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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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When he looks at Kanji he smiles, nodding in understanding, even as the other teenager's gaze returns to the floor.
"We're like aliens in their world," is the only conclusion that Yu has come up with so far. This place isn't the TV world and certainly not any place in Japan. "I don't even know if they realize how hurtful these questions can be."
Maybe in this world these were perfectly logical things to ask. He couldn't quite know yet. The entire thing had been a cacophony of events after all. At least knowing Kanji was around helped Yu find some steady ground to stand on. He worked best with at least a friend or two around him.
"You don't owe then anything," he adds, looking away briefly himself. "You're you, Kanji and they don't know what you've been through. I've seen how much you've changed from when we first met, and I'm sure all our friends feel the same way." Some more vocal than others.
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Because that's who he was. A guy who begged for respect, but also demanded it as well. He wasn't some animal who needed to be poked, prodded and laughed at when the torturer got the response they desired.
Aliens... were they, when they seemed human? Then again, they weren't born on this moon called "Iris". Where the hell was "Iris" on a space map? Could they find the solar system if they asked?
With a sigh, Kanji put that aside, and swept a hand down his face. "I don't... I don't owe 'em jack shit. I guess I hoped for answers if I just put 'em with them takin' a look at me. But I guess places like these still spook me a little."
Though, as his eyebrows furrowed, he decided to have a stream of thought. "But somethin'... bugs me about all that. They seemed really interested in that kinda thing. I mean, ya take a cat or a dog to the vet and they worry about if they eat right, and are healthy and stuff like any of us goin' to the doctor. So why were they real fixed on if we've bumped uglies or not?"
Uncomfortably, he shifted where he stood, and took a minute to start pulling his sweat shirt on. With a grunt, he opened a nearby supply closet door for some cover. It was fuckin' cold in this hallway, and they were just two dudes, after all. If Yu never gave a crap, why should Kanji? He'll just start dressing to pitch the damn gown already so he can stop flashing the general public, making use of the draping for dignity until he needed it no longer.
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"That's what I've been wondering too," he admits, running a hand under his chin in deep thought. They seemed a lot more...excited about their sexual exploits than just making sure everyone was healthy. "They might have their reasons. Maybe I should go back in and ask them?"
He looked back as they continued with new people, his clothing packed under his arm giving Kanji some time to change, putting on his blouse to wait his own turn to change. His friend had the right idea; prudish or not, the corridors were pretty drafty and it wasn't just all this beginning of a new mystery that made his hair stand up on ends.
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"If they don't give their 'reasons', I'll beat the truth out of them!" He growled. Then, he paused.
"...W-with firm words!" That was better.
But he turned his back then, and as he was fully clothed now, he could take his discarded gown and hold it wide open, forming a second curtain. With the door, Yu had a two-walled chamber, with nothing but an alien potted plant and a wall the only witnesses.
"I got you covered! Go ahead n' change, man."
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"Right," he finally answers with a firm nod, before moving over to the makeshift changing area, appreciating how Kanji was worried enough to cover him. It didn't take long for him to step out again.
"Alright. Let's go."
With a friend covering his back, Yu was pretty certain he could accomplish anything.
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"Right behind ya. Let's do it!"
Time for some answers. If they were meant to be something here, then they couldn't be left in the dark.
They were seekers of truth before. Time to do it again.
Sorry for late tags, I've been dealing with a sprained back since last Sunday
"Welcome back, Moonblessed. Did you forget something?"
"I thought we were going with Moonborne?"
"That remains to be seen..."
"Moonblessed?" Yu repeated the word, a little surprised that they weren't ordering them to strip down again. Had they expected them to storm out?
"Yes! There's readings of pure Chroma inside of you, we're trying to figure out if you are a new moon species and...
All of this just raised a lot more questions in Yu's head as the scientist babbles on about their notes, Chroma and arguing about what to call them. He looks back at Kanji wondering if he had gotten any of that as well.
No worries, dude.
But when he woke up, it was like he'd broken free from some sort of stone resembling the massive crystals that jutted out of the moon they'd wound up on. What did the blessing mean? Why wouldn't they go into that, instead of-
"New? We're from Earth! Solar System! Milky Way! Humans have been on Earth for millions of years! What's metal gotta do with anything?"
Though the metal bit had them confused, one researcher took a moment to refer to their data about some system that existed in a way of milk... though judging by the lack of an immediate answer, it was likely they had no idea where in the vast universe Kanji was going on about.
"And another thing! The... the sexual history shit! What the hell's that got anything to do with us or whatever operation you got goin' on here!?"
"Moonlacing," one researcher answered casually. "Your Chroma is the purest we've detected among every organism we've studied. But moonlacing, or physical contact via touching, kissing, or engaging in sexual intercourse, has been shown to increase Chroma levels in creatures with it."
"And before you ask- no. We Prismals can't produce Chroma ourselves. I mean, that'd make our lives so much easier, wouldn't it? My wife and I could pretty much light up an entire sector-" She was silenced, the feathers dotting her body puffing up in surprise as Kanji advanced a step, pure tension rolling off of him.
Kanji couldn't believe it. He didn't want to stand here, understanding that these aliens were possibly asking of the two of them to...! No, they were wrong. Or he was just stupid. His mom always said he was dumb. Maybe he was misinterpreting.
"Y-you're kidding. You're pullin' our legs! Right? This is another stupid dream, hard to understand, and when I wake up I'm back in my own bed."
The color creeping up his ears and neck, he sent a tense, yet desperate glance to Yu. What did he make of all of this? He did watch some sci-fi movies lately. Was he having a dream where he was asked to, what, repopulate a planet or be some alien battery?!
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Then it went on to the reason why they were there, and he was rather proud of how Kanji went at it, but even Yu's usual calmless became different as they went on about touching and kissing and - oh my this was certainly different. That explained a lot.
And yet, so little.
Something he was noticing more and more, however was this place didn't seem to be very prudish when it came to that stuff. Yu was used to the Japanese way of it, which was barely talked about at all. They were just having casual sex talks right out in the open, details he didn't really need to know. And then Kanji's eyes were on him, and Yu realized he needed to be a leader. Despite how his own internal voice was just scream at how utterly weird and bizarre it was. At the...very least it meant they didn't have to do anything neither of them would want to do.
He took a deep breathe and then briefly went over to pinch Kanji on the arm.
"I don't think we're dreaming, Kanji. Unless you're in my dream..."
And sure, Yu had bizarre dreams, but this was a little too weird even for him.
"I think this is real."
"Perhaps the both of you need a hot meal and a shower," one of the scientists offered. Yu looked back at Kanji. For all the insanity that this all was turning out to be, Yu didn't feel like these people were trying to lie to them.
"Maybe eating something will help?"
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I think this is real. That's what he said. Kanji Tatsumi never saw reason to doubt his best friend. But just this once, he wished Yu was wrong.
Because being confronted with something he wasn't even remotely ready for terrified him. Oh, he could fight Shadows, or even more gods. He could even look into getting into the dating scene, even as awkward as he was.
But he was literally being gauged and judged in the hopes that he'd... sleep with somebody.
He was terrified.
He was numb, the voice of the scientist drowned quickly in the sound of his pulse pounding in his ears. But his stomach helpfully growled, answering for him as he was staring a horrified hole into the wall just behind the researchers. He was also sweating, but ultimately completely filthy and dusty from his trip out into the wastes. He definitely needed both facilities.
[If you want to keep going, overflow thread's right here.]