You may not have won the lottery, but you could get a small token of appreciation!
NEW SPELLS AND MAGIC TOOLS - Details of these will be released in the next event!
POLL - Please answer the poll ICly, as the answers will affect the event later this month!
WHO CAN POST? ▶ Test drive memes are for new characters only. Existing players may not post starter threads in the test drime meme. However, current players are more than welcome to use these prompts for their own posts in the IC communities, personal inboxes, catch-all posts, etc.!
IS THIS CANON? ▶ As our test drive memes are game canon, feel free to keep any threads that happen here as canon for your character should they be accepted.
PRISMAGRAM CAMPAIGN - The mods will not will not be picking any winners for this contest OOCly. Feel free to assume your character/s won (or lost terribly).
PLAY ALONG - The gifts you can earn from playing along with the locals, as mentioned, includes free meals or drinks, a good discount for a high-end shirt, and so on. Feel free to come up with your own prizes OOCly this as long as it’s reasonable. You may not have won the lottery, but you could get a small token of appreciation!
NEW SPELLS AND MAGIC TOOLS - Details of these will be released in the next event!
POLL - Please answer the poll ICly, as the answers will affect the event later this month!

shouta mikoshiba | dolls | potential iris bc i hate him
II. WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE
III. POP LIFE
IV. WILD CARD
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Ayer was about to keep walking, but another part of him can't. He sighs in irritation before stepping inside the room, assisting the Prismals to carry the potato sack to the nearest bed. The doctors shortly thank him, happy there's a thoughtful Moonblessed here. They seem reassured with the presence of a veteran Moonblessed, thinking maybe the rebellious new one would be more willing to listen with him around. ]
They'll get to it. Just let them finish this.
[ Well, Ayer would know. He went through this way back then. ]
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somewhere between hitting the floor and coming to, shouta realizes he's been relocated. his orientation's all wrong. blinking once, hazy - then twice, he seems to come to, bright blue eyes sharpening. he looks like he's going to heave himself up but luckily, he cannot. so his gaze shoots futilely to his bedside company. great, a brat.
so he settles for gritting out a half snort, half sigh. ]
"This" is far from helpful. Are you my babysitter?
[ all he'd been hearing was moonblessed this, moonblessed that. christ.
(he has one critical weakness, and that's listening to jargon when his vice captain isn't there to feed it to him in digestible chunks.) ]
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[ This man is already here with him, so he should start accepting that instead of turning to purposeless sarcasm. It's not like Ayer wants to be here either, and there are many who wants to return to their respective homeworlds. But in order to do that, they need to adjust and stop being so difficult on those around them. Because they obviously can't make it through a world like this alone. If this man becomes a helpful ally one day, then he'll look forward to it.
In addition, Ayer's not snapping at the man (yet), only because he gets it. He was very irritable on his own first arrival and it took him a little while before he was more accepting of this strange reality. So he'll try to be as patient as he can handle, as he recalls his own first time in this medical area. As they converse, the doctors are able to peacefully proceed with the examination, see any injuries and so on. ]
Fine. I'll answer what they haven't explained yet. Do I start with where we are?
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Uh, hey. [ The greeting is a bit muted by the chuckle and shaking of his head. ] Most people here aren't locals, believe it or not. You new here?
[ AKA does he need help of some kind? ]
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realizing that, shouta keeps his arms in front of him, hands visible. ]
New... I guess you could call it something like that. Got told a bunch of moony nonsense, but nothing all that helpful.
[ or maybe he just has selective hearing... ]
From the sounds of it, I'm not the only one?
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[ Ever the conversationalist, Shogo responds honestly. This guy doesn't look so good, which was the actual reason he'd come over to see how he was doing, but, well, sometimes our words just come out different than we intend.
Anyway, Shogo's a 30-year-old who's stuck looking like he's 18 so he doesn't exactly have much of an authoritative presence. Really, he could stand to be a little nicer. He's got this. ]
Are you alright?
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angry... flopping... probably just wouldn't have the belligerent flair he's going for. ]
Well, I'm not dead yet.
[ haha ]
You look awfully calm, yourself.
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[ How in the hell did that happen? He almost wants to ask, but at the same time he's sure it's not a story this guy wants to recount. ]
Ah, well.
[ Hm. Should he tell this random stranger that he just assumes this is all a simulation just like he's been used to? Haha, no. That would sound crazy. ]
I guess there's not much point in stressing about it. They're giving us stuff for free, so I figure why not play along for now.
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i-a.
at present, the thought that consumed him was that dozens of moonblessed had been living here for a year or more and hadn't yet tried to connect some of the pieces. he would have to assume most didn't have a care to do such a thing, but after having visited that devastated port city the previous month and taken samples from the crystallized corpses there, he couldn't help but remark on the similarities to the prisons that they had woken up in on the moon.
so he had traveled back up the way he had come, eventually arriving to the same barren flats that he had woken up in weeks prior. shou's crystalline coffin isn't the first he inspects, but it's perhaps the fourth or fifth. the erune is crouched down at one end of the structure, using a metal instrument to tap off a small sample of the rock before placing it in a vial, stoppering it, and standing.
he might have just walked on to the next, or called that a valid array of specimens, but it's around this time that the crystal's inhabitant emits a low groan. nehan glances at him, seeing him move, put one hand to his head.
perhaps the faintest curve of a smile lifts the corners of the erune's lips, but his reply is a flat, unaffected tone. )
It doesn't work that way, I'm afraid. Otherwise I would have already taken the option.
( perhaps not back into the sweet, warm embrace of death, but that of a self-imposed coma. close enough. )
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a truth isn't as much of an anchor as he'd think it'd be in this situation, but then again, he's always been remarkably bad at practicing what he preaches. he takes a moment to just lay there, seemingly unresponsive to the presence of someone else. in reality, he's taking stock. all his limbs, check. spacial awareness... the senses. scent, hearing, touch. he can make sense of all that, it's just when he opens his eyes that things don't really make any sense. then again, that really isn't any different than what it was before, was it? a particularly poignant frown settles on his lips. he spends a moment like that, cataloging all the minute details that compromise something that is undoubtedly (and chillingly) - whole. ]
Yeah, well. [ a dry, laconic response. ] You know what they say about misery and company...
[ finally, shouta gets his palms beneath him and eases up into a seat. his head's pounding, and the ground twinkles lightly as shards of crystal jostle loose and fall away from him. with a glance upwards, he notes the stranger. style of dress, bearing, the presence of the metal tool and the vial.
up and up, until he uncharacteristically bypasses the expression this guy is wearing to stop dead on...
...ears. ]
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he's thinking as he stands over the stranger that he's an exceptionally poor welcome wagon. he is not a particularly knowledgeable moonblessed, having been here for a relatively short time, and he does not have a sunny, welcoming demeanor that one might want when thrust into a completely different situation.
such as going from "not being alive" to "suddenly being alive again."
he can relate, if by a half measure.
he hums a nonverbal, assenting response. he puts way the metal tool and the crystal specimen in a satchel attached to his belt, searching through a different pocket and withdrawing something else: a far more normal-looking bottle, containing a clear liquid. he remembers how his own awakening here had gone, and this is what he had wanted most. )
Water. ( he offers it to the stranger. ) I can give you something for head or body pain, also, if you want.
( totally not shady, though the offer is earnest; he is, give or take a few things, a doctor. one might be able to detect something along those lines in his bearing.
and if he's noticed the fixation on his ears, he's ignoring it. in the sky realm, it's odd for a human to not have seen erune before, but... he had been surprised by the other races of the skies when he had been forced to leave karm. it had never been worth mentioning. )
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[Obviously, Zelos has no idea what he's talking about. Put him back where... Wedged in the crystals more? He's leaning over him now, hands on his hips, bright red hair and ridiculous pink coat and all. After he's sure he's got the stranger's attention, he offers a grin and a half wave, then pulls back to step around the crystals carefully.]
Or I would if I could, anyway. Looks like we're outta luck, stranded in this creepy wasteland of crystals! You're the first guy I've seen for miles. Ahh, man... To think I'd end up with some guy instead of a cute girl...
[Zelos sighs dramatically, arms stretched out as he lets that sink in for a moment. After the dramatics, though, he turns in place, back to the body laying between crystals, expectant. Get up???]
So, are you awake yet, or what?
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this is already a lot to deal with while he's coming to terms with the very act of existing right now, but old habits die hard, so he is unmercifully listening to this guy prattle on above him with a deepening crinkle in his brow. his teeth start to clench at being referred to in the exact same way he'd probably refer to some weirdo, but that's neither here nor there. what, is he not good enough for you??
though he's had his eyes open, it's not until he really starts believing zelos is for real that he grimaces. ]
Unfortunately. [ he is indeed awake. ] ...what are you supposed to be?
[ a cosplayer? ]
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Me? I'm none other than the Mysterious Handsome Swordsman, the Great Zelos Wilder! Lucky you.
[That sure is a sword at his waist. Although, if he's not recognized...
He pauses, giving him another look over now that he's facing him directly once more.]
I don't really care about talking to guys or anything, but it looks like we're stuck here together. Or should I go on ahead and tell the next rescue ship that comes that you're not interested?
[Well. He doesn't know that they're rescue ships, but he definitely saw a ship fly into the distance a while back. So. He extends his arm, curling his fingers in a gesture that screams hurry up.]
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unlike the (newly) local man, however, he doesn't quite lose his mind. he's the one who tunes in to the news at 8 to see this happen — except he's seeing it live, right now. the device makes a plop as it sinks under water. ]
... That was an overreaction.
[ pot, meet kettle.
he would have done the same if shouta didn't beat him to it. ]
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It took care of the problem, didn't it?
[ not that he recalls asking for an opinion on the matter, but he wasn't exactly subtle, neverminding the fact that this place is packed with squealing girls and thunderous crowds trying to catch a glimpse of the weird kids with the ears on all the billboards. toutoh seems near tame in comparison. huffing, he stares at the place his phone went under, then swivels and drops into a seat on the edge of the fountain.
glancing up, he notes who'd actually spoken to him. ]
Thought you would've been a fan, yourself. You know, with the ears and all.
[ fuck him if he knows the difference. ]
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they twitch out of annoyance. ]
Assumptions can be the death of you. [ that said— ] Who would enjoy this pointless drivel?
[ surely... not the squealing fangirls... or the hoard of people trying to get merch... nah... ]
It is infuriating.
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[ aerith has had more than enough experience handling bristly, grouchy, rude people (see: one cloud strife), and she refuses to let his prickly response get in the way! aerith, of course, like any good neighbour, is here with a takeaway box full of really yummy-smelling dumplings.
it was supposed to be her takeaway, but she supposes she can get another. after all, she remembers how jarring it is for someone to end up right here all of a sudden, especially after the stint with the desert and the doctors. his voice is familiar, but everything else -- not so much. even so... ]
Guess it's a good thing I brought food and drinks, huh? [ she holds it up, together with unopened bubble tea. ]
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so when he's met with the exact thing he asked for, he stops dead, giving a glance back over his shoulder. first to the box, then the drink, then the "neighbor" in question. ]
Guess so. Do you always show up at rude strangers' places ready with the welcome mat?
[ not exactly nice, but his tone has lightened some. he closes the fridge door. ]
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[ that's definitely her invite to come in, right? so she does, laying the dumplings and the bubble tea on the table. the place is unlived in, much like what it looked like in her apartment when she'd just found one.
already she can tell he's softening, although he does have a touch of the feral about him, like he's ready to snap his jaws shut the moment someone steps wrong. interesting. ]
I was just on my way back, I live a couple doors down.
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which he does without looking up. finally, however, he exhales a long, thin plume of smoke as he does, his attention lands on the angry newly local, ridiculously pretty man.
he folds the paper he has been reading, his expression stoically bemused. ]
You look like you could use a beer.
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[ shouta fires back on impulse, more heated by this gregarious nonsense than most of the other things he's encountered today. at least the mystery about why the hell he's here seemingly had threads that could be pulled from the whole, stitching that could be identified, torn at the seems, studied.
teens with crushes on celebrities? no. no, thank you. he grumbles to himself, turning on his heel to brush by. ]
...hate this.
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What the fuck? Where's my game? [ huh? he tries to close the app and get rid of it, but it doesn't seem to budge. instead, annoying popups insist that he answers the question.
hello? die. ]
I'm not planning on it. [ he adds, after a moment, mood soured. this is itaru at his absolute worst... because he can't currently see his 2d waifu, and he's about to wallow in misery due to that. ] ... so who are you, again?
ii.
Among them: kindly strangers who don't assail you in the first rew seconds of intrepid wander through the great neon-urban unknown, aftertaste bitter under a slack tongue, mind the haze of every sleep aid you dabbed in without water. Learn to swallow, dry and scratchy. Learn to thrive. Cacti did. Put some thorn into it.
He doesn't — comprehend, as much as he understands impulsively. New whereabouts, new rules, new parameters. When in Rome, except Shou-chan never passed on his orders or his passport papers. Time, indistinct. 'Chroma.'
Instinct, first. The checklist. Item 1: find his teammates. And if life has taught Seiju anything, it's that when you're gifted lemons — after intense haggling with a local, who seems unwilling to see his few wares conscripted to the Shou-chan hunting cause, but what won't a smile yield — you have to chase down your captain, so he can flex his bonus salary to buy you a juicer and make lemonade. It's all very prim. Very proper. Very reasonable.
( Can't help himself, stirring and startling at every footstep that doesn't herald attackers. People here, every last one a lamb. )
When he does make his way to poor precious Shou-chan in his new humble abode, following a line of inquiry that starts with 'have you seen this really angry grumpy murderous man' and ends with 'but what about his enormous overcompensating guns' — well, Seiju's brought along gifts.
Or, at least, a glass of... disturbingly orange content he waves around, careful not to intrude uninvited, past hovering in the apartment doorway. Never. Never. Corner a Shou-chan before you've been repeatedly reassured he's fed and dutifully caffeinated. ]
Shou-chaaaaaaaaaaaaan... I think this carrot juice I picked up from a helpful homeless stray earlier might have gone off... it's not luring out adorable rabbit team members or woodland creatures at aaaaaaaaall...
[ This is certainly, unequivocally, and absolutely the only possible and rational reason why Usaki hasn't hop-hopped to Seiju over the past few hours of aimless promenade. Intergalactic travel and a likely state of trauma or intoxication generating this series of surely fictive events have nothing to do with it.
But here Seiju is, making the best of life. Asking the most relevant of questions. ]
Won't you give it a sniff?
[ Seiju, that's not carrot juice. Seiju, put down the screwdriver vodka.
Hello, by the way, captain sir. How are you. ]