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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!
Lancelot | Granblue Fantasy
[ Nutrition is nutrition and Lancelot isn't one to turn it down. He knows that he can't be picky in an unfamiliar environment, so for the sake of everyone there he's going to bite the bullet and Lancelot doesn't look happy as he tries to eat some of the food in the edible bags. He's pouting. ]
I wish Vane were here, he could figure out to make this edible...
[ No matter. Lancelot is brave and a knight and he will be a good one. ]
It's edible and does not seem to have any ill effects, so it is safe to eat.
[ but whether you actually want to eat it is another story. ]
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Twenty seven years old, 179 cm, slim build, high propensity for sexual activity--
Oi!
[ Lancelot is clutching to his clothes as best as he can, because he already feels violated from the amount ]
Am I wrong?
No, but that's not the point!
[ You don't just say those sorts of things in public without asking. So Lancelot is going to be giving a scolding to the scientists on propriety, on respect and on not broadcasting sensitive information like that. It's not meant maliciously, but it's clear that these scientists had never been scolded like this before. ]
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[ come at me bruh. haven't decided on a moon aspect yet but lancelot will be crau from duplicity! ]
e. your wish is my command, lanchan | also crau!
No, this doesn't look like any skydom he knows, so they're nowhere near there. He's been trying to get by, looking for anyone he may recognize- some faces have stood out, but others... ]
Damnit. Not all this again...
[ They'd just settled back in, too. Everything was okay!! But now... he blinks in surprise when he sees someone moving in the caverns, eyes wide as his heart begins to race at the familiar figure. ]
L-Lancey? Lancey!!
[ Is he seeing things?! It has to be, right?! ]
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[ Lancelot is entirely relieved as he gestures over to Vane. He gets up and makes his way over to Vane, to smile and hug and his best friend because thank goodness. He's here. Now he doesn't have to imagine a life without him. ]
You're here too!
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You're okay. I'm so glad... there was a big ... horse made out of shiny rock and it wanted to eat me.
[ That was scary. ]
Where the heck were you?? First I was in the kitchen in the Up, and now this place... ahh, we're not going to be stuck in another cubicle are we..
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[ murmurs Lancelot as he buries himself into Vane more. Ok he may be totally clinging onto him bordering on inappropriately here as he's practically barnacled himself onto his best friend. ]
I was in the Up as well and now was here. I thought I'd go hungry without you!
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It's not the, ahem, revealing description that gets Siegfried's attention, but Lancelot's voice. His ears perk up and he walks over. The scientists trailing him don't stop him, but continue tailing him as they speak among each other. ]
Lancelot!
Thirty two years old, 180 cm, muscular build, interesting, this data is highly inconsistent! A high propensity for sexual acts followed by a period of complete sexual dormancy...
[ That almost makes him stop in his tracks, because it's another case of complete strangers in a new land knowing too much about him, but there are more important matters. ]
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Siegfried!
[ He's going to try and not to blush over the fact that he would rather not think about fucking his mentor but the thought is there anyway, so he covers his face in mild embarrassment. ]
It seems as if what I said didn't really sit, did it?
[ He'll just, try and behave as if he didn't just think terrible thoughts. Lancelot glares at the researchers. Please stop. The researchers in turn, start scribbling furiously in their notes but it seems like they're going to leave the pair of them alone. ]
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[ Siegfried, despite their lack of privacy, pays little mind to the researchers around them. Given what he's just overheard, he has his suspicions about what he's truly wondering right now, and presence of others or not, he's keen to confirm.
He reaches up and slowly guides Lancelot's fingers away from his face with a gentle hook of his own, hesitant but not letting go. ]
I suppose we need to get this out of the way. Does the word "Duplicity" mean anything to you at all?
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wildcard but also snuggling;
Actually, this is a lot like the time they were wrapped up in garland. Not the memory he wants to be entertaining at the moment as he tries to wedge some space between them. ]
Did you spend all your time in the Up eating? How are you taking so much space?
[ He really is too tired for all this and doing his best to keep awake even if he's reaching the limit of exhaustion after all that wandering. ]
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They said that this would be the most uncomfortable part of the ride there. I would like to believe them.
[ if not he's not going to be happy ]
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[ If they're just being transported to yet another camp, he's going to have Words with these 'Prismals.' As of now, he's simply enduring just so they can get to their destination faster, and he can find out what's really going on with this world. He doesn't think it's another experiment situation like the L.I.E.S. program, yet how can he be sure?
Speaking of which... ]
Do you recall everything from that other world? I had been certain we returned to the Up. Then I must have fallen asleep. I know there was some sort of White Day event we were participating in.
[ And after that, his mind is a complete blank. He doesn't know if he disappeared, went back to their world- no wait, he visited Wales with his vassals to see his brother. Then there was the bistro... it all seems to be in a disarray as he tries to sift through it. ]
The last time I had spoken to you... do you recall that as well?
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As Gran walks the halls of the unfamiliar government center, he eventually encounters a familiar face and that makes him finally smile again. He doesn't hesitate to run over and then drape himself against Lancelot. Look, they're all equally worn out. The Captain is no exemption. ]
Laaaancelot.
[ He's purposely making himself sound whiny. It's a joke, of course, he'll put himself together shortly. He just wanted to pout for a moment. ]
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[ Lancelot stands up a little straighter as he tries to give Gran a smile. He's tired but he's trying not to let it show and he's not running or shying away from this affection. ]
What can I do for you?
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Let's go find somewhere to rest a while!
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E
However, after consuming some of the white powder, she does manage to notice that.] Astounding that someone has produced something so lacking in... in anything. No color, no smell, no taste, no... no real shape, I guess.
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[ He rubs the powder from inside the packet between some of his fingers and it just crumbles into nothing. From reading some of the text on the packet, it seems like this packet provided all his nutritional needs for the day and enough calories for his functioning. ]
Perhaps it would be better to think of it as medicine... unpleasant but good for you.
[ but it's clear that lancelot REALLY DONT WANNA EAT THIS SHIT ]
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[She doesn't want to eat it, either! But she also doesn't really like the idea of being that hungry. Hey, if it works... but also, it seems like this is all they've got, so they'd best not waste it.]
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I've eaten before I ended up here, but I suppose it's worth keeping in case of emergencies or if we meet others in need of sustenance.
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I suppose, between this and Katalina's food I would rather have this but that is a very low bar to cross...
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slim build, high propensity for sexual activity--
-Except for the fact that she managed to accidentally listen to something that she shouldn't!
This is bad, Mirin. You just heard something that would taint Sir Lancelot's honor, and to taint of other's honor is not becoming of an up and coming samurai like yourself!! So as a honorable samurai
nerdshe's going to pull a stunt that is going to stop others to listen further to Sir Lancelot's embarrassing story!!Mirin is just going to clamp her eyes shut with both of her hands covering her ears as if trying to say that she ain't looking or hearing any of that and- ]
WAAAAAH WAAAAAH WAAAAH!!
[ -Shout from the top of her lungs so nobody else would hear any of the NPC's rambling. Shouting Girl Distraction plan is a go! ]
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The scientists were pointedly confused by Mirin's behaviour and once it was clear that she wouldn't stop until they dispersed, they dispersed. Lancelot in the meantime, is looking concernedly at Mirin. ]
Ah, thank you for your... help.
[ He thinks. ]
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Especially since she got to hear Sir Lancelot giving a gratitude to her in person. Yay, she did good!! Mirin scratches her cheek a bit nervously while at the same time, puffing her chest proudly. ]
All a day's work, gozaru! Did Mirin make sure that nobody heard about Sir Lancelot's tendency for private stuff with Sir Vane?
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She means well, honest! Please bear no mind that she also jumps into conclusion that Lancelot and Vane are pretty much fucking like rabbits. ]
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Nice of him to act the guinea pig, though.]
I believe improving...any of this would call for some sort of culinary wizard rather than a cook.
[How good can this vane guy really be?]
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I have no doubt that Vane would be able to cook it. Perhaps if I am ever reunited with him, you would be able to try his food.
[ because Gwen seems reasonable plus he likes showing off Vane to people. ]
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[BECAUSE SHE DEMANDS.
TASTE.]
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