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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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izumo kusanagi | k

[composure]

[ lsd funhouse: prompt b ]

[ It's like Basashi all over again. He has very crystal clear memories of a rampaging horse causing havoc to his pristine bar and honestly, he does not want a repeat of that, thank you very much.

The horse— Pegasus, rather— in front of him, is another story. Basashi was just an ordinary horse who was also a Strain with the most useless ability. The Pegasus after him, looks like the real deal, and far more motivated to remain untamed (which he agrees wholeheartedly; some animals do not deserve to be domesticated, especially if they were very powerful).

Unfortunately, Izumo's kinda hungry. Horse meat isn't quite exotic, but not quite the norm where he comes from (even if he has threatened to cook Basashi once).

But, hey, when one finds themselves on a very unfamiliar world on an empty stomach, one must make do with what they have.

...Starting with engaging a very angry winged horse. With only his remaining pack of cigarettes and his favorite lighter. ]

HEY! [ He's not the best at trash talking, okay. He's old, and there's a reason why he's hardly on the field even if he's Mikoto's right hand.

But at least he got the horse's attention. ] Was wonderin' how to cook a great big meatsack like you just now. There's just so much, y'know!

[ He snaps his fingers and a fiery blaze surrounds his hand. ]

Maybe roastin' you whole is the best way to prep ya. Whaddya say?

[ interstellar action force: prompt i ]
[ ...

Well, that was quite an experience. To be honest, Izumo's not that embarrassed about his sex life, so any of the information that's been broadcasted to the...Lunar Scientia, was it? They do look the part of scientists... it's information that he knows and he's not ashamed that he's been sleeping around. (He's a healthy twenty-something male who just smokes and drinks way too much.)

Still, what is up being referred to as "moonblessed"? Is it another way of saying lycanthrophy? Then there's the food that's apparently from their planet... what.

Too many questions, too much environmental ridiculousness.

After the meal and the bath, he puts on his old clothes (...with a few tears here and there), and leans on a wall somewhere in the center. Izumo's on his last cigarette, and when he reaches inside his pockets, he realizes he's lost his lighter on the way here.

Great.

However, he spots you or you spot him, doesn't matter; he waves a hand, gesturing you to come closer. ]

Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a lighter, would ya?

[ wildcard ]
( I literally have no idea what I'm doing but you can hit me up through a PM or whatever!!!! )

kobato hanato / kobato.

[gentle]

[ lsd / a (mark of the enchanter) ]
[ One minute she was helping at the nursery, the next she finds herself in a place out of...

...something. Kobato hasn't the faintest clue, but it doesn't change the fact that she's alone, she's in her school uniform and slippers, and that Ioryogi-san is nowhere.

She's on her own.

The thought terrifies her. At the very least, she has yet to run into... well, a sentient lifeform. So far, Kobato's meanderings have lead her nowhere, and she's probably passed this particular crystal...tree? already, so if anything, she's lost and—

is something buzzing?

Kobato turns and catches sight of a crystalline mosquito, and using all the strength in her arms to swat it away. That's when a strange mark forms on her skin (✾). Her vigorous swatting causes her to fumble and trip on a small stone.

She falls face first onto the dirt and moans in pain. ]

[ camp nowhere / d ]
[ It's a miracle that Kobato's managed to survive, sans the welts and cuts on her legs, and the few rips on her skirt. But hey! She's alive! She's breathing! She's terrified out of her mind and neither Ioryogi and Fujimoto are around to ease the loneliness and she probably ran into a few near-death scenarios earlier.

At least Kobato finds a cavern and slumps near a wall. It feels like it's been days and she's thirsty and hungry and sleepy, and she is so not cut out for this.

She's just a normal (as normal as having the soul of an angel keeping you alive and healthy) girl.

From the corner of her eye, she spots the comm unit and lifts it up. It vaguely reminds her of the phones back home, wondering if her parents will ever get her something similar, before she's pressing random buttons and it activates.

The girls on the holographic screen give her another spark of longing (she wasn't a fan, but she deeply admired idols for all their hard work), and for a while, the loneliness ebbs into a dull echo, as Kobato hums along to the song. ]

[ interstellar action force assemble / h ]
[ Kobato doesn't really mind being around people telling others about her, but it's when someone mentions that she's a virgin that she shrieks, her face turning so red she probably looks like pink-haired tomato, and tries to hide another person (you!)'s back. ]

I— Is— Is that important...!? I d-don't think e-everyone here deserves to know that, r-right?!?

[ rip ]

[ wildcard ]
( hit me up with whatever )

Yumeko Jabami | Kakegurui | O-...ota

[whaling]

[A: Mark of the Sinner]

[Admittedly, she is kind of worried about this. It's not even a gamble of any kind, it really is just her life in danger. It doesn't even look like anything is alive, which brings questions of food, water, shelter, and other basic needs in. Until she feels a sting on her hand, and she immediately, without even looking, swats it. It's huge, but it falls dead off to the side, and she keeps moving on, curiously looking around. Hopefully she at least finds some water, or food soon.

... She really needs some water or food. Or... something else.

Yumeko licks her lips as she continues on, as the mark forms, and as it seems like she very suddenly starts to feel worse. She has other... compulsions besides just the need to eat or drink. Even beyond the sexual urges that the mark wants to bestow upon people. Oh, those all hit, too, and it combines, to, well...

RIP the first person she runs into. Are her... eyes glowing red? No, certainly, it must just be a trick of the light. She claps her hands together and smiles... well, it's sort of ominous, at this point.] I didn't think there was anyone else around! You wouldn't happen to know if there's food around? Water? [A casino?]

[C:]

[Water, a basic need for life, at least is accessible, here, and kneeling down to drink some, she pauses at the sight within. Surely, there's a group of people standing around her prone form. A young man shakes her shoulders, but she doesn't move. All that is to be seen is that she has... a rather strangely euphoric look on her face.

Unfortunately, after taking in the sight there, Yumeko says nothing, just drinks some of the water, then cups a couple handfulls of it to rinse off her face. Her poker face gives away exactly 0 of her personal feelings on the matter. Instead, she just seems to feel dusty.]

[D:]

[A phone is good. A phone she at least knows, but in the midst of trying to see if there's any kind of way to dial a familiar phone number or anything, the video starts to play. For a moment, she just blinks in surprise... and then she sort of taps her fingers along with it, bobbing her head, and smiling widely.] I know this song. [She seems to have absolutely no shame in broadcasting this information.]

[F:]

This is... [Buzz. Buzz buzz. She reaches up to push the little "smiley face" hologram, and it buzzes more intently, throbbing, pulsing in her hands. She pushes the frowny face, it goes down, to a more muted, constant hum.

She gives a little giggle, cheeks turning red, and plays with the settings a couple more times, before putting the item back among the belongings.] What a weird thing to bring on a camping trip.

[G:]

[Honestly, she doesn't look nor feel very tired in all of this, as she goes to where they told her there was a "free" bed. Or in this case, a "free" bed being one only occupied by one other person. That more or less rules sleeping out. But that doesn't mean they have to be bored! In fact, she pulls out a deck of playing cards.] I'm not very tired. If you're not either, do you want to play a card game?

[Wildcard!]

For anything not covered above

Elden | Pathfinder Oc

[spitefullight]

Fun house; mark of the destroyer

[ If he could use his hands he might be able to cast and remove this strange paralysis that fell over him. But, the only thing that was actually working was his one right leg. He's struggling to push himself along on it, he's grumbling as he tries to go along and just ends up lying there. ]

Ughhhhh, hello?! Is anyone around? Kiiiiinda stuck here. Could super use some remove paralysis....or to be carried? Anyone?

[ He groans again. ]

Where's the others when I need them?

Camp nowhere; D

[ He's watching this strange projection so far. Elden isn't familiar with this kind of technology and he's a little surprised at when the screen and image comes up. He knows Andrew worked on something like this at home for the wedding but he never thought it could be so small. Or it could capture and keep images forever.

He has to turn it over a few times before finally he sighs. ]

Well, it's not food...but still, I wonder what happened to these people? Caaaan't be good if all this stuff is just lying out here abandoned.

Interstellar action; G

[ Elden definitely is not comfortable with sleeping with a stranger in the same bed. He might be trusting but he's not going to lie with someone he's never spoken to. However, he does give up the bed in favour of just sitting on the floor. He's kind of lulling in and out of sleep. He might be super exhausted in the morning but thankfully he'd be able to fix that in a few seconds. But, maybe it's because of the stress of not knowing where he was or how he got here that kept him awake.

He sighs, pushing a gauntleted hand through his hair as he looks over to the person nearby. ]

So, do you think they ever took into account that sleeping in this really loud and flying carriage was going to work?

They could've at least left some books around to pass the time.

the saniwa ( touken ranbu )

[swordstho]

( c )

[ .. ah. well, he was expecting it to happen at some point. he is, after all, one human being supporting a war effort and the manifestation and care of quite a number of spirits. even so, it's a disturbing scene to watch for a number of reasons-- the primary one being, of course, that he's apparently dead and this is not what he was expecting to happen.

footsteps sound nearby, and he shoots up as if stung, whirling around and flinging his arms out, gold eyes wide and flustered in his face. ]

You probably shouldn't drink from this pond. [ he's been aware of his own mortality his entire life, but normal people probably shouldn't have to deal with this so soon. ]

( f )

[ it's almost certainly undignified to be playing with this thing, but none of his spirits are here to see their master fooling around, so it.. should be fine, right?

if nothing else, the wand is certainly distracting. it buzzes to life in his hands, and he nearly drops it in surprise, fumbling for several seconds to catch it before it hits the ground. once his fingers are wrapped firmly around it, though, the vibration is kind of nice, isn't it? he swishes it back and forth, turning it to peer at the symbols, and a finger lifts to hover over the happy face.

he hesitates, then glances up questioningly. ] What do you think it's meant to do? [ literally any other human alive would have some clue, probably, but no, not the saniwa. ]

( wildcard )

[ if these don't work for you, lmk and i'll write something up. otherwise, prompt me! ]

Joker | DC Comics (Preboot)

[criminallysane]

► (a) fun house: mark of the enchanter ✾

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

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

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

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

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

► (e) camp nowhere: food

[ Oh, look, baggies of a special powder that'll keep you going when the going gets tough. Whatever might this be, children?

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

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

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

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

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

► (h) interstellar action force: exam time

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

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

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

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

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

► wildcard: dealer's choice

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Harley Quinn | preboot dc

[heymisterj]

LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE

A.
Could do without the bugs, ya know!

[ Not that Harley's talking to anyone in particular. Just whatever powers-that-be that might be listening, or anyone close enough to hear her complaining about the tiny, crystalline mosquito that's landed on her arm and apparently doesn’t have enough respect for her black and red harlequin outfit not to stick its little mosquito nose through it.

She'd slap the thing if she wasn’t convinced it would shatter. And, well, it's annoying but she doesn’t want to be responsible for breaking a bug that looks like it's made of crystal. That seems like a waste somehow.

It's not long before her arm starts itching and she pushes up her sleeve, still scratching absently and only pausing when she realizes that there's more than just a red bump; little marks start appearing, eventually creating an actual symbol.

✾

Now what in clown hell does that mean?

Unfortunately, Harley has a hell of an imagination. And, on top of that, she’s experienced enough to make most peoples’ skin crawl even without that imagination. And when she starts seeing things — little things to begin with: florescent spiders, and rats with neon-orange beady eyes, and, of course, the disembodied head of Dr. Joan Leland, who's perhaps the biggest bitch Arkham has to offer, laughing incessantly —Harley almost doesn’t bother questioning it.

She’s seen weirder.

But, slowly, the pink and purple surreal landscape seems to change. To flat white walls and heavy steel doors with equally heavy locks on them. And before she knows it, she's sinking down against what she thinks is the back of that door — it's actually a rock — feeling like she can’t move her arms, believing and seeing that she's wearing a crisp white straight jacket. Visual and auditory hallucinations (the sounds of people screaming and making a fuss from their own cells is more than familiar to her) have her convinced she was back in Arkham. And, not for the first time, she wonders if there's really much of a difference between being a psychiatrist and a prisoner in that self-proclaimed madhouse. ]

I ain’t gonna break, Joannie. I don’t know nothin’!

[ Because, of course, that floating head, now changing colors, from pink to blue to purple is asking questions, just like the real Leland always did. Thinking she can get Harley to break and spill important information about the Joker’s whereabouts. Harley can’t put her fingers in her ears, but she never could when strapped down in the real Arkham, and does what she usually did: scrunches her eyes closed and starts screeching cliche 80s songs to drown out the questions.


C.
[ Harley thinks the cool, clear pond would be a nice place to rest and take a break as she settles down from the hallucinations that had gotten her pulse well above resting state.

She doesn’t really believe in an afterlife — and certainly, if one exists, she’d be headed downstairs — but more thinks that life after death is something that people make up to feel better about dying. After all, contemplating simply not existing anymore is a difficult pill to swallow. But Harley took that medicine awhile ago.

Part of it is practical Harleen talking: life is truly meaningless, except for the bits of meaning people ascribe to it on their own. It's no wonder Harley had eventually lost her marbles.

The images in the water, though, those put a very different spin on things. She’s never had an out-of-body experience, not even when she’d been shoved through a window and left for dead, but she imagines that one would be a lot like this. Looking down and seeing her lifeless body. There's no floaty feeling, like she's hovering above herself. In fact, she doesn’t feel any connection whatsoever to that body. The one a group of clowns are shaking and trying to get to wake up. Dear Bugsy, who's as burly as he is stupid. And darling Squid, usually smart enough to stay out of the fray. Except when he isn’t.

Do they genuinely care if she's dead? Probably not. She’s seen the way they look at her, snickering behind her back. Like she's pathetic, like she's just another brainless peroxide blonde. But with the way they're nudging her and urging her pond-self to get up, Harley can almost believe that they actually give a shit about her. Wouldn’t that have been nice? A cute little clown family.

Actually, if she's really was dead and this technicolor hellscape is the afterlife, it wasn’t all that terrible. It's a little freaky, to be sure. But what isn’t freaky about everyday life? ]



INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE

G.
[ It's no big surprise that Harley doesn’t react well when she's found by a group of scientists. She's exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and looks half dead on her feet. But she fights anyway. Ever since her first day at Arkham, when Joan had hinted at the after-hours scientific experiments that took place there, Harley has been wary of anyone who came bearing “help” in the name of progress. She, herself, had been different, of course. She’d genuinely wanted to help her patients. But her experiences have been that most doctors and scientists either wanted to use you or get their time with you over with so they could bill the visit to insurance.

There's probably no privatized insurance company here, but the general sentiment is still the same.

Which means that Harley fights — kicking, screaming, scratching, biting, and spitting — when they attempt to offer her aid.

It might not be the most rational of responses, but she's rarely rational. And her experiences over the past few days had hardly been so either.

She isn’t terribly surprised when one of the scientists injects her with something and her body goes numb and then limp. ]

Call me a rainbow crystal all you want. Flattery will get you nowhere. ] [ It's said even as she's being scooped up and brought into one of the rooms, which has an already-occupied bed. ]

When it wears off, maybe you’ll feel more like cooperating.

[ That's what she hears from one of the scientists as she's deposited on the bed.

Harley thinks her voice sounds slightly slurred to her own ears but she manages a -- ] Fat chance [ --before she's left alone with whoever's already been occupying the bed. ]



WILDCARD
[ I’m more than happy to write a starter for any of the other prompts I didn’t include. Or to set up something unrelated to the prompts. Or feel free to hit me up with a wildcard prompt of your own:D ]

Invi | Kingdom (gacha) Hearts

[serpentillusion]

[LISA FRANKS LSD FUN HOUSE]

C:
[The thirst gnaws at her, and by the time she finally makes it to the small pond, she's barely able to keep herself from dunking her entire face into it, mask and all. What stops her is the reflection it shows, of her and her comrades, of her lifeless, prone body as they yell and shout and shake it, clearly trying to rouse her from some state. Her death? But why? She's known for some time that she'd meet her end, likely at the hands of the other Foretellers, those she'd considered and still called friends.

And would still call friends, quite frankly. It's not their fault. It's just how things have to be, and she doesn't begrudge them for it. Everything has its time and place, and apparently, hers is no longer. What doesn't make sense in her head, however, is the way they're so determined to rouse her from death. They know better. They know better, and yet they attempt.

It's then, that she knows that this, whatever this is, is something that is likely trying to do something to her mind. Make her feel hopelessness, or something like it, but she won't falter. And she won't let anyone else succumb to this pool's lies. Her path is clear, and her keyblade materializes into her hand, and she aims it steady.]

Freeze [And, just like that, the entire pool freezes over in a flash of brilliant blue light, jagged edges of ice ruining any sort of reflectivity the pool may have once had.]

[CAMP NOWHERE]

D
[The truth is, she's not very technologically savvy. And when the object she's fiddling with starts making noise, she fumbles it in a way that's not particularly fitting for someone like her, and she does indeed startle slightly as music comes from it suddenly. She pays only a small margin to what the women are telling her, but quite frankly, it's all nonsense to her, and she fumbles and fiddles with it more, before turning to whomever it is beside her, lips pursed under her mask.]

Do you know what this thing is?

E

It doesn't look very good. [Comes the small voice of a creature that is standing about knee high to her, holding the ration bag in one of it's paws with another stuffed into the bag itself, pulling out tiny handfuls of the powder letting it fall to the ground beneath it. Invi, in response, simply sighs, and gently takes the bag from the cat like creature.]

You shouldn't be touching things you don't know about. [It might not be safe. But should anyone approach the pair, the creature goes stiff, looks in the direction of their company, jumps up and disappears in a puff of smoke, which causes Invi herself to turn to face whoever it is, bag still in hand.] I don't suppose you've tried any of this, have you?

[INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE]

G

[The bed is... Not the biggest. Not to mention the smell of... whatever that is is making her feel dizzy enough that laying down seems downright pleasant. Instead, she sits, legs tucked to her side and back against the wall, trying to take up as little space as possible in case the other person present needs more sleep than she does. It's fine, surely. And yet, out of some form of nerves or something, she can't help but strike up a conversation.]

What is your world like?

[Just... something to help her keep awake. Something to focus on.]

[WILDCARD]

[i can and will absolutely roll with whatever the heck you want!!!! or PM me for a specialized starter Just For You! I'm not fussy.]

Reverie | OC | OTA! Info on the journal!

[weaponizedhope]

[Camp Nowhere Double Feature: Prompts D and then F just a little bit later!]

[D: Reverie has questions. Most of them are relevant, important questions like "Where the hell am I?" "How the hell am I on what seems to be a moon?" "How did I get here?" and "Where the fuck is the sun?". But right now new questions have just entered the fray as he finds himself examining the rather fancy looking comm device left behind by a previous inhabitant of the cavern, who clearly had a pretty major fixation on what he can guess to be an idol group of some kind.

That's good news, because it means whoever was here wasn't completely alien or utterly beyond comprehension. And a full blown holo-screen makes the smartphone he's carrying look like a VIC-20 in comparison, goodness! But well, onwards he should be going to explore this cavern further and...

That's actually a pretty catchy song, and he's pretty worn out...

... which means if anybody else happens to wander in right about now they're going to catch a pink-haired boy sitting down with his back to the wall, or as close to it as he can get without getting uncomfortable watching a recording of a very catchy idol song, not even entirely aware that he's started humming along because goddamnit he's going to have this stuck in his head for like the next three days.]

[F: Reverie still has questions, and they seem to just be multiplying at this point because upon finding this strange looking device he can only guess how it got here or why. Clicking it on and discovering that it does in fact buzz and vibrate in a slightly suspicious manner. This seems... well. It's phallic shaped and it vibrates, so there's that going for it he guesses, but between this and the earlier hologram he saw of the idols...]

No seriously, what the hell were people doing in here earlier? And why?

[If you happen to stumble across him now you'll find that same pink haired boy holding a vibrating rod and talking to himself in an apparent steady-yet-brisk downwards spiral of declining sanity. Have fun with that.]

Interstellar Action Force Assemble - I:

[And that, my friends, just raises further questions! After all is said and done the now incredibly overwhelmed boy is left milling about the government center killing time until apparently the next round of ships will be showing up to take them to some place presumably a bit less... moon-y. Who are these people? What's a "Moonblessed"? They didn't seem to know either, so apparently everyone who's suddenly wound up here is incredibly special for... some reason. And once again just where in the actual hell are they because he's pretty bloody sure this isn't even his planet anymore, which raises all sorts of insane theories about alternate universes or dimensions or there being life out amongst the stars and how is he going to get back and-

Ok no, he's not going to let himself panic. Too much. Taking a deep breath to try and steady himself he'll turn to look at the nearest person who looks about as lost or overwhelmed as he does, speaking up. It's time to turn on the charm, make some allies in this strange place, it's going to be safer with more people for sure and he's good at this sort of thing! Sometimes!]

I'd uh, I'd try to think of a good icebreaker but all the social experience in my life hasn't really prepared me for suddenly being on an alien planet. Moon? We're on a moon right? Anyways, um. Hi.

[Nailed... it? Help.]

Alfyn Greengrass | Octopath Traveler

[empoison]

[A Inquire > Lisa Frank? Who is that?]

[ Maybe it's the various plants, herbs, and various small vials of concoctions/just-made medicine inside Alfyn's satchel, but the insects have yet to have bitten the apothecary who had short sleeves and a long green vest that covered his shirt underneath.

Whatever is inside the satchel might be repelling them but it might only be for so long until they might try to bite him, eventually. But this does give the tall apothecary the time to come approach anyone who seems to have been bitten and having an ailment from it, giving them a friendly touch on their shoulder as he looked with concern. Beware, he is a touchy guy. (But very friendly and innocent about it. No malicious or creep intentions when he does it.) ]

Hey there. You alright there? [Well. As ok as you can be, considering whether you're unable to move something or hallucinating... ] I think I could help with that if you'd let me.

[ E Inquire > Food is food, right? ]

[ Consider Alfyn to be someone who was willing to be your guinea pig to try it if you were asking for a volunteer. Or if you were the only person with him who looked unsure, he was going to reassure your doubts that it's ok to eat! He'll look to whoever might've asked him how it tasted. ]

It's not much to talk about, but I reckon it'll get us by 'till we get somewhere. And I'm not keeling over from it. I'd say it's alright to eat.

[ Up for him offering you one? He also could try his hand at hunting, as he has an axe. But. He's no H'aanit who is skilled at that kind of stuff... ]

[ F Inquire > Not a pestle, it seems... ]

[ Want to make this fantasy-medieval apothecary blush if you explain what it really is?

Alfyn is looking at this strange object in his hand and then looking at his mortar and pestle currently beside him to compare them. Just gonna set it on and his eyes widen a bit in surprise as it vibrated in his hands This is... ]

...Well ain't that something? I take this isn't a pestle.

[ G-I: FORCE ASSEMBLE Inquire: Far from home, for sure. ]

[ Alfyn was more inclined to comply if there was any handling from authorities. Especially after seeing some of the more resistant individuals get taken down. He would be trying to offer any aid and comfort to those before and after they regain consciousness. Consider an apothecary at your side offering aid if you are one of those people.

But also consider finding him trying to get more familiar with the plant life around here as he gets as settled as he can around here.]

[Wildcard]

[ Please hit me up in private message, my plurk @ uminoballad, or my discord megohime#9061 if there was anything else you wanted this friendly apothecary to do!]

amelie lacroix / widowmaker - overwatch - ota

[bulletpointe]

> lisa frank's lsd funhouse - a - ✾

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

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

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

At one point she acknowledges--- ]

What a cruel dream.

> interstellar action force assemble - g

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

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

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

> interstellar action force assemble - h

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

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

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

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

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

> wildcard

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

Maybe though, try to refrain from spooking her. ]

Keith Kogane - Voltron: Legendary Defender

[undeserted]

▶ LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE - A: Mark of the Enchanter

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

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

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

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

▶ ACTION FORCE - G

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

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

▶ H

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

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

What even is this place, anyway? ]

▶ WILDCARD

(( ooc; hit me up at zombietoad! ))

lucifer / granblue fantasy.

[maintained]

FUN HOUSE ▶ ₪ The Mark of the Destroyer.

[ There's some moment spent shaking off bits of crystals from his body and feathers. It may have been a trick of light, where there was a soft glow of light of six wings bared on his back before they're gone and the young man just considers his surroundings. It's so.. foreign. He has no memory of this place, and for a moment his thoughts consider what he last remembers and it shows in the knitting of his brows.

An arm curls around his mid torso as if holding something in, or checking for something before it drops. His steps seem a little unbalanced at first, the Supreme primarch getting recovery of his awakening and soon making his way around. The landscapes and colors stand so brightly and continue to strike in the background while he moves, aware his steps aren't alone. His recovery is short lived, what with a quiet but audible pitched buzzing and suddenly he's dropping to a knee with a grunt. Rune marks seem to spread on one side of his body and the unbalance of it shows. He wouldn't have realized had he not seen the peaking of markings by his hand.

When he tries again he nearly barrels into another person, feeling half of his weight in lead and he sighs with apology. supreme primarch btw ] Sorry, I don't think my body has adjusted just yet.

[ Which isn't an entire lie, but he has no idea what to explain of the marks painfully aware on his right hand. ]

EXPLORATION ▶ A compilation of Idols.

[ With their arrivals into the city, it seems plenty of them have time to do some exploring and traveling on their down time. A chance to get familiar with their temporary residence. It's Lucifer's thoughts as he walks around with a curious and observing gaze. Everything is so... different and not something he's put thoughts together about.

Well... that was until some random street performances came to pick people from anybody who happens to be passing by. Which unfortunately seems to be this angel and any unfortunate person who happens to be nearby. Any protests from either are ignored if there are any, no time for any shame and suddenly idol clothes are donned.

Lucifer isn't too sure about his clothes nor familiar to the state of dancing the performers are trying to drag the newly pair into. No time for pratice as now the music starts and expectations are made.

Awoooooo-- ]

WILDCARD ▶ Let's get creative.

[ just toss anything else in here?! ]

Djeeta | Granblue Fantasy

[danchousan]

b

Hyaaaah!

[ Djeeta is running up to the pegasus and despite her small figure, she's keeping abreast with it. She swings her sword in graceful arcs, trying to get the creature to yield but it's clear that not being fed and fatigue is taking its toll on her. Her movements are getting less sharp and in a moment of distraction, the Pegasus turns away from her and starts stomping in a frenzy. ]

Watch out!

[ Oh no, it's turned its attention to whoever was there. She runs and catapults herself onto whoever it was, tackling them to the ground as the pegasus flew away into the sky. ]

I'm sorry about that, are you alright?

i
[ can't talk too busy eating

Or rather it's clear that this girl has the plate the size of her head and is eating with great gusto. She's starving and she can consume everything on here. Sorry if she's ignoring you but Djeeta isn't really! It's just that her stomach was rumbling. Feel free to marvel at how much she's consuming in one go or ask her how she managed to fit all that food in one plate. Her appetite isn't as ravenous as Lyria's but she was just really hungry! ]

wildcard
[ don't like anything here? then hit me up with something ]

zeta | granblue fantasy

[arvess]

a (⍢)

Stupid bugs-

[The runes on her skin, mostly on her revealing stomach thanks to her armor, feel like they put her skin on fire. She has no idea how to fix these feelings, but she needs to fight something. Fighting to get off this edge of uneasiness, that usually what makes her feel better. She always smashed some crystals with her spear, but it's not enough. She needs something to tire her out or something to just fix the pain, but that's not as fun as fighting it out.]

Back off unless you want a fight! I'm not in the mood! [She's extremely aggressive to everyone she sees, warning them to back off even if it's a familiar face. Familiar faces might make her a bit less weary, but she still states her warning as the bugs really put her on edge.]

i.

[Moonblessed, huh... Then again, anything about "the moon" sort of just rings in her head due to the organization she works for back at home. There is a lot of unanswered mysteries, but she knows one thing for sure: Moon people are so weird.]

Hey. If you are not going to eat that, pass it over. Can't waste it! [Don't mind her, she is just taking advantage of the hot food.]

wildcard.

[hit me up with whatever tbh.]

Jamie Hemeros, Zoids /0 | Trans9 CRAU

[poorlycopingstrategist]

- LISA FRANK! A!
[Jamie's honestly seen weirder places than this, but he's never been alone on an alien planet, so his apprehension is steadily building by the time the mosquito bites him and he starts tripping balls. The apparent addition of writhing tentacle plants, sapient piles of twigs, people with snakes for arms, and stone pillars with voices that sound like a thousand screaming children does not improve things for him. He's not sure if he's actually on a different planet, in a particularly horrific Sensorium adventure, or undergoing some bizarre new form of psychological testing, but whatever the hell is going on he'd like it to stop now, please.

He is therefore Very Excited when he sees something familiar and welcome, a towering blue shape in the near distance, observing the surroundings dispassionately. Jamie practically squeals and runs to the Geno Saurer, throwing himself at one dusty silver footclaw and snuggling against it gratefully.]

Oh man I'm so glad you're here, you have no idea how much I missed you I have no idea what's happening and - [Sudden movement from the corner of his eye draws his attention, and he straightens to wave over the nearest wandering person. He guesses it's a person, anyway.] Hey! Hey, c'mon. Are you lost too? We can use my Zoid to get a better idea of where we are. C'mon, I'll help you climb up.

[He pats the Geno's claw, except it's not actually a claw, it's a rock. Jamie that's just a pile of rocks.]

- INTERSTELLAR! G!
[Well that was unpleasant. Jamie's been poked and manhandled more than he cares for today, and the chance to hole up in a small, quiet room for a bit is a welcome respite. He lies down on the bed intending to just get his thoughts in order, and ends up dozing off despite himself, napping fitfully until something awakens him. It's not a graceful awakening, either, as he bolts upright and screeches.]

NO, I DON'T WANT A SEDATIVE!

[Is this a common thing for him? Yes.]

- WILDCARD!
[Once inside the city, he can be found watching the cleaning bots like a nerd, observing Caelus Tower and Crystaluna, or poking around the Lunar Scientia library. Or make up your own prompt, I'm game for p much anything.]