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▶ 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!

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Jean Grey | X-Men

[amarvel]

▶ LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE (C)

[Waking up in strange places that don’t seem real has become all too familiar for Jean. The sensations are real, however. The sting of tiny crystal shard biting against the exposed skin of her neck and face, the feel of the ground beneath her feet, and the thirst. Why is she so thirsty?

Jean takes a moment to get her bearings, her protective pink aura enveloping her body to help push off the remainders of the crystalline shards. Everything around her reminds her of a mindscape. She closes her eyes, bringing a hand up to her forehead as she does a psi-sweep of the area for other minds. Either it’s not working or she’s alone.

So she begins to walk and eventually happens upon a source of water. It’s as strangely colored as the rest of the world but she’s desperate to sate the itch in her throat. She dunks her whole head below the water, gulping in as much as she can before she eventually has to pull her head back up to breath. She doesn’t care if the water makes her sick, it’s a relief. It’s exactly what sh--]

What?

[She squints at the water as an image that isn’t her reflection appears. She can see herself laying on the ground in the melted snow amidst a burnt out forest where the Phoenix had burned her up, only she’s whole again. Though she doesn’t appear to be breathing. She watches as her teammates show up and try to wake her. She watches as Scott holds her limp body close with his head buried against her shoulder. She continues to watch the scene play out for a bit longer before she snorts and slaps the water.]

▶ CAMP NOWHERE (D, E, + F)

[The cavern is a welcome respite. Jean settles in quickly, leaving the catchy tune on the communicator playing as she begins to go through the items left within. The strange instrument is left alone after the first time she picks it up. It’s curious but she doesn’t want to know what it might have been used for.

She digs through the cooler, eyeing the powder food bags.]

No telling how long this has been here. [But she’s hungry.]

▶ INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE (G)

[Finally, a rescue party. Jean isn’t sure how much longer she could have survived wandering around the strange landscape. Sure she can fly and that makes travel faster but it also takes energy, energy that she’s starting to run low on.

She’s too tired to put up a fight, not that she would have, not unless they showed any sign of wanting to cause her harm. She answers the questions asked so long as they don’t get too personal, that’s when she clams up, face turning a shade that nearly matches her hair.

When all is said and done she takes a peak around the ship, eventually finding a room that she can hopefully take a rest in.]

▶ WILDCARD

[Hit me up with whatever. If you have questions my plurk is rubberspaceducky. ]

C

[fractaljesus]

I have a theory, [Comes a voice from behind Jean immediately after she strikes the surface of the water. It's a young man in a white cloak so pristine that it reflects the psychedelic colors out the landscape, apparently unaffected by hunger or thirst enough to wander around and watch others scramble for the pools.] The image it shows is a projection rather than a window.

Naoto Shirogane | Persona 4 Golden | OTA (Iris)

[pishirogane]

[Lisa Frank's LSD Funhouse - C]

Trying not to think too hard about the absurd, technicolor landscape, she kept walking. Which way didn't seem to really matter since every which way remained an eyesore, but what was imperative was finding some manner of shelter. From there, water would be ideal - dehydration would set in and become an issue much quicker than starvation, but Naoto understood she would have to take what she could get.

Hunger could gnaw away and her stomach would growl faintly, but she wanted to hold to one task. That, and the pond she proceeded to pass did not look to drink from. Unfortunately, weighing the options of drinking and momentarily sating her hunger while quenching her growing thirst had more pros to it than cons. Just... sample it first before consuming more, and any toxins might take their time to actually hinder her.

A cautious approach allowed her first to examine the shoreline and water sinking into the center revealed the liquid to still be questionable close up as far away. Not entirely spilled oil or gasoline, but remaining unsavory. About to kneel down anyway to drink some, she froze, watching the surface again with gradually widening eyes, immediately so many questions springing forth...

... And that's how the short young woman would be found by anyone else wandering the landscape: standing by the pond and observing something on the surface.

[Camp Nowhere - E]

"Hm..."

Turning over the bag, brow furrowed at the 'EDIBLE' label solely legible on the front, Naoto sure was taking her time to do much more. Eventually, she would open it, but rather than begin to eat, she proceeded to pinching some out and examining the powdered contents.

It may take a moment longer before she considered tasting.

Someone might want to try it now - or, those present with more patience, do you give her a few more minutes?

[ISA Assemble - I]

Though grateful for the opportunity to shower and eat, her mind was now allowed to function properly, a whirl by the answers she had received and the questions she still had; the top unanswered one being just why, why were any of them here. She couldn't fault them for being incapable of answering if they didn't know, but that further raised the importance of having said question solved.

Not that she could start trying to find that answer where they were presently, waiting to be taken to Prismatica. Yeah, they'd been on a moon this whole time - one of three.

Briefly pinching her nose, she turned and began to walk - to have a look around and to try talking to the others drawn into the situation as well.

E

[totheno1]

If you think that Kei Nanjo would ever want to eat stuff that is marked 'EDIBLE' and not have about ten alarms blaring in his head, then it wouldn't truly be him. He has something else on his mind right now anyway as he watches the detective look over the food in silence before breaking it;

"Before you ask, I will not be trying it out. Considering everything else that has happened so far in this world, I am not exactly in a trusting mood to a simple word slapped on a label as if it would abdicate any and all worries."

Why don't you just say you don't want to eat it, geeze.

Larxene | Kingdom Hearts (KH3 spoilers OK!)

[thundara]

( lisa frank — C )

[ Somehow, she thought hell would be less pretty. All these sparkles are just a little too on the nose for her. Too on brand for her particular kind of magic. It's funny, too — one would expect a loss of any semblance of power after death, but here we are, surely dead, making sparks of electricity dance across her knuckles like it's nothing. Of course, it is nothing for her, and even that thought is ironic. ]

It's just one disappointment after another, isn't it?

[ Larxene's talking to herself, but it's not like any of the losers in her field of vision have any sort of clue what's going on. She's not going to make friends or form partners in a place where they're all obviously just as lost as she is. Better off on her own, like always.

But even if they're lost, they can be useful. She doesn't need to look in the pond a second time, but she'll approach the closest crowd of people and speak loudly enough to be heard. ]

So is the next life permanently glitter-space, or does anyone with a brain have any idea how to get past this?


( camp nowhere — E )

[ Her mouth is dry, but she's seriously starving. Being dead comes with some seriously bizarre physical needs. But didn't she read somewhere about the afterlife, and the punishments therein? Sounds about right, to her, to be stuck in eternity in need of satisfaction. She's so hungry, but the bags are disgusting. She won't do it.

Instead, Larxene picks up one of the bags with a gloved hand and thrusts it into the face of the nearest person. With the way she stands and barks orders, she looks taller than she looks, and there's no difficulty in acting intimidating when she has nothing left to lose. ]

I'm not putting this anywhere near my mouth just because it has some words written on it. You do it.


( interstellar action force — H )

You put your hands on my clothes and that's the last time any of you will have hands.

[ Her voice is relaxed and sugar-sweet, but it's also full of delightful malice. The kind of threat that can be backed up without hesitation. Larxene doesn't know or care about what's going on with this deep space mission, something something moons and scientists and how new and special they all are. This is the Organization all over again, and she just wants it over with.

They can take her vitals and write down her stats. Hell, she'll even give them her name to move the process faster. But she's definitely one of the... less cooperative people here.

Still, it's hard to be in a bad mood now that she knows she isn't dead. That's the only thing that matters. Alive, and in a perfectly normal state of being. All her own. So if even one of these science creeps tries to lay a hand on her she'll electrify everyone in the room. ]

E

[princessascended]

Do you even need to eat?

[Why, oh why had Kairi wandered into one of them? Okay, she'd seen Xigbar earlier, but he'd just been vaguely cryptic, kind of mocking, and actually a weirdly good sport about her teasing him about his portals not working.

Somehow she doubted Larxene would have as much of a sense of humor. At least she knew the stuff was safe, thanks to Riku earlier.]

Reinhardt Wilhelm | Overwatch | OTA

[panzersoldat]

I . LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE
A ⬤
WHAP!!!! The sound of a meaty hand meeting flesh echoes across the landscape of the moon. It's followed by a booming, almost jovial "Take that, you pesky mosquito!!" Reinhardt looks pretty damn proud of himself. Did he actually crush the crystal creature? It's highly unlikely. Mostly because of the strange runes dancing on the considerable amount of flesh he has.

The man is imaginative, nigh delusional as it is. Now, he's worse. So much worse. And he's turning his single eye upon you. He stance is friendly for the moment. "Halt! I am the guardian of this fortress." He means the little mound of rocks behind him. "Be you friend or foe! A friend may pass but a foe will taste justice!"

B ⬤
[The stallion gallops across the moon and Reinhardt stands there, jaw dropped. There are actually tears in his eye. The old pinches himself and then turns to you.

There's a brilliant unbridled joy on his face. It's like he's seen the most amazing thing in the world.]

Please. Please tell me you see him too...

CAMP NOWHERE
D ⬤
Dear God anything but this. Those that pass by the cavern are in for an unpleasant surprise. It is very deep, very energetic and very very tone deaf. Inside, Reinhardt has already skipped past the time tapping and gone straight to Car Karaoke. It's ear bleedingly loud and three times as awful.

But he seems to be having the time of his life, singing to the music while he prepares a fire for the night. Luckily, he'll stop singing long enough to welcome anyone who needs it to his little fire.

INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE
G ⬤
Reinhardt just sort of stares at the bunk bed like it's personally insulted everything he's ever cared for in his life. He stoops already so not to knock his head on the door jam, but this is beyond reasonable.

He's well over seven feet tall and every inch of him is muscle. He likely weights more than the tiny bed. He frowns deeper and then sighs. "Would you mind if I just took one of the blankets. You can have the bed to yourself."

H ⬤
It's basically impossible to embarrass Reinhardt. He shamelessly answers the questions. If fact, it's hard to keep him on topic! The man gleefully rambles about this adventure or that. "That's right. I'm 61!! But I don't feel a day over 40. Just this last week my squire and I were in Dusseldorf. There had been bandits on the roads. And of course she and I had to go and take care of them!" And he's off again.

▶ WILDCARD - CORDIS
The large man is rather easy to spot. He sits, barely fitting in a chair inside an all you can eat buffet. He's simply starving. It's always taken a lot to keep his huge body going. Age hasn't slowed down his metabolism any. He's got a mountain of food on his plate. Yet he's still hungry after he finishes. He goes for another and another. Nothing seems to help. He doesn't yet understand why. He doesn't yet know that it's not really food he needs.

So he sits and he eats, unaware of how he fills the place with pheromones. Equally not really noticing yet the absolutely tiny wings sitting on his thickly muscled back. They're small and as white as his hair. It almost looks like someone stuck a toddler's pageant wings on him.

They fluff just a bit and he's happy to scoot over. "Come my friend!! Join me!! There's plenty to go around!!"

g

[scatmaam]

At first, she thought it was some sort of misplaced sense of chivalry she was going to have to chide before turning to face the man who spoke, rolling over in the bed. She'd been fully prepared to lecture about how such sensibility mattered little in a situation like this, but her eyes widened briefly seeing what she was actually dealing with.

He definitely... could not fit in there with her. She'd have to lay on top of him, to make it even work. Though as that thought occured to her, she had to say she didn't... actually mind. Him big. Big arms. Big chest pillow. Big snuggle.

"I could do that, but I'd feel guilty if I did," Lancer sighed, sitting up in the bed and shaking her head. "If you must be on the floor, I'd be there with you, if you wouldn't mind. If only to assuage my own sensibilities."

jacopo bearzatti | the house in fata morgana

[groaned]

i. mark of the destroyer ₪ (a)

[ While no stranger to unfavorable conditions, this would be the first Jacopo has ever had to experience treading through a landscape so bizarre in appearance. Not unlike something one would imagine in a novel, and while stunning in appearance it becomes increasingly more evident that he is in a hurry to get as far away from their current predicament as humanly possible. If it wasn't obvious in his expression -- eyes cold and lips turned into a frown -- there was no way for him to deny it when he voices out to his (unfortunate) companion: ] Move your feet. Any slower and I'll leave you behind.

[ Well karma got its kiss for him for being an asshole! For only seconds after there's a stinging sensation on his neck, causing him to instinctively reach up and slap his palm over his skin. Clicking his tongue, Jacopo pulls his hand back to stare at the mosquito that twitches awkwardly before being shaken off apathetically. ]

Damned place wants to be an annoyance in every way possible. Next thing you know we'll all be dropping dead.

ii. cavern (b)

[ Jacopo knows better than to eat from an unknown source; an assassination attempt making him so much as question the water provided to him, in a past life, and that lack of trust sticks with him now. Examining the powdered food briefly, he decides to extend his findings out to whomever may appear as if they'd resort to cannibalism if they didn't know better than to make a reputation of themselves this early into their travels. ]

Dog. [ yes he's talking to you and i'm so sorry ] Here. Eat this. [ His tone is sharp, words leaving his mouth without hesitation, and it's obvious that this is no mere request, but a demand. ]

iii. force assemble (g)

[ After answering the unwelcoming questions from the Prismals, Jacopo only wishes for a moment's rest. The drink offered only earning a comfortable place in his hand while he is directed to one of the transport vehicles, barely needing to cant his head one way to the next to see that their rooms are small. Almost close in size to the trains he's familiarized himself with back home, and that only prepares him for the uncomfortable ride that is to come.

If you're rooming with him, you'll be met with an exhausted gaze before he gestures towards the bed with a slow tilt of his head. ]

Do you want to fight for it?

[ Will he glass someone for a mattress that probably feels like a bag of bricks? Yes. ]

iv. wildcard

( respond with your own prompt! )

iii ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[scoffs]

Come now. It hasn't been that long since we've last shared a bed.

[ there's the familiar click of heels against the metal floor of the vehicle that heralds jeanne's arrival, drink in hand without a hair out of place. it's almost as if she hadn't been through the same bullshit everyone had for the past day or so, the tightness around her eyes and subtle stiffness in her smile the only clues that suggest otherwise. still, a familiar face goes a long way in making things a little less terrible, even if she'd rather they'd both not be stuck here.

but anyway. there are worse people to be shoved into a cramped space with; jeanne brushes past him to sit on the mattress, taking a sip of her drink. it's as awful as she expected. ]

Or are you too embarrassed to remember?

moira o'deorain • overwatch • ota

[biotictouch]

❚ camp nowhere // d

[ The comm unit itself is a welcoming sight, something slightly more familiar than say, literally everything else Moira's encountered. Finally, something she can feel somewhat clued in about. Unlocking it though is all too easy, and what she finds playing on it is...less than surprising. ]

It's always something, isn't it.

[ Continuing to mutter under her breath, she gives the song and video a chance to capture her taste....it doesn't. Clicking out immediately only lends to a gravure screensaver, and and even moreso background. ]

Who leaves this lying around, here?

[ Wait. Gravure.

She suddenly finds the nearest place to set it down. And might be looking for some sort of sink to wash her hands, or an alcohol wipe. Gross. Who knows where that thing has been. ]

❚ camp nowhere // e

[ An excellent question, 'who will brave this mystery powder!?' answered with a simple 'the scientist will.' A quick sniff rules out poison, in fact, it's quite reminiscent of what powdered protein or rations might've smelled like. Dehydrated samples weren't a mystery to her, and neither were poisons. Licking her pinky finger, she dips it inside to see what reaction might occur in the meantime. ]

Perhaps not the most sanitary, but I'm certain that I'll be forgiven.

[ No adverse reaction. In fact, it congeals not unlike protein powders do at home. Heavy betting on now: she tastes it.


Tastes like protein powder too. ]

It's protein. Nothing to be afraid of.

❚ interstellar action force assemble // h

Not on your life.

[ Forgive Moira for sounding catty, but being asked to undress by mere strangers is indeed, a new one for her. With her chin held higher than usual, she's gripped whatever robe might be around her in disgust, hoping to convey just how violated she feels already.

Female, slender, 138lbs, 7oz, 5'9", auburn/warm colored hair, fair of complexion.
easily burned by UV/UAV. skin irregularities; freckled, unusual skin patterns re: left arm, shoulders, clavicle.
infrequently intimate, average libido, perimenopausal, average risk.

Because she wanted that to be broadcast.


If she wasn't violent before, the thought has now certainly crossed her mind. Moira's batted away prodding fingers and hands, intimate questions, and probing minds before. Now was different entirely.

She felt as though one of her test subjects might've felt, and it's----enlightening, to say the least. ]

No. No, and no. No fluids, no samples, nothing.

I'll see to it that you may but only with proper compensation.

And a pair of gloves, do you mind? [ That poisonous barb punctuates a Lunar Scientia prodding and wanting to snip a lock of her hair----an inquiry met with the swat of a hand and hiss from her. ]

I'll tell you quite honestly how my species values personal space and the value of consent, thank you. You'll have my samples when I mean you to but until then----

[ Moira's cut off by another scientist. Is this really how this felt? ]

h

[scatmaam]

[ Lancer had already gone through the entire rigamarole herself, and had been just as aggressively resistant against the prodding as Moira had been. She empathized, really, though she couldn't help but notice some of the data spoke aloud, an eyebrow arching.

Now, Lancer was not a young lily herself, she was well over two thousand years old, but she was also "gifted" immortality for her tendency to slay gods, so that was a pretty exceptional thing. And as physically fit as this woman looked, she definitely didn't carry the aura of a godkiller. So to be that age, and still look like that... It piqued the curiosity.

Was this woman truly human? ]

Are you fairing well, m'lady? [ There was a slight brogue to her words, a cadence that would remind one of Scotland. ]

Kaguya Houraisan | Touhou Project | OTA

[eternalprincess]

A
[ This doesn't look like Earth... or the Moon for that matter, her moon that is.

Yeah, this was all a bit... unsettling, considering the last thing she remembers she pretty much got vaporised by Mokou in one of their fights. ]

I wonder if there's anyone else here...? Ow...?

[ Did something just sting her? As she rubbed at the sting site, she starts noticing... rabbits? Everything is rabbits, like she just walked into a Deep Dream image except it was all rabbits instead of dogs. ]

Oh my...

G

[ Kaguya... took all the questions in her stride... and she gave as good as she got because she had plenty of questions of her own. She was just happy to not be stuck on that rock. It didn't look like she was alone, though - she was a little thankful since she might end up feeling a little lonely without someone to talk to. That said... she was sure she could smell something. ]

Can you smell that too...? [ At this point, she wasn't sure if she was imagining it or not. ]

Wildcard

[ I don't know, hit me with whatever. ]

g

[steuerparadies]

[ Somehow, Liechtenstein ended up sharing a bunk with the lovely looking girl. It is indeed much better than to be alone, and Liechtestein doesn't mind snuggling up against Kaguya.

At the question, she smells the air, a look of surprise on her face. ]

Oh, yes, I do. Something quite sweet. It was not present earlier.

Miles Edgeworth | Ace Attorney

[bratworth]

Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House (C)
( He has been bewitched by the picture in the water for far too long, but somehow he can't tear his gaze away.

He'd never thought that anyone would miss him if he died, and it's foolish to dwell upon the thought because this isn't real. It isn't happening. His fingers curl into a fist which he slams into the surface of the water. The ripples that form bring only temporary relief, because the image that lies underneath is still uncomfortably discernible. Dread creeps up Edgeworth's spine and his cravat feels uncomfortably tight around his neck.

With considerably more distress to his voice than he'd care to admit to, he shouts out to no-one in particular: )

Will someone please tell me what in the world is going on here?!

Interstellar Action Force Assemble (G)
( Edgeworth has been doing his best to find somewhere out of the way where he can curl up uninterrupted and have no witnesses to his quickly impending breakdown. Difficult enough it is to believe he's on an honest-to-God spaceship, it's the more minute realities of the situation which are causing him difficulties. There are too many people and not enough space, and he's been incredibly claustrophobic since...

... no. There's no point thinking about that right now. Better to just focus on anything but the dark spots dancing at the corner of his vision, or the saccharine scent that permeates the air. He knocks at the doorway of the nearest rest room. )

Apologies. Is this room taken?

Wildcard

( I'll roll with whatever you give me! )

G!

[problemagus]

( At the sound of Edgeworth's knocking, Kiritsugu is quick to jump from his bed and make it toward the door. The swiftness of his response no doubt symptomatic of his circumstances; many years spent sleeping with a gun underneath his pillow, and never fully allowing himself to keep one eye shut.

He's greeted to a most dour expression which seems to be permanently affixed to Kiritsugu's face. If he was affected at all by the interrogation, he's in no way about to show it. )

You'll be hard pressed to find a room to yourself, if that's what you're asking. ( He's already checked-- but even at that, he doesn't mind sharing a room. ) However, there is an available bed.

( He's not about to fight him over which part of the bunk bed he'd prefer. )

Dick Gumshoe | Ace Attorney

[trenchdoting]

A. Kingdom of the Crystal Mosquito

[A scruffy older man wearing a trenchcoat trugdes through the area, vaguely confused. He's not sure what happened at all, but this really doesn't look like LA! He'll try to all out to anyone nearby, waving his hand in a wave.]

Scuse me, pal! You have any idea where we ar - whoa! [His eyes widen as he notices a mosquito on his raised hand. He frantically shakes his hand to shake it off, but the deed has already been done. He's been bitten.] Ah well, can't win 'em all! ...Huh, that's a weird bite mark!

[The mark on his hand seems to be forming a six-petaled shape!]

C. To Ponder

[And so, someone can stumble across this grown man while he's shouting at a pond.]

Mr. Edgeworth!! Kay!! I'm right here! Look up! Look up!! [In the puddle's reflection, a frilly man and a young girl are shaking the prone body of Detective Gumshoe and trying to wake him. The real Gumshoe continues to try to reach out to them!]

E. Food Powder Memories

[Eventually, Gumshoe has come across a cavern and has taken the opportunity to rest. But he's also really hungry! And so he homes in one the food packets, his eyes lighting up as he sees the label reading 'EDIBLE'.]

Now there's one of my favorite words!! Bon appetit, pal! [He tears open a bag and quickly begins consuming the powder, without a second thought!]

G. A Load of Bunk

[So he's been found by the natives and briefed on the situation. ...Which is kind of a lot to take in, and Gumshoe feels like he doesn't understand a lot of it. Oh well, if he gets anything wrong, he'll just have to count on someone else to correct his contradictions as always.

The whole ordeal has left Gumshoe very exhausted, and he's thrilled to hear that there's some sort of actual bed to sleep in! So he heads into the room in question and narrows in on the first bunk that he sees.]

Aahhhhh... [He gives a relaxed sigh and then dumps himself right onto the bunk. ...But he's drowsy enough that he didn't really take a good enough look at whether or not it was occupied. So someone may find themselves with an unexpected bunkmate, who may or may not have landed right on them!]

H. Turnabout TMI

[And eventually it's Gumshoe's turn to get examined! He sits there with a confused frown as the scientists read their findings aloud.

"Age: 32. Height: 6'0. Appears to survive on a diet consisting mostly of ramen noodles. Shows signs of little to no sexual activity."]

Aw jeez... [He looks away, embarrassed, as he scratches at his head. And then he's asked to disrobe.] N-no way pal!!

W. Wildcard??

[Feel free to come up with another prompt! Just know that, as a heads up, I'm not interested in playing out smut. But aside from that I'm open!]

E

[kayssistant]

Gummy, wait! What if that label is a trap?!

[Too late. Down the hatch. Kay hasn't touched her own food bag yet.]

Agnum Bulletheart | Shining Resonance

[bulletheart]

Lisa Frank's LSD Funhouse A

[ Boy, he sure has better things to do than this. Cook breakfast for the team. Morning guitar practice. Stopping Ragnarok. Anything but laying here on the ground with only one arm still in commission.

He stares up at the sky looking absolutely annoyed. He has his guitar resting across his belly and he's gently plucking it with his last working limb.

By the looks of it, he's dragged himself a good ways. His nice coat is full of dust. His hands are brushburned. This is not the way a great adventurer like him should go out, damn it! The great pyromaestro Agnum Bulletheart did not work years to become a Dragoneer just to starve out in some crazy wilderness he hasn't even had a chance to draw a map for!! ]

Camp Nowhere E

[ This is an insult to him as a self-taught chef. Is this really the only thing available? Packets of edible powder? He can't work with this. Given actual food, he can do anything, but this stuff is not food. It's sadness personified.

Still, Agnum is a man who will eat anything once. He's an explorer as much as he is a chef and even moreso, he's someone who can't help but look out for others, even if he sounds grouchy when he sticks his hand out to a fellow who is squinting at the powdered food. ]

Hand it here. I'll take the plunge.

Interstellar Action Force

[ well, he's been paralyzed, nearly starved, had to see Yuma and Sonia crying over him in some shitty pond and now he's waking up after throwing a fit at one of the captives stuffed beside a stranger and feeling lightheaded from some sweet smell coming through the room.

Excuse me, can he reset things here please?

He's trying uselessly to sit up. Between the effects of the gun and the fermented fruit, he's sluggish and noodle limbed.

He will grab the arm of his bed mate with some care and shake it. ]

Wha' gives?

Camp E

[yataghan]

[ SWOOPS IN WITH A SPEED OF A NINJA-- Which is basically Jamil in a nutshell. Anyway, he somehow managed to grab he ration slash food that the other guy seems to be interested in earlier. ]

From the scale of one to ten, how resistant you are to poison, should there be one? [ A slight pause. ]

Balhareth | World of Warcraft OC | OTA

[demoneater]

I: LSD Fun House: A (Sinner)
[Hungry.

Even with the Legion essentially gone the Illidari's hunger for demon has never completely faded, but until now it's been more or less manageable. He's had years to learn to contain is and control himself, but suddenly it's nearly impossible... Ever since that weird bug-thing landed on him his inner demon is ravenous, clawing at both his mind and stomach so much that he can barely think coherently.

Hungry!]

Be quiet!

[He runs his hands through his hair, tugging hard to try and collect himself. Even just one drop of Fel blood... Anything...

Footsteps nearby makes Balhareth’s head snap up, green flame glowing through the blindfold wrapped around his eyes and fangs bared. While he can tell that the aura glowing in front of him isn't that of the prey he actually wants to eat, it's clear in his expression that he probably isn't in a state of mind to care.

Whoever he's spotted might want to run. Or be very good at talking down demons.]

II: Interstellar Action Force: H
[The broadcast shows an elf covered in tattoos and wearing nothing more than a loincloth and blindfold being examined. He looks less than impressed, lip curled up in disdain at the line of questioning.]

Race? Mind your own damn business.

Age? 157

Frequency of sexual activity? Well I was in a vault for a decade and when I came out I was SO shocked to learn that generally people aren't fighting each other for the opportunity to sleep with a half demon. So not often.

Appending race to "half demon". ... Tch.

[He snorts in irritation. Then he senses that someone else is nearby and seems to be watching. Apparently a bit of a line has formed since he's being so stubborn about the process (except the stripping), so he glances in that direction.]

What are you looking at?

III: Wildcard
[When you rely completely on magical auras and sounds to see, suddenly being thrust into a place full of unfamiliar magic is disconcerting to say the least. And Balhareth... Isn't taking it great. Everything is overwhelming and disorienting, making it difficult to get his bearings, so in a desperate attempt to not lose it he's basically done what a cat would: Escape somewhere high.

So if you're leaving the government building you might notice that the locals seem to have installed a gargoyle above the entrance.

Wait... No, that's just a horned elf.]

i

[melodiousness]

[ The hunger hasn't affected Evellethine as badly as it has some people, it seems; it is easy enough for her to ignore it, especially with the distraction of people and new things to see. It's all so shiny and new and wondrous that she can't quite contain her excitement, bubbling with energy.

But sometimes, a little reminder of home was nice. Which is why Lettie approaches, rather than runs. Well, that and she's never been one to be entirely sensible about anything, let alone dangerous situations that call for fleeing. ]

You know, it's going to be impossible to get quiet here. Maybe we can look into earplugs? Or how about a song, can be a nice distraction?

[ But she isn't exactly terrible at talking people down, or at least offering some distraction from the immediate situation, in that she can talk someone's ear off, and has a decent enough voice that it isn't completely terrible. ]

Squall Leonhart | The Fantasy That is Definitely Not Final VIII (FF8) | OTA

[blastingzoned]

LISA FRANK; he's squall not cecil
[ .......................

This is definitely where he thought he'd end up after defeating Ultimecia, but well, here he is. On the moon. Alive. Time compression is weird, but in the end, what's another world to add to it?

Either ways, Squall continues to wander silently, despite the fact that he's limping as he moves. Having attributed the strange feeling on his left leg to the damage he took before getting here, he just continued hobbling on in the search of a safe space for him to take stock on what in the world is going on here. ]

...what?

[ Of course, there's the unicorn, pegasus, whatever, but he's not in any condition to fight. He's exhausted and now he's just staring blankly at it, as if hoping that it's a docile creature and not a hostile monster. ]

INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE; ...whatever

[ While he's not resisting as they're prodding at him, Squall's patience is certainly not in a good place right now, especially with them talking about their findings on him. ]

Subject has a propensity of acting cool, tough and brooding, Subject is absolutely smitten to a Rinoa Heart-

[ If you try to question him about any of this, all you'll get is just a taciturn stare and a: ]

Whatever.

interstellar

[concerns]

[ HAHAHA. BROOO. Does someone have a girlfriend? Actually, maybe a crush? Gran doesn't know the answer of course, but he can't help but smile anyway. This guy next to him is surprisingly cute despite his strong-looking front. Ah, he knows a lot of that type. He's already endeared. ]

Ohh. Do you miss her already?

cain ★ starfighter / ota

[feck]

LSD FUNHOUSE / A

[ waking up feels like a chore—and having been runover by something in a sim.

cain isn't sure what to make of it yet, only that he's damn sore and maybe a little pissed off. had he died? good question, though still not enough of a motivator to give him any real answers, and crawling free of the... whatever he was in certainly didn't do anything for his mood, blearily staring out at the landscape. he punches one of the crystals – mostly not by accident – to see if it hurts, and when it does, he lets loose a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. shit. this was seriously — beyond fucked up is the phrase that comes to mind, but he's stumbling around in some unknown direction before his brain can catch up with his body. that he instinctively tries to crush the thing biting at his skin does nothing for his resolve either.

this wasn't mars. this wasn't earth, he thinks. he's pretty sure it's not, and... hell, maybe the colterons had done this to him. which meant a lot of things he didn't actually want to think about right now.

and can't because the welt on his arm is slowly morphing into something that looks like a boxy flower.

he grunts, walking forward even as he pokes at the thing, and when he looks up, the crystals are dissolving into snow and rock—the familiar landscape of new volga. home? cain swallows around a curse, stumbling forward like he expects to see people he knows here. his sister, maybe. it's at the tip of his tongue, a chill causing him to shudder, and suddenly, that chill is replaced with something else. something worse. sharp, familiar. he's hot, reaching down between his legs to press the heel of his palm against his dick because it's very much alert, and it's impossible to move very fast with an erection. he grits his teeth, cursing loudly this time, and somehow, he misses whoever seems to have crossed his path. there had been plenty of time to avoid them, but he's still caught in whatever trip this is, nearly running them over in the process. ]

Watch it. [ it's a low growl, full of spit and just a touch of paranoia. but the ease of everything he's feeling unfolds with the contact, and not hesitating, he reaches out to grab at the other person and haul them close like he's going to kiss them. ]

CAMP NOWHERE / MIXED BAG

[ he doesn't feel like cooperating, so it's a good thing there's really no one around to give him orders.

cain finds the comm and accesses it first thing, glaring at the video that pops up, and for a second, he almost considers crushing the stupid thing the way he had those crystals. for now, at least he's not suffering from whatever had gotten him so worked up arriving here. and if he's been ditched on some alien planet in the galaxy, he needs to, at the very least, figure out where so he can try to make his way back to a place that's remotely familiar. it's one-hundred percent survival mode at this point, digging through some of the stuff in hopes of finding something warmer to wear than what he's currently got on. the skin tight suit made for battle is doing little in terms of protection; at least he isn't terribly cold given how it's designed to insulate.

upon finding the weirdly shaped instrument, which is decidedly frowning at him, he hurls it hard against the nearest surface to see what it'll do . his aim's just a little off though, and it very much comes too close to hitting someone in the face. or maybe it does. like he really cares because he's turning away without so much as a blink. ]

WILDCARD

[ open to just about anything else listed above! some potential for dubcon because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ that's just who he is. if unsure, just pm and we can hash some things out first c: ]

LSD

[tentatively]

[It's not entirely her fault and the tiny pilot knows this yet Yunoha feels like it is. She should have been watching where she was going. She opens her mouth to apologize but squeaks in surprise when she's hauled closer to the intimidating looking stranger. She has to tilt her head up to look at him due to how short she was, her bright green eyes widening in alarm.

Oh shit- is the first thing that runs through her mind. Yunoha weakly attempts to push herself away, stammering softly in alarm but finds the grip too strong for her to do so. I'm going to die.. Her cheeks flush a dark red, Yunoha uncomfortable with the physical contact. This was as close as she's ever been with a guy. It didn't help that he was a stranger, he was tall- he was really scary looking. All things that made Yunoha cower in his grasp, the girl glancing up but timidly looking away shortly after.] I-I'm sorry..!

I-I wasn't paying attention.. [A part of her wants to simply just turn invisible like she usually does in a stressful situation but this guy seemed volatile enough that she wary of doing so. There was no telling how he would respond or react.] U-Um.. [She clears her throat, fingers attempting to pry his own from her dress. She hadn't noticed before but his hands were gigantic. Jeez..] c-can you please let me go?

Commander Zavala l Destiny 2

[abidethewalls]

A: I WANT TO GET OFF LISA FRANK'S WILD RIDE ⍢

[He isn’t a stranger to discomfort, to the gnawing hunger that twists his guts or the exhaustion that seems to settle into his very bones, and Zavala refuses to let himself be shaken by his physical discomforts. It’s the landscape that unnerves him, the fact that he has no idea how he’s been abducted and all of his comms are filled with static.

He’s a Guardian, though, and he didn’t rise to his position by buckling at the first sign of pressure, and so he forces himself to push forward through the unnatural terrain and tries to ignore the stinging bites of the local insect life that pepper his neck. Even if he were to give the welts more thought, there’s no way for him to notice the blurred rune that’s beginning to emerge at his throat, its lines fuzzy at the edges with the Awoken light that swirls through his skin.

Somewhere along the way he’s found a broken branch that he’s now currently using as an impromptu walking stick, but at the first sound of footsteps somewhere off to his left he whirls and brings it to bear like a monumentally ineffective staff as he settles into the best defensive posture he can manage.

You there!

[He’s using his Commander voice now, every bit as authoritative as he can muster to try to seem like he’s got more control over the situation than he does. It’s not very effective.]

State your intent!

G: CLOSE QUARTERS

[There are far too many questions that need to be answered, but for now Zavala takes a scant moment to collect his thoughts in one of the vehicles. Unfortunately for anyone else crammed into the small room, he’s not removing his armor and therefore taking up way more space than he probably needs to. At least he seems to recognize that he’s being a pain?]

My apologies. I can only hope our travel is brief, for both our sake.

[He’s still not taking off the armor. Good luck with the cramped conditions.]

WILDCARD

[Hit me with whatever you’ve got and feel free to shoot me a message over at ristrettojester ]

[roguish_commander]

[What’s that sound? It might be a crashing of those weird rocks off the nearest cliff. Instead it’s a rough and tumble of metal and leather armor that grunts as the undergrowth has betrayed him. It’s what he gets for pulling his hood close around him so the bugs can buzz off.

However he rubs his forehead, checking over that still has his beautiful horn and everything else. Then oh hello there stick in the face.]

A stick? Really? What’s that supposed to do, big blue?

Wait. Wait. Nope I don’t got it. I swear I had an idea of what on the top of tongue.

Hal "Otacon" Emmerich / Metal Gear Solid series / Iris

[codecmoment]

▶LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE: C

There's a startled little cry as a wispy, older bespectacled nerd starts to cry. Genuinely cry, his fingers just barely above the surface of the water; he doesn't move other than that, afraid if he does anything else he will make the vision disappear. As his daughter shakes him in a panic, in a world far away, he goes silent and tries to keep it together. He can't leave her alone - she has nobody. Even with all the independence and a stable job and everything she's worked towards, she's the last family Sunny has. And maybe, Raiden and company can look after her, but this isn't fair to her.

▶CAMP NOWHERE: D

Okay, idol stuff wasn't his thing exactly, but he was aware of how powerful the allure could be; the fanbase was terrifying and deranged at worse, and genuinely excited and the main pillar of money-making. Sure, he tried to mobile idol collecting games, okay? Geez. He preferred not being sucked into gatcha - a dangerous game!

What he was most interested in was pulling the tech apart and seeing how it was made, and how he could adapt and learn from it. Maybe hack it? Maybe make it into a comm device, or a network device - something more useful than a simple video player.

▶INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE: I

Honestly, after having been held captive before in his life, this is a cakewalk - no terrorism, no machines he built that could cause destruction. He didn't like how horrifically embarrassing it was to have people ask how frequently he... engaged... with people, let alone everything else, but that alone was the most embarrassing. It was his business!

Also, it would be wise to be a bit more delicate with subjects you're analyzing on a psychological level. You're gonna skew your results, especially if they have trauma. It was cruel, if you thought about it.

He found a napkin to wipe his glasses off with, and stared into the food, not hungry suddenly. Just... scared. Lost. He didn't think all his contacts would find him, and no super spy was going to magically appear. Those days were over.

C

[takingchances]

At first Eva had approached the figure simply because it was actually a person on this barren, purple crystal-strewn landscape and frankly that in and of itself was enough of a welcome sight. It helped her curiosity too when after stepping a touch closer and being able to make out the figure better, he looked somewhat similar to Neil and there was the faintest of hopes in that.

Of course by the time she's reached him she's figured out he isn't. One doesn't spend a majority of their highschool, college and professional life in the company of the same friend for who knows how many hours and not be able to tell even a back view of them from another random person.

It helps too that she can hear the sounds of real, honest to goodness crying. She was pretty sure Neil would rather drown himself in that pond than openly weep about anything. She pauses several steps back once she hears it. In the case of a client she would approach and attempt to comfort but she was fairly sure this wasn't a memory and she wasn't traversing at the moment.

Still, she isn't just going to leave, not when she's found someone out here. She tucks her hands into the pockets of her Sigmund Corporation branded lab coat and decides the best course of action was to warn of her approach.

"You doing alright there?" To her credit she sounds gently concerned but not prying. Years of practice have given her the ability to dance a delicate edge between concern and sounding too patronizing for some.

Kay Faraday | Ace Attorney

[kayssistant]

A: LISA FRANK-LY, THIS IS WEIRD

[Normally, Kay would be fascinated by the crystalline landscape and the dominant color scheme. Not this time, when all she wants to do is find out how she even got here in the first place. So she's constantly on the move, until one crystalline mosquito bite later, Kay is suddenly stumbling forward and sprawling onto the ground with a grunt of pain and surprise, and of course, irritation.]

Ow - h-hey! What gives?

[It was as if her legs suddenly decided they didn't want to support her weight. She tries to hoist herself up with her hands, but her legs weren't cooperating. Glancing over her shoulder, she desperately tries to stretch or bend her legs, anything - but to no avail.]

I...I can't move my legs! A little help here?

[You may find her struggling to stand, or using her arms and elbows to crawl toward you for help.]

C: I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE

[Kay wasn't thirsty for water, but she was thirsty for answers. Wondering if she might be able to find something of use in the pond, she peers into it...

...and is immediately greeted by the sight of this man and this other man near her prone, still body. There is also a young woman with her hands on her hips, yelling at both men.]

Wait. I-is that supposed to be...me? So I'm still back home, but...but this isn't a dream...and I can't be dead...

[She continues muttering as she squints at the scene unfolding before her. The woman has a whip and strikes it in the air, dangerously close to the two men.]

Okay, so...there's no murder weapon, no blood, and they haven't called the forensic team in...

D: IS FOR DANCING

[Leave it to Kay to press the buttons and activate the comm unit. Once it switches on and plays the catchy music, she gets up and starts dancing along to it. If you give her a Look, she's just going to shrug and say:]

Oh, c'mon, you gotta admit, the beat is really catchy!

[Let her have this, the concert and the comm unit are two of the most normal things she has encountered so far.]

G: WHAT THE BUNK

[Did you choose this room? Say hi to your new bunk mate, she's waving at you excitedly.]

Hi! I'm Kay Faraday, and you're in luck 'cause I'm also the Great Thief Yatagarasu, the thief who steals the truth!

[That's weird. Also did she just say she was a thief?]

WILDCARD

[Or hit me up with something else! Just not smut please.]

G

[unsheather]

Yeah? The truth of what?

[ Yuri doesn't actually mind excitable teenage girls. He spent a lot of time traveling with quite a few of them, and this room seems safer than any of the ones with angrily brooding people within. He'll find a place to situate himself, sword lying on the bunk beside him, as he waits for an answer to his question. He's actually genuinely a little curious.

How do you steal the truth of things, anyway? ]

I'm Yuri Lowell. Not a thief.

[ Mostly. ]

Jamil | Granblue Fantasy | OTA

[yataghan]

⟾ LSD B

[ Right, moon. Perfect place to end up after some daily hunts. Not. Well, not like Jamil is going to stay fazed for a long time. After taking time to check things up, he's doing what he does the best: Be a sharp assassin that he has always been.

Though it's really hard to stay at the sharper side due to how loud his stomach is rumbling BUT OH SHIT IS THAT A FLYING HORSE. HORSE MEAT IS DELICIOUS AND MAKE A GOOD RATION BUT SHIT IT LOOKS STRONG AS FUCK SO! Grabbing his twin short swords (that are thankfully still there with 'im in person), Jamil sneaks up on the mythical creature slowly, Die Hard style, and lunges at it!!!!

Look, as an assassin he got dis. Slash, slash, slash, getting mauled on, jumps like a crazy motherfucker he is and attempts another slash, slash, getting mauled on, getting mauled on, getting mauled on, getting mauled--

Yeah you got the idea. The poor boy is definitely going to need a help here. This horse is such a raid boss holy shit. ]

⟾ CAMP NOWHERE E

[ In the middle of the sea of people staring at the foods disgustedly, a superhero finally takes the mantle to grabs one of the packed bags, opening it, and just chew the food like it's nothing. Such a fucking champion, isn't he?

Well, you know, considering this Jamil here is pretty much poison resistant and he gets a free pass from this kind of shit. ]

It's safe.

[ For him a.k.a. a poison resistant guy. For you? Time for you to try and risk it. ]

⟾ WILDCARD A

[ After settling down for some time, Jamil is finally trying to do something that he haven't done in ages: Finding someone trustable enough to survive in this place with him. His criteria for that kind of person? Someone who can keeps up with him, both mentally and physically.

Which means for the physical part, wherever and whenever you're walking around, let's say, the hallway, your character would suddenly be pssh nothing personnel kid'd by Jamil from not so far behind. ]

Duck.

[ Also there's a most-definitely-not-hurting-you crumpled piece of paper in a big ball coming from Jamil's direction. LET'S SEE IF YOUR CHARACTER IS EITHER A.) FAST ENOUGH TO DODGE THE ULTIMATE OIL PAPER BALL THAT JAMIL TOOK FROM HIS ROOM EARLIER OR B.) BEING SO LAUGHABLY SLOW AND TAKE THE IMPACT LIKE A CHAMPION. ]

⟾ WILDCARD B

[ Idk, hmu via PM or brion#2716 on discord if you want to do stuff with this boi. ]

Wildcard, A!

[azuresong]

[ Well, I hope you weren't looking for the best results, Jamil, because the moment Lyria hears that simple word she is completely caught off guard. ]

Huh- [ She turns her body to the sound of his voice, only to grow wide eyed as the ball lands directly in the middle of her forehead. Momentarily stunning her.

LOOK. LOOK WHAT YOU DID. ]

Austria | Hetalia

[edle_gestalt]

LISA FRANK'S LSD FUNHOUSE (A)

✾ [There's a timid-looking, bespectacled man ... just facing the wall. He's calmer than he was moments ago, partly thanks to the fact that he currently sees at least vaguely familiar surroundings. Yes, he woke up someplace unfamiliar, but the surreal vision of having woken up covered in tiny crystals had faded. That was likely the dream, he concluded. As far as he's concerned, he's finally found some semblance of reality in what seems to be an espresso bar. With no seats. Was he in Italy? God, he just wanted to go home and sit down while he got his caffeine fix. But this would do. It was certainly better than no caffeine at all. He raises his hand calmly.]

Doppio, please.

[After a while, he nods, thanks the wall, and leans against it with his left palm, bringing his right hand to his mouth as if he's drinking. There's a grimace, and he raises his hand again, less calmly this time.]

Sir. Sir? Yes. ... This doesn't taste like anything.


CAMP NOWHERE (D)

[The 1980s? Is this the 1980s? There were certainly worse times to be transported back to, so this is a tiny bit of comfort against all the other nonsense he's woken up to. He's sitting, watching the screen, entranced, though his nose twitches at the first close-up shot.]

Never been fond of animal print.

[He is absolutely tapping his foot, though.]

INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE (H)

[He'd gone in without much of a fight -- it had always been his first inclination in difficult situations, for better or for worse. Upon seeing the skyline, he couldn't help but be taken by its beauty, but he still held quite a bit of distrust.

That distrust isn't unfounded, he realizes, when he starts getting prodded at, asked questions, scanned for god knows what and seeing all sorts of assumptions about his character appear on the computer screen, in plain view. And they're discussing it loudly. 'I couldn't get a straight answer on the frequency, can you?' 'Stats don't even show a clear pattern. He's all over the place.' 'Oh, this one's so much older than the others! Is he special? Over a thousand years -- he doesn't look it. Maybe that's why the refractory period is a bit longer than someone of his apparent age?']

That's none of your concern!! I have low blood pressure!!

[His face is beet red by the time they ask him to undress, and he can't stand the way his heart is pounding - he knows himself, he knows what that's going to do to him whether he's scared or not, and he should just do the wise thing and refuse to undress but he doesn't. Looking away and trying to hold his head high, he slowly takes his clothing off. His blood pressure doesn't seem to be a issue at the moment; he looks down at himself and curses. Why am I like this. Why in God's name am I like this?]

interstellar action blah blah

[kilts]

<sub>[ Just across the room, Scotland is getting the same kind of treatment. Though, he's a lot less body shy than Austria is.. maybe. Probably. There really was nothing for him to really be ashamed of when you were as burly and masculine as him.

Austria's current response to everything temporarily distracts him from absolutely decking the lights out of the irritating "new friends" they've made. He stands tall, his arms folded over his chest as he allows them to.. have at it and disrobe him. ]</sub>

HA HA!!
_{[ He barks some laughter, gesturing at Austria with a wild smile on his face. Boy, what a mood lightener. ]}

Oi! Whassa matter? Scared ta show a wee bit o'skin?

Eva Rosalene | To the Moon / Finding Paradise

[takingchances]

[C] THE POND
[After looking into the pond Eva can't help but sit back on her heavily on her heels. She had knelt down near the bank of the pond when she had first come across it, surprised to find water after wandering around this long.

The reflection in the pond though caught her by surprise and drew her breath right out of her at the same time. There she was, collapsed in her office, no one having found her quite yet. She didn't doubt eventually Neil would come looking for her for one inane reason or another and then...

She blows out a long breath, looking skyward as her brow furrows.]

So... what, am I dead?

[F] STRANGE INSTRUMENT
[Eva is more than happen for the momentary reprieve from walking and being exhausted. She's plopped down in the cavern, rubbed a dusty hand against her forehead while leaning back on her other hand. Or she would lean back if her hand didn't plop straight down onto...

She picks up the instrument her hand landed on and cocks a brown upward. The first thing she manages to turn on is the light and the second is it's reaction to her hand's grip. It starts vibrating and the look on Eva's face instantly screams recognition.

Her words tumble out before she can check them.]

But why is there a light on it?

[H] INVASIVE QUESTIONS
[Height? Weight? Yeah, she gets it. All basic medical questions. Even the questions about sexual activity is commonplace enough that it doesn't even phase her to answer that yes, she's been active before.

Then the doctor expounds on that.]

How long ago would you say?

[Eva cants a brow upward at that. She'd expected a question about her last menstrual cycle if anything but this... well, it's a bit more roundabout?]

Long enough.

No exact dates?

[Her expression flattens. Her tone bears a slight sarcastic edge.]

I'm sorry, I don't exactly have my diary with me to look up the details for you.

[J] LUNAR SCIENTIA HEADQUARTERS;
[Once the Moonblessed (what a name) are shuttled off to the city of Lunatia and are instructed to await further instructions, Eva doesn't sit around waiting for them. She can't honestly, she's far too curious and sees a far more immediate need in learning about their new world than anything else.

After the first few days spent just wandering the city itself, the need for a library or a bookstore or just somewhere with research materials takes her to the Lunar Scientia Headquarters.

Upon entering, the first thing Eva picks up on is the scent of coffee. Fresh roasted, full bodied and so delightful that for a moment she forget completely about books or the need to study. She outright laughs even, which may draw a few looks but who cares. After a day of wandering a dusty landscape filled with vying emotions and then prodding way too deeply into her sex life by scientists here, she's not about to restrain what delight she can find in the world around her.]

Finally, a true sign of civilization - coffee.

WILDCARD;
[Feel free to throw other prompts at me, from TDM prompts to wandering around Lunatia itself. PMs are open and ready for any questions you may have!]

J

[oncebrokenway]

[a white-haired boy sitting nearby looks up from the informational pamphlets he's reading at that, with a smile of amused understanding]

It's even actually drinkable.

LEA/AXEL | KINGDOM HEARTS | KH3 spoilers possible!

[thefloorislava]

LISA FRANK AND THE SHITTY MOONBUGS
[Lea has been to a variety of worlds during his time in the Organization, and he’s been bit by a variety of strange insects. Mostly harmless, if irritating — some causing swelling the likes of which can only be matched by inflatable toys. But leaving a mysterious rune in the shape of a… swirl?

That’s a new one.

As is losing control over his legs.

So there’s a weird patch of spiky red grass growing out of the purple moon dirt. Oh, no, wait. That’s hair. It’s attached to a very tall man, face down in the sand. He hears someone approach and weakly raises a hand, turning his head so he’s not yelling into the ground]

Hey! Uh… a little help here, maybe?

ARE YOU GONNA EAT THAT
[Having recovered from Stupid Mosquito Paralysis, Lea makes his way to the shelter of a cave. He parks his skinny ass on the ground, arms folded.]

This is not how I was planning on spending my day, but yeah. Sure. Ok. Weird alien crystal world!

[then, he spots the cooler! FINALLY. WATER. He crawls over on hands and knees as fast as he can, hoping to find a bottle of water, a canteen, anything… instead he finds a packet. He shakes it, listening to the dry particles inside, and frowns]

This has got to be some kind of joke.

CUDDLE TIME
[Thank Light. Real civilization. Or, well. A real ship. But the real ship has REAL WATER, and that’s the most important bit.

So after drinking roughly his weight in water, Lea finds himself an unoccupied bed… unoccupied for now, anyway.

He’ll be snoring away in no time]

WILDCARD
[Wanna play something else? No problem! DrFishbone on plurk or Fishbone#3416 on disco!]

Are You Gonna Eat That

[princessascended]

[It's official. Everyone's here.

Well okay she hasn't seen Xion or Namine yet, but by this point she wouldn't be surprised. Grinning to herself, she slowly edges closer up behind Lea as he glares at the packet of dry food, leaaaans in.

And says in a perfectly normal tone of voice, right in his ear:]

No, this is a joke.

yuri lowell | tales of vesperia

[genrouzan]

▶ LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE

B ⬤

[ Yuri's used to a pile of just... crap, really. Bad luck. Ridiculous bullshit, whatever you want to call it. He's used to it dogpiling itself onto his life at the most inappropriate moments - and really, he'd thought that showing up in this place after everything that had just happened to him was the extent of all that for now. But life was outdoing itself right now. ]

If this is hell, it looks different to what I'd been expecting.

[ He's quick to dodge the... pegasus? If you can call it that, when it dives for him, and the grit and drag of the ground against his skin is enough to convince him this isn't some sort of fever dream. Straightening up, he eyes the creature as it exhales in a sharp whinnying noise, and paces around him. Watching him in the same way that Yuri is watching it.

... It wouldn't be impossible to take this thing down. Tricky, but doable. And there's a lot of potential meat there that he could use to quell that hunger gnawing persistently at the depths of his stomach. He makes a little whistling sound, trying to catch the attention of anyone nearby who might be as lost, confused and hungry as he is. ]

If you help me out here, I'll share whatever I can make out of all that flank.

[ What a deal. ]

C ⬤

[ For someone who is staring into the same pond that you probably are, and seeing the same sort of things that you're seeing... Yuri looks surprisingly calm about whatever's going on when he looks into the waters.

It's... a logic thing, mostly. And a lack of surprise.

After a moment, he snorts and shakes his head. ]

I'll take bets on this one - hallucinogenic manipulation, or just plain old hallucinating. What do you think?

▶ CAMP NOWHERE

F ⬤

[ Whatever it is he's looking at, Yuri's pretty sure he wants to keep looking at it from a decent distance. It looks like something pointlessly fancy that someone with more money than sense would purchase, but the faces on it don't tie in with the idea of something musical.

But it could probably make you sing either way, not that he knows that. ]

So... pissed off, unimpressed, or way-too-smiley. What do you think you'll end up being if you go around touching weird objects out of the blue?

[ Inquiring minds want to know. ]

▶ INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE

I ⬤

[ "Moonblessed". He's not sure he likes that name, given everything that had happened back home. "Child of the moon" isn't such a different name, given to someone people didn't understand.

But thinking of home isn't going to do him any good. Not when he's been fed, and bathed and given time off for not-exactly-terrible behaviour to explore the centre. And explore he does, looking around, stalking the corridors like a slightly caged animal, and eventually finding himself sat on a chair overlooking a window. ]

...

For a place that may or may not be complicit in a well-covered up kidnapping... it doesn't look half bad. Even if half the stuff here looks way too complicated for me.

F

[eluci]

I'm unimpressed so far. Why don't you touch it?

[He's not touching it. It doesn't seem magical in nature or particularly weird, but if he can convince the other guy to see what it's all about, all the better.

Just in case.]

Fish | D&D OC

[freshtilapia]

(( OOC NOTES: Fish is a D&D 5e OC, a Merfolk (Planeshift Zendikar) Glamour Bard. For more information on them, please look here or feel free to message. ))


[PROMPT A; Mark of the Sinner]

What in all the world's oceans...?

[Fish awakens and pulls themselves up, dazed, parched, and aching. Their first instinct is to ensure that their lyre and their weapons were with them. However, the next thing that sets into their senses is panic: where was the castle? The empress? Their friends? They get to their feet and attempt to wander, feeling the ache in their body more acutely.

It doesn't take them long to realize that wherever they are, it's far from the world they were in. It isn't even close enough to the home they're familiar with.

And then it happens-- a sting. Out of sheer instinct, Fish attempts to slap at it. They nearly get at it, but it flies quickly enough. It's such a strange, fantastical creature, they think. Perhaps they were in some fey land...

It takes a while but soon they feel their body become incredibly heavy-- as if the adrenaline rush of the last few days they spent in their original world had suddenly caught up with them. It should just be that, right? But then, they also feel an impulse in their gut-- they felt this too back home. They knew they wanted pleasure. But... at this kind of intensity? Something was strange. The mark of an inverted triangle with two dots atop it go unnoticed.

And then they look out into the distance and see a figure. They call out to them, voice desperate.]

Hey! You! I need help!


[PROMPT C; A Vision of Home]

[With the earlier problem now addressed, Fish felt parched. There was only so long a merfolk like them could go without water. They find a pool of prismatic water. At this point, thirst was more urgent than the wish to admire the beauty before them. They cup a handful and raise it to their lips to drink, but when they quench their thirst, they look down to see an image of themselves collapsed on the ground of the castle they once were at, just right before being seized by the elite forces of that kingdom-- the Hand of the Conjurer. At their side were their friends-- that silly paladin and that tiefling they had fought alongside with not too long ago. No matter how much they shook them, they didn't awaken.

Were they dead...? Fish drops their wet hands to their sides and sits beside the pool, heart overshadowed by worry. What exactly had happened to them...? Feeling sad and hopeless, they look around, yearning to find someone to distract them from all this. A distraction would be good, right?]


[PROMPT W; Wildcard]

[Something else you had in mind? Let's roll with that.]

A

[mech_and_mutt]

Hnnngh...?

[Well, at least his ears were still working. Whoever's voice that was, it at least meant he wasn't alone out here... and since they could still speak, they probably weren't faring as poorly as he was.

The point of a gun-barreled sword was stuffed into the earth, and with the one arm that still actually did what it was told, Red laboriously flipped himself onto his stomach, turning his head to get a better look.

He didn't know what that pink stranger was, and- in his current state- he didn't care. Red knew it at least meant he had a chance to get a much needed hand. Or a couple working legs, if he was lucky.

But it probably looked ridiculous watching him move closer by stabbing the ground with his sword and pulling himself forward on an arm, dragging the rest of his body behind him.

Jesse McCree | Overwatch | OTA

[good_bamf_ugly]

▶ Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House
A ⬤ Deadeye's Ready ✾
[Waking up in a place like this, McCree is pretty sure he's already hallucinating or at least dreaming very vividly. When the mosquito takes its bite his brain gladly conjures up something more familiar and palatable though no doubt still terribly influenced by the environment. The lunar landscape becomes a desert at night, stars bright enough to light up the sand which swirls in vivid pinks and purples, crystals become varying sized cacti. He treads through the sand like he's treading through water, slow and monotonous, a blank stare in his face. Please imagine basically this, complete with that exact song playing at a slower tempo.

The most dangerous part of this is when someone else comes into his field of view, he doesn't see them as something benign but instead a crystallized skeleton with one glaring red cyclops eye holding a sniper rifle, or a miasma cloud of dark smoke vaguely taking on a humanoid shape and uttering threats with sharp teeth, or a ninja-like figure with six arms, all holding long katanas pointed threateningly at him. Or any other monstrous and surreal proxies for any other Overwatch characters.

McCree's response is to raise his revolver and give a warning shot at the creature's feet--and by that I mean your feet.]

B ⬤ Save a Unicorn, ride a ???
[You know what's a bad idea in the midst of what he is still convinced is still some bad hallucinogenic trip straight out of the 80s or the weirdest dream he's having in his life? To absolutely regard the fearsome pegasus as something to attempt to tame and ride. McCree doesn't need too much help from this prompt. Wild horses are almost always way more trouble than they're worth, but he feels like it's worth an attempt because 1) he has no idea where he is or where he's going and he's slightly desperate for some modicum of familiarity and control, 2) this probably isn't all real anyway, and 3) real or not he's pretty sure he's going to live a life of regret. Who wants to lay on their deathbed thinking they let a pegasus get away when one was right in front of them? Slowly and carefully he approaches the beast, holding out his (not robotic) arm and making soft noises, easy girl, I won't hurt you and the like.

To his credit the pegasus also seems to regard McCree with some level of curiosity, like she senses this is a man with some underlying Moon Knight-ly quality or at least that he understands and deeply appreciates a good horse/horse-like creature. Appreciation is one thing but the moment McCree manages to get close enough to touch her neck she whinnies and rears back, beating her wings wildly. McCree is knocked flat on his ass from the force of the wind alone, but thankfully that's all that the pegasus does. She lands daintily only a few yards away, snorting as if to mock him. Someone tell him this is a bad idea.

Or, maybe, flash cut some minutes later, there's a Pegasus streaking low and frantically across the sky right over your head. There's a cowboy on her back--barely. He looks like he's going to get bucked off any second, but also that he's having the time of his life. Maybe help a guy out or at least follow him until he does inevitably fall.]


▶ Camp Nowhere
F ⬤ Need a Hand
[So that strange, pointed instrument found in the cave is something McCree is picking up and inspecting. Very quickly he realizes it's actually not leaving his robotic hand. He slides it around and manages to lift one end or the other but some part of it manages to keep a metal on metal contact. Then, it starts vibrating. His whole arm is rattling and clinking, somewhere between obnoxious and ominous. He holds his arm out as if expecting it to explode.]

Hey... a little help here?

[He tries to keep most of the panic out of his voice but there's a definite sense of urgency. He's pretty sure either a bomb or someone's old vibrator suddenly just got magnetized to his arm.]


▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble
G ⬤ Moonshine
[McCree may not have initially been the most cooperative but once he gets some questions answered to some level of satisfaction he's at least civil enough to not need to be restrained while he takes a ride in the transport vehicles. This whole thing doesn't settle well with him but he won't get answers without playing along a little, and at least he's not alone. Since space is so limited inside, he offers to politely stand or sit on the floor so someone more needing of a bed can take one. It's not long before that moonshine fruit smell starts making its way through the ventilation system.

His eyes narrow and his nose crinkles as he gets a good whiff.]

You smell that...?

[If these people were going to drug them they'd have plenty of opportunities to do it but far be it for McCree to not immediately think the worst. Another couple of deep inhales and he feels an incredibly familiar sensation prickling comfortably in the back of his head.

Oh... oh yeah he knows that feeling anywhere. He's getting tipsy. How...? As someone who maybe has a problem with alcohol, he's inclined to keep drinking in the air to confirm or deny. His expression is slowly going from intense scrutiny to considerate appreciation.]

It's like smelling a feeling.


▶ Wildcard
[[[He's probably easiest to just generally mingle with before planetfall. He's an incredibly stereotypical looking cowboy with one (1) robot arm, he's a little hard to miss.]]

( g )

[infiltrar]

[Just like that drunken feeling seems to be coming from thin-air, the amused giggle that filters into McCree's vicinity seems to come from the exact same location. Sombra's been wandering around in stealth mode mostly poking her nose where it doesn't belong, because if she finds futuristic tech she wants to get her hands aaall over it.

She didn't exactly expect to stumble upon a drunk cowboy though.]

Are you seriously getting drunk off air? [I mean she's not going to judge. She's actually been enjoying it for the past ten minutes and boy is it amazing.]

Noctis Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV

[eluci]

▶ Lisa Frank aka I Think My Nap Took Me To Another Dimension

[Last time Noctis went to sleep, it was most definitely in a an abandoned dorm room, definitely inside and definitely not on another planet. A dorm room is not where he's woken up, as he's clearly outside and--there are so many colors. It's like a sunset, only he's standing inside it and why are there weird crystal formations everywhere? It looks kind of like the Meteor, only shattered and scattered.]

This is new.

[Why can't he have normal dreams? At least his dreamself didn't lose his cellphone, it's right in his pock--aand it's completely dead. Of course.]

A - Icky bugs, ickier effects; Mark of the Destroyer

Ow!

[He didn't know there were any living creatures in the area, so when he feels a prick on his arm, he assumes that he brushed too close to one of the crystal structures while examining it. He catches sight of the mosquito, though, and though it's unusual, it's still a mosquito and he swats irritably at it. Once, twice, he misses it and it ends up flying out of his reach to go harass someone else.]

Ugh, I have to deal with bugs here, too.

[He doesn't think much of the encounter and continues wandering, until the stung arm suddenly and rapidly goes numb, starting from the welt left by the insect and spreading outward.]

Wh-what? Did it poison me?!

[There's a symbol of some sort that's formed on his skin by the welt as well, and he claws at it like scraping it off might help.]


▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble?

Rated G - for Alcohol Use...Wait

Y'know...I thought I was dreaming when I woke up here. It was too colorful. It's...I mean, it's still colorful, but...I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming, still.

[Is he talking to you? Are you even listening? Noctis has managed to pick a spot in the room closest to the ventilation system and might be just a bit drunk on fruit fumes. Apparently he's good at appearing sober, until he opens his mouth.]

I bet Prompto'll be jealous.

[Yeah, he's just gonna keep talking.]

H - The Physical No One Asked For

[It's just like a school physical, he tells himself. Just let them do what they need to do and you can go. The scientists ask the normal questions and take the normal measurements--height, weight, checking vitals--and Noctis lets them. They examine his bad knee and he lets them look at the scars on his back, but deflects their attempts to touch them.

And then it gets weird.]

Would you mind telling us your sexual preference and history?

Excuse me? No, I'm done. We're done. Let me go.


▶ Take a Walk On the Wildcard Side

Cordis - Be the Cat

[Right now, the Cordis cycle is in full effect! What does this mean for Noctis? There's the ears and tail, one of which is feline and the other oddly vulpine but both of which are black. Apparently it also means that people are more interested in interacting with him, no matter how much he ignores them or pushes them away. It's mildly annoying when it's just conversation, but he's had people try to pet his new appendages and fairly sure a handful of people were undressing him with their eyes.]

True Wildcard; Choose Your Own Adventure!

[Go ahead and start something or PM me and we can hash something out.]

Interstellar

[paradoxically]

[Honestly, Noel didn't know a lot of things about the world. For instance, he still wasn't sure what a 'theme park' was supposed to be or why anyone would want to go there. But he was pretty sure that the hair wasn't supposed to smell like strange kind of fruit, no matter how appealing it might be.

Which was why he had tucked himself into the further corner from the ventilation system, which just so happened to be crossways from Noctis.]

Pretty sure no one is going to be jealous of this.

arjuna ▉ fate/grand order.

[kiritin]

[ I main and follow JP FGO's storyline, but will refrain from EOR and Lostbelt spoilers if you so wish. Please do let me know beforehand. I have also played Fate/Extella Link if you want to reference it! ]

▶ LISA FRANK LSD FUN HOUSE

A ▉ DON'T LOOK AT ME !

[ In light of his surroundings, skies of colors far from natural, but beautiful all the same, the sting is easily forgotten. This body of his needs not to worry about such a thing (though in the face of an unknown place where the Grail has given him no knowledge, any worry is necessary), and Arjuna continues along in his path to find a familiar face or who has called him.

One, two, three, four steps, and the slight burn on his skin is new. Nothing has hit him (nothing would hit him, Arjuna, renowned archer, for he would never allow harm to come at him so easily), but once his skin is exposed, a strange mark ( ✾ ) lays there - any worry is a must.

The body suffers no anomalies that he can sense, or tell, but a look forward again sings another song. The pinks and purples long gone, replaced by greys and dark browns. The landscape is vast, running farther than his sight can follow. It brings a sense of nostalgia, but hardly something he should feel homesick about. Only the opposite.

The silence that embraces him is disconcerting, for Arjuna knows not whether all the noise has been shut down, or his own hearing has been tampered with. He is alone - he has wished for it, once, continues to do so, even -, but in the distance, voices begin to take shape. ]

▉▉▉▉ [ One says. ]

▉▉▉▉ [ Another. ]

▉▉▉▉ [ A couple sing. ]

▉▉▉▉

[ They grow louder, with no face to attach such accusations to. Arjuna flaunts himself in his ability to stay calm and collected at all times, a proper figure of a hero, but where no one can see him - where he thinks no one can see him, only point fingers at him with sharp words -, the divine bow Gandiva materializes in his hand, and through gritted teeth and lost composure, the prince turns, arrow at deck. ]

Show yourself!

C ▉ GLASS MIRRORS.

[ The sight comes as a surprise, the questions even more. Has he lost? Has he been defeated - in the battlefield, or out of it to add to his endless list of shame? His body - the one reflected in the pond, a perfect mirror of the real thing - is in perfect shape, the white of his clothing not posing a single tear, let alone any dirt. It, despite being in the arms of another Servant, is in the perfect condition Arjuna would always present himself.

Magecraft, a guess comes with no hesitance. A planted image of what could be happening, what many would wager to be the answer to their most important question. Arjuna disregards it. Until more answers come his way, answers to which he would have no reason to distrust, his search continues.

He turns to leave, only to be met with another who approaches the pond - or would they be approaching him? Nonetheless, a quiet exhale escapes from him, and the archer chooses to approach the person, instead. ]

I would advise against it. That pond seems not to bear potable water, and I believe it to be enchanted in some way. [ He, a Heroic Spirit, possesses natural Magic Resistance, but what such a vision would have to one more susceptible to magecraft is unknown. ]

▶ CAMP NOWHERE

D ▉ HERO OF OLD, TECHNOLOGY OF NEW.

[ Answers. Hints, even. Anything that could subdue the many questions that flood his mind. The device is reminiscent of what Arjuna has seen in Chaldea, and though he knows not how to work with it - nor such has been a knowledge imbued within him within his summoning -, an attempt has been made.

And ah, what a mistake it has been. The holograph is not new - Doctor Roman and Leonardo Da Vinci often made use of it -, but what it displays is entirely too unexpected, not more than he music that plays. It's unsettling, to say the best, especially to one who travels in quietude and seeks to do things calmly and gently. The song is quite unlike his ideal, differs far too greatly from what the Hindu hero knows to be music.

In one of his many attempts to turn it off, the volume only increases. What an unfortunate encounter. What face would he show, if someone were to find him meddling with a small device to helplessly...? ]

▶ INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE

G ▉ FRIENDLY CAPTURE.

[ Albeit suspicious, there had come no immediate reaction to the inquiring, curious bunch aside from vague answers to their questions and compliance. This place he knows little of, and those that know not of personal space are natives, as he sees it. To struggle, or react in any way that would differ from his polite, hero-like attitude would be only foolish. Arjuna is at disadvantage here, despite all his weapons and powers and place as one of the world's most talented archers, so he chooses to play along.

The treats he is given (he sees it as nothing else, as though he is an animal to be trained and tamed), though pose no worth for him, are safely kept by his side. The way to his temporarily assigned room is slow, eyes watching every creek and corner of the suspicious vehicle. Nothing he would know much of, but the weird smell that colors the place has since the beginning been suspicious. Poison, or...?

What surprises Arjuna is the most is another at "his" quarters. He has been told not that he would be sharing a room with someone else, but chooses not to visibly demonstrate his surprise. Instead, graceful as always, he steps inside, and the door behind him closes without a sound. ]

You're not one of them. [ The prince begins, without barely inspecting the other person to know whether he poses correct or not. They would not room him with their kind. ] As it seems we will be lodged together for a while, if there is anything you may request of me, I will offer my aid to the best of my ability. It would do us no good to make enemies, after all.

▶ WILDCARD

[ While I'd love to write more prompts, my time has run short. Arjuna will be exploring the city, of course, so feel free to hit him up anywhere. He is a very polite and soft-spoken man, quite butler-like. I'm also a bit unsure whether to give him the Cordis or Iris moonblessings, so for this TDM I'll be going with Cordis. I'm 99% chill with anything, so feel free to write me a prompt if you'd like! ]

G

[unsheather]

I don't think the ride's gonna be all that long...I mean, as bad as it could be. I'll admit they don't seem to be operating on the same measurement system I'm used to.

[ Because Yuri comes from a fantasy video game with fantasy metrics. Sucks to be him. He's one of the other ones who came fairly peacefully, since the people who picked them up didn't seem to mean them any harm and were in fact helping them get away from crystal moon hell, or...whatever or wherever they were.

He knew the eventual destination after a pit stop was apparently their "planet", so...star travel? That should be thrilling. And weird. ]

But if we're talking about requests...why don't we start with a name? I'm Yuri Lowell.

[ May as well make nice as he makes some more room on the bunk for the newcomer. ]