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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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Megumi Yukimura » Final Fantasy XIV « Non-Warrior of Light

[personal profile] menphina 2019-03-01 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Optional CRAU from [community profile] duplicitynet, just mention if you're keeping CR or not if they've already interacted there!! ]

Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House a + c

[ This is messed up.

That hellplace was bad enough, but now she's in this place? With crystalline mosquitoes, even?? Where is the logic? She's clutching her arm where the bloody thing bit her, unable to fully see ₪ the mark that's been left-

But she can already feel signs that are worrying. Such as the fact that her arm is completely numb (and so is her chest for some reason, because it's... perky. Why?) She's worried she's about to shut down, though it doesn't make any sense by medical standards, and she's a bloody healer-

Eventually, she ends up stumbling forward when her foot gives way, collapsing near the pond, where she ends up seeing... ]


Gareki?

[ Her eyes widen- no, she's surely hallucinating, but she sees her younger brother, worried eyes and frantic expression as he seems to... is that her?! Next to him, another blond-haired man calling to a man, who she sees and her heart begins to race frantically- her husband, holding her baby boy. And the princess, trying frantically to heal her-

Everyone...

She could cry, but even her face feels like it can't move at this point, her eyes frozen as she tries to push herself closer to the edge of the pond. If she's dying- if her body is really shutting down... ]


Bloody hells- I can't move!!

[ She yells to no one in particular- she's more frustrated about having it end like this!! If this is those LIERS at work, she's going to bloody murder them. She won't even care at this point!!

But she'll be lying here uselessly until then. Don't worry. If she does get aided, she'll be on the move and punching things in frustration. Especially charging beasts. Don't mess with an angry Matriarch, world! ]



Camp Nowhere ( D+E+F )

[ The comm isn't strange to her, neither is the music playing on it. But- she is exhausted, and if she's ended up alone, she'll be fiddling with it and letting the song play. She's heard weirder.

Though, she'll be waving around the silver thing she has- at least her abilities seem to be functioning, but this is bizarre. What does it even do? If someone's with her, she'll be probably looking out for them- and if someone new enters, well- prepare to be threatened with a... whatever this is. ]


Hold it. What do you want?!

[ Friend or foe, they're not getting her Plastic Love Powder Snack!!! ]


Interstellar Action Force Assemble (I)

[ Right, Freedom. After throwing a fuss and nearly being shocked into submission- and bitching out the scientists, she's pretty sure this is yet another hell-hole, the only difference being there's no roles and rules-

These guys are actually nice, if just confused. She finally wanders out, looking mildly like her radiant self again, and - with her extendable spear strapped to her back. If anyone is around (that she doesn't know already), she might go over and tap them- ]


Oi. You're not from here too, are you? Where were you before this? Your world- not... this place, whatever it is!

[ If they look scared, at least she'll try to be gentler. Maybe with a greeting, but still ask something similar - and if she knows them, well, they're getting yelled at with "Hoy!! You're here too!!" ]


Wildcard

[ Go with anything within Lunatia City! Let's explore!! ]
Edited 2019-03-01 03:50 (UTC)
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Lancer aka Scáthach | Fate/ | Sanguis

[personal profile] scatmaam 2019-03-01 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ b; no ball or chain no prison shall keep ]
Get down! Take cover!

[ Heroic Spirits technically didn't need to eat, and Lancer could have lasted far longer without food or drink than most even if she weren't one. But she had seen the Pegasus's gorgeous flight, sensed is strength and grace, and of course her first instinct was to pick a fight with the damn thing. But to her great shock, it turned out that blood red spear of hers made no dent in its crystal lined hide. Figures, she thought. She'd need to find a weak point.

But in the quest for said weak point, and her glanced killing blow having only angered the beast, she needed to create some distance between herself and the creature. She needed some time to observe its motions, how it fought, how it thought. Read her opponent, and strike when it was exposed. And she'd have a much easier time if someone hadn't decided to also be on her battlefield at the same time. ]


I said move, you daft bastard! [ There was a Pegasus chasing her down. Better do what she says. ]

[ f; your empty glass is but a tear filled eye ]
What sort of weapon is this?

[ She passed on the rations to whoever followed her, assuming without asking that they likely needed it more than she did, and didn't bother with the communicator either. Instead she went right for the strange tool, taking it up in both hands, rolling it between her fingers and observing it as closely as she could.

What was it made of? What did those settings mean? Why the crudely drawn faces? Were those a different sort of Rune? She had a lot of questions, and there really was nothing to it but to start messing around with it, first be flicking it about, getting a feel for its weight. ]


It doesn't seem like much of a survival tool...

[ g; her breath pure as whiskey my heart fell in love ]
[ As Lancer settled in her bunk, she didn't accommodate much for her bunk partner, but at least felt herself relaxed enough that she wasn't going to complain about sharing. Between the explanations from the natives and the nutrition they'd provided, Lancer could sense the tension starting to ease out of her system, and breath fulls of that sweet air made the trip almost a pleasant one.

Well. Anything would be pleasant, she figured, compared to the landscape of the moon (apparently it was a moon) she'd been stranded on. She still had a lot of questions, questions no one had any real answers to, but for the moment, she had to assume another great event of importance had necessitated her presence. It was the same reason she'd become a Heroic Spirit at all, wasn't it? The needs of the World. Or in this case, Another World... ]


Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing...

[ She sang softly, eyes staring above unfocused, almost a lullaby... She didn't intend to sleep, though. ]

Are you comfortable?

[ wildcard ]
[ hmu if u wanna do anything wild yo. i'm open to anything. contact info is in journal. ]
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Mira Chambers | Final Fantasy XIV | WoL OC

[personal profile] inlikethebrume 2019-03-01 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
(OOC: Is current to 4.5 MSQ, spoilers just in case.)

Lisa Frank, Who's That? (C)

[Being in weird places is a normal thing for a Warrior of Light. The setting to psychedelic crystals reminds her of the Burning Wall in Thanalan but less orange. So the situation is this: she's alone in Halone knows where and her linkpearl is gone so she cannot contact anyone. There's no one around and if she decides to scream, she might end up calling a monster to her and that's the last thing she needs. Despite having her longsword, that is not the best route to take in a strange place. But there is one other concern Mira has.]

Thirsty...

[She groans, rubbing her throat, practically parched. And then she sees the pond close by and sprints to it, planting her face right into the water and taking a big gulp. She isn't thinking about how she looks, she's fucking thirsty. Taking a deep breath, she resurfaces and pulls her hair back but then there's an image within the water that isn't her reflection technically.

It is her but she looks passed out on the floor of the Rising Stones. A familiar face is trying to shake her awake, looking more panicked.]


Tala? Hey, Tala! What's happening?!

[Mira then sticks her face back into the water, hoping to get an answer but there is none.]


Interstellar Action (G)

[If you are wondering about the mess of limbs and armor in one corner of the bed, it's just Mira. Sleep is about the only thing she can do now and if someone will try to move over, she will extend her arm out quickly.]

Be careful, that's my sword you're about to sit on. Let me move it first.

[Wow, that's rather polite of her as she proceeds to move the long katana-like weapon off the mattress.]

I don't take up much room so if you need to stay here, I don't mind sharing.


Wildcard

[Got any other ideas? Wanna explore the planet? Hit me up with a comment!]
Edited 2019-03-01 04:09 (UTC)
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damien lavey | monster prom

[personal profile] flamingfuck 2019-03-01 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
I. LISA FRANK AINT GOT SHIT ON THIS UNICORN

[doing hard drugs and falling into a hallucinatory trance for several days on end is literally nothing damien has never done before. that's how he tracks what month it is, after all. january? time to eat some shrooms and try to come with some kind of new color for his makeup pallet. may? time to drop some lsd and run around with the werewolves for a couple days. october? that's when the REAL fun begins.

anyway, the point is, walking around wherever the fuck he is, tripping out to a surrounding ensconced in The Color Purple and about a million-bajillion crystals, it's not that strange to him. okay, the waking up in an unknown land, far (very far) from home, and no idea how he got there, that shook him up a bit. like screaming fuck and racing around like a chicken with his head cut off shook up. he thinks there was some kind of mosquito following him around.

doesn't matter now. damien's never had a bad trip and he's not about to sully his record just because of some world hopping. so he minds his own business, does some exploring, stares at a crystal or two for about twenty minutes straight with minimal blinking. that's when the unicorn swoops in. except, you know, it doesn't look like a unicorn so much as some kind of technicolor, dream coat that may or may not resemble the shape of some kind of dragon.

damien is very enamored by it, until he's not. he's got it in his head that the floating freakshow of a rainbow animal told him to eat a dick and he'll gladly scream about it at the top of his lungs until someone helps him hunt it down. your move, random passerby.]


HEY!! ANYONE SEE A FLYING ANIMAL THAT LOOKS LIKE A RAVE GONE WRONG?

II. INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE MORE LIKE YOUR MOM ACTION FORCE GOTTEM

[honestly, if this is what's in store for the nightmare he's managed to bumble into, damiem would rather be stumbling around (on a moon) high as a kite. not like he really needs to eat or sleep or drink or really anything to keep himself alive.

though he likes to.

first he had to deal with the mixed reception, then the shitty ride with, well, all the other idiots in his predicament. now? now it's the scientists, putting their fingers and instruments where they didn't belong. although they could belong, if these nerds just took him to dinner first.]


Goddamn, not even foreplay before we get right into the hardcore section of porn hub, huh? HEY! Don't go anywhere near my dick!

[even though he's the one who voluntarily got undressed when they asked. in his defense, he wasn't expecting them to break out the sounding rods (or whatever those instruments are) when they've been so eerily friendly.]

Now I know why you guys asked if I fuck a lot.

III. WILDCARD BREHS

(come at me)
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tyzias entykk | hiveswap friendsim

[personal profile] keeponpissing 2019-03-01 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
LISA FRANK'S LSD FUNHOUSE: B

[Faced with a large white mythical looking animal, Tyzias picks up her weary pace with some relief -- she's assuming it's got a kid around here somewhere, which means maybe someone who knows where on Alternia exactly she is.

The closer she gets, though, the less confident she feels in this assessment. There definitely doesn't seem to be any sign of anyone else around here, and an unaccompanied lusus is bad news. And when it notices her approaching, it lowers its horn and charges.

She swears under her breath and flees.

Tyzias isn't very athletically adept, though -- or used to fleeing, for that matter, despite her inhospitable home planet -- and she keeps looking over her shoulder and stumbling as she tries to hold onto the mug and textbook she has clutched to her chest. She's wearing sandals, so that probably doesn't help. Either way, she's about to run into you. Maybe if you're both lucky the pegasus isn't still after her.]




CAMP NOWHERE: E

[When you make your way into the crystal cavern, there's a scruffy grey person crouched over the cooler, peering at its contents with bleary eyes. She turns those bleary eyes on you when she notices you're there, and blinks a few times before holding up one of the baggies.]

Look at this shit. "Edible". [She wobbles it a little for emphasis.] Haha. You know I'm almost hungry enough I want to think this isn't some kind of really dumb trap.
Edited 2019-03-01 04:04 (UTC)
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Neliris of the Black Harvest | World of Warcraft (OC)

[personal profile] drfeargood 2019-03-01 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Prompt: G]

Can you not simply sleep on the floor instead?

[He huffs in exasperation at the argument at hand. Clearly the bunk beds were made for a slightly smaller race. Standing a few inches over seven feet meant if he wanted to keep his feet on the bed he was going to have to curl up a bit, and that would lead to direct physical contact with some stranger, and that was completely unacceptable.

Also he really just wanted the bed to himself in general. The floor was a perfectly acceptable sacrifice someone else could make on his behalf.
]

[Prompt: I]

[The first mistake that was made upon his arrival was allowing him to wind up in the wilderness for an uncertain amount of time, the second mistake they made was allowing him to take a shower after the fact while others were still waiting behind him. He'd been in that bathroom an hour already, and the last person that dared disturb him was met with an assortment of curses and a ball of felfire.

He does finally emerge from the bathroom, however he's obviously far from finished his preening ritual. His hair remains wet, and he's only wearing a layer or two of his gaudy and pretentious robe ensemble, the bathroom was clearly not suited for his nexts tasks.
]

Ugh finally, I was wondering when, they've finally brought in help. Here, hold these.

[And with that he dumps his belongings in the stranger's arms and gets ready to walk off assuming the stranger would follow.]

[Wildcard!]

[Nel would spend the next few days traversing the city, trying to elf-ify his lodgings to satisfactory levels, and arguing with the locals in hopes of getting them to pay him better because he has no desire to touch any of you people.]
Edited 2019-03-01 04:06 (UTC)
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Inquisitor Lavellan | Dragon Age | Post-Trespasser

[personal profile] samahl 2019-03-01 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
▶ LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE - A - The Mark of the Enchanter

He had woken up that day with plans to test out the new crossbow attachment for his arm. He had not been expecting to end up in this strange place instead. He wondered if he was going mad, or if this was the influence of some unwelcome demon. He was no mage, they shouldn't be able to haunt his dreams, but with the Dread Wolf's magic still slowly killing him who knew what would happen to his mind? His arm may be gone, but that magic still touched him.

The sting had been a surprise when he first felt it, and then the mark had appeared on the skin of his remaining arm. "Ah, I see, instead of possession, I'll suffer through an insect's venom. I'm not sure which is worse...."

Then he heard a familiar voice respond. The sound of it both terrifying and comforting. Had Solas's voice always made him feel that way? He couldn't make out what the ancient mage was saying, but he knew that tone, he knew the sound of that voice.

"Solas?" he called. Then he could swear he saw the figure of him in the shining gold armor ahead on a colorful hill. "Solas! Wait!" And he hurried to rush after a man who wasn't really there, unaware of any danger around him. The hallucination showed him the person he wanted to find the most so of course he would run towards it.

▶ CAMP NOWHERE - E

It's sometime later that he's managed to find the package of items marked 'edible.' He tilts his head as he examines it.

"Well, this isn't suspicious at all." He had hallucinated enough already. He wasn't sure he wanted to risk it with something unusual, but he needed to eat. Starvation wasn't the way he wanted to go out.

▶ INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE - H/G

He had been relieved to see people, though they had devices that made no sense to him. Still, he answered the questions honestly. He had nothing to be ashamed of.

Then they had broadcast those details around, and he had only grinned and seemed amused. Almost boastful. Getting undressed at been the same. "Try not to be too distracted by my beauty," he had teased.

Then he was free to roam and encountered a shower that seemed entirely too surreal. Everything about this place felt like a dream. The technology here unfamiliar and unusual. He wanted to examine everything.

Right now, he was distracted by a light switch. "How does this work, though?"
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ventus | kingdom hearts

[personal profile] callmeven 2019-03-01 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ a - lisa frank's fun house (c) ]

[this was far too strange to be a dream, he thinks. after all he's had plenty of those, some better than others, and none of them ever came close to this. whatever... this was.

maybe he'd been transported to a new world somehow? yet this line of reasoning fell short when upon using his keyblade to open a portal failed completely. instead he just looked and felt a little foolish standing there in the midst of nowhere waving his keyblade around trying to do something.

he'd been walking for awhile when he finally comes across a small body of water that looks too inviting not to approach. he was starting to feel thirsty and if he was to continue on - towards answers, he hoped - then he'd do well to stop and take a small break.

only, looking down at the water he's presented with a moving scene of aqua and terra holding his unnervingly still body. no words come through the surface, but as ventus moves closer to the edge he can see terra's and aqua's lips moving as she shakes at his body -

wake up, wake up ven-

as he watches them a terribly sickening dread curls tightly around his heart. ven leans over and starts to scream,]


T-Terra? Aqua? Please- Please-!

[ b - interstellar action (g) ]

[he can't get the scent of something sweet out of his nose and he's sure it'll drive him up the wall sooner rather than later. after being picked up from the wasteland he'd been wandering for... some time, and with the promise of better answers and a shelter ventus didn't think twice about boarding the transport vehicle.

but now sitting on the only bunk bed left not completely taken up by other arrivals that also just happens to sit next to a vent spewing that sweet smell makes him reconsider his choices. just a little bit. he tries to take small sips from the drink he'd been given earlier, but it doesn't seem to help the mild dizziness he was feeling now.]
I wish we could open a window or something...

[ c - wildcard??? ]

[lets go explore the city, maybe change under the full moon - ventus with bunny ears anyone??? / also good for kh3 spoilers too!]
Edited 2019-03-01 04:24 (UTC)
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Vanitas | Kingdom Hearts | ota

[personal profile] darkcharge 2019-03-01 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
(( ooc: from the end of KH3 here so spoilers might be possible ))

✘ LSD Funhouse: C ✘

[ It's not so surprising to Vanitas to find himself somewhere entirely different from where he had been previously. Given the circumstances of his parting from the Badlands, it's a fairly logical conclusion to him that he's simply managed to re-emerge here. Granted there had always been a chance of that happening after the final battle anyway but Vanitas is a bit special himself. A little bit of time and a little bit of negative emotions can go a long way to restoring himself to his former glory and strength.

Or so he thinks. Immediately upon attempting to leave, Vanitas realizes that his abilities are being hindered. There is no corridor of darkness forming when he wills it and thus making leaving his world impossible. That means he has to travel the rest of the way on foot. It's irritating in an entirely different way and the only motivation he has to push on is to find out who or what is responsible for that. Then maybe it can be undone and he can leave.

The aches in his body are easily ignored as he trudges on. Vanitas only stops when he comes across the pond. It's now that he realizes that he's thirsty and Vanitas considers taking off his helmet long enough to get a drink. Then he can move on. However, there's something dancing across the surface of the water.

Then he just starts laughing. Hard. ]



✘ Interstellar Action Force: G ✘

[ Honestly Vanitas hadn't meant to interact with the group arriving at all. There's already too many people in the vicinity and he's feeling a bit overcrowded. As it is, the reason he lingers is to hopefully get some sort of answer from these people that seem to be expecting them. Somewhat.

Though that rapidly changes the moment that they start asking questions. Vanitas' irritation levels immediately begin to rise. At first it's easy to ignore. His helmet makes it pretty easy to make it seem like he just doesn't realize that anyone is trying to get his attention. Then they start grabbing at him. Touching him. It's enough to make him slap away at their hands, snarling. ]


Back off!

[ It doesn't really work, since someone's already ripped his helmet off. That action alone has Vanitas drawing his weapon while his own darkness starts to gather around him. He's ready to lash out. What he isn't prepared for is the sudden attack from behind. Vanitas stumbles, darkness evaporating and weapon disappearing entirely.

Pity whoever gets stuck with him on the trip. ]



✘ Interstellar Action Force: I ✘

[ Suffice to say, Vanitas is not in a good mood at all. At least the locals are now keeping away from him and that suits him just fine. In fact, everyone should probably keep their distance. He's sort of pacing around like a caged tiger ready to strike at anyone that says something stupid to his face. ]


✘ Wildcard ✘

[ Hit me with whatever. ]
Edited 2019-03-01 04:28 (UTC)
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Samus Aran | Metroid | OTA

[personal profile] raisedbybirds 2019-03-01 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House | A ⬤ mark of qwop ₪
[There's something awfully inconvenient about how a crystalline mosquito is able to somehow penetrate some otherwise impermeable part of her suit of armor, and for said suit of armor to completely conceal the strange runes forming on her skin that might otherwise give Samus some graceful warning of what's to come. Inconvenient or great for a prompt--who cares, someone shout timber.

Nothing is graceful about how two-hundred-some pounds of space armor falls to the ground with a solidly heavy and loud clunk. Inside, the visor belatedly warns her of the sudden apparent paralysis of nearly all her limbs. No shit she hisses in her suit, thankful her mouth still seems to work. Few things worse than to greet a strange new alien world than face-first, and she takes resolve only in the fact she's been through worse. She struggles to move. She morph balls successfully, but can't roll. That's out. One arm does work. She can work with that.

With a mighty swing of her arm and steadfast determination, she digs her gauntlet covered fingers into the iridescent tiny crystals littering the ground and drags herself, inch by inch. Every single crystal and rock under her crunches and scrapes obnoxiously, just shy of nails on a chalkboard. She really hopes that'll buff out later. On the bright side, she's leaving just as much of a mark on the moon itself; a long flat trail bulldozed in her wake, a road paved to is-that-an-orange-robot-crawling hell.]


Camp Nowhere | D ⬤ it would be a shame if someone ruined this comm unit
[After that nonsense resolved (and now that the entire front half of her suit is caked with pleasantly sparkly crystal bits and scratches) she's taken to exploring as she naturally would. Caverns in particular are inviting, especially now that her suit works as normal which includes her visors that let her quickly pick out things that don't seem to belong here naturally. If anyone was interested in that comm device, too bad. She gently inspects it and starts tapping away at the buttons, giving the music the barest of her consideration. If anyone's particularly perceptive she manages to quickly get the unit to go into a DOS-esque mode, which might be doubly impressive considering she's doing it all with basically one hand. Seemingly unsatisfied with that, a small tool comes out of the business end of her arm cannon to effectively serve as a second hand as she starts to dismantle what might have been the only long-distance communication device available for now. Piece by tiny delicate piece. She's an expert, she totally knows what she's doing.]

Interstellar Action Force Assemble | H ⬤ no one needed to know that like ever
[Frankly Samus is glad to be heading towards a civilization that will kindly explain the whys and hows she's suddenly here, seeming to mind little that she is actually here. With any new arrival the scientists take rapt interest in her, and the moment they start prompting her for exam and tests Samus starts to get visibly cagey, backing away and holding her hand on her arm canon as if to threaten to point it. She doesn't, but, the threat of the threat is there. This is an old uncomfortable hat for her. Mostly she uses her intimidating size to keep most of the curious scientists at bay. One however cleverly distracts her with questions while another comes from behind and quickly scans her with some kind of light gun.

Fascinating! I'm detecting traces of beta keratin arranged in pattern with feathered barbules here and here! Lady scientist shouts. Another rushes over to look at the light gun's read-outs.

Feathered? You mean feathers?

Yes yes! Pubes made of feathers!
She says that a little too loudly and excitedly.

In the next moment Samus leans over with a deceptive calm and crushes the light gun in her hand. Easily. Definitely a calculated overreaction. The scientists gasp and, to her surprise, seem excited by that too. They start rambling and theorizing about her strength while another, wiser, more conservative scientist in the background slinks towards a Moon Phone and calls up the Moon Knights before Samus destroys anything else.

This is all a little too embarrassing so she's going to leave. Immediately. She's just walking right out that door without a word. NOBODY CAN PROVE ANYTHING NOW.]


Wildcard
[[[you wanna wildcard LET'S WILDCARD. Places of interest to Samus would be the Moon Knights Headquarters on level 1 and the Greatmoon Groves on level 2, particularly the petting zoo because she can appreciate anyone who saves the animals and not the frames.]]
Edited 2019-03-01 16:23 (UTC)
fistsofchange: (I don't know what that means)

Bai Lin | OC

[personal profile] fistsofchange 2019-03-01 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[BAI LIN is a warrior monk from a post apocalyptic 22nd century China that is simultaneously a tribute to Fist of the North Star and Mad Max. She's optimistic, friendly, curious, and can punch a hole through a stone wall with her bare hands if she feels the need.]

LISA FRANK'S LSD FUNHOUSE. A.

Lin, a medium height Chinese woman with red hair who was absolutely FILTHY from dirt, dust, and even blood, limp along the prismatic plains of the moon, understanding nothing beyond that she needed to find shelter soon. Somewhere to rest. Fresh water. Food would be nice.

She reflexively slapped at her cheek, then muttered something about mosquitos as she looked at the strange bug smeared against her palm.

After a moment, the entire world got swimmy. The land seemed to pulse with a music only she could hear as the stars above started glowing every color of the rainbow and some colors she had never seen before. That was...probably not normal. But it didn't change her situation. Lin trudged onwards towards the horizon.

At least, that's what she thought she was doing. In reality, she was now trudging in a circle about 10 feet across. Someone please shake her out of it.

CAMP NOWHERE. E.

Lin sat with her back to the wall of the cave and...maybe not EAGERLY, but certainly without much hesitation, she reached into one of the edible bags and ate a handful of the powder within. There was nothing ELSE to eat up here other than bloodthirsty birdhorses and each other, and she certainly wasn't ready to try either of those yet, so...someone had to do it. If it made her sick, everyone else would know, at least.

She chewed with a thoughtful look on her face.

"...Not bad? It doesn't really taste like much but I don't feel like I'm gonna puke up my guts, at least. I actually feel a lot better already, in fact!"

INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE. G.

Lin, now watered and bandaged up, considered her situation. Whoever these people were, they had water and fuel to spare, not to mention vehicles that were in better shape than any she had ever seen before. They didn't FEEL like they were out to hurt her, and she usually trusted her gut. Maybe she could just rest for a while.

It wasn't long after she noticed the sweet smell wafting into her tiny bunk that her new roommate (you) opened the door. Her voice, as she greeted the newcomer, was sleepy or possibly a bit drunk.

"Hi! I'm almost positive we haven't been captured by cannibals. Isn't that good news?"
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Patchouli Knowledge | Touhou Project | Cordis, OTA

[personal profile] heptagram 2019-03-01 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
C
[Her wake-up was disastrous... why she expected the journey to be any less so she could not say. Her throat felt so dry -- dry beyond her imagining. Could anything quench her? She wondered exactly how long she'd been locked up in that giant piece of crystal. It felt like no time whatsoever had passed. Then again, she was in... some kind of stasis, she supposed...? So that seemed less unusual.

In her state, though, it was perhaps natural that she was going to do something extremely silly eventually. She took a drink of the water-like substance, and while it briefly reduced her thirst, within moments, there was almost a more pressing matter at hand.]


Remi?

[Is the vision she sees before her trying to wake her? She can't really tell. It seems like it, though. Of course, it doesn't seem to be working. As far as Patchouli understands, Gensokyo has something basically like an afterlife, but... not exactly, and decidedly not like this.

This is just frustrating, really. Or so she thinks for about a second before her tune changes radically.]


I don't know what's wrong and I'm scared. [Well, that's a new one. Then again, she has no information of what is going on here. At all. It makes absolutely no sense. She has some very human sensibilities regarding some things, even fear of the unknown. Then again, for her, "unknown" is not a lot. "Not experienced," sure, but "unknown"?

This, however, properly is. And she does not like it.]

E
[Okay, so all of this surprises her, for one big reason: she has seen no signs of life that aren't angry flying horses who probably can't use many tools. So she focuses on the most important part of this first.]

Are there human-like creatures in this place? [Oh, wait.

She finally has a look inside the kind of cooler-like device. "Edible." Oh, uh, that was useful.]
I guess they wasted all the creativity on the technology. [Still a wise-ass even in her state.]

Should we? Maybe we should have an escape plan in case whoever owns this comes back.

H
Look, I'm sure that information doesn't need to be read out loud, right? [Height. Weight. Age. All in unknown units. But still, not worth reading out, right? "Still smells oddly of dust." Okay, that's just unnecessary. She probably still smells of the library, sure. They start to speak of sexual history.] I said everyone can hear you!

[Obviously, they pay her no mind. At least they don't seem upset when she shakes her head at whoever is trying to get her to undress. Hell no she isn't doing that. Haven't you invaded her privacy enough?

Of course not, but you didn't hear it from me. The other parts start getting her attention. "Chroma"? "New moon species"? Fascinating but kind of meaningless to her right now.

She turns to the person next to her.]
We're not going to get explanations for any of this, are we?

WILDCARD

[Hey, I'm open to whatever. Odds are she will find the Lunar Scientia HQ and spend a lot of time there, very likely enjoying a fairly large coffee. One or more. But you might be able to find her elsewhere!]
Edited 2019-03-01 04:46 (UTC)
moonfang: (additional madness)

Zangetsu (hollow) | Bleach | Sanguis

[personal profile] moonfang 2019-03-01 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
LISA FRANK’S LSD FUNHOUSE: So hungry I could eat a—
[Hunger isn’t anything new to Zangetsu. He is part Hollow, after all. But usually, Ichigo’s almost infinite spiritual energy keeps him sated. He can still feel their connection, somewhere across the universe, but it’s so weak… And definitely not enough to keep him going. It doesn’t look like there are any Hollows to hunt in this technicolor wasteland, and not a McDonalds in sight… but hey.

That horse with wings looks pretty tasty.

So, if you’re lucky, you may be witness to an amazing battle of predator and prey!

… or, rather, the epic fail of a young man clad completely in white, running after a pegasus with a sword as tall as he is over his head.

When he spots another person, he’ll call out;
]

OI!! DON’T JUST STAND THERE CATCHIN’ FLIES! GIMME A HAND!

CAMP NOWHERE: What does this thing do?
[Well, Zangetsu has already discovered the rations. They’re boring as shit, but he’s torn through about seven packets before finally feeling sort of full.

But the use of this object doesn’t seem as obvious. He holds it in his hands, tilting his head. What was with the little emojis? Why is it vibrating?
]

What is this thing? Why would a flashlight need ta vibrate?

INTERSTELLER ACTION FORCE: tmi
[Zangetsu is somewhat bleary as he gets moved into the dome, having been tranquilized for not… exactly… participating. But it seems like these people are harmless, if annoying. He’ll have to cooperate if he wants to get back home.

He keeps his hands in the pockets of his hakama as the scientists do their job. But his cheeks flush bright blue as they say everything aloud!
]

What a specimen! Almost six feet tall and 145 pounds, all lean muscle! What age would you think? 17? 18?” “Yeah. He has a weird smell to him, too. What is that? Metal? Blood? And — oh!! Look! He’s a virgin!!

[face. so. blue.]

G-geez… just tell everyone why dontcha.

WILDCARD
[Something else? Hit me up! I’m on plurk at [plurk.com profile] DrFishbone and Discord at Fishbone#3416]
songbird_slayer: (Default)

Madhuri | OC | OTA (Cordis Blessing)

[personal profile] songbird_slayer 2019-03-01 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[1. Lisa Frank (A)- Sinner]

It was another bad jump, it seemed. She had to stop having those, but trans-dimensional hops always had a level of chaos to them that she enjoyed more than anything else. But when she pushed herself upright, ignoring the scratches and her mildly bleeding hands, the tiefling was far more interested in where within the Prime Material Plane she'd ended up.

She swatted away an annoying bug as she moved quickly over the purple dust and crystal, heels crunching the material underfoot. Seems she'd jumped somewhere too far from civilization. No problem! She just needed to find some breath of life other than her own. The thought had her heart racing in her chest, a triangular mark quietly burning a mark in her skin to join countless others that had begun etching into her skin and scales.

"Oh... OH! You! Yes, you over there! Surely you're not some form of mirage!" One hand upon her feathered cap, the other was raised high above her head, waving frantically. There was someone, right there! Let's put our friendly face on and see about where she'd spend the next fortnight before she may require another portal out...

"I promise free room and board at the nearest inn if you'd only hold your horses and tell me where I am!"


[2. Camp Nowhere (E/F)]

"Erm... no, dear, it's all yours. I think I'm alright. Let me see what else is here."

What is this powdered nonsense and how would anyone be alright consuming it!? Still, perhaps with some bone broth created... somehow, she may mash it together into some sort of food-like shape later. For now, she was glad to be free of the odd marks on her body and the endless wastelands.

Nestled among stray bits of rubbish, a bit of this and that, was an odd silver object. Curious enough, the tiefling hunkered down to turn it over with a piece of crystal. Then her eyes flew open. Then, she burst out laughing.

"HAH! HAhaha... my, my... someone's forgotten sword! Some poor fella ain't slayin' the dragon any time soon."


[3. Interstellar Action Force (H/I)]

She worked the comb through her hair, seated comfortably in freshly-laundered clothing. She'd been poked and prodded enough, samples of all types taken, but for what reason wasn't immediately known. The researchers seemed excited when it came to somehow prodding into her sexual history... usually, there were jokes when it came to the boldness of bards.

The times, they were a-changin'.

But as she finished working her hair back into place, she couldn't help looking out toward others who were seated, waiting for something. Anything. Answers. But despite the harrowing trip they'd been on, and this odd, comfortable pause after showers, warm (REAL) food it seemed that everyone around her had grown a bit older: The lines of worry, of stress had deepened on their faces.

Guess it was time to try and lighten the mood.

"WELL! I'm a bard and I'm bored. Would anyone mind telling me a story and a fun fact about ourselves, preferably before the camera pans away and it turns out we were in a snow globe the entire time?"
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Klaus Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy

[personal profile] highondeath 2019-03-01 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
a. enchanter.

You little son of a bitch...

[Klaus watches the mosquito fly away from his arm and immediately swats at it out of spite. Missing completely, the next step is to look for something larger he might be able to squash it with. Sadly, he's all out of newspapers. He should have kept that one with the apocalypse headline. You never know when there'll be bugs to destroy.

It's so small that he soon loses track, and finally he has to focus on his surroundings instead. He stares, eyes slowly crossing over his chest as he does.]


...Shit. [His gaze travels down to his arm, where it seems a new tattoo has joined the others.] I'm high as a fucking kite.

[And it's not even the good sort of high. It doesn't even feel good. What had he been doing last? Everyone had been in a circle and then Five...]

Five? Ben? [He turns around in a full circle but sees no one. So he keeps turning. On the second time around he finds himself looking at a familiar face, but one he never expected to see again.] Oh.

[He's staring at Five's mannequin girlfriend, except that she actually has legs and is wearing his mother's dress. She smiles at him and says nothing.]

Hey, Dolores. Have you seen Ben? I'm sure he's royally pissed at me, but I promise this isn't my fault. I think.

d.

[Tapping the phone in irritation, Klaus then turns the device over in his hands, looking for some way to shut it off. He figures it should work like any basic smartphone. Not that he's ever owned a smartphone for very long. Anything like that ended up as pawn shop fodder for drug money. Still, it shouldn't take a genius to work one. Parents handed these things off to their kids and they didn't have any trouble.

But he can't get the girls to quit singing.

Annoyed, he hands the item over his shoulder to whoever else is with him.]
Can you make them stop? This has been on repeat for half an hour.

h.

[Klaus doesn't have much shame when it comes to his body, so when asked if he'd undress he does so immediately - more for the reaction than anything else. He watches with mild fascination as everyone moves about and is sure to provide his own commentary.]

Mmm... no. Close. Try again. [Is the response they get as they discuss his supposed level of sexual activity, which causes one of them to laugh and attempt another guess before they're dragged away to discuss something else.

Anyone else in the room gets a grin and a wink as he remains standing bare long after it's necessary.]


Being called a whole new species is probably the best reaction I've ever gotten from dropping my pants. How about you?

wildcard.

[He sits out in the middle of a small, flowering field, eyes turned upward as the sun goes down. He'd had to get out of the house. It had become too stifling as the afternoon wore on. His fingers are twitchy, and he chews on the end of one fingernail in distracted aggravation.

This is different from any withdrawal he's gone through in the past. It's as if he needs something he's never even had before. The problem is he doesn't know what that something is, and that only serves to make things worse.

Unbeknownst to him, the tips of his ears have elongated slightly, fur slowly growing along the back of them. His teeth sharpen and he ignores it as he bites one nail down far enough to draw blood.]
Edited 2019-03-01 05:22 (UTC)
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Fenris | Dragon Age

[personal profile] somethingsharp 2019-03-01 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Lisa Frank [ A: Mark of the Enchanter ]

If the extreme saturation of the landscape isn't eerie enough, the crystalline shards had put him immediately on edge. The strange prickling seemed to creep into his skin, tingling faintly along the lines of Lyrium in a strange sensation quite unlike anything he's ever felt before. It both does and doesn't feel like magic, but it feels enough like it that it makes his skin crawl, enough to begin a dull, sickening twist in his stomach.

Perhaps he's dreaming, or - worse - perhaps he's somehow been trapped in the Fade, although even more alarming, Fenris can't remember at all how he might have gotten here. The Fade could wrap itself around different realities, shaped by the minds of those around it. Perhaps all he needed to do was to find whoever was conjuring such a disturbing place and deal with them, one way or another...

But the dryness in his throat doesn't seem to fit. The terrible longing for thirst and the ravenous hunger that's overcome his discomfort of the thought of magic becomes worse the more he wanders.

A sharp prick on his arm draws his attention, and then another. He hisses, only just catching the flicker of a crystalline insect as it buzzes away from his skin. Fenris rubs irritably at the spot, not noticing the mark that follows, raised and foreign.

He trudges on a few more paces before the whispers begin in his ear. Low, almost too distant to notice at first, but soon enough they grow louder, louder until it's clear enough for him to make out the words. A voice, laced with a familiar lascivious cruelty purrs seemingly from just at his back-

"Well well, if it isn't my little Fenris..."

The marks in his skin blaze to life, a shimmering, white-hot blue flashing as he whirls. Muscle memory has the greatsword pulled from his back nearly effortlessly in a sweeping arch, ready to cut through the man he'd heard-

A flash of a face, dark eyes and a twisted grin, and then...nothing.

There's nothing and no one there. Fenris swallows thickly, heart beating fast and thick in his throat. He looks around wildly, knuckles white.

"How little you know, my pet." The voice coos, multiplies, echoes in unison, and he stares in disbelief as multiple figures of Danarius encircle him, slowly stepping closer and closer.

"You're dead..." he hisses, eyes narrowing, shoulders tense as he adjusts his grip on the hilt. Then, lightning fast, he launches himself at the nearest shadow of his former master.

"But I will gladly kill you again, as many times as it takes-!"




[ Action Force: G ]

It's all too much for him to comprehend at once. His wariness had given way to aggressiveness as the people who had found him begin to come to close, to prod and touch and invade, clear in their intent to take whatever they want from him, to treat him as an object of study without his consent.

No. Not again. Never again--

Fenris doesn't even get the chance to fight for his freedom this time. A sudden shock at the back of his neck sends a cold, creeping sensation down his spine. The sword clatters to the ground seconds before he collapses, a promise of death and pain in his eyes before darkness overtakes him.

He wakes an indeterminable amount of time later - hours, at least, stripped of armor and weapons, but noticeably unbound. The bunk is narrow, even for his slim frame, but even moreso given that another body occupies it with him. Still sluggish from the effects of the drug, it takes him a few moments to shift away from his bedmate, struggling to sit up to get a look through blurred vision. A cloying, sweet smell becomes nearly too much after a few breaths, doing little for the pounding headache.

"Where...am I?"



[ Wildcard ]

Surprise me~
Edited 2019-03-01 05:28 (UTC)

Jakob | Fire Emblem Fates

[personal profile] tea_and_murder 2019-03-01 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[[ OOC: If you wish to CRAU with Jakob, let me know if you came from Duplicity/[community profile] duplicitylog ]]

[LSD FUN HOUSE]

[A & C]

[It was not exactly the place Jakob wishes he was at right now. But most people around here seemed to share that sentiment already. So he knows he's no special case.

He tried not to think much of the crystalline insects buzzing around. He even would try to swat some away with a wave of a hand that was covered in a black gauntlet as he muttered his annoyances.

It was when there was a sting and eventually feeling no feeling in his left left that left Jakob stumbling near a pond that he was walking by. As he tried to get himself up with only leg working, he had looked into the lake and stopped in place at what he saw. Felicia. Flora. Gunter. ...Lord Corrin. All of them looking over what seems to be himself unresponsive.

A hand over his mouth to cover his gasp. Dear heavens... Milord.

When he arrived at that town with the assigned roles... He didn't recall being in such a state before he got there. But arriving here... What happened?

Being left with more questions than answers, he gives a frustrated huff as he got up the best he could. But that results in stumbling into the nearest person that might've been nearby. Damn this... Damn it all...!!! ]


[Camp Nowhere: E]

[ Just.... Going to hand this to the nearest person in a huff. Honestly. He'd rather hunt for something and cook the best this butler could over a fire and with whatever is available. ]

Perhaps you will need this more than I do.

[ ...Not that Jakob will admit he is hesitant to try it. Nope. No sir. ]


[INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE]

[G&I]
[ Well. Considering Jakob had been spirited away to a place that had assigned roles for the residents participating in a program, the butler wasn't going to take kindly to being taken somewhere to be examined. Again. So it was a given he'd be knocked out or force for trying to resist until he eventually couldn't.

But he had to say...

It felt different. It wasn't the most welcoming comfort. But anything was better than the last place, he supposed. Maybe it was the strong whiff of the moonshine fruit that was beginning to placate him slowly. But even if he was, he was less inclined to approach anyone willingly. Just observe people nearby to see if anyone was familiar or stood out to him.


[ Wildcard]

[ Feel free to hit me up on Discord @ Megohime#9061 or plurk @uminoballad if you'd like to thread something else! ]
Edited 2019-03-01 05:30 (UTC)
peacewithouttyranny: (Hmm?)

Soundwave | Transformers IDW | OTA

[personal profile] peacewithouttyranny 2019-03-01 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: Taken from after the end of the IDW run; spoilers abound.]

A

[A crystal barren wasteland. Charming. If he ever once thought of what the afterspark looks like, this does it. Only less glittery. Soundwave shows no sign of discomfort as he scans his new surrounding, paying no mind to the prickly sensations along his metallic body and the crystalline bug stings as well. Not that anyone would be able to see his expression hidden under the faceplate and visor.

Even after death, he won't be sitting idly as it is not in his nature to. An unknown place means to explore and gather information.

Well. It was at that exact moment that the rune blooms on his body. His legs had completely given up on him when he tries to stand. No matter how much he wills them to move, he can only sit and do nothing, feeling like his very own body is a prison. He has only one word to describe this predicament.]


Inconvenient.

[Hopefully someone would soon spot a nearly 30 feet tall giant robot and help out?]

A2

[Maybe his real body can't move right now, but at least the holomatter avatar can. He hadn't expected it to work well here considering he barely uses his holomatter generator. It might be a waste of energy using it, but he's dead. What does it matter really? The avatar's frame is much, much smaller than him, the size of an average human teenager, but it'll do to travel across the wasteland in the meantime.

He doesn't seek for any companion, but it brings a sense of relief seeing another being around here. Whether it's a human, mech, or whatever you are. Making sure his voice is appropriately changed, the "young girl" approaches you]


Pardon me. Do you know where we are? [...] Is this the afterspa- I mean, the afterlife?

["She" asks indifferently.]

E (Feel free to mix it in with D/F)

[The cavern seems worth exploring inside, but the entrance isn't big enough for a Cybertronian to enter. Maybe it was a good idea to keep using his avatar.

With that, he explores the inside of the cavern until he comes across bags of what he assumes to be food inside. He grabs one, examining it at all sides. "Edible". Hm, well certainly not edible for him in any way. Certainly edible for the organics, he'd think. He grabs a couple more of the bag as his little human form could carry in his arms and wanders off to find the first human/humanoid/organic being he comes across.]


Take these. Perhaps you could use these for rations.

[Don't mind the "little girl" not taking one. Not like she could eat them.]

I

[Honestly. He would've thought that sacrificing himself to save the universe would at least lift off his burdens and be forever done with living. He's not quite sure why he's alive again or if there's ever a need for him here. Maybe a second chance? Well... Whatever. Add that and a bunch of wholly inappropriate and invasive questions afterward, he's not at the best of moods. He's sitting somewhere with enough space to accommodate for his size in the city. The locals are now at least giving him his space now.

But... he's still a giant robot. It's probably hard for some people to take their eyes off of him.]
Edited 2019-03-01 05:38 (UTC)
bloodisthicker: in your dreams, tarrlok... (my best lord vetinari impression)

Tarrlok | Avatar: Legend of Korra

[personal profile] bloodisthicker 2019-03-01 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE: A

[Well, that's not where Tarrlok expected to wake up today, particularly given that he was no longer in his twenties and waking up feeling this awful was something that hadn't happened in a long, long time. He pulls himself up and...]

...you'd think I would've noticed if I just fell into the Spirit World...

[He pats himself down (and then swats a mosquito) to see if everything he had on him when he sat down to do some paperwork is on him, which... well, that all seems in order. He kind of winces looking at the flask of water he has on him, because he's thirsty but what if he needs it... and you know, he might, all things considered. There are a lot of people who are just... here?

...

It's probably better to start checking on people, because He Is a Good Leader Who Needs the People's Trust (For the Sake of Power), especially if he wants to learn what's actually going on here. So he'll just go ahead and... wait, he can't actually step forward because his legs aren't moving.]


...oh, that's exactly what I needed.

INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE: H

[Well, okay. This is both less concerning than he was hoping and more concerning than he was hoping, considering none of the apparent residents of this place had heard of, well, any city or nation he could name. Which was a bit discouraging, but he wasn't actually going to show that, because seriously, who does that? Losers, that's who.

So after taking a drink and... trying to get somewhere with reasonably fresh air, because that fruity smell would not be unpleasant if there wasn't so much of it, he's going to try and strike up some conversation.]


Well, this isn't an ideal situation, but I feel like cooperation is key here. I think it'd be best to discuss what we know so we can form a more coherent plan of action from here.
demondaysareover: (amused)

Noodle | Gorillaz Band | OTA gen, F/F shippy

[personal profile] demondaysareover 2019-03-01 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
▶ A⬤RRIVAL

Noodle has, on more than one occasion, woke up from inside of a box not knowing quite where she was supposed to be. On at least one of those occasions, she was the one who shipped herself in said box. She didn't recall shipping herself this time, which didn't entirely rule out the idea that she did. More likely Murdoc had something to do with it. Less likely, this was entirely something new.

That last idea grew in likelihood the more alien she realized the environment was. She still had her guitar case, though. It was... yes. Actually filled with her guitar. She wasn't sure if she was happier that it was her guitar or disappointed that it wasn't a Tommy gun. She was also happy to find her trusty wakizashi, Stabby Friend, hiding in the lining of the case. She also found her phone (no signal and low battery) and her headphones.

She's feeling weak enough that she considers leaving the case behind, but not for very long. Hopefully that doesn't come back to bite her in the ass.


▶ What a F⬤IND

Noodle toys with the long pointed rod. "Pretty sure this is what they use this to check for prostate cancer."


▶ G⬤ETTING LOOPY

Noodle is no stranger to elicit substances, but she had yet to get this drunk just off of proximity. Her first instinct is that she's being gassed - Murdoc had pulled that one on her at least twice - and things almost got violent with one of the scientists running the ship before they could explain everything to her satisfaction.

Then, curious, she slipped into the cargo hold to check things out closer. Maybe not the smartest move, but YOLO.
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evellethine "lettie" dawnsinger | wow oc | ota

[personal profile] melodiousness 2019-03-01 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
▶ LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE; a, mark of the destroyer

What- [ The word burst out of Lettie's lips rather unexpectedly as she stumbled over the ground. She glanced down to make sure there was nothing there - a rock, perhaps? But no, the ground was free of rubble that might have caused her to trip. ]

I'm not clumsy! [ Another stumble as her feet just seemed to stop working. It didn't last for long; she managed to regain her balance before she actually hit the ground. But she did stop walking, standing there staring at the ground with a glare on her elven face. Bright green eyes looked decidedly annoyed. ] I am not! And stop trying to make me fall.

[ That said, she took another step, only to go tumbling to the ground, an angry grunt escaping her as she fell. ]


▶ CAMP NOWHERE; d; comm unit

Sorry but shh. [ The chipper beat filled the cavern as Lettie stopped the song and started it over again from the very beginning. ] I'm trying to learn the song.

[ They might be somewhere completely unfamiliar, but this was music. Of course, it might be coming from something she doesn't understand at all - "It's like a scrying orb, right?" - but again, music. Clearly, music was more important than the fact that she was hungry and still feeling the effects of the insect welts and just wanted to know what the hell was going on.

Eventually, the song ended. Rather than hitting replay, she hummed a few bars, looking around for someone to talk to. ]
That sounded close, didn't it? It's hard to completely recreate the song - I bet the goblins would have something to catch the entire song - but it's close. What do you think?


▶ INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE; h, let's get up close and personal

I'll answer any questions you need me to answer. [ Lettie grinned at group of scientists surrounding her. While it baffled her that so many were needed, it made little difference to her.

Except none of them seemed to respond to her, muttering among themselves. ]


Height: Five feet six inches.

Weight: One hundred twenty-six pounds.

Sexual activity: Six weeks prior to arrival.


[ Lettie sighed, swinging her legs, and did what she did best: talked. ]

Yeah, I'm a bit short among the elves, and I think I could stand to lose like five pounds, what do you think? And there is absolutely no need to discuss my dry spell, that is so rude! [ She glared at the team, who simply ignored her for another minute, muttering among themselves. When one of them turned to her, she raised one of her long eyebrows at him, listening to the request. ]

Oh, you want me to strip? Why of course.

[ The annoyance seemed to dissipate swiftly as she hopped down from the table she'd been sitting on to strip off her robes. This was easy, at least. ]


▶ WILDCARD; anything goes

[ Exploration, chatting, figuring out how to use those comms? I am open to anything in the other prompts, or anything else you want to throw at me. Will run with whatever, or if you want to discuss, shoot me a PM. ]

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Cyrus Crautz | Original Character | OTA

[personal profile] soulist 2019-03-01 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
( LSD Fun House; A - ₪ mark of destroyer )

[ He doesn't exactly know what's happening to him right now but as of being bitten his limbs, robotic or otherwise, have been feeling sluggish and unmovable. Cyrus will cough heavily as he tries to pick himself off the ground where he's fallen to one knee. His breathing raspy and labored as he looks for anyone to give him some aid. ] Do you mind...giving me a hand?

[ Says the half dead looking man who might just cough up some blood there and then?! Cyrus please... ]

( Camp Nowhere; F )

[ While the whole thing has been a fiasco to say the least, Cyrus is holding up pretty well. He's used to traveling through space and seeing strange and different lands. For him this was just another day. However it's unusual to find artifacts still in working condition like the instrument he's just uncovered within one of the caverns. He might look it over curiously trying to really see if it can possibly be dismantled or something gained from it. He'll cough with one hand covering his mouth as he sees the various emojis indicated on the thing. ] What the hell do you think this is?

[ He's so confused and yet...something about the object is off-putting if not embarrassing. Given it's shape he's kinda of thinking of what it might be and his face might flush as he just coughs again and puts it down. Right. More pressing matters to really attend to, huh? ]

( Wildcard; )

[ After all that nonsense is dealt with Cyrus is just glad to be on a planet he's never seen before. After all he's not used to seeing planets so...alive. He's going to wander around starting with Lunatia Square and making his way down level by level. But there's really too much to see in one day and so he'll be seen taking a break in the Greatmoon Groves, where he'll just simply opt to people watch as he takes in the fresh air. ]
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Kanji Tatsumi | Persona 4 Golden | OTA (Sanguis Blessing)

[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2019-03-01 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[1. Lisa Frank (B)]

He was really fucking hungry. But he was also pretty sure he didn't wanna wind up shitting what crystal shards didn't shred his insides first. He wasn't dumb enough to try it, neither. Yet there he was, leaving tracks in the purple dust, his breaths raspy from the dry air and debris.

He was on the hunt. Somehow, he smelled it in the air: Meat. Oddly, blood. It was enough to get his own blood pumping and his adrenaline high.

The hunt ended when he saw his quarry: A goddamn winged horse. A pegasus! Holy shit, he had to be dreaming, because those were in no way real. But he'd been fooled before, fooled into thinking he was dreaming. So Kanji opted for skepticism.

...Okay, skepticism and wonder.

"Whoa... whoa-whoa-whoa... easy... l-lemme pet you...!" This sucks. This was the first sign of some kind of food he'd seen for miles, but he was really not looking forward to catching and cooking a mythical creature.

Wait. If he could CATCH it, he could use it to fly somewhere! The pegasus had to eat, right? It had to go somewhere for grass, moonbeams, or dreams or whatever.

"Rgh, no, come back! I won't eat ya!"


[2. Camp Nowhere (E)]

Kanji Tatsumi was a lot of things. But one thing he wasn't was a goddamn coward. Most of the time. So when starving, faced with bags of something marked 'edible', common sense was quickly flying out the window.

"Screw it- gimme that! I got an iron stomach." So proud. He'd survived the girls' cooking back home! What was weird-ass powdered food? Maybe it tasted okay.

He tore open the top, and upended some of its contents into his scratched-up palm. He hissed when the powder hit the raw marks left in him by crystal shards (and scuffs from that bastard pegasus). But, again, he wouldn't let it get to him as he tipped his palm into his mouth.

He cringed. He may as well have eaten sand. The crunch was very easy to pick up on in all ears as he chewed away at the grit, his own saliva mingling with it yet doing absolutely nothing helpful.

"It'sh-" He coughed a cloud, and brought an arm over his mouth to stifle it as he'd aspirated the junk.

"It's got no taste...!"


[3. Interstellar Action Force (H)]

Thank god, civilization. Bunch of space weirdos, but he'll take a shower, take some actual food and another living, breathing being in any capacity after days struggling out in the wilds. He wondered how the hell he even managed out there... he was no city kid, but he had a pretty comfortable, albeit humble living out in the country.

Kanji couldn't help the clammy palms as he was asked to undress. He acquiesced, hoping that maybe they'd pick some leftover crystal splinters out of him or something. He was weighed, age noted, name and background... they were filing his info away somewhere, building a record. Maybe in some way, he'd ping in some database somewhere and the PSIA would snag him and get him the hell home. Yeah... that sounded not sane at all, but it was all he had.

"Carpet doesn't match the drapes. This one bleaches his hair chemically."

"Huh!?" Kanji sat upright as he bunched the exam gown over his crotch self-consciously.

"S-so what?"

"Just marking for the record, relax. Let's see... got any results on those estimates?"

"Unfortunate. Kid's a virgin, seems weirdly shy."

Kanji's color shot through the roof as he visibly bristled. "S-so I ain't done it yet, wh-what's it to you!? There a deadline, assholes!?"

"Ah, yep... Extremely insecure. It's no wonder-" That particular individual had to dodge a metal tray thrown his way.

"GET BENT! I'm out! I ain' puttin' up with this shit!" Kanji's lips thinned to a furious line as he pushed off the examination bed. He snatched up his clothes and pushed his way through the line of researchers who seemed to owlishly stare at him- and his bare ass, as it seemed exam gowns were unfortunate in any part of the multiverse- as he left his exam room.

Gotta find a place to dress...
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Isabella "Izzy" D'Oro | OC/Tabletop (13th Age) | Cordis | OTA

[personal profile] dralchemist 2019-03-01 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[LISA FRANK CAN GO FUCK HERSELF, HONESTLY]

[[A.]]
[Izzy is dead.

Or at least, she looks like it. The blue dragonborn is face down in the dirt, her legs having given up on her without her consent some distance back, and she's gotten too tired of dragging herself forward to keep going. All that exists is some kind of psychedelic wasteland hellscape, which she's pretty sure is some facet of a hellhole that she accidentally slipped into.

Judging by the drag trail that's rolling through the dirt behind her, she's at least tried to crawl forward with her arms, but... didn't really get to far. So she's just lying on her face, staring down at the dirt, flip-flopping between mentally writing a last will and testament and trying to actually come up with more actionable solutions, then throwing them out.]


[I THOUGHT CFUD DISBANDED? OR WAS THAT A RUMOR?]

[[E/F.]]
[Well, ok, any shelter is better than No Shelter, and in whatever way she managed to get there, Izzy is thankful for it. Whoever left their rucksack here forgot some vital supplies and... hey, finders, keepers, right? Considering she still has some of her alchemist's supplies, she's jury-rigged a small fire within the cave in what she thinks is a basic survivalist move.

While a little bit of water bubbles away in a glass flask above her makeshift campfire, she's alternately considering the contents of the "EDIBLE" bag and the strange magitek tool.]
Is it worse that this almost makes sense rather than doesn't make any sense at all?

[HEY, AT LEAST IT'S NOT A MAKO]

[[G.]]
[Now Izzy kinda wishes she was dead, because then maybe it'd give her friends a chance to resurrect her and get her out of this nightmare. Dealing with... giant floating metal boats and strange scientists asking very invasive questions like they've a) never seen a dragonborn or b) anybody else at all, it seems. Very unnerving.

Once fed and taken care of, she's at least resigned to finding a thankfully empty bunk... one of the last ones on the ship that she was corralled on. She's small, so at least she doesn't take up space, but she's trying to be unassuming against the side of the bed, writing in a journal to try and keep a hold of her thoughts. Definitely not paying attention to anybody around her, or to how, from the right angle, it seems like the bed she's on is empty...]


[WILDCARD, BITCHES! YEEEHAAAAAAWW--]

[Once planet-side, Izzy is going to look Really Fucking Out Of Place, probably, being that she's already scaly and shit. She'll gravitate towards either cafes or parks as a place to try and get her bearings, working on figuring out the comms device and taking stock of everything else she's got. If you want to plot, I can be found at [plurk.com profile] kaosblaze!]

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