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Prismatic Mods ([personal profile] prismods) wrote in [community profile] prismaticrap2019-02-22 02:46 pm
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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.

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!
pishirogane: Art by: Moonku (Contemplating)

[personal profile] pishirogane 2019-03-04 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Keeping hold of him, watching him intensely with her eyes, just to see if there would be any changes and possibly knock him over if she needed to make him not do anything irrational. She might be small, but she had some training in the event of dealing with larger people.

But he seemed to calm down upon seeing the food. Which, fair, she had to tilt her head at the sight of it.

"... This must be safe, right? Other people are eating it." At least, from her quick observation of the room they were.

Still, hearing Kanji start sniffing again, she decided to wait for his recommendation.

"Yes, I think that should work. There's always the option of taking smaller portions to sample everything as well."
topgun_textiles: ([Shades] All right people listen up!)

[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2019-03-04 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Welp, time for an alien buffet! He just had to remember that some of his favorite things to eat had weird smells and tastes, so maybe his nose wouldn't be the best judge of culinary character.

So he simply began selecting. This purple stuff here, these orange things that looked like vegetables, packets of some kind of juice (after the funky sparkle water, he was glad to see something sensible like goddamn juice, he'll even take vegetable juice for all he cared).

"Okay, this one smells good... this one looks like it's popular, it's on a lotta people's plates. Uhh... this one, this one, hell yeah this one..."

By the time he'd finished, this was a spread for four people rather than two. But after getting the shit kicked out of you by a pegasus and struggling in the wastes, he was sure they both ate double by now.

"There. I think that's a little bit of everything, but a lot more of what my gut's tellin' me won't kill us." He then firmly pressed a fist to his own stomach.

"Iron stomach, you're havin' a damn Jupiter Lunch. Or... Mars or whatever."
pishirogane: (... Were they streaking?)

[personal profile] pishirogane 2019-03-05 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
Though still concerned about their options, Naoto just followed Kanji's guide with some scrutiny, a little more interested in what could be identified as vegetables, but not saying anything. Her eyes only grew as he piled on their plates, remembering she was hungry, but her eyes and stomach typically agreed on the amount she could consume.

Kanji might be eating that portion meant for a third individual...

"... Right. But, do tell me if something manages not to agree with your stomach, understood?" Not that it would be an issue for both of them, but had they located the restrooms here in case someone were to fall ill?
topgun_textiles: (Wait.. y'sure?)

[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2019-03-05 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good point." He even peeked around for anything resembling a bathroom. He was likely going to find something with signs designating genders, if not several rooms with signs indicating multiple aliens or something.

But when he turned to the tables, that weird agitated feeling came back. Some tables were pretty full of strangers out of necessity. Others were pretty empty. But Kanji was more of the guy who'd eat out in the yard or on the rooftop when Senpai invited him.

"Where d'you wanna go?" He instead looked to Naoto. Maybe she had a better idea.
pishirogane: Art by: Moonku (Contemplating)

[personal profile] pishirogane 2019-03-05 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps she could go look around, but after they were seated.

Turning to look at the tables, again, she picked up on waves coming from Kanji. Not good ones either, but similar ones in her moments of frustration. He must not like how many people were at the tables... and the crowded ones, even less so. They should try socializing, but... perhaps not now.

"... That table furthest from the doors is fairly empty. Though, do you want to try finding a place elsewhere?"
topgun_textiles: (pic#4596522)

[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2019-03-06 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
"My first thought's the roof... or the halls somewhere." But he realized that would just avoid the others and something in him was just fine with that. Yet it also seemed like massive steps backward.

"Gives me time to put my thoughts in order too, I guess."

Or maybe track down one of the researchers and press for answers. Maybe with whatever they might have to say that had nothing to do with his dick or his sexual history, he may have the info they all needed.

pishirogane: (Still Shrinking)

[personal profile] pishirogane 2019-03-06 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
"... Let's find our way to the roof for now. I'd rather be away from prying eyes, and take a moment to ourselves before we ask more questions."

It might not do for them skipping out on socializing with others right now, but she still wanted some space after that examination, and Kanji might benefit from it. Keeping him comfortable right now just seemed a top priority...
topgun_textiles: (urk--)

[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2019-03-06 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Retreating to regroup and plan out an attack." As it were. But it was no less true. Yet he couldn't shake the weird feeling that if they both sad down, people would attack her. For one, she was definitely armed so that was a stupid idea.

But the mild paranoia was so unlike him. Had winding up here done something to him? Was it connected to the feeling that continually buzzed within their joined hands?

It was like a breath of fresh air after choosing a nearby door, leading to a staircase that led any who took them up three floors.

"Just then," he said, a little out of breath despite the lack of any sort of workout.

"Did somethin' change? Did the air feel... lighter?"
pishirogane: (The final card)

[personal profile] pishirogane 2019-03-07 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Nodding at more-or-less the strategy put through Kanji's filter, she proceeded over to the door with him. The air was still abuzz, but mainly from around him. Did he notice? Maybe he couldn't feel the hostile waves pouring from him, but he might just be responding to the others in kind.

Honestly, what was that all about?

Oh well, they were soon in the stairwell and it quickly cleared up.

"It is. For a moment I was worried you or someone else might start a brawl..."
topgun_textiles: (Warning 1)

[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2019-03-08 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
He sighed. Had to come clean. "...Not gonna lie, I was. There's a really bad vibe comin' from somewhere in there. I mean, I don't avoid people anymore, y'know? But that set my gut on fire somehow."

Okay, so... this door! At the very top, he nudged the door open. With a rush of air-conditioned wind, they were still within the large dome, but before them lay a spot of open rooftop with a full view of the oddest, overwhelmingly chrome city he'd ever seen. Small ships flew overhead, going about their business. Some employees were up here minding their own as well, two having a smoke and engaging in conversation.

Kanji's gaze briefly narrowed. "Yeah... I ain't pickin' up on the weird vibe up here. I don't know how I feel about these aliens, but other than pokin' at me like a zoo animal, I don't feel like they pose a threat t'you."

A beat. "Us."
pishirogane: (... Were they streaking?)

[personal profile] pishirogane 2019-03-08 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Hm..."

Strange that she didn't get similar vibe. Usually, she was good - perhaps a bit paranoid - of the air in a room. Everyone had their mystery to them that it was unwise to have her guard down until she got to finish reading thoroughly. But now...

Stepping onto the rooftop, she continued to ponder it, but cooled those thoughts to have a look over the city. Why the chrome? Solar power maybe? The reflection of light was just going to continue making this place an eyesore.

"... 'Threat to me'?" Had the hostility been directed her way? How did she miss that?? "Did I offend someone? I don't believe I've spoken to many others here."
topgun_textiles: ([Shades] ...Damn...)

[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2019-03-08 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Shit. Well, so much for the backpedal. But as he settled for an empty bench setup, backed by a spray of wildly alien plants in a large planter box, he sighed and opted to be the table, setting the tray on his lap.

"That's what ain't makin' sense to me! Ya didn't do anything, but it still gave me weird, bitchy jitters. I mean, you can handle yourself, but I felt like... like a bodyguard."

He shook his head and picked up what seemed to smell like some kind of bread, and was pleased to know that it was when he bit down. Yet something deep in his belly wanted something else. Why did he go for the bread but not the meat? Why didn't he, to boot, roar at the crowd that he dared anybody to walk up and say something, giving him no choice but to knock every tooth out of their head-

His stomach clenched. He hated when guys did that shit. Hell, he was like that once. But he was getting better, right? Why was he having thoughts like that? Wasn't he working on being a better person?

"Maybe I'm antsy 'cause it's a hospital... s'been a while. Not since you made us all go and get checked out."


[Got an overflow thread here.]
Edited 2019-03-08 15:23 (UTC)