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Cybernetic dream, something like you've never seen

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▶ 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.

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!

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▶ LISA FRANK'S LSD FUN HOUSE

( A )

[At this point, Max knows that panicking isn't an option. She moves across the landscape to the distant lights, because what other choice does she have? Like when she'd first discovered her ability to rewind time, she'd found it in her to focus on what was necessary (saving others or herself), and she taps into that same strength now.

Except... After she's bitten on her neck by a seemingly wayward but weirdly beautiful mosquito, and the Mark of the Destroyer (₪) appears where she was bitten, out of her sight, she feels her right leg begin to go numb. She tumbles to the ground, stirring some of the purple dust into the air.

Now. Now she begins to panic. She tries to move her leg, to put weight on it, but it just doesn't hold. She can't walk any further. Each time she even manages to pull herself to standing, struggling all the way, she loses her balance and winds up right back on her ass in the dust. It happens several times, because despite rising fear she's still determined to keep moving. She feels tears begin to burn at the corners of her eyes, and looks around her desperately for any sign of help.

She can no longer do this on her own.]

▶ CAMP NOWHERE

( E )

[If no one else is gonna do it, if everyone is just going to look warily at the bags labeled "edible," then Max is going to step up. At this point, what could it really hurt?

She rips open the bag and takes a small taste... Then another. Then a larger taste. Finally, she just fricking upends the entire thing into her mouth, because damnit she'd been hungry for long enough!

After, she immediately grabs more bags and begins tossing them to other people around her with a smile on her face.]

Try it! Seriously. It's blander than bland but I promise it's sooo satisfying.

( F )

[Her courage, however, does not lead her into picking up the strange instrument they find. Instead, Max just watches whoever does, looking wary.]

Gross...

[No, she doesn't actually know where it's been. For all she knows, it could not be gross. But she... has a weird imagination and what she imagines could be on point with this one. But she hopes not.]

▶ INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE

( H ) - Contains mention of minor sexual details

[Okay, sure, at this point she'd been given some answers, and honestly that's more than she'd ever been given in regards to her time powers, so at least there's that. (Those she'd had to figure the hell out all on her own... well, with some help from Chloe and Warren, but she doesn't want to think too much about them or anyone else from Arcadia Bay because it will only lead to her missing them. Especially... especially Chloe.)

But this? What they're doing here? Prodding and measuring and asking her to strip (she really doesn't want to, and thankfully they acquiesce to her wishes on this point), and, oh yeah, broadcasting the information. Which is increasingly humiliating and once they get to "Virgin, but probably masturbates frequently," Max groans loudly, exasperated.]

Are you cereal? Is that REALLY necessary information?

[HOW DO THEY EVEN KNOW THAT??]

▶ WILDCARD
[OOC: she's gonna be iris moonblessed with some deer traits because of course gotta keep that animal guide symbolism going. her transformation time would therefor be 11th-15th of every month and if you wanna plan something around that for a thread, feel free to hit me with a PM... or just go for it? same goes for any other ideas you might have.]

Edited 2019-03-01 03:53 (UTC)

Hey, are you - ah. Nope, that's...that's probably not real either, just -

[Jamie starts toward Max but then pauses mid-stride, squinting at her uncertainly. He's scratching at his upper arm, where he's been bitten and a Mark of the Enchanter has been festering for a while, meaning he has Seen Some Shit. Not that Max has any way of knowing this, so it just looks like some disoriented asshole is staring at her and muttering to himself, being unhelpful.]

...just gonna. Keep walking. Because that girl probably isn't real, none of this is real...

[She sees him coming, and her hope rises with every step closer he gets, although her throat is so parched she knows she won't be able to cry out, not loudly. Once he's in hearing range though, and she can hear his muttering, she quickly speaks up, shifting in the dust and reaching out to him.

He can't leave he can't leave.]

No... Please! I need... I need your help... My leg is...

[He turns back to her, looking conflicted, and for a few uncomfortable moments he seems to waver between ignoring her and giving in. Finally, he relents and closes the distance between them, crouching down beside her.]

Okay, your leg. What's wrong with it?

[...he says, to the empty air to Max's left.]

[H A L L U C I N O G E N S]

[She gives an audible and visible sigh of relief when he crouches down beside her, but it lasts maybe like thirty seconds if that because then he's addressing something or someone that is definitely not Max. And Max sees no one else here but them. Oh deer.]

Um.... Are you okay?

[This isn't completely unfamiliar. People were pretty high on different shit at the End of the World party, she remembers. Cautiously, she sort of... waves her arm to her left where Jamie's gaze seems to be focused on, trying to draw his attention over to her.]

[He's visibly startled by the waving arm, and blinks over at Max, glancing from her to whatever else it is he's seeing with comically wide eyes. Eventually he gives his head a little shake and turns a bit so he can face her properly.]

That's...a good question. But you said something's wrong with your leg? What happened? [He squints at her again, trying to figure out what he's looking for (and, honestly, what he's looking at).] I mean - I'm not a doctor, not like I could do any good right now anyway, but I could - maybe help you get to someone who actually can fix it?

[This is all delivered in a halting sort of voice, as though he realizes he might just be talking to a rock but figures he might as well go with it for the time being, and a look of intense concentration as he struggles to keep Max in focus.]

[When he brings it up again, Max looks down at her leg, and shifts it. She can still move it at the hip, but she's lost the ability to control her knee now. She resists the urge to panic again, swallowing it down hard.]

I just stopped being able to feel or control it, I don't know why. I think I might be able to walk with your help, though. Can I try leaning on you?

[Max, that is a terrible idea. He's definitely not stable enough to be leaning on right now. She knows it. She totally does. But, really, what choice does she have?]

[Jamie frowns deeply at her explanation, and at her leg, which he...guesses looks normal? It's hard to judge right now with how muddled everything in his brain is. Maybe what looks normal to him is completely fucked up in reality. Maybe everything he knows is a lie. ~~Not that he's never been through that before.~~

At her suggestion, though:] Sure, it's worth a shot. [He shuffles over to her right side and moves to slide his arm around her waist. He's pretty sure it's her waist, anyway. He hopes so.] Just put your arm over my shoulders, and on three -

[Despite his impaired perception he's reasonably steady, and has little difficulty helping Max stand up. He pauses once she's upright, peering at her concernedly. The angle at which they're tilting is only noticeable if you're more than seventy percent sober, really.] How's that? Everything okay?

[Indeed, her leg looks completely normal. And weirdly enough, when he slides his arm around her waist and she slips her arm over his shoulders, it... starts to feel better? There's feeling in more of her leg now, she swears, and it's the weirdest thing. She's so focused on that, she almost misses when he asks her a question.]

Oh, uhm... Good enough, I think? Can we... should we try walking?

[The solid sensation of Max beside him is grounding, somehow, because the riot of visual stimuli in his brain seems to quiet down a little as he waits for her to assess herself. He watches her carefully, correcting his listing posture bit by bit.]

Sure. Whenever you're ready. [He lets Max set a pace that's comfortable for her and ambles alongside; his grip on her waist is firm, but not so much so that she can't pull away if she wants to. He's quiet for a bit, his focus shifting, sometimes abruptly, from Max to whatever fleeting illusion appears to be sharing the landscape with them.]

If you need to stop and rest, let me know. I'm not - [His head snaps up and to the side, and he pauses for half a step or so, but then he shakes it off with a roll of his shoulders and returns his attention to Max, and the dusty ground in front of them.] - uh. I'm not...really sure where we are, or what's around here, but. No sense in pushing yourself and making things worse, right?

Max Caulfield | Life is Strange

LISA FRANK

lisa frank yourself

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ilu :)

sorry you have to deal with Drugged Jamie all the time lmf

but it's so fun

rip max

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