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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] princessences 2019-03-04 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
One would hope they learn enough from previous mistakes that they should do otherwise.

[ But Allura is well-aware that they are at a disadvantage with the locals. To some extent, they need to endure the poking and prodding and invasive questions to get answers. ]

As I'm sure you heard, we arrived on this planetary system's moon "Iris" and have since been located to the planet "Prismatica". Thus far there don't seem to understand how or why we appeared either, but there is some connect between us and the moon itself, they believe. We're being referred to as "Moonblessed".
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[personal profile] synchroswim 2019-03-04 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
We both know how that would've went even if I did ask, but it's not like I had an invitation to show up anyway since I was benched.

[He hasn't quite let his guard down yet - he's still keeping a careful eye on that bag, just in case.]

So I figured why put my neck on the line when I wasn't needed?
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[personal profile] disposal 2019-03-04 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ there's no time to think; she just has to trust the word of the woman to and get the hell out of the way. she feels a gust of wind whisk at her back when the animal just barely misses her; if she hadn't listened to her, it would have surely been crushed.

lightning will have to thank her later...

when she's regained her footing, the woman is full-on punching the horse— it's the most bizarre and magnificent sight she's ever seen before. it happens too quickly, and before she knows it, a hand is offered, and lightning knows she needs to trust her gut and this strange woman in order to survive. with a nod, she takes it firmly, allowing the stranger to guide her to where she pleases.

they run as quickly as their legs could carry them, knowing full well the stallion is perhaps still after them. it's slowed, but it still has its sights on the pair. ]


You got a place in mind?! [ because she sure as hell doesn't. ]
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Lisa Frank - well hello there~!

[personal profile] anywayhereskirkwall 2019-03-04 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
It's honestly gotten to the point where Hawke doesn't question much anymore. Crazy Wardens gathering in the desert doing blood magic for evil magisters? All right. Corypheus back from the dead and making it rain demons? Fine. Walking physically through the Fade with some bloke that has a magic glowing hand and the semi-corporeal manifestation of the dead Divine with a Fear Demon breathing down their necks? Neat.

This is kind of new, though. Hawke has never had a visit to the Fade that he's really liked, but mosquitos are just drawing the line, really. He smacks one on his bicep that just got a taste of his tasty, tasty blood, memories of unpleasant summers mucking out stables on the farm in Ferelden coming to mind as he explores this new area. He'd realized just a short while ago that he's alone, so he's on high alert, axe slung over his shoulder as he follows the distant sound of someone's voice. He knows that voice, and even if it's just the Fade playing tricks it's the only one he hears right now so he's going to take that excuse and run with it, thank you very much.

At first, he doesn't want to believe it's him. Demons know where to hit him, after all, and 'Fenris is going to die' hangs over his head whether he chooses to succumb to Demon Mind Games 101 or not-- but he's just a man, and even if the image of a distressed Fenris before him is a hallucination designed to make him drop his guard, he can't bear to see his love in any kind of danger.

"Fenris!" he calls out as he advances, gripping his weapon, ready to swing at the first demon he sees-- whether it's the elf's demons or his own.
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[personal profile] webshoots 2019-03-04 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
Did you just growl? I’m just saying — if you want to be successful at this villain schtick, you need your own look— gck.

[ 76 is successful: peter knows that something’s coming but not what — he's startled as the crystal shatters, the shards sharp and fine enough to cut into his suit (ouch), though there’s a part of him that manages to take note of and appreciate the fact that he wasn’t shot at. but as the grand saying goes: intent isn’t magic and peter falls.

it manages to keep him quiet for the second, two seconds it takes him to look for an alternative crystal. —aha! he continues talking as he shoots a web towards the new crystal. ]
—Your own identity. Something to separate you from the pack, because at the moment, you just look a little confused. [ he rests against the side of the crystal, attention fixed on 76; the comment's punctuated by a pause as peter catches his breath, and it occurs to him that 76 is probably going to shoot this crystal, too. ]
scatmaam: (death valley queen where have you been)

[personal profile] scatmaam 2019-03-04 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh no, she was so earnest in her demands that Lancer couldn't help but find it endearing. Lyria was so determined to compliment her, she didn't mind the closed gap between them at all. ]

Well, I suppose I could finish the song... [ Lancer cleared her throat lightly, pausing to find the beat in her mind, before singing once more. ]

Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye

Loud the wind howls
Loud the waves roar

Thunderclaps rend the air
Baffled our foes
Stand by the shore
Follow they will not dare

Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye
peacewithouttyranny: (The most expressive he's ever been)

[personal profile] peacewithouttyranny 2019-03-04 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[As far as being in an entirely unknown, desolated place and unable to move, seeing another Cybertronian brings a sense of relief. And besides those, after the whole ordeal with Unicorn and what with the war being over years ago, he's pretty much tired of all the fighting and sees no reasons for the Cybertronians to be hostile towards each other. He hoped now there wouldn't be any tension between the two factions.

Even he could let go of his hatred for Primes.

That said, he doesn't recognize the other Cybertronian completely. The paintjob sort of reminding him of somebody, but it's not coming to his head at all. And the frame doesn't match anyone he'd seen in recent years.

His visor turns up to Hot Rod, and likewise, he keeps his hand where Hot Rod could see them. The shoulder-mounted weapon is locked pointed upwards- though it's something he might no longer see any use anymore.]


If you would. My legs aren't functioning.

[For some reason. He doesn't know why himself.]
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[personal profile] yataghan 2019-03-04 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
I know it's need not to be unsaid that we need to keep our guards up, but there are times when we are required to be to not too paranoid.

[ In the back of his mind, he still casually thinks of whoever, or whatever could put the stuff in the crate. Who is even around in a place like this? Regardless- ]

Jamil. Fifteen. A [ -n assassin, or so what he would say, but then he remembered the captain's words to not to creep someone on their first encounter to leave a longing impression so... ] scout, or perhaps, an ex-scout considering the situation we're currently in.

[ He won't offer any handshakes or such, but he's doing this ASL stuff right, he swears. ]
trenchdoting: (sad sigh)

[personal profile] trenchdoting 2019-03-04 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
Tha's right, pal! [He nods.] Back home, I'm a homicide detective, so I end up testifying about the police's findings all the time! [Then, he grumbles.] But that defense attorney's always got something to nitpick, just 'cause I get a few things wrong every now and then!
scatmaam: (nothing left to lose but your wings)

[personal profile] scatmaam 2019-03-04 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
There are a few possibilities of what it could be, and I prefer not to assume anything about technology I'm not experienced in, lass.

[ Lancer turned her attention to Emerald, eyes narrowing. ] But if it's not a weapon or a tool, then it's not important. Throw it out. [ Lancer tossed it towards Emerald, expecting her to catch it. ]
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[personal profile] yataghan 2019-03-04 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ If Jamil was talking to someone else, his following response would be nothing but stern, or at best, comes with a matter-of-fact tone. Considering that he's speaking with no one but his superior, however, his tone is calm if not soothing and reassuring. Gran's gentle pat on his shoulder is not helping as well. ]

Only after you consider yourself not malnourished anymore. Please bear mind to me afterwards, Master Gran.

[ Everything takes priority in Jamil's mind and right now, Gran's is definitely waaaay up there in it. ]
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[personal profile] yataghan 2019-03-04 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wow girl is that some kind of attempt to mock his assassin job. ]

...How is a sneak attack dishonorable? It has always been an effective tactic?

[ Pls don't report him to Gran for being a bully, Mirin. He still wants a job on the ship. ]
scatmaam: (your empty glass is but a tear filled ey)

[personal profile] scatmaam 2019-03-04 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lancer turned to look at her bed partner, crimson eyes resting on the blond girl and narrowing just slightly. ]

Have you an aim with such flattery, lass?

[ Perhaps Mirin came on a bit thick. ]
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[personal profile] yataghan 2019-03-04 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Is this a severe and weird(est) case of what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object? I think it kinda is. ]

I need to compile a data of people who could fare well enough to hold on their own in this place.

[ He shoulda added a punch line there. Idk, something like "Because there are some of us which don't which is gonna be problematic if we don't protect 'em".

But then again hhhh effort to be somewhat expressive so lolno. ]
scatmaam: (nothing left to lose but your wings)

[personal profile] scatmaam 2019-03-04 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
None taken. It's been quite a time for all of us.

[ Lancer was at both times difficult to offend and something of a hair trigger temper, but she didn't see much reason to be bothered here. ]

Forgive the observation if it's wrong, but are you a soldier?
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[personal profile] bulletpointe 2019-03-04 07:01 am (UTC)(link)

> lisa frank's lsd funhouse - a - ✾



[ Hallucinations indeed; only for Amelie, all the different hallucinations are from her past, from her present, and from her darkest dreams. Dreams were not uncommon for her, but they were never this vivid. Her hair splays around her shoulder and face, almost weightless and halo-like in her imagination. They only contrast against the lit runes and small pinpricks of light given off by the mosquito. How strange; mosquitos never seemed to liken themselves to her or her blood. The flowers are even further accentuated against her pale skin, her dark tattoos and hair. She admires them momentarily.

She was completely disarmed. Dressed in only a nightgown, or something akin. It was strange; this was not how she went to sleep the night before?

Several things are conjured in her line of vision, between a large cat, a colorful spider, her ex-husband. Each one she barely reacts to, save for reaching out to touch them. She might land her fingers on nothing; just air. She might land her fingers on your face or your hair, breaking the illusion instantly. But no matter what, she reaches for them. Bright iridescent crystalline structures grow from her extremities, and yet, she doesn't mind them a bit. In fact, they're quite beautiful in her opinion, as pretty as the illuminated runes. It didn't matter. It was imaginary to her, all of it.

At one point she acknowledges--- ]


What a cruel dream.


> interstellar action force assemble - g



[ Someone definitely reacted violently. Amelie is fully restrained, looking absolutely enthused to be here. A sharp scowl pokes out from outside of her restraints, numbed and even masked, thanks to her snapping, scratching and biting. Nope, Widow has had none of this shitshow. Still, she is without tools, without weapons, only her fists, and she'd tried using them. It wasn't....scary, not to her. It was uninvited, instinct drove her to struggle rather than pure fear.

Being lobbed into her bed is certainly an unwelcome gesture, and she'd thrash around if she could. Unfortunately, she's immobile save for her sour expression. With a sigh, she resigns----for now.

Something is incredibly sweet smelling, and it would be quite the enticing treat whatever it was. But she can't move, let alone speak, make noise, roll away. Nope, she's completely stuck, much to her distaste. What a fine mess. ]


> interstellar action force assemble - h



[ Waking up from her transport over, Amelie is groggy and unfit to communicate. Instead, she comes around to....someone spilling her info out on a wide, brightly lit screen.

Her height, weight, skin and hair color, age, nationality....her irregularities. Low blood pressure, irregular reflexes, body augmentations.

Coming to, she realizes she's being poked, prodded, and when her mask is removed, asked question after question.

It's not unfamiliar. In fact, it's almost like a memory.

Someone's tied her hair back out of her face, taking her pulse, checking every orifice on her face. No, this was routine. Perhaps it was best to recline, let this happen, and lie in wait. Staring blankly, she scans for any kind of familiar face outside of the room. Until then, she remains silent. No question answered, nothing offered other than her cold, unfeeling stare. ]


> wildcard



[ Silent and quite unresponsive to even the most bizarre events that are unfolding in front of her, Amelie isn't completely shut off from outside communication. Maybe ask her what she's up to, where she's going, what she's looking for. Indeed, she'll look for any teammates, recognizable faces, friendly or foe, or really anything she can take advantage of. But to her, this is just another strange, outlandish dream. She was sure she'd wake up sooner or later.

Maybe though, try to refrain from spooking her. ]
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scatmaam: (let's sing goodbye to Auld Lang Syne)

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[personal profile] scatmaam 2019-03-04 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Red eyes didn't particularly bother someone like Lancer, at least. Still, it was good to know she wasn't quite alone in this bizarre landscape... though this girl hardly seemed like she was the surviving sort. ]

I've been looking for such things myself, but we are well away from any familiar wilderness I'd know the lay of. I could not tell you what is safe to eat or drink here.
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[personal profile] yataghan 2019-03-04 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Thank god this thread is getting pretty much Netflix and chill. Without the fucking part cos that be gay af.

Anyways, there's a small smile forming on the corner on the assassin's lips. ]


Ah, yes. That is true. Although I have yet to encounter most of them in this place but I think I can cope well enough. [ A beat. ] After all, if you could handle not having your significant other here, it would be unbecoming of me if I were not to be able to handle my case. It should be mentally easier, after all.

[ ...


Sorry Squall, he means well. He just doesn't know how to have a good conversation with anyone in particular. ]
bratworth: (upwards ♞ it's time to move on)

how did my autocorrect get 'credit ok' from 'crook' i am so sorry

[personal profile] bratworth 2019-03-04 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
( Edgeworth's brain goes into overdrive, trying to connect the dots in regards to what's happening in front of him. )

That's a start. ( Baby steps. ) How do your legs feel? Can you walk?
scatmaam: (may the living be dead in our wake)

[personal profile] scatmaam 2019-03-04 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
I've woken up in some places that'd seem truly bizarre to mortal men and women, I assure you.

And I've made a habit of surviving all of them. I don't aim to break my streak. I'd say your own chances would improve if you stick by me.
shortorders: (who it is I'm back in the building)

[personal profile] shortorders 2019-03-04 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Shorter could have just tasted a bit of it at a time, but instead, he sort of just... stuffs a fistful into his mouth without any real hesitation, letting out an unimpressed hum as he chewed.

With mouth still full. ]
It tastes like cardboard.
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[personal profile] punshots 2019-03-04 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ "Let's not panic" sounds like the opposite of what he's going to do when it dawns on him that he might be going crazy, but okay. He'll try, even if his fidgeting goes up to eleven, and he can barely hold still as he glances around for anything else that looks out of the ordinary.

If he's hallucinating, how does he know any of this is real at all? ]


— Yeah, good call. Uh — Prompto. Nice to meetcha! E-even if...y'know.

[ HE'S GOING CRAZY. ]
shortorders: (it so heavyweight we smuggle it)

[personal profile] shortorders 2019-03-04 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Shorter shrugged, managing a small smirk. ]

You're the first living soul I've come across, bro.

And I dunno about you, but I don't plan on waiting for anyone else to come by before I get out there and get some sustenance. I got a deep thirst right now.
shortorders: (but baby you broke the rules)

[personal profile] shortorders 2019-03-04 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
If anything, they sound just as shocked that we're here as we are. No one was expecting us to pop up.

Hell, when I told them I drank some of the water out there, they seemed even more shocked. Apparently moon water is no-go up here, but I feel fine, and they didn't find anything wrong with me.
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Keith Kogane - Voltron: Legendary Defender

[personal profile] undeserted 2019-03-04 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE - A: Mark of the Enchanter

[ The first thing Keith realizes is that he's alone. The details of his surroundings creep in slowly, but his immediate focus is where are my people before where am I even sets in. He aches everywhere, hunger and fatigue already threatening to impair him, but he can't surrender to them just yet.

All right-- one thing at a time. Patience yields focus. He checks his comm first.
] Everyone, where are you? Sound off. Pidge? Hunk? Allura? Lance?

[ Nothing. All right, it's time to move. He pushes himself to his feet and explores the bizarre landscape, scanning his surroundings. At some point something sharp pricks the skin of his face--once, twice-- What the hell?

It's slow and subtle at first, but the visions come-- enemies everywhere, his teammates hurt and dying, a familiar voice growling at him 'just let go Keith, you don't have to fight anymore'-- As he swings at enemies and chases after friends, he doesn't realize the growing hunger and thirst until he's nearly ready to collapse.
]

ACTION FORCE - G

[ Keith hadn't made it easy for them. It's why he's currently restrained and numb all over, slowly coming to on an unfamiliar bed. He isn't quite coherent enough yet to panic, but he knows that wherever he is, he isn't alone-- and as soon as he's able, he flinches away from the person next to him and bares his teeth. ]

Who are you? [ A pause. ] What's that smell?

H

What? No-- I'm not taking my clothes off!

[ Keith is beyond flustered and angry at the proceedings, horrified by what these people seem to know about him. They make damn sure to tell one another that he's a virgin, for one, and the prospect of being numbed again is the only thing that keeps him from striking out at them. Thankfully they don't seem to want to forcibly strip him, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel horribly naked already.

What even is this place, anyway?
]

WILDCARD

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