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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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This body does not require food. [He answers once the question is asked, but continues his approach regardless to stand as close to the fire as he judges to be acceptable to social standards.] What is this place?
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Exhausting to think about, so he's just not asking for the time being. You do you, Yaha. ]
Not a clue. It's nowhere I've ever been, and the sky looks...different. [ You know. The stars and shit. ] Actually, it doesn't seem like anyone in the area knows what's going on.
[ Which is, you know. Fantastic. ]
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Yaha-kui zaShunina's red eyes drift from the human to the sky above them. He's right, of course, and the anisotropic being had noticed the difference in the stars right away as well. Not Earth, certainly, and there is nowhere else within the same cocoon that matches this place. That said, the conditions are remarkably similar, but lacking the means to exit this cocoon, he can't determine just which one it is.]
I have encountered a number of others. Their probability of survival is approximately 14%. [Yuri's is a bit higher simply because at least he can apparently procure food for himself. Many of the others he's seen have all been exhausted and already in the process of dying of thirst or starvation. Some were even hallucinating.]
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Yeah? Give it a day or so before you go figuring odds. Some people just need a little time to freak out before they get down to business.
[ Like Karol, usually. ]
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A 10% margin for error is considered. [He concedes, and kneels beside the fire, mirroring Yuri's seated position on the ground.] Humans are resilient.
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Not enough to risk a long explanation, though. ]
It's our charm. Who are you, anyway? [ Who, not what. He's just looking for a name for the time being. ]
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It is. [He agrees,] I am Yaha-kui zaShunina. [And just a name he shall get for the moment, because it's all he asked for. Yuri is wise only to ask for this if he wants to avoid a lengthy explanation, because there's no simple way to answer the 'what' that doesn't go deeply into physics and abstract spacial dimensions.]
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Nice to meet you, Yaha. [ There's basically no chance Yuri's ever going to use the full thing. Oh, well. ] I'm Yuri Lowell.
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zaShunina doesn't appear convinced by that reasoning, but nor does he correct him. There's more to a name for his "people" than just a designation, but has already learned that humanity lacks any remotely equivalent concept to translate it to.]
There exist in this location insects that possess venom with various mental and physiological effects once injected into the bloodstream. [He'd run into a few people suffering from those same effects already, hence the low probability for survival he'd estimated for them.] Physical contact appears to lessen these effects. [It's possible that a dopamine release in the brain as a result of touch is what counteracts the venom, but without testing, it's just a hypothesis.]
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[ Or is Yaha's survival rate higher? ]
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I was not affected. [He doesn't elaborate.]
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Out of curiosity, did you supply physical contact for any of these people, or were you just watching?
[ Yuri has a few concerns? ]
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Both. [At first, he'd simply watched, of course. It wasn't until he'd witnessed the effects of contact between two others that he tried it himself, but nothing more that a touch of the hand. Even that had appeared to cause noteworthy improvement.]
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[ Why the hell is physical intimacy being subtly pushed? Yuri isn't sure he approves, but whatever. What works, works. ]
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Dopamine may neutralize the effects. [He presents his hypothesis.]
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Maybe we should all travel around in pairs while we're exploring? I mean, that's probably a good idea anyway, but we could hold hands or something...
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Traveling in a group does increase the overall health and survivability of a population. [It's not a bad idea, especially for you squishy humans. zaShunina's got nothing to worry about, but seeing as Yuri doesn't currently have anyone else to turn to should he get stung again (and zaShunina is currently lacking the means to exit this cocoon)...] Should I remain here?
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Well, for now. Sticking together seems the smarter option until we figure out a way back to where we came from...besides, we seem to be getting along fine, right?
[ Or he has no moral objections to Yaha, so it's cool. ]
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He might end up developing a few moral objections if he hangs around him long enough.A soft, thoughtful 'hmm' is zaShunina's answer to that. Given enough time, he could likely create a way back, but without knowing exactly which cocoon this place is in, he is missing too many variables to solve the formulas necessary to call the Boundary Unit into this world. And even if he had them, it would still take a very long time--Yuri's natural lifespan will likely have expired by then, so while it is absolutely an option for an immortal, anything with a limited lifespan that wishes to find its way out will have to find an expedited solution.]
Understood. Yuri Lowell, for the time being, I will accompany you.
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That was a little more formal a response than Yuri would have given himself, but it seems about right for whatever this guy is. ]
Alright. And I'm making getting out of here my number one mission, so...Brave Vesperia at your service. Well, a representative, anyway. I don't suppose your whole not a human thing comes with any special powers?
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Powers? [zaShunina holds up a hand in front of himself, only for it to vanish down to the elbow and leave a stump behind--no exposed blood or bone at the point of severance, but swirling golden fractals. The missing hand reappears directly in front of Yuri, detached and floating, but still moving as though connected to his body.] Is this what you mean?
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Like. He's seen Rita do weird shit before, and Estelle, but this is pretty up there. ]
Is it an illusion, or can you pick things up with it while it's detached?
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"Detached" is a misapprehension. My hand remained connected to my body the entire time. Calling it a "power" is equally incorrect--this is no more a power than if you were to extend your own arm.
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