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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!
Jakob | Fire Emblem Fates
[LSD FUN HOUSE]
[A & C]
[It was not exactly the place Jakob wishes he was at right now. But most people around here seemed to share that sentiment already. So he knows he's no special case.
He tried not to think much of the crystalline insects buzzing around. He even would try to swat some away with a wave of a hand that was covered in a black gauntlet as he muttered his annoyances.
It was when there was a sting and eventually feeling no feeling in his left left that left Jakob stumbling near a pond that he was walking by. As he tried to get himself up with only leg working, he had looked into the lake and stopped in place at what he saw. Felicia. Flora. Gunter. ...Lord Corrin. All of them looking over what seems to be himself unresponsive.
A hand over his mouth to cover his gasp. Dear heavens... Milord.
When he arrived at that town with the assigned roles... He didn't recall being in such a state before he got there. But arriving here... What happened?
Being left with more questions than answers, he gives a frustrated huff as he got up the best he could. But that results in stumbling into the nearest person that might've been nearby. Damn this... Damn it all...!!! ]
[Camp Nowhere: E]
[ Just.... Going to hand this to the nearest person in a huff. Honestly. He'd rather hunt for something and cook the best this butler could over a fire and with whatever is available. ]
Perhaps you will need this more than I do.
[ ...Not that Jakob will admit he is hesitant to try it. Nope. No sir. ]
[INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE]
[G&I]
[ Well. Considering Jakob had been spirited away to a place that had assigned roles for the residents participating in a program, the butler wasn't going to take kindly to being taken somewhere to be examined. Again. So it was a given he'd be knocked out or force for trying to resist until he eventually couldn't.
But he had to say...
It felt different. It wasn't the most welcoming comfort. But anything was better than the last place, he supposed. Maybe it was the strong whiff of the moonshine fruit that was beginning to placate him slowly. But even if he was, he was less inclined to approach anyone willingly. Just observe people nearby to see if anyone was familiar or stood out to him.
[ Wildcard]
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A/C
As immovable as a brick wall, he keeps his balance when Jakob stumbles into him, and arms quickly appear around the man to steady him and prevent falling the rest of the way to the ground in his state.]
Attempting to walk with a compromised leg may result in injury. [Especially when the ground seems to be covered with sharp, tiny crystal shards.]
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The first thing that popped into the butler's head as he processed who caught him. Maybe it was the disorientation from what he just saw in the lake or
a side effect of the insect's bitesfrom fatigue from trying to navigate with a leg not really working...'Ah. I must be imagining things.'
The butler resisted the urge to say anything and bit his tongue to keep from looking as pitiful as he probably already did. Thankfully, he wasn't delirious as the other less fortunate. Especially after he got a better look at this man who seemingly caught him with ease. (Much to Jakob's embarrassment, but won't show it.) ...No pointed ears and and hair a significantly different white from his master even if it looked similar. And those same hue of red eyes didn't quite have the gentleness like his master's, as well.
So... Jakob is just. Going to try to get himself up straight as he can manage with a not-quite-working leg as he let a hand stay atop this stranger's shoulder and then let go to lean on his own healing staff. He looked like he had been running a marathon just from trying to keep balanced, with the help of his staff in his hand now having to be used as a walking stick.]
I beg your pardon... Especially for having to do that. But I don't really have interest in laying around until the effects wear off.
[Likely because he's a stubborn one, but. He won't say it. ]
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What he will do is move one of his hands to the butler's chin, fingertips gently brushing along the skin of his jaw to cradle it as one might a lover. This gesture, of course, violently clashes with the utter lack of expression upon Yaha-kui zaShunina's face. A contradiction of soft touch and hard eyes.
If his observations are accurate, even this small level of physical contact should relieve at least some of the symptoms.]
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Normally, Jakob would be quick to bat the hand away with absolute defiance at contact from a stranger. But it never came. Any words he might've had were stuck in his throat and never to spill out.
In fact, the only reaction was those purple eyes widening in surprise, a gasp from him, and Jakob's hand instinctively reaching for one of his concealed weapons had dropped the dagger that it reached for; the metal blade clattering to the ground around them. ...Maybe a look at those red eyes, that still could remind him of his lord, kept him from barking threats and sated with more of surprise and less of anger.
His staff in his hand had clattered to the ground in the same surprised manner like his dagger. But at least the butler was not falling over (again) without the staff's support, if that was indicating that the touch was working, if Yaha-kui zaShunina needed the confirmation. Jakob will take one shaking step back and doesn't intend to let his eyes off this odd man he's come across. He managed to find his ability to speak: ]
W-What on earth are you doing...?!
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Yaha-kui zaShunina allows the man his retreat without pursuit, content to silently confirm the results of his theory as he watches Jakob stand on his own two feet. His hands remain awkwardly hovering as though still supporting him, as if the prospect of moving them hasn't quite occurred to him yet.]
Physical contact has been observed to counteract the venom of the insect that had bitten you. [He explains, lifting the hand with which he'd caressed Jakob's face as he explains.] Direct skin contact appears to be more effective. [His lips draw into a smile that was surely intended to be warm and reassuring, but it doesn't reach his eyes--the unnatural smile of a being who is unused to using his face to express himself, and so it's just off by the slightest amount.]
I simply administered treatment.
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[Whether his cheeks were warm from the touch that lingered when he retreated from it or if his cheeks were flushed (and they were, if the other man was able to observe it), he wasn't sure nor too interested in knowing. He's slowly picking up his staff and dagger now in a less-shaking hand...]
Just... Explain yourself before making such forward actions. [Because surely, the other man would not have appreciated a dagger at his throat...
As a retainer, Jakob's lord had been sheltered from people and the rest of the world for most of his life, so Jakob couldn't help but be reminded of a casual moment of his lord touching him just like that and Jakob making exasperated (but not hating it) statements about how "this might not be well received by other people, so please be careful of doing that, milord.". But? His master was more of a naive innocence and genuinely not knowing better. This man... There seemed to be a similar aura of naivety and not-understanding-cues here, but didn't seem quite as blissfully ignorant as his lord? This was really odd and Jakob can't put his finger on why this is unsettling. ]
However. T-Thank you, I suppose... [Whether for the cure or for catching him and preventing him from falling into sharp stones on the ground, Jakob is not going to clarify willingly. He's not a man who frequently says that phrase or 'sorry', but is not above saying it when it is warranted! Like it was now. Though prickly, he has some manners, as a royal retainer/servant should! ]
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To explain first would delay the provision of relief--this was more efficient. [Because why concern oneself with how the other party feels about something when you already know the solution to their problems? Explaining things takes up valuable time that could be better applied doing.
At Jakob's expression of gratitude (regardless of how awkward), zaShunina's smile broadens somewhat, creeping just a little bit out of the uncanny valley toward something more natural. Then again, the effect is likely ruined immediately when a floating, disembodied hand appears from thin air to point at the staff Jakob retrieved from the ground.]
What is that? [Because it doesn't look like the human needs a cane to walk...]
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LSD Fun House
Watch it!
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Working leg or not working leg he has to drag/limp with, he will give whoever did that a piece of his mind. After that, he's going to leer over at who did that. ]
Who on earth do you think you are-
[ His indignant ranting stops quick when he sees just who it was. He looks annoyed and unimpressed now upon seeing the outlaw. His hands on his staff grip, to keep his temper in check.
(And he might fail to keep his temper if Niles pushes his buttons enough.)]Ah, so it's you, of all people. What's the matter, Niles? I thought you were all for getting into peoples' personal spaces like the perverted lout you are.