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You awaken amidst the darkness with only a faint light to greet you. 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. Even the few shy moon creatures you find in the wild have strange crystal growths on their hides. 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 yields nothing but 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.

▶ Keep all Hands and Feet inside the Burning Vehicle at all Times
Iris Moon, Government Center (Arrival) and Outer Space | top

After a day or two of living off the crystal wilderness, a group of people find you worse for wear. They are the gallant Moon Knights from the planet of Prismatica. After the strange phenomenon during the past months when scientists observed the sudden appearance of rainbow crystals in the sky, the government has been feverishly combing through the moon for more Moonblessed to be rescued. You’ll eventually be brought into Iris’s moon government center.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why did I mix tequila with xanax last night? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They tell you about their world and about the first appearance of the Moonblessed as the medical staff give you an examination to make sure you’re not carrying any viruses or biological hazards. If you react violently, you may be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. Once the examinations are over, you’re informed that you will be provided accommodations on their planet during your stay.

While waiting for transport to be prepared, you may freely roam around the government center. Eventually you’re called back from exploring, escorted to the docks, and led onto a large transport vessel that makes frequent trips back and forth between the moons and the planet. Faces onboard vary from both old and new Moonblessed as well as Prismal locals. The next destination: Prismatica.

A. After settling into the ship and selecting the current in-flight movie, Back Door Slugs 9, you and those around you may eventually feel a bit of turbulence during the movie’s highly anticipated climax. Did anyone notice it, or is everyone too focused on the hot characters?

At first, it’s a small jitter that’s easy to miss or brush off. But as the transport vessel travels on, the shaking progressively escalates to erratic tremors strong enough to cause severe nausea. A minute later, a voice over the speaker announces the ship will have to make an emergency landing, citing technical difficulties.

Sparks can be seen overhead as more ship parts malfunction. This is a good time to hold your neighbor’s hand, say your last goodbyes, and apologize for that horrible thing you did in the sixth grade. Grip your seat with the might of every god you can think of.

B. Another minute later, a follow-up announcement states that external entities have breached the transport vessel. Everyone is warned to be careful and watch out for each other. Small fires will have to be put out before they worsen with either magic or emergency equipment onboard such as extinguishers. In-flight robotic attendants will be scuttling around to perform immediate repairs.

Eventually, an entire power panel bursts, and prismatic jellyfish unnaturally spill out. The jellyfish will try to latch and suction onto any technological devices close by such as the television screens on the seats or communicators and will show preference to Iris Moonblessed over the rest. Be ready to help and pull numerous jellyfish off both the faces of Moonblessed and Prismals!

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Planet Prismatica, Outer Lunatia | top

The emergency landing successfully completes and the transport vessel will safely land on top of a gorgeous lake filled with tiny glaciers floating by. When reached out and touched, you’ll find out that the “glaciers” are surprisingly cool crystals and not ice.

The ship will be left hovering idly on the water surface while passengers are ferried to solid ground using portable emergency boats. However, civilization is still a distance away.

A. You’ve probably heard of flying sharks from a veteran Moonblessed. But how about sea lions? These aquatic lions are born with scaly skin and gills outside of their crystallized manes. Unfortunately, they haven’t tasted fresh meat in quite some time. If there are any injured onboard or near your boat, the chances of the sea lions detecting people will be higher as they are drawn to the scent of blood. Growling hungrily, they will be quick to latch onto the boats, biting the edges, and trying to knock everyone overboard for dinner.

After surviving through so far, the Prismals guide everyone to a nearby encampment run by humanoid rabbits. They are tall, built, and have a habit of mentioning their virility an awkward amount of times. They are also generous and will share their game meat and fresh crops while allowing everyone to rest for the night at the only inn in their village.

B. There is no running water all the way out here, so if anyone wants a bath, they’ll have to do it traditionally. The village protects a natural spring, which is a good place to bathe away the sea water. Around the spring, the rabbit folk’s friends — little scintilla chinchillas — will shock away any predators that dare to approach their sanctuary! Be at ease and feel free to offer your friends shampoo massages.

The next day, the rabbits can be seen hacking away at some of the wilder-looking plants for an easier pathway. If you wake up early enough, you can ask some of them for a tour of the beautiful greenery. They mention that it’s thanks to the Moonblessed that their crops have been doing so well lately — the result of all the chroma influx. The rest of the journey to the city will be smooth sailing.

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Level 2, City of Lunatia | top

Welcome to Prismatica’s hub, Lunatia, the city of your dreams! A bustling metropolis lush with bright lights, vibrant colors, luxuriant plant life, and all the conveniences of technology absent from your own world… It seems like paradise to all the uninitiated. After a quick tour of the city, new arrivals can find themselves getting cozy in their new homes.

A. Find new roommates and say hello to your neighbors! City officials will give you directions to the designated districts across Level 2 and instruct you to pick out a unit. Each apartment complex has a different aesthetic, some may look cozy, some stylish, and some bizarre. The free accommodations have a basic living space that can only fit two or three people at most in one unit.

Starter Chromaspace furnishings are provided which can be controlled with the touch of a built-in panel. Examples are color-changing curtains, transforming sofa beds, cabinets turning into tables, etc. Customizing your apartment or moving out will have to wait until you earn more chroma. Until then, why don’t you check out your new neighborhood or explore the city levels? Maybe your new roommates or neighbors can give you a “hand” with allowance for dinner.

B. A new high-end boutique, Prissy Polyp, has opened in Level 2. As compensation for what happened, both Moonblessed and Prismals that were affected in yesterday’s flight will receive 50% off their total purchase. Those unaffected will receive 30% discount coupons as a promotional gift. All are encouraged to visit with their friends or special someone, try on some things together, ~~enjoy each other in the fitting rooms~~, and deal with the loud, ear-blistering background pop music.

Their clothing collections are characterized by bright iridescent designs, some features such as design patterns may glow ethereally in the dark. One of their signature dresses features a one piece (also available on their trench coats) that can amplify the appearance of one’s decolletage, gluteal muscles, and/or bulge with the press of a neon button. Another item among their collection is the maiden sweater: a sleek, backless sweater that shocks those who attempt unwanted touches. Others include skin-tight leggings (also available on their shorts or pants) which produce pleasant and relaxing vibrations on all lower extremities and fashionable polyp-shaped hats for all kinds of people. It’s a huge shop, you never know what else to find in there.

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It's been An Ordeal already, what with the ship landing in an emergency situation due to the "technical difficulties", but Sonsoh is already over it. Perhaps it was the movie that somehow caused its descent into what looks like frosty waters? Maybe whoever was in charge of keeping the thing from getting wrecked by jellyfish shouldn't have been watching some kind of steam slug action, but. Eh. Sonsoh found the entire situation somewhat hilarious--- better to keep a smile on his face than to be exasperated or exhausted.

But it seems that these sea lions seek to keep his boat from staying afloat, and he's already concerned about some of the injured Prismals on board. No matter, the chakrams in his hands are deadly and sharp, enough to probably cut through the hides of these beasts. There's even multiple, so it should be easy enough for him to flourish his way out of this mess!

Except... he doubts he can keep them all at bay, and a somewhat inexperienced dancer like him still needs a partner. Despite that, he flings one of his throwing weapons toward one of the seals and watches it barely miss--- skimming over the flesh of one now irritated sea lion. And with its course affected, the ring returns to him wobbling.

He's not going to catch it. It's going to hit someone else? Maybe. Probably. All he can do is watch as it flutters pseudo-dangerously in the air.

Oops.

B:

He was made an offer that he can't refuse: to act as a model for a particular one piece that is a bright, hot pink. Despite it being discounted, he can't refute the idea of making enough chroma to potentially purchase it if he's happy with how it fits. And after slipping it on, Sonsoh has no issues with it! Easy to wear, and after performing a few familiar dance steps, there's no lack of maneuverability. Honestly, it might be a steal!

That is, until it works it "magic".

The neon button is too hard to ignore, and once he gives it a few quick taps, there's no doubt that he wants to shred this thing into pieces and get it far away from him. The one piece has tightened up, enough to 'amplify' certain aspects of his form. Gritting his teeth, the patches of scales on his body are almost visible through the fabric and he's growing uncomfortable.

But no, he has his pride on the line. Doesn't mean he'll enjoy it, and he finds a place to brood. He can at least imitate one of the grumpier, more aggressive Auri men that he's seen once or twice, and if he can glower and look unhappy, maybe he can escape this entire ordeal without too many problems.

From a ship to this...? He's already missing the Steppe.

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Wildcard, leave something and I'll be happy to oblige. Will match style, as well.

The Au Ra thought it was bad enough, it might get shockingly worst.

Shar heard the buzz of a new glamour boutique somewhere in the second level. So there she was trying out some new wear. She left the dressing room wearing a creamy color maiden sweater, anything to help brighten with her dark tone. She twirled herself around the mirror while inspecting herself. It's quite cute and nice. Mayhap a little too revealing, but only the bareback and maybe just a little under the waist. She couldn't tie around the neck quite yet so her hands remain upholding it together.

If she knew any better, it's as if the shop screamed chroma judging by clothes the place stocked alone. No, that can't be right. Then she spotted yet another Au Ra, gaunt to well... the damn tight features. Shar stand corrected.

"Pardon me."

She cleared her throat, kept eye contact. Better, she turned so her back was facing him.

"I don't suppose I could borrow your hands for a moment. I can't quite piece them together."

There were two tiny silver hoods and latches.

Someone polite, with dark scales like his own? Surprising and in a good way! Not afraid to look him straight in the eye either, which is... good. Confident, and seemingly willing to trust him. The color of the sweater definitely works for her, too! All in all, not a bad stranger to run into, though he wishes he was wearing something a little less.

"Sure." He hums in thought, bending slightly so he could get a better look at the hoods and latches attached. "Can't be easy putting something on like this by yourself, huh..."

Whether he could do it to himself, if he were in her position, Sonsoh's not sure. Still, he does his best to get his fingers on them without touching her directly.

"You're of the Steppe as well, aren't you?" Though dour before, his mood has lightened up considerably, enough so that his tone is smooth and words almost lyrical, in a way.

Color her surprise, she expected something more grunt and bull. Everyone from the Steppe prides themselves in some way.

"Tis was a place where I began, is all."

Memories of the Steppe were only shards of memories when she was young. Her tribal blood remained thick and true. She knew how prideful she could be and fearless. She had to learn the value of manners and such. Tis was better to try and get along than scaring them off.

After the other Xaela finished, Shar adjusted the collar, feeling under the fabric where hooks secured. She spun back around when finished.

"It has proven to be a challenge, those latches was so small! Though... I mean no harm to sound blunt but... is what you are wearing even conformable?"

Yes... she had to ask.

His pride is quiet. Unlike some of the boisterous of the Xaela tribes, his only comes out when in situations where it's appropriate--- and singing here wouldn't be one of them. No, he is as observant as the songbird that his people are liken to, and Sonsoh is more than happy to keep his peace and let those who see him judge him accordingly.

Hence, his sternness. A way to dissuade most, and let the ones curious in.

But even he can't help but look away, hoping that the blush staining his face isn't too obvious.

"No. It's very tight." And Sonsoh shifts due to the discomfort. "I enjoy looser, freer things. It allows me to be my best."

Yes, she can see that it's tight, and she's doing her best to behave. It's difficult when well... she can see almost everything and the poor Sun is lost. Shar had to press her finger between her lips to keep her mouth shut, not even a giggle or smirk.

"Ahem." She clears her throat first. "Then let us look together for something to your liking." Shar lifts a hand as she suggests. "There are other selections to try."

Will she hear an answer yet? Not soon enough because Shar reaches out for his hand tugging him to follow along. That's the problem with Shar, she is very impatient and persistent. Most souls who cross her path are roped into whatever idea is brewing.

"And I may need help again later."

Lunatia is booming with adventures she rarely sees in Erozea or Othard, so of course, she wants to explore them all. It's either that or... go fishing. "Come on, it might be fun."

The most comfortable spot for him to be in, is one that allows him to freely follow without any expectations. So for her to take lead is something he's happy to acquiesce, especially when he needs time to adjust himself while walking--- and isn't afraid to do in the slightest. Shouldn't that be expected when something rides up so far on someone who isn't used to that feeling?

He also has little to no shame. It comes with the territory. And fishing is definitely not one of his strengths. Sonsoh laughs politely as she takes his hand, and he gives hers a gentle yet confident squeeze.

"Other selections?" He repeats with a sigh. "I will admit, what you wear looks much more comfortable than what I've found."

And she does seem nice. A breath of fresh air, in many ways.

Shar is only nice because she didn't bring her ax. Like any Xaela, especially the Dotharl tribe, Shar lives to battle. But no, she restrains herself today. This Xaela isn't much hostile so Shar sees no reason to persist. In fact, he's more polite and reserve. The Sun shines differently.

"I can confirm it is." Wait. Her movement comes to a halt, peering towards him. "Would you like to try it on?"

Dotharl. She believes she's been both male and female, so why not.

The ability to fight is especially important among Xaela. He knows this and holds it near and dear to his heart! But his battles are more than just drawing blood and leaving bodies on the Steppe, no... the greatest challenges lie in being prominent and renowned.

Hence, to find success away from his home is his real quest.

"If I do, I'd be bare. Some privacy would be needed."

He doesn't want to go to moon jail for his naked crimes.

Privacy he says, Shar's biting her lower lip. Glancing back, her eyes scan the Xaela from his head and down his feet. She's pressing her lip between her teeth as if she has a gil to say but... oh bloody hell.

"Isn't what you are wearing bare as well? You can practically see everything."

Gods, she said it. That sharp tongue of hers isn't afraid to speak.

Titus, who is trying to drive the beasts away with a few well-placed blasts, has his back to Sonsoh; he's blissfully unaware of the razor-sharp weapon making its errant way toward his ever-so-sliceable neck...!

But at the last instant, his borg activates and the chakram bounces off harmlessly. Still, he heard that. Whirling around, he spots the wayward weapon, then starts looking around for a culprit. "Who threw that?? What are you doing?!"

This is what one might call a 'big oops', and Sonsoh can't help but look guilty immediately upon Titus' reaction. With the sea lions taking a coincidental pause in their efforts to capsize the boat, the Auri man casts his gaze up to the sky. Then, the floor of the boat. Then, back upward.

Secretly, he's hoping for a distraction despite accidentally becoming one, because whatever Titus was doing seemed damn effective compared to his efforts.

"... it was one of those animals."

Using their secret hands, of course.

Titus stares at Sonsoh's face... then down at his hand, which definitely appears to be holding a weapon that is practically identical to the one that almost hit Titus.

He looks back up, narrowing his eyes.

Then he smiles!! "These opponents grow craftier by the day. You did very well to catch that other one before it could hit someone! We are well met indeed."

He blinks a few times. Is this really happening?

"Well, you see..."

Okay, so he can't possibly lie. Not when Titus is being so earnest? No, he'll have to pay him back by executing his moves properly.

"... they're pretty sinister."

Taking the other ring, he slowly spins them around his wrists before looking at another sea lion that looks mesmerized by the glinting of the metal.

"I'll back you up, okay?"

"Excellent! ...Now, let me think... They fight so devilishly, we may not be able to simply drive them off. So our priority should be escape... Will you lend me some chroma, sir?" So saying, he makes his way to the back of the boat, drops to his knees, and holds up one hand.

Alphinaud knew that getting on that damned ship was a bad idea, and here he is, crash landing again. He is getting quite tired of this. With the absence of someone to watch his back, he fights to protect the injured, casting barriers around them as well as the fighters when his mana allows. Moonstone Carbuncle is out, too, helping to reinforce the barriers he tosses out and amplify his healing magic in an area.

Which would be great and all if not for the chakram flying at Alphinaud's face. He ducks just in time with a yelp, and the ring goes sailing just an inch or two above his head; for once, he is glad to be much, much shorter. He glances around for who threw it and sees that one of the taller figures in the crowd is an Au Ra who probably feels pretty dumb right now.

"Mind your weapons, please!" he calls out, though he doesn't yell at the man directly, his eyes elsewhere. There's a chance that maybe it was some other guy who threw it, or a girl, and Alphinaud didn't exactly sit here and watch him toss it. It's a good reminder for the people at large. "We are fighting in close quarters, and we should minimize the risk of friendly fire if at all possible!"

Carbuncle hops over to pick up the chakram in its mouth, however, and brings it over to Alphinaud, looking very proud of itself. He directs it to attack the beasts while he... figures out what to do with this chakram. Maybe if he makes eye contact with the Au Ra he'll come pick it up? Assuming it's his, anyway.

Even if he almost lost some hair, there, he's not about to deprive an ally of his weapon. Accidents happen.

He doesn't feel that dumb! Just... a little out of sorts, as he spots the Elezen. It immediately brings him a sense of comfort that almost nudges that incredible wave of shame that engulfs him right then and there: he could've given him more than just a haircut! No doubt if he sliced an ear off or something, he'd have to pay for it in more than just money. Probably in blood. He's probably important to someone, right? Like that Carbuncle, who promptly takes it away and brings it to the boy.

Damn.

He'll actually have to admit it was him who tossed the errant chakram, and Sonsoh is quick to move over to the short (even shorter up close) one, looking to one side and then the other.

"May I?"

And he reaches for it, keeping his eyes on Alphinaud. As helpful as he appeared to be, strengthening the defenses with his magic, what he didn't want to become is disarmed and without them, his steps would lose some impact.

But it would be interesting if... well. Who in their right mind would make a healer their partner?

[ V'seji has quite a time looking through discounted items in this quaint(?) shop, though nothing hangs off the crook of his elbow. However, he is checking out a maiden sweater, seeing it as a reasonable purchase for someone that enjoys sunbathing. It isn't a piece he would normally purchase, but with a fine discount and an interesting safety mechanism attached? Hard to say no.

He's about to call the attention of any employees to inquire a little more, but notices Sonsoh brooding in a rather secluded area. Black ears perk up, inquisitive yet also concerned. Quietly, he approaches before speaking up, thinking it would be best to announce his presence rather than tap him on the shoulder. ]

That's quite a cloud over your head, stranger—I hope you're doing all right.

[ How tight that hot pink one-piece is and how it accentuates the man's tail is the least of his concern, though very nice to look at. V'seji doesn't take time to ogle since... He doesn't feel that he's allowed to right now. What they need is to address the menacing air Sonsoh's emitting!!! It's scaring everyone around!!! Maybe it's intentional. ]

If you don't like this color, then we can peruse some more? [ Wait. Oh. Wait a minute. His eyebrows arch into his bangs as he gives the one-piece a better scan. ] Or... Is it the fit?

[ this is, honestly, the worst kind of shop? he's still regretting his life choices albeit in a corner, but now it just seems like he's getting a kind of attention reserved for someone who probably is better flaunting and showing off their stuff--- what a novice dancer might crave, what a songbird of the steppe might love--- but not Sonsoh. still, with excellent practice in holding a 'resting bitch face' for as long as possible, it does break with the sight of something familiar.

a nice miqo'te who probably wouldn't cause him any kind of harm (says the optimist in him). ]

To be honest, I can barely think. [ it's that tight. ] But I'd like to think that I look okay.

[ even he can recognize that the best parts of him are on display. it just comes at a price. ]

No, no. The color is fine. Doesn't it highlight my features?

[ like his tail! and his tail! but also, his horns? and his tail. ]

[ Fortunately! For everyone! V'seji came to this boutique well clothed. The ends of his ears quirk upward when he sees Sonsoh's demeanor change drastically. Must have been a facade. Nice. The situation here? Not nice. His smile falters with the tilt of his head.
Color? ]

Yes... I suppose you are a looker in these threads, but it is mighty concerning—[ OH NO. The one-piece must be cutting off circulation to this man's head(s). ] Why don't we get that off of you? There are other pieces to try.

[ V'seji says that, but as he looks the suit up and down, he can't... Really find a way to take it off. There's no zipper? And there's definitely no belts. His gold eyes squint at the snazzy button on the suit. An ear flickers as he thinks on this.

This button might have been the cause, but can it also be the solution?

Weighing possible outcomes here. Dead Au Ra, Living Au Ra. ]

If this suit starts strangling you, I'll rip it off and pay for it. Does that sound fair?

[ HE LOVES HOARDING MONEY and now chroma, BUT HE DOESN'T WANT BLOOD ON HIS HANDS. Because he isn't a dumbass, he tries to call an employee. SOS. Help. 911. 113. 114. ]

[ a looker? well, dang... seji knows what to say to get an auri man to blush! it might be a little hard to see, but it's there, partially hidden by those horns and scales. the dancer raises his hand up to cover his mouth, mostly to pretend that he's trying to think about what this miqo'te is offering, but honestly sonsoh is just trying to keep his smile from showing. he knows that the smile of a xaela can, at times, look pretty menacing. ]

Strangling me? [ maybe he should worry because he didn't think of that being a possibility. the one piece might try to make him look so good that he might also die, which is a problem given that he would like to live long enough to put this cat in his heart, and everyone knows the easiest way to a man's heart is his mouf, so. ]

But if you rip it off, then I'll be... ah, exposed.

[ that's going to be a problem, right? or is there no other way? especially when he looks for something else he could put on instead. but as long as he doesn't touch that button again, surely nothing could possibly go wrong! ]

[ Oh, that gets a hearty laugh out of him, but he tries to stifle it with the cover of his hand. It's hard not to notice, considering how his ears perk up and eyes wane into crescents. Of course, he isn't laughing at Sonsoh, but what he said. ]

Yes, you would be. But what would you prefer?

[ He lifts a hand, palm up and propped to one side. ]

Death?

[ Then another hand, to the other side, in the same manner. ]

Or showing your jewels to the world.

[ To V'seji, it's obvious which would be better, but he doesn't voice it at all. Treasures should be shared, no? Just kidding. ]

Shame is but a phantom of the mind, though if we want to talk about something tangible... If you ask me, to be arrested for public indecency isn't that much of a mark on your record.

[ Fear not, an employee is coming to aid them. ]

O'rhok Tia is having a bad day, already sporting a burn down his face from one aggressively snuggly jellyfish, he can see the sea lions swarming this not-at-all-seaworthy raft, and the Warrior is properly worked up and ready to fight whatever gets closest to him.

He could call on the soul crystal under his shirt, but he doesn't think the raft could take the weight of a hundred extra ponze of enchanted gear and armour appearing all at once. His claws will just have to suffice, and fists too if he can get the right opening. His long blue ears keep twitching trying to listen for their submerged enemies, an aggravated chitter bothering the miqo'te's throat as his tail gives an aggressive swipe.

One comes in for a lunge! He has one hand on the raft and the other raised with claws fully extended, he stands at just the wrong moment and when the beast breaks the surface-

Shing!

"Twelve- fuck!" Something- something bashes over his eye, splitting skin and then he has- "Fuck! Fuck!" -teeth in his bare arm. Big teeth, big muzzle, much, much bigger than he thought they- heavy? oh no.

Without help, he's going overboard.

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Sonsoh Qalli (non-WoL) | Final Fantasy XIV

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B FOR B-STOMACH

my b-stomach is empty, i wish it was full

with d?

there's always room in the d-stomach

okay man

A: They SAID remain seated