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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!
Siegfried | Granblue Fantasy
IA. Lisa Frank’s LSD Fun House
[ The first thing Siegfried registers is the strange, prickly feeling along his skin. It’s not painful, perse, but it is foreign and discomfiting. His thoughts quickly shift to the flashes of colors and the dry, painful ache in his throat, alarm settling in as he realizes he isn’t merely waking up from a deep sleep— no, he is somewhere else entirely.
He searches frantically to make sure everything is in order. He is whole. His armor is intact, even. Though he can only make out vibrant colors and nothing more as far as the eye can see, he does not panic. He moves.
He hardly notices the sting of the mosquito at first, and in fact, notices the strange runes on someone else just ahead before he takes notice of his own. His are concealed beneath layers of armor, after all. Or, if you’re in a similar state of heavy armor, perhaps he takes notice of erratic behavior.
Either way, he’s noticed someone, and that gives him a glimmer of hope for some answers. ]
You! Excuse me. Do you have any idea where we are, or how we might get to civilization? [ Despite his best efforts to sound calm, there is both a sense of urgency and mild pleading in his voice. As the seconds pass, physically he feels worse and worse. ]
IIE. Eating Questionable Things in Camp Nowhere
[ It’s not luxurious, but it’s shelter. And Siegfried has plenty of experience making do with whatever nature, or in this case, “nature” offered in terms of respite from the elements. He isn’t alone, either, as he wasn’t the only one with the idea to use this cavern for the moment. They haven’t even exchanged names before they come across the questionable packets of food(?) labeled EDIBLE.
Siegfried looks towards his companion. Even if he weren’t incredibly hungry, he’d offer the following regardless. ]
If you’re concerned about the presence of poisons... I don’t mind being a taste tester to ensure this is actually edible.
[ This is the same guy who tested whether wild mushrooms were poisonous or not through trial-and-error, so… familiar territory. ]
IIIG. No Interstellar Personal Space
[ He doesn’t refuse the examination. It’s clear from watching others that there’s little point to it, given the sedative quickly administered if anyone resists. It doesn’t help that after the long journey, he is quite fatigued. Despite his best efforts to stay alert and awake, he falls asleep fairly quickly.
The room he’d been shuffled into to rest in that transport vehicle is dark, so it’s easy for you to miss that the bed you’ve been assigned to already has an occupant. If the feel of a warm body next to yours doesn’t clue you in, the sound of confusion as Siegfried comes back to wakefulness will. Years of training have made him a light sleeper. ]
IV. Wildcard
[ Siegfried can be found all around Lunatia once his energy is rejuvenated. He has shifted to street clothing (a questionable self chosen outfit complete with sunglasses) in an effort to blend in as much as possible, and as such, does not draw particular attention. He can be found calmly interrogating locals, studying the architecture and exploring the interior of buildings, and wandering warily through The Lightless. ]
ia.
[ The Mark of the Enchanter ✾ is scattered over his bare chest, and while he's almost certain that there's something amiss about the sight in front of him, Belial can't resist the allure of believing in the sight of Siegfried in a lovely magical girl costume in front of him.
There's no reason to fret over one more hallucination among something that might very well be a nightmare. ]
Did you squeeze into that yourself? Do let me know if you need help getting out.
[ The thigh high socks look positively liquid, and the dress itself lined with such intricate lace that he can't imagine that Siegfried was able to use force to wear it without tearing at the design. Perhaps he's more limber than he looks? ]
i hate you
It's the content of his greeting that helps Siegfried place him and puts him on edge, but even so, it's still incredibly confusing. ]
What are you talking about? [ He's just wearing armor?? And perhaps he'd have more patience normally, but he's beyond famished right now, and this isn't helping. ]
Let's cut the small talk. What is this place? [ Belial seems quite comfortable (then again when isn't he too comfortable?), so he thinks perhaps the other man has an idea. He really, really doesn't know him at all. ]
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He looks at Siegfried like a pet owner might look at a dog that refuses to "shake", the kind of disappointment that honestly hoped for better. ]
Everyone wants to skip to the main course. I'm not sure I'll survive another 2000 years of waiting to be wined and dined.
[ Judging by his frown, it should be fairly obvious that he's not going to offer any real answer. Though even in the best of circumstances Belial's snake tongue would likely sooner spontaneously combust than offer any genuine guidance. ]
Should I be flattered you think this is all a ruse I planned?
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[This wouldn't sound much like dramatic evil laughter if he wasn't in The Lightless, but the echoes and dim lighting helps. Siegfried will find that the voice comes from above. There, Yan Qing hangs from the top of a street lamp, his hair idly blowing in the evening breeze.]
What's with the tracksuit, my guy? It's like you wanna be killed!
[He means to say "hello".]
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He hesitates before answering, because he recognizes that voice, and when he looks up, the man's identity. Well, sort of. ]
Is that what you intend to do? I hope you'll remember such a feat won't be easy.
[ He's already ran into a few people who remembered their time in Duplicity, so he assumes this instance will be the same... ]
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[He sound around the street lamp once.]
Hold on. Remember? Have we met? That's a galaxy brain pickup line if I've ever heard one!
[He seems to be taking this in stride, but he also seems not to be taking him so seriously. It's the glasses, Sieg.]
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iiig
Due to the darkness, the heroic spirit didn't immediately register that the bed had already been occupied until his backside brushed up against Siegfried (Karna is also quite bare so that's something to think about.)
And just to make sure this wasn't another hallucination, his hand reaches out to feel the body next to him. ]
Hm. Somebody is already sleeping here.
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Hm—?
[ He isn't quite bare, but out of his armor and in simple pants and a t-shirt, it's alarming to be suddenly touched while so vulnerable, and he tenses.
He quickly realizes that the unknown person is (probably) not a threat. ]
Who are you?
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Uh oh, Karna didn't mean to wake him up. But it can't be helped with all of that invasive touching.
Ah, this is where he's supposed to introduce himself, right? How does one properly introduce themselves without making the other person uncomfortable? Smile and talk gently: ]
I'm Karna.
[ And, by the way, his hand still hasn't left the other man's body. ]
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iie. eating out
Percival opens his mouth to say something along the lines of 'Siegfried, you're here?' but honestly he's just. so tired. Waking up in odd places, finding dirt in odd places, still carrying that weird image of his former captain hugging an oversized inflatable dick in the back of his mind. How does one even say hello after that? ]
...I'd object were it anyone but you, yet I have no doubt you'll survive it.
[ Nothing else has killed Siegfried so far, so he might as well have at it. ]
At least tell me if the taste is amenable. I am not about to put just anything in my mouth.
u would
Well, if one of us doesn't give it a try, it's possible neither of us will survive another day here.
[ He opens the packet and looks puzzled as he takes some of the powder and scoops it into his hands. This isn't food?? ]
Perhaps these packages were mislabeled... or could this be a spice of some sort?
[ Well, he's going to dip a finger in and take a lick. ]
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If it is food, it must be some kind of broth or soup that needs to be mixed with hot water like bouillon cubes. Let me see that.
[ He sniffs at it curiously, unable to detect any particular scent. If anything smells around here, it's Siegfried. And himself... admittedly. Neither of them have had a bath in over a day, and it's becoming noticeable. ]
I don't detect anything, but there's no water around to dissolve it in either. Very well, out of solidarity, I have decided to join you in death. Think nothing of it. I simply can't have you stealing all the glory for yourself again.
[ He removes his gauntlet and takes a very refined swipe and lick of the powder himself. ]
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IA
You're— [ ...Familiar. It's really a wonder Sandalphon can remember anybody's name aboard the Grandcypher when his thoughts are always turned inward, only slightly less self-absorbed than he started. But this man was a dragon knight, if he recalls correctly. Or a 'comrade,' as the singularity might put it.
Not that being crewmates really did them any good here, no dock or ship nowhere in sight. ] No, I don't.
[ Sandalphon swats the crystalline glint of a mite away, frowning as he looks Siegfried over. ]
I recall you being more collected than this. [ He says, not knowing him at all. That's an invitation to tell him what's wrong, by the by. ]
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[ As the sight of the other man comes into clearer view, Siegfried has to hesitate for a moment before deciding that the face before him is indeed familiar. This confirms that he isn't the only one affected.
He draws closer, giving the other man a wry smile and a dry laugh. Or rather, he attempts to, but it's cut short with a pained cough. ]
Is it that obvious? To be honest, I feel pretty weak. If I don't find food or water soon, it'll be difficult for me to go on.
How are you?
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anyway, it's the brightness of the track suit that catches his attention first, squinting at the jacket before he actually recognizes who it is. elmott has never actually interacted with siegfried much on the grandcypher, but he knows he's part of percival's squad. a familiar face is still better than none, however, and elmott figures he should count his blessings while he still can. ]
You couldn't find anything else?
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3g
All right, maybe that's not too unusual. After all, being with someone who he knows he can rely on makes a world of difference. It's easier to hold on and breathe knowing there's someone here that he can speak to about what's happening. Hopefully, exchange information.
Maybe not right now though, considering Siegfried is asleep on the bed. Kamui slides and sits against the wall instead, waiting for either the vehicle to stop or the man to wake up first. ]
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iie
She remembered that one day Siegfried prepared something from a creature that they would not speak about that was found in the middle of Down. It was a fearsome, creature, known to some as a humble insect, and somehow, he transformed it into a marvelous dish.
It was that day, she realised that Siegfried, like Naoise, had an impressive palate that could probably destroy worlds.
She couldn't even announce how happy it is for her to see him because he went straight ahead and said that.]
...D-don't put that into your mouth on my behalf.
[But in a strange world, who even knows. By the way, please be dressed in those clothes here.]
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3E
No, I shall do that. No poison have ever harmed me.
[ At least back there cos if there were to be new kind of poisons here, he's definitely fucked. Or not. But hopefully the former. ]
At least if you would allow me to?
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ia.
(But he keeps seeing things out of the corner of his eye. His brother, walking towards him over a frozen lake. The dead trees of the Ghostlands. A skeletal hand, clawing up from the ground.)
Being surrounded by crystals isn't exactly new, though. Crystalline landscapes are a common enough sight, back where he's from, and though he didn't like all the pricking and so on, walking over this shimmery ground actually feels a little familiar.
But not that familiar.
He rubs his palm as an itchy welt reddens on his pale skin, then turns to the voice that's penetrated the fog.]
Sorry, but I'm just as lost as you are.
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