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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!
3!!!!!!!!!!
Not that Prompto has any idea about just who his prospective bunkmate is when he wanders into the sleeping quarters of the transport. Even if he is exhausted, physically and emotionally, he's still positively wired, electrified from head to toe by this turn of events that is somehow even stranger than the last almost-year of his life has been. It's only after some of the Prismals practically shove him towards the bunks (in an effort to get him out of their hair for awhile, probably) that Prompto finally relents and does so. Maybe if he lies down he'll manage to unwind a bit. Maybe by counting chocobos...
...Needless to say, he isn't expecting to stumble onto his best friend at the foot of the bunk. Kinda literal on the stumbling, too — he kicks the heel of Noct's boot by accident, mumbles an apology, before looking, really looking at who it is.
...Noct. It's Noctis.
He gasps out loud, a grin immediately splitting his face. This time, he does kick Noct's boot on purpose, before leaning over to muss his 'do. Noctis is lucky, for now — if he weren't already on the floor, he might've been tackled with a hug anyway.
But Prompto can't help it. He wasn't sure he would ever see his friend again, not just once, but twice, and his relief, his joy is absolutely immeasurable. ]
Heh, you mean it? I don't even have to kick your ass at cards for the bed this time?
[ He's missed you, buddy. He'll get to that. But for now, he fits perfectly back into form, into the bond they've shared for so many years now. ]
howdy stranger
Hey—
[ Noct's eyes snap open and immediately widen. Prompto? He's here, too? Tired as he is, and sure this has all got to be in his head, he starts to smile.
And then gets kicked again for his efforts, which he grunts about, and his hair mussed, which he tries his best to block. What the hell kind of greeting is this? He doesn't want his hair to end up looking like a chocobo nest, like some people's... ]
Sorry, deal's off the table. I said no kicking. The bed's mine.
[ With a hand on the wall for support, he stands up again, but doesn't go right for the bed just yet. He's trying to play it straight, to asked as pissed as they're pretending, but... He's just really happy to see his friend again. The smile gives him away, but he still tries to keep up the game. ]
I hope you enjoy the floor.
we meet at last...
C'mon, you look so cozy down there! Sure you wanna throw that off? You're already halfway to a nap.
[ But then Noctis actually does stand up, to the shock and awe of all. Well — all the better for Prompto to throw an arm around his shoulders and pull him into a half-stranglehold, half-hug. ]
After you ditched me in the mermaid world and everything...
[ ...He...does remember the mermaid world, right? ]
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Don't tempt me.
[ He doesn't fight the hold too much, grateful for the familiarity, the realness of a living person so close. Of a good friend. But he does shove Prompto a little more roughly away when he gets to that last part, about being ditched. ]
Mermaid world?
[ Noctis's memory skips back. The desert, the crystal, Zegnautus Keep... Nothing even close to mermaids in any of those places. This is going to end in a stupid joke, isn't it. He shouldn't've asked. ]
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He wouldn't have responded like that.
It's not enough to take the joy out of the moment, but it is enough for a fist to tighten around his heart. ]
C'mon, you're telling me you forgot a world full of fish people?
[ Prompto crosses his arms over his chest, trying to look a bit more confidence and laid back than he's feeling right now. ]
Guess the name "Astoria" or a group called "the Circle" don't ring a bell either...do they?
[ He knows what the answer will be, but he...still needs to hear it. ]
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Not even a little.
[ Yeah, he's definitely going to sit down for this. On the bed, this time, since it seems like he's not getting that nap any time soon. rip ]
Want to fill me in?
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He lets out the smallest of sighs, doing his damnedest not to let himself look to rattled. Keep it together, Argentum. ]
Sure do. If...if you wanna hear it now, anyway. Rain checks are available. Come back next week and get a free popcorn!
[ It's his choice. Prompto will do whatever Noct decides. ]
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That 'sleep' option is really tempting, but... Whatever the story is, it's got Prompto really flustered. Probably better for both of them to get it out in the open now. Prompto might explode if he has to keep it to himself any longer. He's not exactly great at relaxing and forgetting about whatever's bothering him, like Noct is.
Agree to listen. ]
I'm more of a pretzels guy.
[ Noct moves over on the bed, bringing a knee up where he's seated, and leaning back against the wall, an open invitation to sit down, instead of the inevitable shuffling and pacing if Prompto keeps to his feet. ]
Let's hear it.
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...He's never been good at holding still. ]
You're gonna think I'm crazy when I tell you this.
[ Well. Crazier. ]
But...before I got to here, I was, uh....kinda in different world. Different from Eos, too. Aaaand that wasn't the only one I went to. Sounds like something straight out of a video game, right? Heh...but it was real.
[ And he can detail that later, but there's one thing that's especially important that Noct should know. ]
You...you were there with me, too, until just a little while ago.
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