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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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Goodness, what harsh assumptions of my profession you have!
[Cold reading is indeed most of what he does, but he's certainly not going to just up and admit that. After all, being brought to this place saved him from being tossed into prison so he has no intention of speaking up about anything that might arouse suspicions. Why not make the most of a fresh start, even if his financier and the cult are absent.]
I do neither. I simply advise people based on the alignments of the stars.
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[And here he holds up a hand, raising a finger with each new title,]
An astrologist, a medium, or a child of fortune. Okay, that last one might not have been referring to being a fortune teller and might've been referring to the fact that he was a rich daddy's boy.
[The laughter and the drama from Blavat remind him of himself, which means that this guy is almost certainly trouble. Klaus loves trouble, especially when it's a distraction from whatever shit is going on here.]
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What an impressive list. And I assume that all of them fit into the categories you described?
[But without waiting for an answer he chuckles and shrugs before crosses his tattooed arms.] Well as I said I'm neither a con artist nor a doomsday preacher. I simply enjoy helping people better appreciate their own good points and understand their true potential.
[He's definitely trouble.]
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[Klaus has a very loose definition of 'date' in that if he has sex with them more than once, they've definitely 'dated'. He admires the tattoos on Blavat's arms rather blatantly, following the patterns of ink with a quirk of his lips.]
But I'm sure if you looked hard enough, you could find some enjoyable points about me. I don't know about good...
[And 'true potential'? That reminded him far too closely of dad, which was strictly a no-go zone.]
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[For just a moment his blue eyes darken with an air of mischief before they brighten a split-second later as he notices Klaus eyeing his tattoos. He chuckles, holding up his hands to display the elaborate sun and moon tattooed on them along with the constellations that encircle his arms.]
Do you like them? People tend to either be fascinated or offended, haha~
[Not many people are open about sporting so much ink in Victorian England, after all.]
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[He might be yanking on Blavat's chain a little bit, but he's actually honest about that -- he happens to agree with that sentiment. Their father had, after all, seemed outwardly good, and Klaus had been sure he was an evil bastard. An evil bastard out to ultimately save the world, but still.
Then the other man is moving on to nicer matters, though, and Klaus is just as happy to talk about those. He nods vigorously.]
Never been able to commit to a design, myself.
[Klaus, you can't even commit to a pair of pants.]
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It took me a while to decide, myself. It was incredibly difficult to pick just a few constellations too... But alas, my arms are only so big! [He shrugs casually before something seems to occur to him.]
Oh! I've been incredibly rude, haven't I? Here I've been talking your ear off without even introducing myself!
[He bows.] Blavat Sky, it's a pleasure to meet you.
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[Like, probably all the way to the next morning without knowing their name, but that had definitely been an intentional thing. As the other man bows, Klaus's lips twitch into a full smile and he curtsies in turn once he figures Blavat is finished up.]
Klaus. And ...well, you know, you arms might be limited canvas space, but there's always other ways to make a man see stars...
[Could. You. Not. Klaus.]
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Hm~ You're certainly not wrong. Although I'll admit that I'm much more skilled in my usual methods of enlightenment.
[Welp this conversation is just going to become an escalation of lewdness now.]
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It certainly appeals to him more than the idea of trying to figure out what the hell is going on in this place, at any rate. He'll take it.
Klaus laughs, making no attempts protecting his own reputation.]
Well, you'll be happy to hear that I'm a man who doesn't tire easily, so you can subject me to any number of methods of your choosing.
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[He claps his hands together, looking like a pleased cat as he winks. One might wonder what sort of expectations a fortune teller could really have for others for him to be considered "ruthless"...
Blavat is certainly curious about their current predicament, but he's also the type who understands the importance of making connections (of any kind) and establishing a reputation. That alone will make it easier to gather information and ensure that everything continues working in his favor.]
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He grins at the wink. If Blavat knows the importance of making connections and establishing a reputation, Klaus knows the importance of making connections and making sure that people understand not to rely on him early on. He's a good person to talk to, though, and usually a good source of information as a result -- so Blavat would probably do well to stay on his good side.]
If there's one thing I can say about myself, it's that I have absolute and completely misplaced confidence in myself.
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The man tips a finger beneath Klaus' chin, his grin still playful.]
Come now, that's a little harsh. If it's confidence in yourself it's never misplace... Besides, I can tell that it isn't.
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Hell, even if he could objectively look at the past week before arriving here, he'd probably agree with you.
As it is, though, he just tilts his head to the side with the finger still under his chin and lets out a soft laugh, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before they open again.]
Oh, you are going to be trouble, aren't you? I can't wait.
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I'm wounded! You barely know me and you're calling me trouble!
[But of course he doesn't actually sound that "wounded" at all. He doesn't really care, and Klaus seems entertaining enough. So he shrugs then, instantly dropping the act of mock-offense.] But I'll let it slide. I foresee us getting along very well.
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[Sex, drugs, rock and roll...you know, the whole nine yards.
Klaus bites his lip for emphasis, shooting Blavat another meaningful look before he turns abruptly on his heels and glances out at the rest of the landscape in front of them.]
Do you foresee us freezing to death whenever night falls in this place, by chance? Because it sort of has that kind of vibe to it.
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Well we certainly will if we just keep lingering here, won't we?
[Of course the other man is under no obligation to follow, but he personally sees no point in waiting around if freezing is on the line.]
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He laughs, more than happy to start off at walking speed after Blavat while he moves. Misery loves company, right? And misery is his first name.]
I mean, even odds we get picked off by some kind of scavenger, but hey.
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He glances towards Klaus, humming thoughtfully.]
That would certainly be unpleasant. I've got absolutely no survival skills, so I advise you don't look to me as a valiant savior against whatever creature we come across!
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[And here he smacks his palms together and then shoots one forward quickly,]
I'm quick!
[That may or may not be true, actually. Whether it is or not, he's not particularly attached to Blavat, and he has become crueler (more realistic, according to him) past his teen years.]
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Oh? Well I'll just have to hope that I don't look edible then, won't I?
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Mm, well. Let's not get too carried away, now -- you do look good enough to eat.
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Do I? Hmm... Perhaps the beast I should be truly frightened of is you?
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[He wants nothing more than to lean in and wipe that pout off the other man's face right now, actually, but even he knows they probably ought to find actual shelter before he starts giving in to his baser urges.]
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[But despite saying that his tone is playful and that coy smirk is tugging at the corners of his lips again just before he turns back around again and continues on.
Some of the crystalline structures at tall and overhanging, offering small outcroppings and creating shade in their sharp shadows. The fortune teller pauses to observe them curiously, stepping into the shadows and looking around with a hum, fearlessly trailing a hand long the rock's surfaces.]
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