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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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There's many of us too, but we still feel lonely and sad! But can you believe it? In the end I didn't even need to become an astronaut to reach them.
[ She's an idiot!! ]
The stars were the ones who came to me, just like that!
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They wouldn't be there if you didn't call 'em, you know.
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[ He's a star. All her comrades, all the people helping her become a Master worth fighting with— to the girl's eyes, they are dazzling. ]
If there's a villain, we need to teach it a lesson, right!?
[ Because even if he's bad and unruly, he still answered the summons of the idiot who fought to save a story. ]
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Who do you think I am? I'm Yan Qing, defender of justice! [ beat ] It's kind of embarrassing now that I say it out loud, but that's what I am! I've always got your back, Master!
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Uwa—! Look at those muscles! Handsome onii-san, how come you're so good!?
[ Because this is exactly what suits them the most. ]
Quick, everyone! Hide the lunar maidens! This fearsome defender is just too much!
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Which is why he's hoisting her over his shoulder now. ]
Little do they know that I'm also the Blue Dragon, rogue of darkness and enemy of evil!
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B-Blue Dragon!? The skirt!? Take pity on your humble sidekick and mind the skirt!?
[ Or at least just— yes, a hand has made contact to hold it in place. MODESTY PRESERVED. ]
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[ He doesn't pat her ass, that's rude.
But he does start walking with her in tow. ]
Which way's your room? I gotta admit, I don't have one yet...
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[ ISN'T THE HANDSOME OUTLAW SUPPOSED TO PRINCESS-CARRY THE MAIDEN?
Ah. But she just told him she's a sidekick so that means she doesn't get the lady treatment.
... SHE DID THIS TO HERSELF. ]
Ah. Uhm,I think it's further down, and to the left? But wait, if you don't have one we should go and ask them to fix that first.
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[ So he is walking in that direction, but only after he adjusts his hold on her. Let it be said that he is a servant who always listens to his master. She has a problem with being carried? Then he'll change how he carries her. He lets her down but not on the ground, no—
Before she blinks, she is in his arms, being carried like a bride. ]
There! Better?
[ this is peak shoujo ]
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[ THIS IS A 10000% BETTER?? She even claps quietly, amazed by his smooth MOVES. ]
Definitely Main Guy material!
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[ The door's mechanics whir as it slides open, and he places her on the bed. He even tucks her in. How nice is that? Does anyone else tuck her in? No. ]
Now you stay here and get some sleep. I'm gonna ask if they got anything for you to eat. It ain't Emiya-style, but beggars can't be choosers!
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[ and she isn't tired at all?? But... well, Raikou-san did it once. But he really is the first handsome guy who's done it! So it's... nice? It's not unpleasant, but...
She's not... a child...? ]
I'd rather you have some instead. I want you to keep your mana reserves up just to be prepared.
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[ It's just like Ritsuka to think about other people before herself. A Servant doesn't need as much upkeep as a human. Doesn't she realize that? He brushes her cheek with his knuckles yet again, tender as the gaze he doesn't realize he's giving. ]
And Servants don't need food. If you're so concerned about my mana, Ritsuka, what do think we should do?
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[ She won't look at him. Those eyes are dangerous. His knuckles are dangerous.
EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS HANDSOME, IRREDEEMABLE ASSASSIN SCREAMS TROUBLE. ... But, the kind of exciting trouble girls without vigilant self-appointed mothers want. She's sure of that. ]
You're too broke to afford my dowry, so please take lots of naps and eat a ton of powder.
1/2
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He covers the sound up with laughter. ]
Wahahaha! Now, did I say anything about that? My master is so dirty.
[ He pushes her down, trapping her onto the mattress with an arm and a leg. ]
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[ NO, WHY. IS THIS LUCHA? SHE'S SUPER GOOD AT ENDURING LUCHA, YOU— TATTOOED DEVIL. ]
S-Shut up! I'm just being careful, you— you're so heavy! Getting this fat from Emiya's cooking! How shameful!
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[ stop ]
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[ What's... with this warm cocoon from hell. Is this why Serenity-chan stalks her room? Was it really because of safety reasons after all? ]
And get tons of dry patches and zits while you're at it!
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[ He opens his eyes, and his drawl is slow and sweet. ]
Are you saying you want me to be real, Master?
[ She knows his origins, doesn't he? He is fiction. Normally, a Master wouldn't even be able to summon him in a Holy Grail War. But Ritsuka... ]
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[ But Ritsuka holds everything in front of her eyes as real, because it is. ]
If you're real now, how about getting wrinkles and gray hairs and a bunch of weird moles!?
[ The Shinssin that tried really hard to kill her, and the Shinssin that has her cornered in a soft blanket at this very moment— there's nothing about them devoid of meaning, devoid of life. ]
Become a tiny grandpa for the Master that fed you.
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Shh, shh. Let's think about that another day. We got all the time in the world before we get another grail, see? For now, bed.
[ Hmm no. ]
Go to bed or I'll smooch ya.
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[ ... ]
[ Fine.
But she's going to mumble something, AND SHE WON'T REPEAT HERSELF NO MATTER HOW HE ASKS HER.
IT'S SLEEPY TIMES, AFTER ALL. ]
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[ ... ]
[ ... ]
[ And then he lay there consumed by lustful curiosity for the rest of the evening. It's probably not too bad, right? Maybe she mumbled something about his nasty ass breath or whatever. It's fine. It's normal. It's not like a girl like her would want to kiss him!
But maybe he'll hold her a little more comfortably. His hand is no longer on her mouth, but cradling her head, holding her close. She's been getting a lot of nightmares lately... ]
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