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▶ TDM .001
▶ Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House
anytime, anywhere on the moon Iris | top
Everything is darkness except for dim lights sparkling in the distance, a faint gleam that greets you as you start to unfurl from your dormant state. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Throat parched and skin dry and aching, you grope your body in alarm to make sure your possessions are still in place. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers only rewards you with an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.
▶ 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.
▶ 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.
▶ Wildcard
Lunatia, Prismatica | top
It only takes a couple hours for the ships to reach their home planet. The ships drop the characters off at the city of Lunatia, where they will be given their communication devices and a plastic card they can present to certain landlords at any residential district for their subsidized (read: absolutely free) lodging. Officials at Prisma instructed the newcomers to await further instructions from the government, but you have a lot of time to kill before then. Why not explore in the meantime? Learn the ins and outs of the world, get a job, transform under the full moon, and discover the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!
TDM OVERFLOW can be found here!
anytime, anywhere on the moon Iris | top
Everything is darkness except for dim lights sparkling in the distance, a faint gleam that greets you as you start to unfurl from your dormant state. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Throat parched and skin dry and aching, you grope your body in alarm to make sure your possessions are still in place. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers only rewards you with an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.
A ⬤ As you traverse the near-barren landscape, you feel something sting your skin. It's small and subtle at first, then you finally catch sight of it: an elegant, crystalline mosquito buzzing around from the corner of your eye. However, a pest is still a pest. After a while, marks near your welts begin to form strange patterns on your skin, mimicking ancient runes. Each rune has with it a particular side-effect that may hinder you on your journey:✾ The Mark of the Enchanter: Hallucinations, hallucinations galore. Your character will see everything and anything their imagination can conjure and will have difficulty separating reality from fiction.
₪ The Mark of the Destroyer: Limbs start to cease their function, causing you to stumble or try and get around one-handed. Other certain body parts may be affected as well. Look at the bright side: you can stop worrying about jiggle physics and hiding your fear boner.
⍢ The Mark of the Sinner: Your hunger, your thirst, your fatigue and your desire are at an all-time high. Your impulses are rabid and uncontrollable. Maybe you experience only one of those symptoms. Maybe you experience them all. All you know is that you want relief now.
These effects will eventually clear up with a bit of accidental or purposeful physical contact with another person, making you wonder if there was anything wrong with you at all.
B ⬤ Hunger starts to gnaw at you vigorously. Perhaps you consider hunting the moon's creatures to sate your hunger. That's when you see it: a thick, meaty, juicy meal on legs.No, we're not talking about Alex Louis Armstrong. A wild silver-white pegasus runs across the purple landscape, its hair billowing in the wind as its hooves smack loudly against the ground. Try and shoot it, and you may find your efforts curtailed by its legendary rage. Eyes aglow and wings beating up a storm, this pegasus is no dainty horse. Two thousand pounds of pure muscle swoop down and charge at you, all blades and ammunition deflecting off its impenetrable skin. Taming appears impossible; it will buck anyone away and leave a sizable horn- or hoof-shaped hole in them for their efforts. Hunting it, however, should be easier. Relatively.
C ⬤ Or you may decide that you'd like to take a drink in the prismatic waters. A small pond can be found just a few miles away from where you first awoke, but gazing into it reflects what appears to be a window into your own world. You see the faces of loved ones or at least someone very close and familiar to you gathered around your prone body, shaking it frantically as though to try and rouse you, yet your image lies frozen and unresponsive, not even a whisper of life running through you. Did you die in your world? Is this your afterlife? The questions start to pile up along with the gnawing dread that you may never return home again.
▶ Camp Nowhere
anytime, anywhere on the moon iris | top
Time moves strangely when you're trapped on a moon with no sun to guide you. Hours feel like days, and days feel like weeks. Travelling has rendered you weak and tired. Luckily, a few crystal formations in the shape of a cavern may offer you a small place refuge as you decide to nap. You notice a few artifacts left over from previous explorers.
D ⬤ A comm unit abandoned within the cavern will display the former owner's idol obsession. As you tap the buttons indiscriminately, a holographic screen will appear, and you will see a fabulous recorded concert featuring three bubbly young ladies in animal print, singing to you about something called Cordis, a cat, and a bag of gems. Does this make any sense to you? Probably not, but the beat is catchy. You may even find yourself tapping a foot along to it. Don’t worry. We know it’s plastic love.
E ⬤ There's a small cooler-like container of preserved powdered food bags labeled with only the word “Edible” that can be safely consumed. Although the powder tastes as bland as you’d expect, it’s oddly filling, sating either hunger or thirst. But who will be the first — and the bravest — to try eating them?
F ⬤ A strange, pointed instrument is among the effects found in the cavern. It's silver, long, and thin with a curved end and a light. When you grip it with warm hands, it seems to vibrate enthusiastically and comes in three settings indicated by a frowny face, a neutral face, and a happy face. What could it mean exactly? No one knows, but you can fiddle with it to your heart's desire. Just don't ask yourself where it's been before. You don't want to know.
▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble
prisma, iris | top
Over a day has passed when a group of people find you worse for wear. Some are full of uncertainty and fear while some are full of curiosity and excitement. They claim that they are scientists from the planet Prismatica here to investigate the sudden appearances of rainbow crystals in the skies. That means you and the others they’ve located within the area. You are all a surprising find to them, and they are quick to load everyone in their transport vehicles for examination and questioning.
You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why are the pegasi so ill-tempered? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They do have questions on their own, so it’s only fair to trade. They tell you about their world as they poke and prod you, trying to understand what you are and how you came into their land. If they’re not trembling in fear, some of them may ask you odd and invasive questions in return, such as what the rate at which your body achieves thermoregulation is, how long your refractory period is, and if you would be willing to submit various kinds of body fluids to them. It's up to whether you wish to comply or protest.
G ⬤ If you react violently, you will be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. They came prepared, so have fun with that! In any case, conscious or not, you’ll be brought into one of the transport vehicles. If you choose to peacefully cooperate, you’ll be provided any necessary first aid and a refreshing drink to help you recuperate after the rough time you had for the past few days. Each transport vehicle has a few small rooms to rest in, but due to the limited space, you’ll have to snuggle up with someone else on that bunk bed. Unfortunately, the moonshine fruit the ship is also carrying in its cargo has an extremely sweet smell that’s been permeating through certain areas of the ventilation system… Taking a whiff of it may inebriate you for the rest of the trip.
H ⬤ It’s a bumpy ride as terrain vehicles draw over various crystal formations until you see a large dome-like structure up ahead. Within its confines lies the seat of the Prismatica's government, Prisma. It’s a bureaucratic wet dream: skyscrapers practically touch the upper surface of the dome, windows glimmer with a prismatic sheen as daylight hits them, and small ships can be seen flying to and from its spaceport. The scientists, members of the Lunar Scientia, usher you into their facilities for tests. Arrivals are likely to twitch, tremble, and panic as Lunar Scientia fellows take and broadcast every embarrassing, unfiltered detail about you — height, weight, age, strange odors, estimated frequency of sexual activity —- to one another. These scientists will ask you politely to undress, too, but understand if you don't want to. They're especially fascinated by the readings of pure Chroma inside you, whispering among one another excitedly about the possibility of the new arrivals being a new moon species. What should they call them? Moonborne? Moonblessed?
I ⬤ At long last, the questions and physical examinations are done. They’ve decided to call the arrivals as the Moonblessed. They’ll take you under their care until they understand more about you. You're allowed a very refreshing hot shower and a warm meal for your efforts. Don’t worry, the meal was imported from their planet. “Planet?” you might ask, but you won’t need to wonder for too long. The ships are preparing for their next destination: the nearby planet Prismatica, where you will be dwelling for the time being. You're free to explore the government center until then.
▶ Wildcard
Lunatia, Prismatica | top
It only takes a couple hours for the ships to reach their home planet. The ships drop the characters off at the city of Lunatia, where they will be given their communication devices and a plastic card they can present to certain landlords at any residential district for their subsidized (read: absolutely free) lodging. Officials at Prisma instructed the newcomers to await further instructions from the government, but you have a lot of time to kill before then. Why not explore in the meantime? Learn the ins and outs of the world, get a job, transform under the full moon, and discover the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!
TDM OVERFLOW can be found here!
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[this Robin, from a city where physical contact was very normal, takes the grab to his shoulders without smacking her away or dodging backward. he does protest her taking off his head with a "hey!" but it just turns more into:]
Hrmph!?
[when she mashes his cheeks together and calls him a wanker. well. if he wasn't sure this was the same Megumi that he remembers, he is now. he had been cautious about what he said to her but it was for nothing. there's... some kind of immediate solidarity in having someone who remembers that city.
he pulls one hand off his face so he can TALK.]
Were you expecting me to answer those with my face all pushed together like that?
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You've spoken with more things in your mouth, this wouldn't be a problem.
[ She's not going to elaborate what, but- relief floods through her before she just moves in and hugs him tightly before he can argue. It's warm and comforting- and most of all, familiar, as she does. ]
It really is you, you carrot-spike. And-
[ She pauses, pushing down his cape and lifting his head with a hand to his chin to look at his throat. ]
The mark's not there!! We really did leave!
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too late, she's hugging him. he doesn't expect that. it's a full-body one where her arms are entirely around him and her head is beneath his chin. where she can't see, his expression eases and he exhales before patting and rubbing one of her ears.
god damn her nicknames for him. he can't help it, a startled laugh bursts out of him. carrot-spike is a new one. why can't she just pick one? in her pause, he opens his mouth to speak and nearly BITES HIS OWN TONGUE.
WHY IS SHE SO PHYSICAL.
now he does step back, away, and adjusts his collar and rubs his throat where his tattoo used to be.]
We left only to land on the damn moon. [he actually looks... troubled.] But that's as much as I can tell you. I have no idea how we got here or if this is any moon I'm familiar with. I hope not. I really, really hope not.
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... definitely doesn't look like any moon I know. Unless we're talking about your arse.
[ Excuse her as she circles around and gives his buttcheek a squeeze. ]
That's the one I know, aye. But- does this mean we've disappeared from Duplicity? Is this where people who leave end up? I thought we'd be able to go home...
[ She looks troubled, before sighing and shaking her head. ]
Well, come on over here. I could use the warmth. And this thing only plays one song!
[ Now she's just dragging his hand over to where the comm is, her ears flicking back and forth- ]
Glad it was you who ended up here with... I was going to be right on angry if I ended up alone again!
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HE WAS NOT!!! TALKING ABOUT HIS ASS!! and his shout is very undignified, not that Robin is all that dignified, to begin with. he's flushed, staring at her incredulously. first, she smacks it and now she squeezes.
his ASS IS NOT FREE REAL ESTATE.
only this woman has the balls to grope him and then go on as if she hadn't just. he's still red and agitated after she invites him deeper into the cavern, dragging him along, and he feels like he can't get a word in edgewise when it comes to her.
and then she leaves him speechless, just like that. she's glad it's him.
should he just give up when it comes to Megumi, too?
but maybe she won't feel that way any longer when he reaches up and tugs on one of her flicking ears.]
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Funny how being completely displaced can make you forget the tension you were having before arriving here.
Because then it leads to idiots tugging her absolutely adorable ears and she yelps, flailing as she seats his hand off. ]
Oi, that's not for going rough on, arse!
[ Just for that, she reaches over and grabs his nose, holding it for a bit and making a face at him— but then, he just looks so ridiculous that she starts to giggle and her ears wiggle as she lets go, instead moving her hand to his cheek and pushing his head close so she can bump foreheads with him. ]
Dummy. You're just a big dummy.
[ There's soft purring now, though she sighs and looks up at him. ]
What now, though? I never thought we'd end up on some.. moon. This is pushing the whole Keeper of the Moon thing a little too on the nose, aye?
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My ass isn't for smacking, pussy.
[or his nose for pinching. he scowls at her for it -- scowls at her making a face and considers what he can do to punish her for doing whatever she wants to him. she shouldn't be able to do that.
any idea he could come up with blanks out. her giggle, her ears, putting her forehead against his. purring. calling him a dummy. well, that last one he's a little irritated about. though it doesn't sound altogether insulting.
nor is she altogether wrong, either.
gah, what the hell.]
What now? Why are you asking me... ? [his experience on the moon before now was fighting. fighting and ultimately losing and dying. every time.
keeper of the moon. she did tell him something about that once. ah. wait.]
Oooh! [a snap of his fingers.] Maybe you've been summoned to be the Queen of the Moon.
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[ It's not the first time someone's called her pussy, though at his suggestion, she makes a deadpan expression. ]
- Queen of the Moon, really? Who the hells is my King? Not that a King ought to have any power. And if it's you, I'll-
[ She very pointedly remembers the time he was repeatedly mistaken for her husband, and her ears stand upright at the memory, before she goes red and huffs! ]
A-Anyroad!! Take that cloak off- did you get bitten by anything? I have to examine you to be sure!
[ ... no, it's not an excuse, she's genuinely worried.
Except maybe it's an excuse. She just likes touching him, okay. ]
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of which, he refuses to take this cloak off considering what it is.
if it's him? then what? he raises an eyebrow at her blushing and huffing.
... ohhhh. oh. hahaha. she thought of him as her King, didn't she? sorry, Megumi. he's already a Faceless King. no the King of the Moon.
it kind of leaves a bad taste in his mouth -- not that it's any fault of hers.]
No, I don't want to be examined and I'm not taking this cloak off. [he got bitten but HE'S FINE NOW, THANKS.]
If you want my clothes off, you're gonna have to do better than that.
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[ She has her Ways, Robin, does he really want to start this now. She does reach over and grabs his face in both hands again, this time looking closely at his eyes. ]
Pupils are normal.. color is fine. But you're looking nervous, Carrot Stick. [ He's going to be every variation of carrot at this rate. ]
And smelling it too.
[ Actually he smells just fine— as much as she can smell changes in a body's physical state anyway. Her hands move to his shoulders. ]
Are you really going to disobey the amazing and radiant Moon Queen now?
[ For shame, Robin. She's obviously teasing but there's definitely some concern there- when isn't it? ]
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I'm not a carrot!
[he is definitely nervous, though. it's a thorn in his side that she's able to tell just by looking at him.
calling herself Moon Queen is definitely a tease but there's a brief tense in his posture.]
Disobeying nobles is my specialty, actually. [his hands reach up for hers, pulling them off his shoulders.] I'm not nervous and quit smelling me. Are you a cat or a dog?
[knowing she's going to A) say he is or B) declare he's something else he fills in the gap for her.]
I've just got a bad feeling...
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Though when he does fill that in, she lets out a huff- watching his expression, then... ]
Well we are on a strange moon. You ought to be. Anything could happen.
[ wow, she sounds sympathetic and cautious. She's actually behaving. Maybe this place has her a bit unsettled too?
Yeah, he wishes—]
Like a surprise attack!
[ Almost instantly, her hands go to his sides and her fingers tickle up to his armpits, and she uses his shock to find the opening of his cape. At the very least, she's familiar with it enough to find the ties and-
Fwoosh!
Off it goes, and she grins cheekily before holding the cape out of the way. ]
Mine, now!
[ And now that she can see his arms, she tugs the fabric over herself to cover her bare shoulders and grabs Robin's arm to tug him up against herself- strong enough as she makes him use her as a pillow so she can relax against the wall. ]
You worry way too much. I haven't smelled anyone else coming this way for malms. Now settle down already. I'm cold.
[ Yep, she's probably purring with his head against her shoulder now! ]
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O-oi, hah! Haha, s-stop!
[all those protests of his are interrupted by his own laughter. forced by her hands but context doesn't matter. who cares? Robin is being tickled and laughing and the world is great. thank you.
until she steals his cape. LOOK. HE HAS!! TRAUMAS WITH THAT CAPE!! this girl with GIANT TITS wanted to use it as a ribbon or something?! he's about to fight Megumi for his mantle, ready to take it by force--]
Megumi, you... !
[she is pulling him in against her, pulling his head against her shoulder. he fights her, she drags him back. no matter what he does or says, she doesn't let him go. he slumps against her side, his surrender very physical and bodily.]
The hell is a malm? [he asks as he adjusts them, pulling her into his lap, against his chest, and then draping his mantle over her body as he leans back against the uncomfortable cave wall.]
And I don't wanna be told I worry too much from someone as fussy as you.
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Watching him laugh, even though it's encouraged by her tickling, is enchanting to her and she feels her heart swell with joy. When did the world start looking brighter around him? She finds her ears wiggling in delight, especially when he looks so carefree. It's a far cry from the distanced look he tries to wear, from the kind of harsh looks he was trying to give her, but it feels so far away now when he rearranged their positions and draws her onto his lap.
She's smaller and fits perfectly in a curl on his lap, reaching for the cape to properly cover them and resting her head against his shoulder. There's a soft purr that begins to rumble forth from her and she rolls her eyes at the question— ]
You don't know know what fulms, yalms and malms are? Did they teach you anything in your world? They're units of measurement and distance.
[ She gives him a half-hearted smack against his chest before wrapping an arm across his front and nestling in comfortably between his legs so he doesn't have too much of her weight on him. His scent is comforting and she continues her soft purring vibrations before letting her ears flick against his arm. ]
We're in another land together. Almost makes me feel like it's a conspiracy at this point.
[ To keep us adventuring together is implied, but she'll leave it at that. ]
I don't mind it so much if we've found each other again, though...
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he makes a fist at his side as she gets comfortable and purrs. the other comes up and starts petting at her head, as if the purring and her curling up is too cat-like and his body merely reacts as any human would to a cat curling up and purring.
what's next? is she going to start kneading?
no, but, seriously. the fuck are those units of measurement??? what happened to the metric system that everyone but America uses?! he doesn't deserve that smack for not knowing what she's talking about.]
... You don't have to say things like that to me. [mainly because it unsettles him. in a good way? but unsettles him all the same.] You should mind it. You're stuck in another weird place and they could force you to do weird things again. Or even worse. Just because I'm here──
Maybe you're here because of me. You could be home, instead. Wouldn't that be the best case scenario?
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