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Prismatic Mods ([personal profile] prismods) wrote in [community profile] prismaticrap2019-02-22 02:46 pm
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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.

A ⬤ As you traverse the near-barren landscape, you feel something sting your skin. It's small and subtle at first, then you finally catch sight of it: an elegant, crystalline mosquito buzzing around from the corner of your eye. However, a pest is still a pest. After a while, marks near your welts begin to form strange patterns on your skin, mimicking ancient runes. Each rune has with it a particular side-effect that may hinder you on your journey:
The Mark of the Enchanter: Hallucinations, hallucinations galore. Your character will see everything and anything their imagination can conjure and will have difficulty separating reality from fiction.
The Mark of the Destroyer: Limbs start to cease their function, causing you to stumble or try and get around one-handed. Other certain body parts may be affected as well. Look at the bright side: you can stop worrying about jiggle physics and hiding your fear boner.
The Mark of the Sinner: Your hunger, your thirst, your fatigue and your desire are at an all-time high. Your impulses are rabid and uncontrollable. Maybe you experience only one of those symptoms. Maybe you experience them all. All you know is that you want relief now.

These effects will eventually clear up with a bit of accidental or purposeful physical contact with another person, making you wonder if there was anything wrong with you at all.

B ⬤ Hunger starts to gnaw at you vigorously. Perhaps you consider hunting the moon's creatures to sate your hunger. That's when you see it: a thick, meaty, juicy meal on legs. No, we're not talking about Alex Louis Armstrong. A wild silver-white pegasus runs across the purple landscape, its hair billowing in the wind as its hooves smack loudly against the ground. Try and shoot it, and you may find your efforts curtailed by its legendary rage. Eyes aglow and wings beating up a storm, this pegasus is no dainty horse. Two thousand pounds of pure muscle swoop down and charge at you, all blades and ammunition deflecting off its impenetrable skin. Taming appears impossible; it will buck anyone away and leave a sizable horn- or hoof-shaped hole in them for their efforts. Hunting it, however, should be easier. Relatively.

C ⬤ Or you may decide that you'd like to take a drink in the prismatic waters. A small pond can be found just a few miles away from where you first awoke, but gazing into it reflects what appears to be a window into your own world. You see the faces of loved ones or at least someone very close and familiar to you gathered around your prone body, shaking it frantically as though to try and rouse you, yet your image lies frozen and unresponsive, not even a whisper of life running through you. Did you die in your world? Is this your afterlife? The questions start to pile up along with the gnawing dread that you may never return home again.


Camp Nowhere
anytime, anywhere on the moon iris | top

Time moves strangely when you're trapped on a moon with no sun to guide you. Hours feel like days, and days feel like weeks. Travelling has rendered you weak and tired. Luckily, a few crystal formations in the shape of a cavern may offer you a small place refuge as you decide to nap. You notice a few artifacts left over from previous explorers.
D ⬤ A comm unit abandoned within the cavern will display the former owner's idol obsession. As you tap the buttons indiscriminately, a holographic screen will appear, and you will see a fabulous recorded concert featuring three bubbly young ladies in animal print, singing to you about something called Cordis, a cat, and a bag of gems. Does this make any sense to you? Probably not, but the beat is catchy. You may even find yourself tapping a foot along to it. Don’t worry. We know it’s plastic love.

E ⬤ There's a small cooler-like container of preserved powdered food bags labeled with only the word “Edible” that can be safely consumed. Although the powder tastes as bland as you’d expect, it’s oddly filling, sating either hunger or thirst. But who will be the first — and the bravest — to try eating them?

F ⬤ A strange, pointed instrument is among the effects found in the cavern. It's silver, long, and thin with a curved end and a light. When you grip it with warm hands, it seems to vibrate enthusiastically and comes in three settings indicated by a frowny face, a neutral face, and a happy face. What could it mean exactly? No one knows, but you can fiddle with it to your heart's desire. Just don't ask yourself where it's been before. You don't want to know.


Interstellar Action Force Assemble
prisma, iris | top

Over a day has passed when a group of people find you worse for wear. Some are full of uncertainty and fear while some are full of curiosity and excitement. They claim that they are scientists from the planet Prismatica here to investigate the sudden appearances of rainbow crystals in the skies. That means you and the others they’ve located within the area. You are all a surprising find to them, and they are quick to load everyone in their transport vehicles for examination and questioning.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why are the pegasi so ill-tempered? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They do have questions on their own, so it’s only fair to trade. They tell you about their world as they poke and prod you, trying to understand what you are and how you came into their land. If they’re not trembling in fear, some of them may ask you odd and invasive questions in return, such as what the rate at which your body achieves thermoregulation is, how long your refractory period is, and if you would be willing to submit various kinds of body fluids to them. It's up to whether you wish to comply or protest.
G ⬤ If you react violently, you will be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. They came prepared, so have fun with that! In any case, conscious or not, you’ll be brought into one of the transport vehicles. If you choose to peacefully cooperate, you’ll be provided any necessary first aid and a refreshing drink to help you recuperate after the rough time you had for the past few days. Each transport vehicle has a few small rooms to rest in, but due to the limited space, you’ll have to snuggle up with someone else on that bunk bed. Unfortunately, the moonshine fruit the ship is also carrying in its cargo has an extremely sweet smell that’s been permeating through certain areas of the ventilation system… Taking a whiff of it may inebriate you for the rest of the trip.

H ⬤ It’s a bumpy ride as terrain vehicles draw over various crystal formations until you see a large dome-like structure up ahead. Within its confines lies the seat of the Prismatica's government, Prisma. It’s a bureaucratic wet dream: skyscrapers practically touch the upper surface of the dome, windows glimmer with a prismatic sheen as daylight hits them, and small ships can be seen flying to and from its spaceport. The scientists, members of the Lunar Scientia, usher you into their facilities for tests. Arrivals are likely to twitch, tremble, and panic as Lunar Scientia fellows take and broadcast every embarrassing, unfiltered detail about you — height, weight, age, strange odors, estimated frequency of sexual activity —- to one another. These scientists will ask you politely to undress, too, but understand if you don't want to. They're especially fascinated by the readings of pure Chroma inside you, whispering among one another excitedly about the possibility of the new arrivals being a new moon species. What should they call them? Moonborne? Moonblessed?

I ⬤ At long last, the questions and physical examinations are done. They’ve decided to call the arrivals as the Moonblessed. They’ll take you under their care until they understand more about you. You're allowed a very refreshing hot shower and a warm meal for your efforts. Don’t worry, the meal was imported from their planet. “Planet?” you might ask, but you won’t need to wonder for too long. The ships are preparing for their next destination: the nearby planet Prismatica, where you will be dwelling for the time being. You're free to explore the government center until then.


Wildcard
Lunatia, Prismatica | top

It only takes a couple hours for the ships to reach their home planet. The ships drop the characters off at the city of Lunatia, where they will be given their communication devices and a plastic card they can present to certain landlords at any residential district for their subsidized (read: absolutely free) lodging. Officials at Prisma instructed the newcomers to await further instructions from the government, but you have a lot of time to kill before then. Why not explore in the meantime? Learn the ins and outs of the world, get a job, transform under the full moon, and discover the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!

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[personal profile] fractaljesus 2019-03-01 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I have a theory, [Comes a voice from behind Jean immediately after she strikes the surface of the water. It's a young man in a white cloak so pristine that it reflects the psychedelic colors out the landscape, apparently unaffected by hunger or thirst enough to wander around and watch others scramble for the pools.] The image it shows is a projection rather than a window.
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[personal profile] amarvel 2019-03-01 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[In a flash Jean is in the air, pink aura surrounding her form. She'd been so engrossed in watching the scene play out that she hadn't noticed anyone approach. When she doesn't sense any ill intent her feet once again touch the ground, though she puts several feet between herself and the stranger.]

A projection of what, though? [She has an idea, as it's certainly not a projection of truthful events, but she's curious what his opinion is.]
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[personal profile] fractaljesus 2019-03-01 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[The stranger takes no offense to her defensive response, and does not move to approach her when she puts a little more distance between the two of them. Rather, he looks down at the pool himself as if to direct her attention to it with just his gaze alone.]

The subconsciousness. Psychoactive chemicals present in the water produce an image created from information in the brain. [Granted, it's just a theory--no, a hypothesis, but since everyone has seen something different, it makes far more sense to him than the alternative.]
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[personal profile] amarvel 2019-03-01 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[While her gaze does dart back to the water for a moment she mostly remains focused on him.]

I had a similar thought. [He sounded like Hank in his explanation.]

Events we wished had happened because what I saw most certainly didn't.
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[personal profile] fractaljesus 2019-03-01 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Wish? [He cants his head, turning red eyes back on her.] Is the image you witnessed one you desired? [Most of the others he's seen have been rather alarmed at what the pools had shown them. It is curious then that this human would call it a "wish."]
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[personal profile] amarvel 2019-03-01 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
No... Yes. It's complicated.

[She runs a hand through her hair before sighing.] I guess I phrased that oddly. Not events we wished had happened, but rather how they had happened?

[She shakes her head.] No, that doesn't sound any better.
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[personal profile] fractaljesus 2019-03-01 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
The event is similar but with differing details. [He guesses. Spoken language is such a needlessly difficult means of communication when one is accustomed to transferring entire concepts instantaneously. Even humans find themselves frustrated at this limitation at times, it seems.]
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[personal profile] amarvel 2019-03-01 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Exactly! [Jean is going to blame the whole situation on why she can't string words together to properly communicate ideas.]

My friends were nowhere nearby when I died. In fact, I'm not even sure they knew I was gone. [There probably wasn't even a body left to mourn over, now that she thinks about it.]
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[personal profile] fractaljesus 2019-03-01 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't understand. [For the first time in this encounter, his mannequin features shift to something less neutral. Eyebrows knit ever so slightly and his lips draw tight.]

Your necessary biological functions are currently active.
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[personal profile] amarvel 2019-03-01 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Aaaaand that's why I'm not sure this is entirely real. It feels very real, I'll give it that.

Then again, maybe I didn't die. Maybe the Phoenix Force just sent me somewhere far away. [Wishful thinking. Those flames were too hot to have not killed her.]
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[personal profile] fractaljesus 2019-03-01 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Everything you perceive as "reality" is merely an image created by information in your brain. [and zaShunina can't be dead, for death is not a concept that exists to those who predate its inception, so this is certainly no afterlife.]

Information can be altered, and with it perception. What you may think to be a fundamental truth may in fact be altered information. A false memory.

[Maybe. What's here and now is measurable, and there's no proof she died beyond her memory...]
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[personal profile] amarvel 2019-03-01 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm well aware of how the mind works when it comes to processing information. But you could be right, the Phoenix is a cosmic force that could have easily messed with my mind if it wanted.

[But it definitely wanted her dead.]

In any case, none of that explains why or how I'm not longer back home.
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[personal profile] fractaljesus 2019-03-01 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
No, it doesn't. [He can admit this. He doesn't like not knowing things. There's too much information he doesn't have and wants, which is in itself an exciting prospect for an entity that feeds on it.]

Every possibility that could be presented now would just be supposition. [Sorry, he doesn't know any more than she does about this.]
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[personal profile] amarvel 2019-03-01 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jean sighs as she looks around as if she'll find the answer so easily.]

Well, surely the answers are around somewhere.