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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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At least until that last comment, at which point he clears his throat and glances away a moment. He doesn't appear especially bothered by the flirtation, but in the moment he isn't sure what to do with it, so he just...skips over it.
"That would explain a few things," he mutters blankly. Mainly the acute aches in various places.
He looks back at Klaus. "Were they carrying gauntlets and a great sword by any chance?"
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He has just barely enough grace to rub the back of his neck. "Yeah, sorry about that -- I'm kind of a scrawny bastard." The last question, though, has him wondering if this guy really didn't come off some sort of LARP weekend -- except that he seems pretty serious about the whole 'big sword' thing, so Klaus feels like he needs to give him a halfway serious answer.
"Uh -- no. They had tranqs and lab coats, but I didn't see them carrying shit."
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It's definitely not the answer he'd been hoping for, but the other part of it has him quirking an eyebrow and tilting his head in incomprehension.
"Can you elaborate on these things...'tranqs and lab coats'?"
From the sound of it, Fenris assumes neither are particularly good, but without more to go on, he had no way of knowing how much of a threat they could be.
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"Tranquilizers. Makes you niiiice and sleepy. I gotta admit, that shit's strong even for me. Looks like it did a number on you, too." The 'lab coats' bit is less important, so he glazes over it for the moment.
"Which, by the way? Headache does not get better the longer you're upright, and I haven't been able to try my usual cure-all for that." Jacking off in your bunk when you've got a partner seems like bad form if the person isn't, you know, consenting.
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It's also true that the pain in his own head has hardly seemed to lessen since waking. Still, he frowns at Klaus, looking rather dubious about a suggested 'cure-all.'
"Which is?"
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"But -- you know, that's not really an option right now, given the lack of privacy in this place." Unless Fenris didn't mind, but that seemed presumptuous even for Klaus.
"And -- wait, let's just backtrack a hot second, here. You're surprised that it wasn't magic?"
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"And to think I've been needlessly suffering through headaches my entire life," he intones dryly.
But his expression turns rather quizzical. "Short of a direct blow, I can't think of many other things that could render someone unconscious for so long. A poison or sleeping powder, perhaps, but nothing that acts so quickly. Besides which, most slavers usually have a mage or two with them to help keep people under control quickly for that very reason."
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The expression that Fenris makes before he discusses the use of magic, poisons, and powders is mirrored in the one that Klaus makes back at the man.
"Okay, two things. One -- slavery has been super illegal for like, over a hundred years. Two -- and this is the really important one, here -- I don't think magic is actually like, real? Which would explain why there are no mages here, because they kiiiind of don't exist. Sorry to break it to you, my man."
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But this now - the denial of slavery and magic, two things that were inextricably sewn into Thedas' history and very existence, confirms that thought.
Which could only mean one thing.
His eyes narrow dangerously, and despite the lingering effects of the sedative still working its way through his body, Fenris reaches out his hand with alarming speed, aiming to grab a fist full of Klaus' shirt to drag him close. Lyrium flashes briefly along the etched white lines in his skin.
"I knew there was something wrong about you. No one from Thedas would ever deny the existence of magic when they've been so busy fighting a war over it. You're one of them. Who are you? What do you want?"
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"Jesus!" He puts his hands up to protect his face (because a man has to have priorities) for several seconds before he realizes that Fenris isn't going to just start beating the shit out of him. That's ... something, at least. He lowers his hands tentatively, really wishing that the other man's body wasn't suddenly alight with blue, and takes a breath.
Okay, now that he's sure he's not in any immediate danger, he fixes his gaze steadily on Fenris's face. "Look, man. My name is Klaus Hargreeves, I'm from the grand old US of A, and even though I'm the first one to admit I'm fucking nuts, knocking myself out and locking myself in a moving vehicle with an apparently magical dude? NOT something even I would do."
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Their faces are inches apart, his eyes bright and dangerous as he hisses out his next words.
"Consider this before you answer: I was a slave. My master used magic to burn these markings into my skin. When I finally escaped, I fought his hunters constantly for nearly ten years before I murdered him myself.
So whatever game you might be playing, tread carefully. I will never be a slave again."
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He goes completely still in the man's hands and closes his eyes, takes a slow, careful breath before he opens them again.
"Look, I'm pretty sure that you're going to say anything that I tell you is bullshit. Why don't we skip to the part where you knock me unconscious or whatever and save us both some time? You can kick the shit out of me, I'll get an awkward boner, it'll be therapeutic all around."
True to himself until the end, this boy.
I'm sorry Klaus plz still be his friend later
But Klaus doesn't. He holds still, seemingly calm and measured, and - doesn't care. If it is a ruse, it's an incredibly good one, and the paranoid part of Fenris' brain screams for him not to believe it.
But if it isn't...then he would be murdering someone who for all he knows is innocent, who - if his reaction is any indication - has likely been victimized himself, if not at the very least by their same captors.
Fenris debates silently with himself for a long moment, staring hard into Klaus' eyes, jaw clenched tight.
Finally, he carefully lets go, and slowly withdraws, putting space between them so they can both breathe. Leaning heavily against the frame of the bunk, he sighs, a fresh wave of pain lancing through his temples.
For a long while he stays quiet, and then, lowly: "...I'm sorry."
It's cool, his family does worse to each other on a semi-weekly basis so I mean
Once the other man lets go of him properly, he settles back against his side of the bunk and smooths down the front of his army fatigues. He casts a glance sidelong at Fenris once he initiates conversation again, eyebrows raised. He waves a hand off to the side, dismissive.
"Man, you're right -- I don't know what you've been through, but you're not the only one here who's been through some fucked up shit. So -- don't worry about it." He's used to people treating him badly and disbelieving him, anyway.
s-sob I still need to watch this
"No, you're right. I should not have jumped to such conclusions so readily, nor laid hands on you when you had not threatened me." He glances back over at Klaus, finally, expression softened with contrition. "I will not ask your forgiveness, but I hope you can accept my apology."
Pls watch, the garbage children need love
He knows how to deal with both those things, has dealt with them more often than some people might guess (not always involuntarily) -- but someone apologizing to him for not believing him? That happened once in a blue-goddamned-moon.
Klaus rubs the back of his neck and glances down at his lap, downright sheepish, as Fenris continues. The topic is too deadpan serious for him far too quickly, which means he reacts with his first line of defense: humor.
"Honestly, man, you can lay those hands on me whenever you want. I mean ... mmm." Even that sounds half-hearted, though -- maybe he can blame the sedation.
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His brow furrows as he cocks his head at an angle in confusion.
"I-...sorry?"
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Klaus is pleased, though -- at least he's broken through the seriousness by confusing the shit out of the other guy, and now he just has to desperately grasp at another thread of conversation to veer them wildly off course.
"Like I said. Don't worry about it." And then, because he does need to make another line of conversation happen, "How's your head? Still jackhammering?"
He does have an actual halfway decent cure for that that isn't wildly sexual.
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And also at least, Klaus seems happy enough to let it pass over, even if he seemed unwilling to give a real answer. Fenris lets it go for now, happy to continue on much as they had been before.
As the slight rush of adrenaline wears away, the pain has indeed returned to his head, grinding away at his temples and behind his eyes. He nods with a slight grimace.
"Unfortunately."
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There's a part of him -- a larger part than he wants to admit, actually -- that sympathizes with the fact that the man sitting across from him was apparently a slave, was so afraid of the thought of being a slave again that he'd let himself go loose-cannon, just now -- and who was also dealing with what was apparently unfamiliar sedative-hangover pain. That's the real reason he's offering what he is now, against his better judgment.
He holds his hand out to Fenris palm-up, glancing at the man's face. "Can I have one of your hands?" Out of the many, many people that Klaus has dated, of course a reflexologist made their way into the ranks at some point.
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But finally, he slowly lifts a hand to settle it lightly against Klaus' offered one, a line of white lyrium tracing from each fingertip down over the palm to his wrist to flare into the intricate patterns on his arms.
"...what are you doing?"
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"Well," he takes the thumb and forefinger of one hand and places them on either side of the web of Fenris's thumb and forefinger in return, so he's carefully over an acupressure point, "That depends on who you ask. Lot of people tell you that there's spots on the body that have to do with energy flow, that kind of thing, that keep pain in the body -- other people think it's some sort of nerve thing. But..." He applies light pressure on the spot at first, and if Fenris doesn't seem like he's in pain, it steadily becomes more firm until he can hold it steadily, "You keep hold of this spot for a while, and headaches let up." Most of the time. A lot of the time.
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But he looks a little skeptical.
"That's it?" Then, a moment later, with careful curiosity: "Does this work on other pain as well?"
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That's what you get when you learn things from ex-boyfriends, though -- incomplete information. He keeps the careful pressure on the spot (it's got to be held for minutes, which feels like an eternity some of the time), though, focusing.
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If it proves effective, he'll likely need it.
"Mm. A pity. I would have been interested in trying more." He doesn't mean it as an innuendo, and likely doesn't even realize that's how it sounds, for the moment. Fenris falls quiet for a few beats, until another question occurs to him.
"Does it matter which hand?"
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