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Prismatic Mods ([personal profile] prismods) wrote in [community profile] prismaticrap2019-02-22 02:46 pm
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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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[personal profile] paladorable 2019-03-03 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Last I checked, I'm pretty real, but only one way to find out, yeah?

[ He offers a gauntlet-clad hand down at the stranger, hoping to help him to his feet. Arenvald hasn't a lick of healing skill, apart from fairly competently being able to tie off a bandage, but if there is something more serious afoot (a-leg?), he's pretty sure he can carry this man. ]
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[personal profile] paladorable 2019-03-03 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Tell me about it.

[ Said with a sigh, as he leans heavily against the nearest wall, plate mail clanking with the motion. He has many questions, but no real answers, himself. With the rapid-fire way the locals flung their own questions at him, he didn't really have a chance to ask them anything. ]

It could be worse. Probably. Somehow.
dioscorea: (give me a memory I can use)

[personal profile] dioscorea 2019-03-03 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The shorter sword stops just shy of barreling right into Mikazuki, too relieved (and worried and confused) to feel out of breath after the impromptu sprint. His gaze is immediately drawn to the device in Mikazuki's hands, and he reaches out to take the thing from the other sword, gently, just to get his hands on it. To feel tangible proof that the means of their escape is very much not working, even though he fully trusts the other sword's word on the matter.

He pulls his own device from his clothing--which is torn in places and has very much seen better days--and compares the two side by side. His own device is all but crushed but he'd seen it glowing. It should have worked! He should have been right behind the others--

"I haven't seen anyone else either," he says, shaking his head. He hands Mikazuki's device back to him and takes a moment to look around at the alien landscape. "I hope no one's hurt. What if we walked right by them and they couldn't call out for help? We wouldn't even know...."
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[personal profile] faultfinds 2019-03-03 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmph.

[ Maybe he'd say, no, it's not, if she'd finished the end of her sentence. But maybe not. Maybe he'd prefer to fall silent especially as one of the researchers or whatever they are lean in to touch the lapel of his coat, giving him a smile and asking if he'd mind taking off his clothes.

Of course, Van's answer is a glare, and he folds his arms across his chest to prove his point. That just makes the fellow shrug, a little disappointed, before turning to look at Cyrus. ]
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[personal profile] paladorable 2019-03-03 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, that relief is rather short-lived, and it occurs to him that Connor probably doesn't have to deal with things like hallucinations often, if ever. Not with a brain made of wires and whatever else. ]

Oi, take it easy! Daniel's not here.

[ There is a moment where he considers moving, but opts to stay put until he's certain that Connor isn't going to run off in search of a ghost. ]

I've been the only one here the whole time. You were seeing things.
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[personal profile] withoutchains 2019-03-03 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. [She says it simply but with a touch of sheepishness to her voice. Her fingers fiddle with the straps of leather around her legs, almost self-consciously. It was the first time someone has asked about her lack of footwear, so it caught her off guard.] I don't think I've ever worn shoes before in my life.

[Morgiana trails her eyes over to stare at Noctis, head cocked to the side. He looked so surprised by the sight of her bare feet. Did people not do that where he came from?] I don't remember ever owning a pair, anyway. It's never been an issue for me to walk without shoes. I've gotten used to it.

[If anything she would be very uncomfortable if she was forced to wear something over them. It was how she grew up and she didn't plan on changing anytime soon.] Is.. that weird? [She pauses to squint at the male thoughtfully.] It's common back where I'm from.

There are some who I do recall wearing footwear... probably only the wealthy, I assume. [The Fanalis takes another sip of her water, expression thoughtful.]
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princessascended: (Wonder what's out there...)

[personal profile] princessascended 2019-03-03 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yeah. We definitely will. It just... might take a while.

[At least there aren't any universe-ending threats going on right now. For once.]
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interstellar action

[personal profile] jiyuujin 2019-03-03 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[That voice... could it be? He isn't quite sure until the tell tale peal of his objection rises above the general clamor of the room. He smiles inwardly and peeks around the curtains providing the bare minimum of privacy to find Kashuu Kiyomitsu. Of course there's no telling if it's his Kashuu but for now he'll just take comfort in a familiar face.

He was awful curious about how that sentence was supposed to end though.]


Now now, don't be so shy. I'm sure all this information is very important to them.

[He tugs aside the curtain now and, as if to make his point, it seems Mikazuki has been happy to comply with all their requests. At least he was allowed to keep his undergarments.

Completely indifferent, he offers a smile.]


Kashuu-dono.
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[personal profile] acquittals 2019-03-03 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Even if Aqua had told her any of that, it would have gone over her head. Such things belong in fantasy, she thought. However, this place is the very definition of fantasy so perhaps it wasn't too farfetched to think that.

"We're all in the same boat then, Aqua."

After she said that, she held her hand out for a handshake. Granted, if she were wearing a dress she would have curtsied but this wasn't the time or place for such formalities. Nor did she care even if it would have been out of habit.

"My name is Cyrus."
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[personal profile] acquittals 2019-03-03 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Machines...

[That's incredible to her. Letters are amazing but there's still human error involved. A lot of it.

Machines could avoid that, yes? She's pretty impressed by just the thought all this exists. Hell, that phone in his hand proves it exists.]


It sounds like it makes life really convenient. Especially in regard to communication.
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[personal profile] oncebrokenway 2019-03-03 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe... it's the kind of thing that you'll know what to do when it's really needed?
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[personal profile] acquittals 2019-03-03 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Truth be told? Mirin knows just as much as Cyrus since she only found the song by accident when she was fiddling with the device. They're stuck in the same boat of no one knows what the hell the device is.]

It seems you know just as much about it as I do.

[She laughs a little, not afraid to say what she's thinking at all.]
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[personal profile] acquittals 2019-03-03 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I like to think I know my way around a sword.

[Her tone spits confidence, not afraid to show off what skills she has. Though there's a sense that she's definitely not cocky. She knows her limits, which is why the partner system back home worked so well. They covered each other's weaknesses. Though Fin was far more demure than this guy, alas.

She's still finding it fun to at least be fighting by someone who also knows their way around a sword. Seemingly.

And he brings up a good point.]


So we'll attack its wings first and take away its one advantage. It's a sound plan.

[She holds her sword in both hands ready to strike as soon as the beast comes back, waiting to see what Yuri may do first. And if he takes too long she'll definitely move first and try to take out a wing.]
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[personal profile] raisedbybirds 2019-03-03 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Samus gets mistaken for a lot of things but usually not someone else specifically. Raptora conjures images of, well, a raptor so she can't say she immediately minds the bird-like association. It is however also uncanny for that same reason. Her eyes narrow under the visor.]

Not affiliated with Helix. [Risky gamble to keep engaging in that subject since it seems to be a source of hostility for him. She doesn't press further into the room right away, though her helmet is still canted somewhere warily between him in and his rifle.]

Do they pay well? [Not a serious inquiry but she's betting he'll have something to say about it.]
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[personal profile] acquittals 2019-03-03 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
That's all I needed to know.

[What doesn't kill her and all that as the employee brings her a fresh cup of the refreshment and she downs it. Okay she was thirsty, but not thirsty enough to drink something suspicious.]
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Joker | DC Comics (Preboot)

[personal profile] criminallysane 2019-03-03 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
► (a) fun house: mark of the enchanter ✾
[ Joker sometimes has trouble telling what's real and what isn't, but that's usually just the result of something going wrong with his meds. A guy can't go from being on enough anti-psychotics to make an elephant weep, to nothing whatsoever, without expecting things to get a little funky. So when he wakes to find himself in a barren purple hellscape, being chased by crystalline mosquitoes that leave weird marks on his skin, Joker figures his doctor's just fucking with him again. Any minute now, Barnum and the Stooges and Elvis will all come out in clown suits and instruct him to dance the hokey pokey. He knows how this goes.

It's only when he spies Batman staggering ahead of him that he realizes something's wrong. He's seen Bats in these things before, of course, but always in the form of a monster or a sexpot. He's never seen him like this.

The cape's tattered, for one thing. Like, really tattered. Way more so than it has any right to be, unless Batsy's just been in a fight with a jet engine. And Bats isn't moving quite right, either. Joker's seen the guy hurt or limping or semi-conscious more times than he can count, but this time it's... almost like Bats has lost control of a leg. Or is a zombie. Kind of hard to tell.

Either way, it's not the kind of thing his mind would just cook up on its own, surely! Which means that maybe, just maybe, this place is real. And maybe Bats is here with him. And if that's the case, old Batsy baby will either be able to get them out of here, or will have to spend an eternity hanging out with Joker on his own. Neither of those options sound terrible, really.

Joker brightens, and hurries to catch up with him. ]
Yoo-hoo! Oh, one-legged limping Louie! What on earth happened to you?

► (e) camp nowhere: food
[ Oh, look, baggies of a special powder that'll keep you going when the going gets tough. Whatever might this be, children?

Joker tastes a little with a gloved fingertip, and is disappointed to discover that the word EDIBLE on the front wasn't just somebody trying to be cute. Whatever this is, it's not quite the pick-me-up he was hoping for. But it is, well, edible, so...

He downs about a third of a bag, slaking the worst of his hunger and thirst, before deciding that, if he's going to be in this weird-ass hallucinogenic world for a while, he might as well make the most of it. And doesn't civilization lie in the details?

He sets the small cooler up as a table, and arranges a few more baggies on it like teensy place settings. The one across from him is for Bats, of course. To his left, the Commish. And to his right... Well, he supposes that one can be for Harley, although he's damned glad she's not here at the moment.

Joker settles in for a pleasant meal with his imaginary friends, grateful for the company even if it's only in his head. He whistles. Sings children's songs. Works his way through almost a full bag of the powder, which he's really starting to get a taste for, in spite of it being so tasteless.

And when he spies someone new--a real someone this time, with a body and all--entering the cave, he lights up like a Christmas tree. ]
You must be the neighbor! Come in, come in. We were just having supper.

► (h) interstellar action force: exam time
[ Joker's used to the whole drop-your-pants-and-let-us-measure-those-vitals part of intake processing, thanks to years of essentially using Arkham as a Motel 6. When the Dismals request that his clothes come off, it's almost a relief: they've clearly read the same script he has. Though it would be nice if they had a plastic bag for his personal effects to go into. That suit was expensive...

Once the suit and its various bits of paraphernalia are off, Joker stands there, in bright green boxer shorts printed with flamingos, and cheerfully participates in the questioning process. Virtually none of his answers are accurate--including things that can be easily proven, like his height, weight, and blood type--but he delivers them all with a smile. He lets them take his blood. He lets them run a cotton swab on the inside of his cheek. He lets them marvel at the acid-stripped blobs that pass as his fingerprints.

And yes, he's been with a lot of prostitutes, but so what? Who hasn't, in this day and age?

He tries flirting with the medical team, and gets nowhere. Bored, he turns his attention to the other Moonfucked in the area, most of whom--disappointingly--don't seem to have been as good at getting naked as he was. While two of his examiners mutter to themselves about his Chroma (which he's trying not to take personally), Joker catches sight of someone passing within conversational range and seizes his opportunity.

He wolf-whistles. Flashes that trademarked Joker smile. ]
Well, hel-lo, gorgeous! [ Is he actually interested? Probably not. But hey, life's short, and he's lonely. Get on over here and be hit on by a clown! ] Say--don't suppose you've got the time? These bastards took my watch. [ They didn't; it's safely in his jacket pocket. But who cares? ]

► wildcard: dealer's choice
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[personal profile] acquittals 2019-03-03 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't even want to ask what that is.

[The first thing that pops into her mind is the Depths, a place where criminals are taken and a place where the HOUNDS hardly treat the people down there as human. If she was in such a place, perhaps that's why she's like this.

And Cyrus can't really blame her.]
codecmoment: (Bang.)

[personal profile] codecmoment 2019-03-03 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
So someone from... elsewhere.

[ He idly stirred the stew he was given, watching the (likely) foreign vegetables move around in the broth. ]

Found on a moon or whatever?
codecmoment: (Bang.)

[personal profile] codecmoment 2019-03-03 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"It doesn't mean people lose the ability to sparkle and be magical. My partner of over a decade used to have sleigh dogs and he, even being a soldier who'd been through so much, still had a little sparkle in his eye when he saw a husky."
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[personal profile] punshots 2019-03-03 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, but her plan sounds like a lot more fun, especially in his current state, even if it's completely unnecessary. Chances are the Prismals might let them try the fruit if they ask nicely, given the way they've been treating them so far. But there's something about sneaking in that's just so exciting...

Never mind that his stealth stat isn't exactly stellar when he's sober. ]


Think we could get away with it?

[ His grin cuts mischievously. There's only one way to find out! ]
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[personal profile] raisedbybirds 2019-03-03 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh no he's not getting off that easily. She's leaning towards him again, his occupation definitely taking on more than vague offense.]

You run an NGO and make weapons. Do you sell them too to the highest bidder?
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[personal profile] acquittals 2019-03-03 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Your what?

[Her reaction to him is surprisingly less offended and more confused. However, she deems it not important and waves it off and starts to move to leave. She has better things to attend to like finding others and civilization.]

Anyway, yes we all die, but if you'd like to not die in the very near future, then let's go.

[A roll of her eyes because seriously. Seriously. She's leaving and if he wants to follow great! If not, she'll leave him be.]
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[personal profile] codecmoment 2019-03-03 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
moving to overflow!
Edited 2019-03-05 12:13 (UTC)