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▶ TDM .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.

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 discover the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!

TDM OVERFLOW can be found here!
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Jessica Jones | Netflix Marvel | OTA

[personal profile] assholic 2019-03-01 12:21 am (UTC)(link)

LSD FUN HOUSE - C

[Wherever she was and however she'd gotten here, Jess was already sick and tired of it. It felt like a dream; endless leagues of some place that wasn't familiar, that couldn't be real, and her legs just kept moving on autopilot. The colors were off, everything was off, but she saw something glistening in the distance. A pool. Water. Her throat ached suddenly, her tongue sticking thickly to the roof of her mouth as she tried to muster up saliva and was rewarded with a cloying thirst.

Reaching the pool, she was oblivious to the fact other bodies might be around it doing the same as she was; bending to drink and slake that need for something to drink. It wasn't Jim Bean or Jack Daniels, and she had a low-level headache because of it, but it was something. It wasn't until her hand stopped scooping and the water's reflection smoothed out that she noticed how odd it was. Not a reflection. Not really. It was like... Jesus. It was like being in a coma again. That murky vision of seeing people around you, knowing they were there talking to you but not being able to move or interact or just exist. Fuck. Is that what this was? Did she get hit on the head or something?]


What the shit...?

[Jessica Jones did not do well with surprises.]

INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE - G

[The option to act badly tickled her mind, but it was seeing someone else overreacting and being knocked the fuck out with some kind of stun weapon that had her opting to behave herself. Mostly. She was herded in with the others into a transport vehicle that made her think of all the dumb sci-fi movies she'd seen.]

What next?

[Were they off to be some kind of moon slaves? Was this a trick? Maybe they were going to be fed to a worm. Jessica needed to stop watching so many stupid sci-fi horror movies, but that was a little too late to worry about now. Now, she was crammed in too close to people, and a little wiggling and threats of jabby elbows got her minimal space she could slouch in and watch the others that had been gathered with her. Some of them were... very much not human. Shit. Had those aliens that had busted up New York come back? Great. The one time Stark and the Booty-brigade would be needed and she didn't see one of them.]

Figures...

WILDCARD

[Maybe she runs into someone in after a hot meal and a hotter shower. Maybe it's down on the new planet that she's apparently supposed to call home. Or, you unlucky bastard, maybe you're her new neighbor. She's no Mr. Rogers, sorry. She is the cloud that crosses your beautiful day. And she's probably looking for somewhere to get drunk and pretend this is a dream.]
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Eustace | Granblue Fantasy | Sanguis

[personal profile] stratomizer 2019-03-01 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
I. The bumpy ride

[ Have you ever been in that situation where you practically fly off of your seat when a car hits a really bad bump? That's what's happening here. Remember to strap yourself in securely.

In Eustace's case, he didn't so as he tries to make his landing "safer", he grabs onto whatever happens to be next to him; You. He'll either:

a. You're small and light. Oops. He drags you down with him so now both of you are in a tangled heap on the floor.

b. You're a big person, strong and sturdy! You can't be pushed or pulled, but somebody is moving. In this case, the erune is just going to fall right on top of you. Maybe he even lands face-first onto your crotch. ]


I. I hate this prompt.

[ There's always that one person that accidentally farts in the car or train. And then they have the audacity to blame it on somebody else.

Well, it happened here on this ship. And Eustace is looking at you like you just committed the most offensive act ever. ]


III. wildcard

[ I can come up with a custom prompt for you. For this TDM, I'll be playing Eustace under the Sanguis moonblessing. He will also have CRAU memories from Duplicity. ]
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assassin of shinjuku | fate/grand order | sanguis

[personal profile] killful 2019-03-01 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ OOC: Will be using his True Name in tags because it's easier for me. Let me know if you don't want spoilers for the Shinjuku singularity onward in FGO. I'm taking him from after Lostbelt 3, if that matters! ]

01

[ The crystals are as tall as the highest trees, and although other hooded archers in green may find this predicament less than ideal, the field of mirrors is perfect for Yan Qing, who can shift between forms as he pleases. At least it would if he had a face to copy. There's no use in turning into others in a crystal wasteland as there was in Chaldea, so looking for a new identity is never his goal when he seeks others out. No, there's no point to it for now. As a man who runs on instinct, his first emotions set his course. There's panic, fear, then... ]

A Whatcha looking at?

[ A shirtless man covered in tattoos of peonies and dragons might be peeking from behind a crystal. Or perhaps he's leaning a little too close behind you. Maybe you're too busy looking into a pond to notice? Either way, he speaks up while you stare at your reflection, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. ]

Aww, don't be like that. You look fine to me. [ Then, he grins. ] Weeeeeell, I guess any sign of life would. Wahahaha! First time?

[ Please don't leave. He's lonely. ]

B [ Unless you don't look fine. ]

Wow, you look like shit.

02

[ Yan Qing made a lot of stupid choices in his past life. That hasn't changed. ]

Wait, you're not Red Hare—AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

[ His last words before getting flung off a pegasus's back. His screams can be heard across the moon as he soars above the crystals like the Star of Destiny he is, landing... quite gracefully, actually. His shoes skid across the moon dust until he lands on all fours like a cat. ]

Ugh... Guess I ain't cruisin' over Shanghai with those babies.

[ Yeah, uh. Sorry for interrupting your moment of prismatic hallucination or whatever. ]

03

[ Servants don't need to eat, so the past twenty-four hours weren't so bad. He met interesting people, fought flying horses, ate weird science powder... All in all, it's been great. And now he gets to ride on a spaceship? Hell yeah! ... If he was more honest, he'd say he didn't trust a single thing on this planet (moon? This is confusing to him, okay) but in a world he barely understands, he doesn't have a choice but to enjoy the ride. He hopes he gets back home soon.

Heh, home. When did he start calling it that?

Before Yan Qing drowns himself in melodrama and unwanted sentimentality that all tragedies are wont to do, he takes out the device he stole from that cavern. Using a pair of earphones he stole from a scientist on board, he listens to more catchy tunes from this planet. Prismatica, huh? If it has music like this, maybe it isn't so bad. But this song about cats sounds familiar...

Along the corridors of the ship to Prisma or the later ship to Prismatica, he starts to sing. ]


Don’t mess up the program of love
With your sudden kiss and fiery stare


[ He belts out a stronger melody, showcasing both his vocals and movements as he does a small, slick dance to the rhythm. ]

I cleverly plan every hello and goodbye
Because everything comes to an end
Don’t hurry!


[ He stops! And twirls. To those seeking out fresh talent, he could possibly be the next big thing. To those trying to get some sleep, this is probably annoying. ]

WILDCARD

[ hit me up with anything! silly antics like fighting crime or working odd jobs in lunatia would be great. yan qing's a friendly, rowdy guy. if you want a custom starter, i can definitely write us one! ]
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Damon Salvatore | The Vampire Diaries | OTA

[personal profile] withbite 2019-03-01 12:36 am (UTC)(link)

INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE - G

I'd prefer bourbon...

[Someone wasn't really digging the whole juicebox vibe of being rescued. Sure, not having to walk in a semi-deserted wasteland was probably a good thing, but he'd also just been eyeing the tempting looking neck of someone a little too close to them when the rover had driven up. Rescue. Seemed a little too convenient to him, but he'd go along with it for now.

He didn't make much of an effort to stay in his space on his seat, leaning against someone and possibly making them a bit uncomfortable as he stared at them.]


So... what're you in for?

[Everyone loves a prison joke. He paired it with a cheeky grin.]

INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE - I

[He eats because he can, but he's really looking for something with a bit more iron. Possibly in a liquid diet version. But the food gives him something to do after he cleans up, and he opts to snoop around. Why? Well, a vampire needed alcohol to numb that thirst. Or maybe he'd be lucky and find some blood bags. Or someone wandering off by their lonesome in a secluded area. Either would do. Dragging an undead body all over a moon was apparently thirsty work.]

WILDCARD

[Someone will enjoy finding out what this new planet he's on has to offer. Food, music, and especially alcohol. Or sex. Or maybe someone to snack off of? Either way, Damon likes to throw himself fully into things, and that includes situations he can't really control or get himself out of. When in Rome, eat the Romans, right? Something like that.]
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Klaus Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy | OTA

[personal profile] garb4ge 2019-03-01 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE - A

Goddamn, Reno! You really outdid yourself this time, my friend!

[Unlike everyone else waking up in a dormant ball curled up with crystals and staring out at truly psychadelic hues, Klaus is opting for secret option number five, which is to be really impressed with his drug dealer's latest concoction of hallucinogenics. In fact, Klaus spends several minutes (yes, minutes) carefully brushing the crystals off himself and then collecting them into tidy piles as he sits cross-legged on the ground -- at least until he feels a sharp pinch to his left arm and sees the runic pattern (⍢) show up on his skin and suddenly his mouth is dry, he's starving, and his existing boner (are you surprised? really?) becomes all the more obvious.]

Whoo! Okay, let's crank this party up to FIFTY!

[Are you curious? Repulsed? Cure-pulsed? Are you going to get inadvertently body-slammed by this vibrating junkie?]

CAMP NOWHERE - B

[Just in case Klaus hasn't managed to make a hilariously terrible impression on you yet, feel free to find him licking remnants of the powder labeled 'edible' off of his hands like he'd used his fingers as lik-m-aid lik-a-stix (he had).

He at least has the (good???) grace to approach you with an open package of the stuff and hold it out for you to grab a fistful?]


FYI? Not as effective when snorted.
Edited 2019-03-01 00:38 (UTC)
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Siegfried | Granblue Fantasy

[personal profile] schwarzen 2019-03-01 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
(( OOC notes: Optional CRAU to prior Duplicity CR, let me know if you’d like him to remember our CR if applicable! And for IA, open to playing out effects of any of the marks, let me know if you have a preference! Otherwise i’ll default to Sieg feeling immense hunger and fatigue. ))

IA. Lisa Frank’s LSD Fun House

[ The first thing Siegfried registers is the strange, prickly feeling along his skin. It’s not painful, perse, but it is foreign and discomfiting. His thoughts quickly shift to the flashes of colors and the dry, painful ache in his throat, alarm settling in as he realizes he isn’t merely waking up from a deep sleep— no, he is somewhere else entirely.

He searches frantically to make sure everything is in order. He is whole. His armor is intact, even. Though he can only make out vibrant colors and nothing more as far as the eye can see, he does not panic. He moves.

He hardly notices the sting of the mosquito at first, and in fact, notices the strange runes on someone else just ahead before he takes notice of his own. His are concealed beneath layers of armor, after all. Or, if you’re in a similar state of heavy armor, perhaps he takes notice of erratic behavior.

Either way, he’s noticed someone, and that gives him a glimmer of hope for some answers. ]


You! Excuse me. Do you have any idea where we are, or how we might get to civilization? [ Despite his best efforts to sound calm, there is both a sense of urgency and mild pleading in his voice. As the seconds pass, physically he feels worse and worse. ]

IIE. Eating Questionable Things in Camp Nowhere

[ It’s not luxurious, but it’s shelter. And Siegfried has plenty of experience making do with whatever nature, or in this case, “nature” offered in terms of respite from the elements. He isn’t alone, either, as he wasn’t the only one with the idea to use this cavern for the moment. They haven’t even exchanged names before they come across the questionable packets of food(?) labeled EDIBLE.

Siegfried looks towards his companion. Even if he weren’t incredibly hungry, he’d offer the following regardless. ]


If you’re concerned about the presence of poisons... I don’t mind being a taste tester to ensure this is actually edible.

[ This is the same guy who tested whether wild mushrooms were poisonous or not through trial-and-error, so… familiar territory. ]

IIIG. No Interstellar Personal Space

[ He doesn’t refuse the examination. It’s clear from watching others that there’s little point to it, given the sedative quickly administered if anyone resists. It doesn’t help that after the long journey, he is quite fatigued. Despite his best efforts to stay alert and awake, he falls asleep fairly quickly.

The room he’d been shuffled into to rest in that transport vehicle is dark, so it’s easy for you to miss that the bed you’ve been assigned to already has an occupant. If the feel of a warm body next to yours doesn’t clue you in, the sound of confusion as Siegfried comes back to wakefulness will. Years of training have made him a light sleeper. ]


IV. Wildcard

[ Siegfried can be found all around Lunatia once his energy is rejuvenated. He has shifted to street clothing (a questionable self chosen outfit complete with sunglasses) in an effort to blend in as much as possible, and as such, does not draw particular attention. He can be found calmly interrogating locals, studying the architecture and exploring the interior of buildings, and wandering warily through The Lightless. ]
Edited 2019-03-01 00:51 (UTC)
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P5 Protag/Akira Kurusu | Persona 5 | OTA

[personal profile] jaillbaiting 2019-03-01 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[D:]

[Of all the random things to find on this barren wasteland... a phone with a recording of an idol concert on it. He'd probably start laughing, if it wasn't for the otherwise dire- okay, nevermind, he's laughing to himself. He even takes a moment to bob his head along with the beat of the music that's playing. It's fine, right? No one's watching him.

Except when he turns around and stops immediately, giving that brief deer-in-the-headlights look of someone who was caught doing something not all that embarrassing, but definitely wasn't expecting company. He smooths it over with a kind of awkward smile and a shrug, though.
] Someone left their phone.

[F:] [... Long, thin, slightly curved, light... okay, this is weird enough, of course, and he goes to pick it up, only for it to start vibrating, which prompts a little bit of a startled jolt, and he drops it.

Were those. Were those smiley face settings?

Gingerly, he reaches down to touch it, bring it back up again, and sure enough it does the same thing. His only real reaction is just to start laughing because holy shit is that a dildo? Before... putting it right back where he left it, and wiping his hands off. If it isn't, it sure as hell looks like one. Anyone else reaching for it?
] I wouldn't touch that.

[G:]

[Honestly, some part of him wanted to fight back against the guards, but he finds himself outnumbered, outmatched, outgunned, and completely off-balance, and honestly, it seems that was the better part of valor somehow because they give him water and some bandages for the scuffs and scrapes he inevitably parkour'd his way into. The trip is long, though, and there's not much to do - and he's feeling tired! So he should go to sleep. That's what Mona would make him do. He's a bit restless, though, and as the rooms fill up and someone has to start looking for a roommate, well...] ... They want us to double-up?

[Not expecting it, but surprisingly not adverse.]

[H]

"WEIGHT: ... Below average, poor nutrition, likely." [Oh no.] "AGE: Late teenager, post-pubescent, but not quite done growing." [This is... kind of embarrassing, but more than that, he really just wants them to stop talking so loud. He rubs the back of his neck.] "ESTIMATED SEXUAL ACTIVITY:" [There's a long pause, as a scientist flips through his notes at least twice, frowns, and then calls his colleagues over, who look at the chart, look at each other, then look at Akira, and back at the chart again.]

... Can it tell? [Please just don't tell his girlfriends about each other.] "Frequent." [Sigh. Oh, wait, he feels eyes on him - judgmental? Or maybe appraising? Perhaps just curious? Either way, he looks back.] I wonder how long this is going to take?

[W: Wildcard]

[HMU for anything! Here, or my plurk is [plurk.com profile] reslari]
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Cyrus Tistella | Steam Prison

[personal profile] acquittals 2019-03-01 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
c

[If there’s one thing people should know about Cyrus, it’s that she’s an overly loving girl as is with any otome protagonist. She loves her family, she loves her friends, she loves her partner, though the actual ability to love someone romantically is a new idea for her. Still, when she drinks the water and looks back at her home, she’s horrified. People, loved ones frantically around her as they try to wake her. She understands she’s made a lot of enemies, but she at least thought she was cautious enough to not be killed in her own world.

Is she dead? She doesn’t look dead.

She runs her hands over the front of her clothes as if feeling for injuries she may not have noticed.]


I think I would have known if I died, right? What the hell…

d

[Okay, this technology is totally new. In the Heights, the technology wasn’t that expansive even if the medical care was known to be great. As well as the agriculture. In the Depths, she saw technology she’s never seen before. This comm device she’s noticing appears to be like that ‘radio’ that she saw before. A one way communication that projects one’s voice. So she starts playing with it and tapping it until she gets the music…

Huh… she actually likes this as she holds it up to her ear. The language is a bit weird, but she can still appreciate good music.]


What are all the instruments being played? I hear the piano, but everything else sounds different. I’m also impressed someone can make their voice sound this way. Whoever they are singing and playing are pretty talented.

[She’s also slightly dancing to the beat, caught up within it, not at all embarrassed that people could be watching her. She’s quite the free spirit.]

g

[Thanks to all that’s going down and how weak she felt, there was no need to feel to react violently to the strangers. However, she does side eye them as they choose to take care of her. At the drink, she looks at the person before saying…]

You drink it first so I know it’s not poisoned

[She watches to see the person take a drink and notes that the person is indeed telling the truth. Cyrus takes the drink and takes a little sip now that some of her fears have been relieved.]

h

Sexual activity? Of course I haven’t, I’m not married…

[Her cheeks are hot as they talk about her, uh, status. It’s still new to her that people have sex outside of marriage. Hell, unsanctioned love is still new to her as she’s trying to find the right man to marry one day. What is love? What does it feel like? Can you eat it? She’s never figured it out, but sex is definitely something she’s recently learned about. For as unfiltered as Cyrus is, she’s pretty innocent in quite a few regards.]

wildcard

[Hit me up if you’d like to do something else! She'll be around exploring because she's a very curious soul.]
Edited 2019-03-01 00:41 (UTC)
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Taako ☆ The Adventure Zone: Balance | OTA

[personal profile] abracafcku 2019-03-01 12:41 am (UTC)(link)

LSD FUN HOUSE - A ₪


OW! What the fuck?!

[Taako is used to dealing with bugs in the wild. He's used to dealing with a lot of shit lately, considering his occupation of late, but a crystal mosquito? Fuck that shit. He's dealt with crystal and it's weirdo effects before and he is not going to pull a Merle on this new fever-dream planet of his.

Using his Umbra Staff, he swats the bug out of the air, watching as it collides with the ground with a puff of crystalline dust.
]

Serves you right, asshole. No one gets a free meal off ol' Taakoohhh no.

[The arm holding the staff drops suddenly to his side, going limp. He can feel the numbness start to climb and move and he panics, looking around quickly for anyone else in the area.]

Fuck! No! I am not doing this! Nope nope! Noooooooo thank you! Take your shitty crystal disease back! Hey! You! Are you a cleric? I need you to stop this- whatever it is!

INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE - H


[The ride over was pleasant enough - well, no, it was a hellhole being stuffed into a tiny little ship with a bunch of strangers while weirdos from the moon poked and prodded him, but it was a lot better than that crystal moon hellscape. Every little change helped, he supposed. But now they're in a dome-like structure (seriously, what was with moons and domes? Was it some sort of space law? All moon bases must be constructed with no less than 3 dome-like structures) and it's a lot more open and he doesn't have to rub elbows with people he doesn't know. Now he just has to deal with being inspected even further.

At first? He doesn't mind the measurements going up on screen. Taako's nothing if not confident that his ethereal beauty and intense training lately will put him in the top 5% of this weirdo world. Height (perfect), weight (nice), eyes (gorgeous, natch), and then? Sexual frequency. Right up there on the board where he and everyone else in this room can see it. His long elven ears flick back in annoyance.
]

Look, it's been a dry spell alright? No shame in that. Kinda busy saving the world, y'know? Doesn't give me a whole lotta time to go picking up hotties.

WILDCARD


[Taako's exploring because of course he is. This place is a technicolor eyesore of the highest caliber and he's not going to let this weird ass fever dream pass him by without getting some of the sights in. So he can found wandering the government center on the moon or around the city of Lunatia, poking and prodding buildings, people, everyone.

Did he "accidentally" poke you with the tip of his umbrella shaped Umbra Staff? Whoops, only not. Hi.
]
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Gawain | Fate/Grand Order

[personal profile] galatining 2019-03-01 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
B

[Gawain has a lot of questions about why he is here, because he should have returned to the Throne after Solomon was defeated. But instead he's in this mysterious crystal landscape with no way to leave. Of course, he hasn't had much time to find answers, seeing as there are people around him that are just as confused and in some cases far more vulnerable. Despite everything he's done in his past, Gawain is still a knight and the instinct to protect is strong.

So together you have been making your way through the landscape with him, dealing with whatever perils there are. And one of them is the Pegasus that is now attacking you, enraged.]


Be careful! It's circling back!

[Did you two decide to hunt it? Or did you just accidentally piss it off? Regardless, you are now locked in combat with it.]

D(maybe a mix of E and F if you wish to throw that in there!)

[When the concert started playing, Gawain was initially confused, but now he's laughing a little, because it is amusing.]

This is the first pleasant thing that has happened since coming here.

[Actually this has been the first amusing thing to happen to him... hell since before he was summoned to the Holy Land. Which is probably a little sad, but he'll keep that to himself.

But now is the time to rest and take stock of the situation.]


G
[Gawain didn't resist, seeing no reason to, even if some of the questioning struck him as inappropriate. It seemed like a small trade for the services of their rescuers.

And Gawain's been taking the time to reflect in the room they gave him. He turns to you, his companion, looking you over, concern evident.]


It has been a rough journey, hasn't it? I am sorry to take up some space, so I hope you can bear with me a bit longer.

[Maybe you resisted and are still suffering from being restrained. Or else those fruit are getting to you. They might be getting to Gawain soon.]

WildCard

[Go exploring with him! Or deal with moonblessings? Gawain's under Sanguis! I can also writer the starter!]

[OOC Notes: I can switch to prose if that is preferred! Gawain's canon point is Solomon, so potential spoilers!]
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Saber Alter | Fate | OTA

[personal profile] dimnes 2019-03-01 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
( a - sinner sinner chicken dinner )
[ Saber is incredibly relieved to stumble across another person in this strange glittery desert - and the relief itself it strange because it's not like she's desperate for company.

She's certainly desperate for something, however. Something besides hamburgers. So she doesn't hesitate to stride right towards the first person she sees, bearing herself with kingly dignity despite her extremely unkingly outfit. Even so, she stops a few feet away from her new 'friend'.
]

You. Come here.

[ Subjects approach kings, not the other way around. ]

( e - a straight shot of protein power )
[ There was never a question about who would try the dubious food first: it's Saber. She stares at the suspicious bags for a long moment, weighing her options... but in the end she's hungry, and it's not like poisoned food (or even a total lack of food) is going to hurt her.

So she rips a bag open, jostles it a bit, and then knocks half of it down in one go. She's silent for a moment as she works on swallowing everything. Finally:
]

Like a mouthful of dust.

[ What exactly did she expect...?

Who knows. She does, however, turn and offer the rest of the bag to the poor soul followed her into the cavern. She'd made the decision to keep an eye on them already and she's not going to stop now.
]

Here. It won't kill you.

( i - good enough for government work )
[ A shower and a meal... yeah, Saber can work with that. But she eats first, then cleans up. She's planning to eat again later, of course, but for now this will do. Maybe she can even nap before she goes back out.

But she steps out of the shower and into the small room she's been given to find someone already there. She seems annoyed but not surprised. The annoyance is probably because there's only a towel preserving her dignity right now - though the fact that the rooms seem to have been double-booked again is a large part of it. Regardless, a fight hasn't broken out yet, but...
]

Who are you, and why are you here?

[ ... going by her tone, it might soon. ]

(OOC: I'm open to any of these prompts turning smutty, and I have a very basic permissions post over here if you're interested! Slide me a PM if you want to hash things out further or request a specific kink.)
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lightning / ffxiii / ota

[personal profile] disposal 2019-03-01 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
i not really a rainbow crystal
( a. )
[ lightning carries no immediate memory of how she got there; she might have bumped her head, or was ambushed and kidnapped— but despite it all, this sensation isn't anything new. she has felt something familiar before, when she was branded as a l'cie and enemy of cocoon. only, she doesn't feel the same influence, a power coursing through her veins. instead, she's left dehydrated and lethargic, knees barely able to keep her moving forward.

it's the sting on her bare shoulder that makes her slap at her skin, eager to destroy whatever bit her. instead, the crystalline insect only pricks the palm of her hand upon contact. ]


What the...

[ her voice cracks, words sputtering and she gasps in mild panic as the runes begin to appear on her skin. the mark of the destroyer soon takes its place, and as she begins to make a run for it in case more pests appear, her leg gives out. lighting falls face-first into the dust, ears ringing and reaching for whatever she can get her hands on to steady herself—

which is, you, coincidentally. your legs, to be specific. she only realizes that after she places a hand on your calve, though. humiliated, she lets go of your limb, pushing herself up into a seated position, looking the other way. ]
Sorry, I just— [ she's not going to ask for help, despite her predicament. ]


( b. )
[ time seems unmoving, and lightning finds herself unable to determine how long it's been since she was brought here. she's tired and thirsty, uncertain if it's due to the planet or just because it's been so long since her last meal. but that's when she sees it— the creature made of no less than two-thousand pounds of muscle and meat. her mouth waters, quite uncharacteristic of her, and her stomach growls in turn.

it... doesn't seem likely that this creature could be served as dinner; for her alone, it would be a waste of what appears to be a mythical animal.

but she does see a benefit in perhaps mounting the pegasus to aide her in the journey. but she sees someone else intending on hunting it with a spear. perhaps the hunter is you or a stranger beside you. and lightning aims her gun straight toward the hunter, intending to shoot the weapon right off their hand. however, the hunger is setting in again, making her aim unsteady at best. when she shoots, she instead spooks the pegasus, and now it's intending direct its rage toward both you and lightning. ]
— Shit! We can't outrun it...! Come on!

[ battle stance is a go. will you join her? ]

ii survival of the fittest
( a. )
[ she's eventually found, skirting on the edge of starvation— so being taken in on the brink of death, once again, is... hell, she hasn't formulated an opinion. it's always been about survival with her, but fuck if would provide them any information about her or her world.

for the most part, they leave her alone— that is until she decided to act. her aggressive streak only causes her to be confined in a small space with you— groggily from the drug they've given her. she leers at you wearily, sizing you up as her lips purse into a thin line. ]


Who let you in here. [ don't be fooled, she's actually not interested in the answer. she may have been drugged, and her weapons are stripped from her, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have fists to throw at you. ]


( b. )
[ in the end, the drugs won. she manages to speak most about her background and upbringing, even somehow telling them about her real name. for this reason, they hold valuable information about lightning, and they must die.

— well, after the bath, and the meal. it's as though she hasn't eaten in age... and lightning can't deny how generous the accommodations are. she's much calmer than when she approaches you, eating by your lonesome. and the only reason she'll do this is because she needs more information— lord knows they've already extracted enough from her already. ]


So you're... a Moonblessed also, huh. [ she doesn't really sound interested, despite being the one initiating conversation. you'll get used to it. ]

iii wildcard → worlds beyond
( ooc. most likely having her under sanguis. pm me/plurk ([plurk.com profile] coldwars) if you have any questions or if you want custom starters! )
Edited 2019-03-01 01:04 (UTC)
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Mordred | Fate/Apocrypha | OTA

[personal profile] faeblooded 2019-03-01 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
LSD Funhouse - A

The fuck?

[Mordred, the Knight of Rebellion and Saber of Red in this bizarre Holy Grail war she had been summoned into, glared irritably at the remains of the umpteenth crystalline mosquito she had smacked off of her bare arms and legs since she arrived. It was bad enough in this place without the mosquitos, but the pests were just enough to push her close to the edge.

Only. Close.

Scoffing irritably, she trudged through the barren landscape in search of something helpful-- food, water, whatever. And it wasn't helping that she was starting to lose feeling in her sword arm...]


Ah, sheesh! [She scoffed loudly, stopping to glare like an irritable cat at the endless horizon of dayglow pinks and purples.]

What does a person have to do to get a drink around here?!

Camp Nowhere - E

[She was hungry. She was thirsty. She was mad, and the little plastic baggies ambiguously labelled 'edible' were taunting everyone who had gathered around. Tired of listening to everyone go back and forth over whether or not to actually try them, Mordred pushed her way to the front of the gathering.]

Those baggies-- gimme one. I'll try.

[With her Servant anatomy, there were few things that could hurt her-- and she was just hungry and thirsty enough that she was willilng to eat sand if that was what it took to sate her desires.]

Wildcard

[Don't like a prompt? Make one up! Hit me on plurk at [plurk.com profile] woodrift for plotting and questions.]
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Freddie Lyon • The Hour

[personal profile] hourlies 2019-03-01 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
FUN HOUSE: it's a whole lot of fun

C ⬤

[Welcome to the crystal desert of Iris, where a man appears to be in a fight with a pond.

Freddie's on his knees, crouched over the water with his lips peeled back from his teeth in abject horror. Nevermind where the hell he is now, that's something to be dealt with in a hot minute. More importantly, that's him in there. In this odd little technicolor viewing window into what looks very much like his own world, that's him as the headline item, out cold like a corpse at the bottom of the stairs.

But worse, that's not just him. that's]


Bel! Bel. Bel. Oh look up, come on. What are you fussing over a body for, I'm not even in there. Get Lix, somebody has to be drunk enough to work out what the hell's going on. Look up.

[Palms slapping the pond's surface only break up the image for a second, and give him an unneeded dash with cold water in the process.]

Don't get Hector for god's sake, he'll get out the champagne before the body's cold. He'll do a jig at the funeral. Oh, don't let him comfort you...

[With a low groan he keels onto his side, hands clutched to his chest as if nursing a stab wound.]

Fine, I'm dead then. I may as well be. Goodbye, cruel world, take me now.


CAMP NOWHERE: prizes to be won

E ⬤

[EDIBLE.

It's a little bag full of powder. Freddie holds it up to the light and flicks it with a nail, watching the dust inside shift and settle. It's a strange little bit of familiarity in a distinctly unfamiliar place. Not that life on rations is an especially fond memory.]


What's this then, powdered egg? Lovely. Nothing says welcome like a little dehydrated chicken embryo.


INTERSTELLAR: it's a quiz it's a race

G ⬤

[He'd put up about as much fight as a spirited kitten, but they tranqued him anyway, and Freddie wakes up with a head that feels like it's reached that very particular point of an evening where the hangover's kicking in but you haven't stopped drinking yet.

He should probably... get some water? It's a hazy plan but a good one, until he rolls over and his way out of bed's blocked by a warm back. He meets it with a soft gasp, catching into a giggle half way, and trails his hand lightly down the dip of a spine. Who's had the misfortune to fall into bed with him, then? Too dark to make them out, and his memory's not doing him many favours just now.]


Hey. Shhh. Shh. Move over, I need to try and get downstairs without waking Dad.


WILDCARD: it's a real wacky place

[Hit me up, buttercup, I'll roll wherever you're going.]
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alisaie leveilleur / final fantasy xiv

[personal profile] adelphoi 2019-03-01 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
i; dora the destroyer - arrival
[ waking in a bed of crystals is certainly jarring, but a little less shocking from someone who originally hails from a world where crystals are a commonplace environmental feature associated with energy and life, so it's surprisingly.. unsurprising.

the surprising thing is waking up somewhere completely different from where you had fallen asleep. alisaie can only assume that astoria had seen fit to whisk them away again, though far, far sooner than anticipated, and to another world entirely, not the temple in between. there's also the distinct lack of a grating, bubbly voice in her mind.

the immediate concern, however, is that crystals are hard and sharp and very uncomfortable to lie in. with a low groan, alisaie unfurls herself and blinks blearily, her eyes stinging with an immediate assault of refracted light and color, everything is so.. shiny. is she alone? how has she come to be here? what is this stinging on her arm - ]


Seven hells -

[ she breathes, whacking away a.. mosquito?? from the back of her hand. already an itchy bump is beginning to rise. a warm welcome indeed. surely that doesn't mean anything bad.. ]


ii; powdered lunch - camp nowhere
[ bold of her to assume that that simple mosquito would not heck her up royally. nothing is ever so simple on a new world.

by the time alisaie reaches a small cave that looks like shelter she is certainly feeling rather worse for wear. her limbs feel heavy and useless, she can barely go ten fulms without tripping over her own feet, and when the landscape is an array of beautiful but hard, sharp crystals, taking a few tumbles is uncomfortable to say the least.

hissing through her teeth, alisaie drops hard onto the cavern floor, rubbing at her right arm with her left hand, the only one that seems to be working properly at the moment. she's cranky, and hungry, but the twelve above seem to be looking down upon her, for at her feet is a bag labeled.. edible.

how promising.

she leans to lift it, only to be struck with yet another wave of disappointment. powdered food is slightly better than repulsive nutritional goop, but only by the barest of margins. what she would not give for a juicy dodo shank, or some warm, fried popotoes.. ]


Lovely.

[ it is not lovely at all. ]


iii; moonstruck - government center
[ well, she's not too much closer to real, important answers, but this is certainly a step up from stumbling around a barren crystalscape eating unattractive powdered foods. it's only because she's just arrived from a sprawling space station before this that she isn't entirely gobsmacked by the view, but even still, it is beautiful and impressive.

she can properly appreciate it now that she's had a wonderfully hot bath, and is sitting before a warm plate of something that looks foreign but far more appealing than a bag of tasteless food powder. alisaie chooses a seat nearest to the window with the best view that she can, leaning near to survey the domed city and crystal landscape beyond while she tucks into her meal with a wild abandon.

which is a polite way to put it. she's wolfed down half her plate within seconds. ]


iv; wildcard;
[ not feeling any of the above prompts? no worries! tweak one however you like, or throw something new at me, i'm game! ]
Edited 2019-03-01 00:59 (UTC)
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dorian pavus | dragon age

[personal profile] magocracy 2019-03-01 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
lisa frank's lsd fun house
[Falling to blank-minded panic at the slightest shred of despair and horror is not typically a feature in Dorian's wheelhouse of emotion. If it was, he would never have survived a life within the Imperium, let alone the magical war halfway across the continent which closely followed.

And yet there is no better description for what it feels like when he comes to buried beneath glittering crystal with nothing but his own disoriented awareness in the dark. Dorian's heart slams in his throat and he takes a quick mental inventory of his physical state -- in one piece, thankfully, not chewed to bits or in any fatal condition. When he finally manages to crawl his way out, scored in a few places by the sharp-edged crystal, he's breathless and flushed, but at least he's quieted that panic into a corner of his mind.

Better there than at the screaming front of his rational consciousness.]


i. a
[Some time later, Dorian comes to a stop on the ridge of a rocky pink dune as he overlooks the empty landscape. The sharp prick of the sting is all that alerts him to the next harrowing nightmare event: he sees the crystal-bug and swats it away with a little yelp, but the damage is done. The hallucinations come down upon him in drugged waves -- as soon as he thinks it's begun to fade, the next one hits fast, stronger, until even walking has become a laborious chore.

What he sees is difficult to describe, never quite seeming real within murky black shadows and strange, geometric patterns in the colorful vista around him. Anyone who runs across may find him attempting to shake the stubborn illusions with -- yes, magic. Bladed staff in hand, Dorian blasts a fire spell into a nearby towering pillar of crystal.

Mind your distance.]


Kaffas!

interstellar action force assemble
ii. g

[Cramped is an understatement. Dorian is none too pleased after the miserable day he's just experienced, and so when he arrives to claim his half of the bunk bed, his expression is cranky and severely unapproachable.]

Excuse me, kindly mind your edge of the bunk, will you? It appears we'll be packed in here like a fresh litter of Mabari puppies for the foreseeable future.

[The sickly-sweet perfume of the fruit has only just touched his nose, so all it does is make him a bit keener to lean all of his weight into one tucked corner of the bunk and curl legs up toward his chest, struck with sudden fatigue. He'll be glad once he does start feeling drunk.]

iii. h
[For his own part, Dorian goes along for the ride without too much verbal complaint (all right, enough to annoyingly numb someone ear's if they happen to be nearby, but he can hardly be blamed). Every jolt and bump has him cringing, teeth gritted, jaw aching by the time they reach their destination.

While most of his attention's consumed in making sense of what he's seeing -- buildings that climb unimaginable heights and gleam like glass in the sun -- he only notices he's the subject of interest when he hears his name. Name, age, height, weight... well, nothing to be ashamed of. He smells wonderful for a day gallivanting across an unfamiliar planet. He doesn't bat a lash even at sexual frequency (estimation: regular), although he's hard-pressed to see how it's anyone's business, but...]


No, I'd rather not strip and have you all prodding around my body like an animal, thank you. [Dorian backs up, directly into the individual behind him. Dryly:] Ah, perhaps you'd like to go next. They're eager to inventory you as a new and shiny specimen, no doubt for their own research.

iv. wildcard
[Whatever your heart desires! Come talk to me, if you'd like.]
Edited (i can't count) 2019-03-01 01:07 (UTC)
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Minatsuki Takami | Deadman Wonderland | OTA

[personal profile] primulas 2019-03-01 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE
C.

[What a shitty fucking scenario.

The moment Minatsuki woke up in this stupid place she had felt such intense anger. Why the hell was she here, just where was here, and why was everything so... shiny? She hated being alone, entirely and completely alone, and that was exactly what was happening. She was totally lost, and she didn't even have her stupid brother to rely on here.

Great, it was happening all over again.

Minatsuki walked through the barren landscape and she felt a thirst she had never really felt before. Sure, being in Deadman Wonderland meant that sometimes she had been on the verge of death, but it was nothing like this. She could just kill someone back home to get the prize money she wanted for food and drink- here? She was literally all alone and had to survive somehow. She would live, though, she wasn't about to give up like some kind of actual pussy.

So when she saw the pond in the distance she brightened up, running right over to it. After she had scooped up some of the water and drank from it she soon realized what was staring back at her. It was...]


...Yoh. [She saw her brother, hovering over her lifeless body, now shaking it and yelling at it. Was she... did she really...? Hold on- what the hell is this?! Suddenly Minatsuki stood up, her eyes wide and she just stared down at the scene. Did... Shiro really cause some kind of explosion, and maybe she really had died in the process?]

Hah... ha ha... what the... fuck is this...? [She knelt back down, slamming a fist into the water and causing the image to become distorted.]

What the fuck?!

CAMP NOWHERE
E.

[Finding the cave had been a blessing, but the things she had found within it had been less than amazing, at least she had thought so. Really, the only interesting part was finding all the packages of so called "edible" dried up food. The powder looked nasty as hell, and she didn't want to test it out.

Never trust anyone, especially not someone's dried up food storage, god.

When she heard someone else enter the cavern she turned around immediately, the package now behind her back, and she suddenly felt cornered. Dammit, she should have known this could happen. Play it cool though, Minatsuki, it was fine.]


...Where'd you come from? [Duh, the barren landscape, but she still wanted to know the answer to that. Maybe they knew something.]

INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE
G.

[Oh, she hadn't gone quietly. She had been pretty sedated after she initially tried to cut up the bastards that even dared to touch her, and ever since then she had just been sent to one of the resting rooms.

Sure it was cramped, and she figured that others would need to come in, however she was completely sprawled out on one of the bunks and refused to budge for whoever else would need it. Nope, too bad, this was her space now.

When someone came in she just waved them off.]


Piss off- I've already claimed this.

WILDCARD
[Do something to her! Anything, anything at all.]
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Lancelot | Granblue Fantasy

[personal profile] ritterstand 2019-03-01 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
camp nowhere - e
[ Nutrition is nutrition and Lancelot isn't one to turn it down. He knows that he can't be picky in an unfamiliar environment, so for the sake of everyone there he's going to bite the bullet and Lancelot doesn't look happy as he tries to eat some of the food in the edible bags. He's pouting. ]

I wish Vane were here, he could figure out to make this edible...

[ No matter. Lancelot is brave and a knight and he will be a good one. ]

It's edible and does not seem to have any ill effects, so it is safe to eat.

[ but whether you actually want to eat it is another story. ]

interstellar action force - h
Twenty seven years old, 179 cm, slim build, high propensity for sexual activity--

Oi!

[ Lancelot is clutching to his clothes as best as he can, because he already feels violated from the amount ]

Am I wrong?

No, but that's not the point!

[ You don't just say those sorts of things in public without asking. So Lancelot is going to be giving a scolding to the scientists on propriety, on respect and on not broadcasting sensitive information like that. It's not meant maliciously, but it's clear that these scientists had never been scolded like this before. ]

wildcard
[ come at me bruh. haven't decided on a moon aspect yet but lancelot will be crau from duplicity! ]
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Yusuke Kitagawa | Persona 5 | OTA

[personal profile] jagarico 2019-03-01 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
A. Mark of the Enchanter
[Yusuke stares, wide-eyed as the hallucinations play out. Of course the bite had meant something was wrong and that was worrying. What did bite him that caused him to see so many colors and shapes? And why was there suddenly a cherry tree dropping petals that were holographic?

Yusuke is standing around, reaching out as he tries to touch them. They seem real in his hands but that can't be...

Suddenly he sees waves of greens and yellows coming to crash towards him and he gasps, stumbling backwards into your character which promptly makes all of it disappear.]
D-Did you see that vision? The waves!

E. Camp Nowhere
[Well, he had been rather hungry when he had been taken. His senses are telling him this is insane and he doesn't want to risk his life. But as his stomach growls, very loudly, he winces.

But it's powder. Is it like the space food he had read about? But he still shouldn't just eat strange foods! Yet he continues to stare at the powder as his stomach growls loudly once more.]


H. INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE
He seems to be malnourished. He does not seem to take good care of himself. No signs of sexual activity...

[Yusuke stares in embarrassment as they just talk about him as if he isn't just there or human.] Could you please keep such impolite comments to yourself? This is absurd--[He gasps as they smell him.] E-excuse me...?!
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Kerra Holt | Star Wars (Knight Errant) | Sanguis

[personal profile] erranthero 2019-03-01 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Lisa Frank Hell - A Mark of the Sinner

[Kerra Holt has been to many, many worlds in her travels, but a planet filled with towering forests of crystal was definitely some Moondust level shit. The psychedelic landscape is enough to have her leaping to her feet, patting herself down to make sure she's not missing anything. Her dark battle suit wasn't marked or scuffed more than usual, her blaster and lightsaber still hung at her side, and the meager few keepsakes she had were still in the closed pockets so she hadn't been mugged or anything. No reason to panic, no reason to freak out, but her memory was a little hazy and that was definitely a Problem.

The ravenous hunger building inside her was also a Problem but one that she could stave off, for the moment.

Drawing in a breath, she focused on her preternatural senses, gauging the area and feeling around for signs of life. There were others sentients, though no life signs she recognized. Figuring the best place to start is with another person, she begins moving towards the nearest one.]


Hey, you okay?


Camp Nowhere -E

[Preserved powdered food? That's not a problem at all. Kerra's already on it like a hungry wolf on a pile of steak. She grabs a pouch and tears it open, giving the powder a sniff before tilting a little into her mouth. Swallowing thoughtfully, she grimaces as it goes down.]

...Kriff this tastes like paste.

Interstellar Action Force -G

[A ride and a drink in exchange for not fighting a bunch of natives? It helps that the natives don't seem hostile and aren't seeming to harbor any ill will towards her, so accepting their help is much simpler. That's actually kind of a sweet deal, and Kerra is all on board for that. She's happy to answer a few questions about herself, because these guys are clearly unfamiliar with her race. A little strange considering the widespread nature of humans but she's already got the sinking feeling she's well, well outside of the Galaxy.

Cup of something warm in hand, Kerra heads into the transport's sleeping chamber and grins lopsidedly (Maybe a little drunkenly) at whoever she's gotten stuck with.]


Hey stranger. Scoot over a bit? I guess you and I are supposed to get cozy for the ride.

Interstellar Action Force -H

[Fortunately for the natives, Kerra's got no qualms about undressing and letting them take down some data. There's really no harm in it, and if they've just achieved first contact with humankind this way, then they really should get the data if for no other reason than medical purposes.

If someone's kicking up a fuss nearby, Kerra will poke her head around the cadre of scientists and call out:]


Just go along with it. They aren't going to hurt you. Better for them to know more about us and our biology than not. I think it's some sort of first contact protocol.

[Alternatively, after the examinations are done, Kerra strolls out, clothes clutched to her chest, mumbling to herself]

Moonblessed? That's a new one...


Wildcard

[Funk me up friends! I am here for any and all prompts, and I am all for doing anything you want. Leave me a starter and I'll roll with it, or hit me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] intercession and we can discuss things. For sexual content, Kerra is pansexual and 23-24ish. I also have a permission's post here for some of her Force powers.]
Edited 2019-03-01 01:15 (UTC)
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Blavat Sky | Kuroshitsuji | OTA

[personal profile] starlightforesight 2019-03-01 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
★ LSD Fun House: Enchanter ★

[For all his flair for the dramatic and study of mysticism, for the most part Blavat has only ever partially bought into the whole sham he puts on for those at the music hall. But psychics and the occult are all the rage and made it almost ridiculously easy to get his job done, so he had simply gone along with orders and the fools had all fallen right in line. Perhaps, then, this is something of karmic justice... Because actually seeing (or at least thinking he's seeing the alignments of the stars and ties of fate and auras and all the things he is generally so eager to exploit is almost too much.

An especially bright blue shimmer of light catches his attention, galaxies swirling in a trail that guides him towards some poor unsuspecting stranger who is likely just as lost as him.

Whoever is unfortunate to have this "aura" will find a tattooed man with violet hair getting very close into their personal space, watching them with awe.]


Excuse me, but... Your radiance is positively stunning…

☾ Camp Nowhere: D ☾

[Of course a screen displaying moving pictures would instantly catch the attention of someone from the early 1900s, so Blavat was drawn rather quickly to the screen and the music. He watches in rapt interest through the song, peering so closely at the screen that it absolutely can’t be good for his eyes before abruptly straightening up with a thoughtful hum.]

Not bad… But the outfits are a bit amateur.

[He glances around then and “happens” to notice that he isn’t alone, instantly putting a hand to his lips as if he’s positively ashamed that he was caught.]

Ah~ Did I say that out loud?

☼ Wildcard ☼

[While it’s likely that most of the newcomers have never been somewhere like Lunatia before, this setting is definitely completely beyond the scope of anything Blavat has ever imagined possible. The marvels of science are still picking up speed back home in England, so some of the fascinating things are are almost mind-boggling in their complexity and possibility.

So of course he wants to be nosy.

Perhaps you find him wandering the government center and touching anything with a screen, or maybe he bumps into you while trying to figure out that weird little bracelet-thing they stuck on his wrist.]

purpose: (( can't tame these lions inside. ))

rey | star wars

[personal profile] purpose 2019-03-01 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
I. LSD FUNHOUSE.

[ the silence is nearly deafening. unsettling for how it reminds her of jakku, a quiet sweeping across a barren landscape; returning to that vacant solitude leaves a greater pit in her stomach than when she had begun, gasping awake in a bed of crystal.

her skin still stings with it, small scrapes and shallow wounds from where she's plucked shards out of her skin with gritted teeth. the pain hasn't faded, a dull reminder each time her limbs move, but it's nothing compared to the stab that comes with her next steps forward.

a hiss seethes between her teeth, slapping idly at the insect that buzzes around her. barely worth registering until minutes later, when the marks on her skin begin to develop and glow, and the rapid weakening in her limbs sends her tumbling downward.

she can't feel her hand as it lands and twists painfully, wrist bending at an angle that would make the bone ache if she retained any sensation in it. it makes pushing off of it nearly impossible, blunt nails grasping for purchase as she tries to position herself on one faltering leg, grappling for the nearest stabilizer.

her eyes follow upward as her fingers span the rock, narrowing, up into the face of another person. despite the brief relief it brings, there's an inherent sense of danger in that in her vulnerability — a wariness that has her trying, and failing, to scuttle back with a panicked breath.
]

Stay back.


II. CAMP NOWHERE.

[ it's better than nothing.

her stomach growls its own agreement from where she's nestled into the corner of the cave, turning over the sealed bag. it hardly looks different from plutt's rations, powdery and undeveloped, even if the bold lettering — edible, marked clearly, as if someone had expected they might find it here — gives reason for pause.
]

We don't know when we'll find an outpost. [ it's a risk, admittedly, but no riskier than denying themselves and continuing to scour through a wasteland, hoping starvation won't slow them down. ] I don't think we'll last long without it.

[ without waiting for input, she slides it open, sniffing at its contents. predictably, it tells her nothing about the danger of consuming it, of trusting in food left behind like potential bait. ]


III. INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE.
[ the bunks are far from spacious.

the rooms, too, are cramped — enough so that fidgeting at all means she risks elbowing the metal wall. and hit it she does, radiating along her arm, as she clenches her teeth.

sharing isn't an entirely foreign concept, but it's — unfamiliar. sharing living quarters, more so. the vulnerability of it, the trust involved in sleeping beside someone who could very well slit her throat in her sleep, is rightfully unsettling — and so, despite the determined tip of her chin as she approaches the small, lumpy bed they're meant to occupy, she shakes her head and moves to seat herself on the floor.
]

You can have it. I'll take the floor.

[ the discomfort, at least, is familiar. comforting, in its own way, when she's never quite known the luxury of a softer surface to sleep on. ]


IV. WILDCARD.

[ the changes are easy to ignore — at first. easy to push to the back of her mind between odd jobs, less of a focus, even as her skin grows warmer — and warmer, still, as time goes by. the feverish glow sticks hairs to the back of her neck, easily justified as exertion, kinetic energy at work, but —

it's impossible to ignore the shock of electricity, a current that ricochets through her, and into the body she's brushed by in an attempt to get through a throng of crowded bodies in lunatia square. sorry, she wants to say, i don't know what's happening to me. but the sound gets caught in her throat, certain she's gone half-mad. a lingering effect of that insect bite, maybe, that has followed her here.
]

Did you feel that?

[ it's quieter, curious, and partially bright-eyed. desperate, even, to hear some confirmation that she isn't the only one who has begun to change upon arriving. more importantly, that she isn't alone in it — or, worse, imagining it as she presumes. ]


V. DEALER'S CHOICE.
[ rey is most likely running odd jobs and errands to get by and learn her way around a new location. her moonblessing, as of currently, is iris. if nothing interests you, feel free to hit me up via PM and i can write custom starters! ]
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ritsuka fujimaru ; fate/grand order

[personal profile] lefol 2019-03-01 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
;camp nowhere

E // let her lick the moon

[ See, the thing is— ]

Space food!

[ —what little kid doesn't dream about becoming a cool cowboy in space!?

Now you may ask yourself what about this weird gal is little? And that would be VERY RUDE, WOW but also VERY SAD OF YOU because regardless of their present circumstances they are still IN SPACE and this is still bland, disappointing SPACE FOOD.

So if she wants to open a bunch of those bags to throw a bit of each into her mouth like a greedy gremlin, you are not her mom SO YOU DON'T GET TO JUDGE HER. ]



F// a techno remix of physical should go here

[ She doesn't know what it is, that much is true.

But whatever it is, it sure seems glad to be with her? ]


... It's a happiness meter!

[ Someone fetch her grumpy blue man, she needs to TEST THIS FOR SCIENCE. ]

And a flashlight. It's a multi-tool.

[ Listen, she's just clearly having fun, LET HER ROLL WITH IT. ]


;interstellar action force

H // the pains of being young

[ She should hug Mash when she gets back.

She should definitely hug her and get her something nice. When things get better, she will definitely use her money to take her to a grand tour or something. Of course, she's sure the doctor never once made her feel as uncomfortable as she's feeling now, and she sure as hell knows that Romani would've never had the face to ask THESE DUMB, IRRELEVANT QUESTIONS, SHE'S TOO BUSY FIGHTING TO HAVE ANY EXPERIENCE, OKAY?? but— still.

She gets... some of it now. Sitting still and obediently taking off her necklace to let them examine the scars that still map her, she wonders if this "chroma" is something entirely new, or just the way they have here to name mana.

But more important than that— she takes a break from questioning to gently touch the arm of her current guinea pig companion. ]


Are you okay? You look a bit pale.


I // oh baby, you're coming home to me

[ Somehow, it's worse here inside than out there in the shimmering desolation of the moon. Something naturally barren versus something made to be so eerily devoid of stuff— she'd much rather brave the wilderness and its potential ghosts than deal with something so sterile.

Will the planet be like this? With a frown, Ritsuka Fujimaru allows herself a moment to sulk as she slides down the wall and into the floor, comfortably? facing the crystal-bright sight of an uncertain future. ]


I'm pretty sure rainbows aren't supposed to be this depressing.
Edited 2019-03-01 01:19 (UTC)

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