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TEST DRIVE ∞ May 2025

Test Drive ∞ May 2025
The First Collision
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Jump ⇅ :: ArrivalPanoramaFringesInvite Request
The Diadem is an invite-only panfandom game set in a retro-futuristic world where uprooted souls find themselves deep within an eerie wasteland of roads and highways frequently assailed by cosmic storms. Three united strongholds keep the population. Its capital is Panorama, a large metropolis at the planet's center.

Soon, you realize you aren't alone. Calling themselves fluxdrifts, the "locals" have similar stories to you, either for themselves or their ancestry. You speak to an old woman who claims she hailed from another star. You meet a young man who says his great-great-grandfather knew a strange language everybody spoke "back home." As you explore, you stumble across a coin you recognize or your sister's locket. How did it get here? What does this mean? That's for you to discover.

But first, you need to find a ride.

No invites needed to play on the TDM. Everyone's welcome! Use the Invite Request thread below to request an invite from another player.

∞ Summary ∞
IC-wise, arrivals are scattered throughout the month. Events described on the TDM are also ongoing throughout the month. If you'd rather jump right into the action, you're free to begin in media res with your character having already been on the planet for several days.

Post-impact, characters will wake up in a med tent by the Scrapyard. From there, they must accept a vehicle on loan and make the 2-hour drive to the nearest city, Panorama. If they refuse the car because they don't want the loan, they'll be in debt for medical bills instead...so just take the car. It'll come in handy.

Some things to keep in mind when bringing in your character:

  • Pick an injury. At minimum, they got knocked out; at most, whatever they can recover from. Medicine is decently advanced so they'll heal faster if not painlessly.
  • Decide items kept. Reasonable items on their person only: photos, keys, clothes, costumes. No pets or animal companions. Wildly out-of-place tech and personal cell phones will be damaged beyond repair.
  • Select a weapon. Do this only if eligible. Guidelines about weapons and powers are on the FAQ.
  • Choose a vehicle. Decide whether your character gets 2-3 options or if they're stuck with something they hate. Players can pick directly from our collection or source their own images. Anything under a similar aesthetic will work. If your character needs accommodations for driving, they can have them. Ask us for details.
  • Get a phone. Characters have to obtain a phone (and a SIM card) themselves. If they've got one from home, it's damaged beyond repair. Phones are cheap. It'll only take a couple of weeks to afford one. You need to know the number before you text or call anyone. Read about phones and the Forum before you hop on it.

TDM threads can be canon if characters are accepted. Top-levels made to the TDM should be open to all.
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Fluxdrift
Arrival & Introduction
Date: Throughout May
You've tumbled over a cliff. You were fighting for your life. You're on the cusp of death. You slipped in the shower. Whatever the catalyst, you struggle to cling to consciousness. As darkness overtakes you, a swirling vortex warps light and shadow in a way that defies all physics. A dark wail etches into your very bones. You couldn't describe it if you tried. You can barely comprehend what it is.

Then you open your eyes.


Through the figure's mask ©, you swear the face is grinning down at you. The tent you're in smells of antiseptic, and scratchy blankets line your cot. Injuries you've sustained have been bandaged. In the corner, you spot a MedBot that's fixed you up. Depending on the extent of your injuries, the doctor on duty might give you some painkillers before you go. Thankfully, your belongings are by the exit. Sorry if anything's damaged. Your landing was pretty rough.

You follow the figure outside. They are Yom Crook, here to lend a hand to fellow fluxdrifts like yourself. Their car's parked beside them. Actually, there are lots of cars around, but Yom Crook's stands out with its painted shark mouth. They explain they found you, unconscious, in a diffusion zone and brought you here. The nearest city is a 2-hour drive northeast. Forget about walking. You'll never make it. Also, you owe the doctor a lot of money for patching you up. But you're in luck: they've got some wheels for you and if you accept the vehicle on loan, Yom Crook will cover your medical bills. That's a good deal, right? It's not the shiniest car or motorcycle, but it'll do. If fortune favors, you'll get to choose between two or three options. Plus, if you need accommodations to drive—like adjustments to your seat height or modified controls—you'll receive all that for free.

Take the vehicle. (And the loan.) Yom Crook assures you that you'll have six months before collectors come around. Any time you're ready to pay a part of it down, return here to the Scrapyard. You'll get a receipt and everything. Paying off the loan in six months isn't impossible, but it will take a lot of work. Just don't get too lax. There's a good chance you'll be juggling multiple loans as you try to get by.

You either know how to drive, or you'll have a bare-bones manual to get you started. Road rules are more a suggestion than enforced, so just hit the pedal and go. The car has some basic features. The built-in compass will help you navigate.

OPTIONAL PROMPTS: a flat tire; a body on the road (is it a trap?); a fender bender

Panorama
Explore & Settle In
Conditions: Warm spring temperatures, light showers
After 2 hours on the road, you find civilization. The largest of the strongholds, Panorama is where the economy thrives. Massive power plants glowing red make it visible from a distance. The city is divided into three districts. For now, you can access the Pavilion and the Blocks. Don't worry about the Sanctum; they're not letting you in.

You only need to know two things about Panorama: 1) it's big, the size of a modern metropolis, and you'll need your car to get around; 2) anything goes as long as you don't pick a fight with the wrong person. Street smarts will get you far. Despite its geographical size, the population isn't huge. With roughly a million people in a city designed for over twice that number, Panorama is far from deserted, but nor is it overcrowded. It's a good thing. Resources are limited as it is.
The Pavilion: Free Samples
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Like any large city, Panorama features a couple of supermarkets. The stock's not as consistent as a proper supermarket. On occasion, shelves can remain cleaned out for a week or two. Regardless, the long tradition of free samples remains. If you're not already shopping, you'll notice the crowded parking lot and clusters of lines inside.

Try samples, push through the crowds as you shop, or give yourself a five-finger discount. If you're cautious, you can pocket a few small items without consequences. The Pavillion doesn't have the infrastructure for surveillance; unless someone sees you, you won't be caught. Steal from the store or pilfer someone's wallet. Maybe you even make a new friend if you bump into another fluxdrift. Or, start a fight with somebody who cut you off in the cheese line. Don't make too much of a ruckus, or you'll be thrown out.

As you look around, you'll see posters advertising temporary positions for the cash register or graveyard shifts in the warehouse. Seems they might've lost several employees recently (how'd that happen?), which is good for you! It's just a 6-week position, but it'll get you on your feet. The city has temporary positions like this all over. Permanent ones are harder to come by when you're new.
Samples include: steamed cabbage dumplings, synthetic cherry juice, cheddar cheese, and chocolate-covered alien eggs (it's crunchy and weirdly tasty). They're served in the usual throwaway paper cups with little toothpicks.
The Blocks: Power Outage
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Power's finicky in Panorama, especially in the Blocks. Saint Margery's Hospital, located in the same area, has priority for power so the first to go are the motels. Maybe you've been in your room for a couple of weeks, maybe you just got here—and by the way, every motel desk is happy to put the fee on your tab if you don't have the money upfront—but all the motels on the east side are in a blackout, leaving only the west side motels up and running.

What do you do? You have three choices:

  • Risk leaving your room and head to the other side where there's power. Knock on some doors and negotiate with another to share the room. They might shut the door in your face, ask for a favor in return, or be nice enough to help you with no strings attached. There's no guarantee your unattended room will be untouched, though, and you'll be on the hook for any damages an intruder causes.
  • Sit in the dark and deal. It's not the worst idea, but the TV's down, the vending machines are powered down, and with the entire place plunged into darkness, you risk getting robbed. If you struggle with defending yourself, you might want to find some trustworthy company. You can also sneak out of there and let them take your leftover pizza. It's not like you've got a ton of valuables, right? Plus, clobbering someone in the face with a frying pan sounds great until you realize you've gotta do something with the body. And what if this person's got a friend waiting?
  • Get in your car and drive (or grab a friend for a road trip). If you scroll the Forum, you might notice reports on diffusion zones southward. Besides, these motels are hardly your forever home. The city can only provide so much. Why not go for a ride and see what you can find out there?

OPTIONAL PROMPTS: clean up on aisle 3 (what is that goo?); a knock at your door but no one's there; you hear screaming or a commotion down the hall


The Fringes
Quad 3: Lockdown
Conditions: Stormy, with flooding roads
Felix Bjurstrom
> Date: 125-05-17
> Time: 02:15:57

> Emergency road lights have been reported in Quadrant 3! Please, can someone go see what's there? When last we chasers investigated emergency lights, a whole truck filled with sour candy had tipped over. Our stores were stocked for weeks! Oh, be careful - reception looks bad in that zone.
Whether you end up here on your own or you were following a tip on the Forum, the outcome is the same: you come to a stop in front of a 2-story office building that's flooded several inches deep. Emergency lights from a roadblock flicker through the stormy night. Stepping out of your car, you're soaked within seconds. When you check your phone, you don't have any bars. No calls in or out.

Through the open windows, a computer awakens and displays a cheerful smile. The lights inside switch on.

Pick your scenario role below. Your thread partner doesn't need to take the opposite role! They can join you in the same scenario (i.e. trapped together). Players are also free to create a generic NPC for the other side to facilitate the thread.

After characters escape, they'll find one bottle of antibiotics in their pocket or car, whether they remember taking it or not.


A: Sealed In
As you peer through the windows, you see crates of medicine floating around. Antibiotics in the diadem are valuable. Hospitals and doctors are always buying. You can keep it for yourself or make a quick buck. Or maybe you're compelled to help somebody back in the city who's in need. Whatever the reason, you decide to take the risk and step inside.

Water splashes around your ankles. The lock buzzes behind you. If you try to break the windows, you discover they're unnaturally resistant to shattering. With the whole place locked tight, the water begins to churn. Then the computer lights up again.

Warning, it flashes in large, bold text. Quarantine in progress. Release code required for exit.
  • To find the code, you'll have to search. Duck under the water, go through sopping envelopes and sticky notes or pick the locks on the filing cabinets and desk drawers. You can also try hacking the computers. Use your computer knowledge or fall back on the age-old trick of seeing who wrote down their password.
  • The files, notepads, and emails start innocuous, but as you look through them, disturbing phrases jump out at you—a dark thought you've had or a cruel taunt from someone in your past. The longer you're fixed on the terrible words, the higher the water begins to rise. Only another can break you out of your trance.
  • With the rising water comes fear. And the more you're afraid, the more the water also rises. You begin to see faces in the water, bobbing like balloon heads. Do you recognize them? If you move to take a closer look, they will sink back beneath the surface as if never there.
  • If you manage to swallow your panic, you can eventually find a triple-laminated binder with the release code and instructions. Bad news: you need someone on the outside to punch in the 6 strange symbols in order. The instructions explain that the code panel is located at the back of the building.
Let's hope a friendly face comes along.

B: Set Free
As you peer through the windows, you see not just the crates of medicine but someone trapped inside. They look like they might be in trouble, and from your vantage point, you notice that the water is bubbling strangely. It's definitely not normal rainwater. As you watch, the water rises unnaturally, stopping and starting. It's as if the water level is responding to an external stimulus.
  • The glass is soundproof. You can't hear what the person inside is saying, so you'll have to communicate with each other another way. Try charades, typing on your phone, or whatever you think of. Eventually, you determine that they're stuck and that you need to enter some sort of code onto a pad located—according to your trapped partner—at the back of the building.
  • Around the back, shadows swallow your surroundings. The panel must be pried open, but a slippery substance makes it hard to get a good grip. Each time the substance touches you, you grow uneasy. You swear you see eyes watching you, though when you turn around, nothing's there.
  • You can't seem to keep the instructions in your mind. And those symbols...they burn into your retinas. Through them, you glimpse an incomprehensibly massive figure unfurling in the darkness, pulsing as if in a deep sleep. When you snap back to reality, you realize you've injured yourself, slicing your hand on a sharp edge or a bruise you can't remember getting.
  • Once you manage to release the doors, the water inside the office drains upward into the sky as though sucked out by a giant hose. The darkness spreads. Get out of there fast before the shadows drag you or your partner into the void.
Of course, you don't have to help anyone. You can leave the individual there, make a deal, or outright extort them. But remember, you're not the only person on these roads. You might want to play your cards carefully, even if altruism isn't your first instinct.
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ARRIVAL

[personal profile] go_loud 2025-05-20 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
ARRIVAL
This is. Not, precisely, how Camilla Hect expected things to go.

Dragging herself from that endless void, she heard the echo of herself saying "Match to the Sixth"; felt in her bones the bizarre emptiness of being alone in her own body again -- so it had to have worked, at least. The connection, like a circuit, like the copper all those years ago! They were right -- but.

But where was she?

The thought occurred to her -- even as she took stock of the surroundings, absorbing the things being explained rapid-fire, the things like and unlike things she hasn't seen -- that this could easily be a River bubble. If they'd been off by just a little bit, or Ianthe had done more damage than Cam estimated --

The behelmeted loan shark was impatient with her questions. In any case, it didn't matter, not immediately. Until she figured out how to get home (when did New Rho become home? but where else could be, really?) she needed to be able to navigate within the parameters of whatever this was, and she could already tell that the person offering her a sketchy deal wasn't lying, at least, that she couldn't do it without a vehicle.


So here she is, with a pretty astoundingly healed wound, a bottle of painkillers, and something called a "Hummer" that resembles some of Blood of Eden's less armored vehicles if it wasn't in a blinding shade of yellow that even the Third might blink at. (Also actual keys to it, usefully.)

Unfortunately, it turns out that two hours on the road allows her mind to wander: to her necromancer, of course; to her friends, to what happens if she's dead -- and if she's alive, what that means for them too --

Something (a merging car, an animal, a person?) is suddenly, too suddenly, in her periphery, and she snaps to attention, letting out a murmured stream of vulgarities mostly at herself for not being alert. Camilla swerves and skids, gritting her teeth and bumping over onto the shoulder.
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[personal profile] vaimanat 2025-05-20 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Well met, to you, Master Amos."

She offers no clarification, of what she can do otherwise. Instead she gestures across from her to one of the chairs pulled over.

"If you will sit, I can answer some. I cannot speak at distance for a length."

In one aspect they are met equal, little changes on her expression, and neither her tone. Her voice does not lift, and in fact it seems like it almost can't, something that strains for the effort and sounds more husky and deeper, than sweet and clear.
Edited 2025-05-20 08:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-20 11:24 am (UTC)(link)
It's still no easy thing to be an oracle to those you care for.

[Alucard will let the matter go. He can only say that it is an unfair thing to ask anyone to speak of the future as if it is written in stone, especially if it is dire. Especially to a loved one.

Easier to deal with the question of magic, because frankly, that gets a noise that on anyone else would be a short and sharp bark of laugher. On Alucard, it is only a little huff.]


I've met plenty of magic users in my time. You'll have to hope your reputation isn't skills backfire 50% of the time.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-20 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
What of me?

[Juste. Now there's a concern. It isn't as if the older man knows where the other two have gone. He may very well be panicked right now. Understandably so too, given how he's only just come out of his deep desire to shut out the world.]
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-20 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
--Very well. [Alucard isn't sure he trusts that statement.

But two hours can't be that bad, can it?

He frowns, more to himself than in the direction of his temporary instructor.]


Thank you. This is at least a solid foundation to work with.
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-20 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
( maelle certainly likes to put him on the spot, and gustave can't help but wonder if it has to do with her finding fondness in teasing him or trying to get him to do things she reckons he wants to do; he's the adult here, isn't he?

though it warms his heart seeing that maelle listens to his instructions. she didn't need to, never really has to, but this alone proves to him of the strong bond they have, this unending trust in one another.

he waves his left hand at them them, as if abashed. )


Nothing special about this arm.

( because the last thing he wants to do is making his arm seem more valuable to people like his current assailants. it's not like he has been able to get any charge in his arm, anyway, and it's not for lack of trying...

but, anyway, he wants less to do with these strangers and more with rushing to maelle to hold her, to make sure she's really there, which is why he swings his sword in his hand and steps closer, one-two steps, and rushes the remaining men, a hard hit with the blunt side of his blade on one back, and the other on the shoulder. that'll smart for a while, and even if they don't fall into a heap on the floor, they're already scrambling.

gustave just watches this, and as a responsible adult, says, )


Allez! Don't forget your friend!
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-20 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
( though it smarts, gustave pays no heed to the cut on his arm, as this man—this stranger—berates him instead. he figures there is sense to that, to have a mark to remind one of what shouldn't be done, but that's just not how gustave operates. the other point of how he operates, is that he really will not fault nor blame the man at all for the cut on his arm.

this was a choice gustave made, and he will deal with the consequences, without resorting to ire.

he finds himself with the need to dismiss his sword, too, when the trickling blood catches his attention and he has no choice but to put his mechanical hand to the cut, a quiet assessment of it. )


Permanent scarring shouldn't be a prerequisite for learning a lesson.

( so would the man without one arm say, to the man with a scar across his eye. they can do better for the younger generations.

(he'll need bandages; for now, he just straightens down his arm, and lets the darkness aid him in not drawing unsolicited aid.)

he glances at the profile of the man, making something out of his features and profile in what little light there is at this time, but cannot necessarily discern much. gustave is wary, because... he doesn't know the man, yet he seems to be from lumiere, with all that gustave has seen. )


'Very'? Considering this place's nature, I don't know that it would be an impossibility. I'd say you should expect more.
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-20 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
( gustave is a man of community, even if he doesn't consider himself the best at leading those efforts. emet-selch may come to learn in time that he is a lot of heart, willing to serve and help others, so long that is something that he can do and it's something appreciated. )

You're quite right, Emet-Selch.

( he mostly just says the name to make sure he's getting it right...

he lets go of the hand after a moment. )


This place is quite different from my home, and I'm still trying to get my bearings. ( —find his friends, his family, because they have to be here— ) Was that... magic you used?
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sciel here ruining his cool guy persona !!SPOILERS LOOK AWAY!!

[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-20 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
( having sciel throw her arms around him is a balm to his soul at a time like this. he had been running on empty, feeling a clawing desperation drag him down again; perhaps the sight of other people, albeit strangers, made him a little more resilient than what he had been upon first landing on the continent. he holds her tightly against him, grateful.

and completely unawares of what turmoil and truth sciel is hiding so well underneath her mask. he's none-the-wiser, as she grins.

a little abashed, he gazes away, though her words do manage to make him smile; his hands still on her, at her sides, as if not wanting to part from this connection just yet. )


Well, truth be told, I'm glad you did. ( jump in, that is. ) Thank you.

( but that's enough of that, and he draws back, letting her have her space. though sciel seems like she wants to keep close, regardless. maybe it's the darkness? he keeps a hand on hers, as to not lose track of one another. )

I think it's fair to say that this isn't the Continent. I've been— ( he laughs softly, because duh ) I've been looking for all of you. Now that you found me ( BECAUSE SHE DID ) I want to believe that Maelle and Lune are here, too.
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-20 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
A hearse.

( gustave raises a brow, not quite certain of why it would be called that specifically. death does not happen normally in lumiere, so it stands to reason it's not something he has ever heard or seen before, even in his studies.

it's a new word in his vocabulary, too. what else she offers is something he stores away, too. )


—ah, of course. ( softly said, fishing for his keys and walking towards the car. ) I suppose there is no better teacher than experience itself.

( he opens the door, swinging it open, marveling again at the inside of the car, and takes a seat. before he does anything else, he stops and glances at the woman through the window. )

Would you like to join me?

( there's another seat, after all. )
focuslights: (i play my keytar wherever i go)

the setting was too perfect to pass up

[personal profile] focuslights 2025-05-20 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[he looks just as strange and alien to her, but remnants of the world pre-War were all around. from music to film and abandoned theater marquees, she’s seen what humans had been like from before.

still, she wrinkles her nose all the same, hand dropping from her ear as she ducks back into her car to more easily get out.

she’s gotten herself a jacket at this point to throw over her costume white dress, and she zips it up to brave the elements, tucking her hands into her pockets as she approaches him.

Omar’s always told her she trusts too much, but old habits die hard.
]

Listenable, huh? I might have some of those. [she holds one hand out, gesturing for him to pass one of the tapes over to her so she can have a look-see. normally she’d jump at the chance to hand out her band’s stuff for promo, trade or no trade, but she’s only got the one.

there are a few other tapes she grabbed from the scrapyard at a whim and found in the glove compartment though.
] What’s wrong with the ones you got?
Edited 2025-05-20 13:21 (UTC)
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-20 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The couch. Logan glances at it. It's one step above something you'd find abandoned on the side of a road, stuffed into the cramped room between the bed and the wobbly round table. These rundown hotels and motels are mostly shit—yellowed wallpaper, a microwave on top of a dresser that barely works—but Scott's right: out of everybody, Logan's right at home. The Blocks' lined with the kinda places he drifted in and out of for years, if he bothered to look for a bed at all. His room at the school back in the day was the nicest he'd been in by a long shot.

Funny. He's almost never seen Scott away from the school, either. They didn't exactly take road trips together.

For a second, Logan's eyes narrow, one inch away from picking a fight to pick a fight. Then he sticks the still-burning cigar back between his lips. ]


Since when were you scared of the dark? [ Yeah, fine. He's not gonna kick Scott out. Once upon a time, he would've. Doesn't mean he's keen to hang around while Cyclops snores a foot away. He grabs his jacket. ] There's moldy bread somewhere around here. Help yourself.

[ He's out the door without another word, though he hasn't gone far. If Scott looks out the window, Logan's sat on the curb beneath it three floors down, finishing his cigar, one leg stretched out. He needs some goddamn air. So much for sleep. The hell is he supposed to do with the pain in his ass behind that door? A lot's happened. Trask, the Sentinels. And it's also, it's been a long time since he's—Jesus, since he's thought of Jean, okay? Really thought of her in that way that squeezes his chest. He buried her twice, buried dozens more after that. It never stopped hurting, but maybe—after all this time—it started to dull. Or he got used to ache in his heart.

Scott knocking on his door completely fucks that all up. Ain't that just like him.

Fifty-fifty chance, whether Scott goes down after him or if he just sets up on that lumpy couch and leaves things be. Logan knows which option he'd prefer. ]
Edited 2025-05-20 13:21 (UTC)
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-20 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
( He eyes her as she leaves, swallowing the urge to shake his head at that pitch-perfect customer service tone she's taken up. He gets it, he does, it's a defense mechanism against every customer she's forced to interact with but especially against him. Easy to fall back on for lack of any better idea of how to react to serving a murderer. Impressive that she's holding it together as well as she is, frankly.

But then she rolls back in and starts giving him the spiel, and he can not for the life of him help the way his lips twist up a little on one side, or the pure, unadulterated amusement that flashes through his eyes.

She can't guarantee his safety, huh?

He'd laugh outright if the concept weren't disturbing on a deeper level. If it's so bad she's obligated to give a disclaimer about her god damn work parking lot, what must it be like to walk to her car after her shift? Or, god forbid, walk home by herself if she didn't drive? This city really is filthy, absolutely lousy with scumbag shitheads chomping at the bit to stick anything they can into a woman, whether or not it's made of metal. It makes him god damn sick to his stomach.

That sideways smirk dissolves quickly.
)

Appreciate the lecture, ma'am, but I think I'll be just fine. ( He doesn't plan on sticking around that late anyway. He's almost forty years old. Sticking it out in bars until one in the morning is for a younger crowd than him. He chews his cheek for a moment, and eventually caves into the urge to ask: ) What about you? You got a safe way to get home that doesn't involve a trunk full of short ribs?
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[personal profile] yeahmagnets 2025-05-20 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jesse glances over as the passenger door creaks open, watching her climb in with a quietness that doesn’t read as discomfort so much as deliberation. Like she’s still deciding if this ride is real, or worth it. He gets it. Hell, he’s still deciding the same thing, and he’s the one holding the keys. Her question breaks the moment gently. You didn't tell me your name. He blinks once, surprised by how long it took to come up. He’s talked a lot already, thrown out half a dozen things that meant nothing, filled the air with static to keep it from folding in on itself. And still, the basic, simple, human stuff he forgets to give. Her follow-up makes him huff out something close to a laugh. ]

David. [ He echoes, incredulous, shooting her a sidelong glance. ] Yo, no offense, but do I look like a David? [ His mouth twists like he’s trying not to smile but doesn’t quite win the fight. There's a glint in his eye now, a flicker of warmth not unlike how sunlight filters through a cracked windshield. Crooked, but still gold. ]

Nah. It's Jesse. Nice to meet you, Wanda.

[ He holds a hand out to shake if Wanda wants, a Borneo scorpion tattoo snaking up the back of his hand and disappearing beneath the cuff of his hoodie. He leans forward slightly, twisting the key. The engine stutters, then grumbles awake with a noise that sounds more complaint than power. But it holds. He taps the dash once with something like affection. ]

She’s got personality, alright.

[ Jesse shifts into gear. Gravel crunches under the tires as the van pulls out from the makeshift lot and into the dust-choked stretch of road ahead. ]

So, you hear anything about this city we're heading to?
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-05-20 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm.

[Poor fool, indeed, if that's the case. Well, then it's clear that they're left with a choice: see if said fool needs aid, or simply drive past.

Verso, despite all his flaws, is not the sort to suggest the latter for no reason. He'll have some empathy with someone who made terrible traveling decisions, because being so new, he can envision himself making similar mistakes.]


We should check on him, then, at the very least.
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[personal profile] focuslights 2025-05-20 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Angel's always erred on the side of trusting someone, until they give her reason not to, at least.

she hops off the hood of her car, clearly favouring one side as she leans through the open window to lower her music slightly. maybe she should turn it off, since she is keen on talking to someone to get more of an idea of the kind of situation she's in, but the sound is an anchor of familiarity.

when she turns back around to face him, her smile is friendly, amused by his response. so he's like her, and the others she ran into back at the yard. this is shaping up to be a small world after all.
]

I've got no choice in the matter. It's the place to be, isn't it? [she shrugs and crosses her arms, leaning against the Camaro.

the outfit she came with wasn't made for the elements, but the jacket she managed to nab is zipped up and staving off the elements for now.
] I'm not sure how you wound up here, but for me it was a pretty rough start.

Just waiting for my pain meds to kick back in before I finish my trip.
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[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-20 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
And you can see the mucus trail from that far?

[ it wouldn't be out of ordinary for an angel. but connor... connor is something else entirely, isn't he?

castiel blinks. ]


Um...

[ there's some trash strewn about the parking lot, but a beer bottle doesn't seem like an appropriate place for a gastropod, either, much as he might want to crawl into one. ]

There's a Styrofoam takeout container in my car.
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-20 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jayce is already shaking his head - there was no going back. Staying with Viktor was his choice, he doesn't regret it. Experiencing that perfect alignment while using the rune, knowing and feeling everything, no sense of where one ended and the other began - he's suddenly frustrated by the disconnect now. Why are they even arguing about this?

His eyes remain closed for a long moment in silence. There's more Viktor might not know, that he never had time to tell him - the blood on his hands from the shimmer factory - other things he does know, like the decisions he made as on the council that led to more violence, like the blockade, the weapons he made for Cait. There's still plenty for him to punish himself over that is his and his alone - but making this about any of that right now is a mistake.

He needs Viktor to understand - ]


I was always going to stay with you. [ He lifts his gaze, voice cracking. ] And if this is a second chance - I only want it with you.
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-20 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
( he really is as young as gustave figured, especially with his height. )

You've nothing to apologize about. You helped me back there, you know?

( gustave notices the fidgeting hands and fingers, and lightly takes them into his own hands for a moment so that an zhe can feel the warmth of (one of) his hands, reassuring, before he lets go and puts a steadying hand on the boy's shoulder. )

How are you feeling?
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-20 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)

Elements of mucus, to a degree. The parking lot is riddled with the substance, in fact; it’s more a manner of determining which trails are most fresh.

[Before the retreating slug can escape beneath the vending machine, Connor coaxes it onto his hand.

Retrieval of third slug: complete.]

Can you get the container? I’ll meet you at your car.

[Because, yes, Connor has spotted another slug. In the direction opposite of Castiel’s car, but not too far. Quite a large slug, in fact. Haplessly attempting to slither its way up one of the motel doors.]

Edited 2025-05-20 14:06 (UTC)
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-20 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ By the time Karen gathers her bearings, Logan's half-pinned beneath the pulsing mass. It spiky leg's a half-inch from skewering his face when the shot rings out, echoing between the cramped diner walls. He takes the opportunity to swipe at its side. Some kinda thick fluid pours out of the gash. Then it flees straight up through the hole in the roof.

He scrambles to his feet. The thing she wounded behind the bar is crawling along bleeding out. He doesn't hesitate to finish it off. His claws sink into the amorphous shadow and comes out stained with the same oily black substance. The screech it makes is damn near sharp enough to shatter glass. He winces, ears ringing. Christ. But it has stopped moving. He nudges it with his foot. Only when he's sure it's dead and the others gone does he turn his attention to the woman. She's a stranger's face, but that's not unexpected. He's been here all of two weeks. Hasn't bothered making friends, to say the least. ]


Nice shot. [ His claws retract. In the near-complete dark, it's hard to tell exactly what that flash of silver is. Or where it went. ] You alright?

[ In the lull, he's got just enough time to get that question out before the skittering returns, distant but. More. Twice as fast, twice as many, rapidly closing in. You gotta be kidding. What the hell are those things? Obviously the reason why this diner's been abandoned, though who knows when it'll vanish completely. He's not sticking around for more shadow monsters, and he's not staying to see what fun new zone pops up. Last time he did that, he was stuck in a quagmire for an hour.

Without a second thought, he grabs her arm, pulling her along. ]
We gotta go, c'mon.

[ Hope she's got enough sense to start digging out her keys. ]
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-20 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jack's power has always been intense, but with absorbing all of Lucifer's, there are not many people who could match him now. It's not what he wanted, it's not what he asked for. He thought Castiel was in the Empty and he would never see him again, so leaving his sight now feels anxiety-provoking. Even if it is obvious he does not want Jack around. Their family bond is gone, this is empty. He feels more alone than before. He cannot abandon him. ]

Yes, of course.

[ He would have liked to stay with him, but he accepts it easily. He'll just get the room next door. Castiel is going to find him hard to shake, unfortunately. He won't stalk him everywhere, just keep an eye on him, until Sam or Dean arrives. He follows him.]

Can we talk about this situation we're in? I don't know what we're supposed to do in this place.
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-20 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks surprised. "Don't hospitals help people?" Jack has been in one once, when he was dying the first time. It was a scary experience but he'd been too sick at the time to really remember it. Just a lot of noises and people and tubes. They tried their best but they couldn't fix him. "Perhaps there is a charitable organization. I worked for a soup kitchen once, it was very rewarding." Even if his new friend there turned out to be a murderer.

"Oh, uh." Jack looks at his smoothed over healed skin and realizes there really is no way around it now. He could have not mentioned he was cut but normal humans don't immediately heal. There are many monsters and creatures in his world, perhaps even mutated people although he hasn't met one. They do have powers, many of them, so he knows anyone could be one.

"I have supernatural healing," he admits. "I wasn't supposed to admit to that, but I forgot." It's not as if he's unsafe. There are no angels to try to take him away here, nor could they. "I'm sorry if that's unnerving."
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[personal profile] yeahmagnets 2025-05-20 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jesse leans into the door a little, elbow hooked over the open window as the Hummer glides down the cracked stretch of road, cutting through dust like it’s carving a new route through the middle of nowhere. River’s voice is steady in the background and Jesse listens without interrupting. He lets out a sigh before responding. ]

Sober and stranded in another dimension. Dope.

[ He says it dryly, like he’s already filed that reality under “shit I can’t fix so I guess I’m living with it.” His gaze tracks the horizon. It all looks just enough like the desert he remembers to mess with his head, like this place is wearing the skin of something familiar just to make the knife twist deeper. ]

This probably ain't even the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me if I'm honest.

[ He lets that sit there, unexplained. Another one of those half-truths that says more than it hides if you know where to look. He glances sideways, studying River again. He’s not used to people like this: open, unbothered, still making jokes even when the world’s tipped sideways. But he’s not hating it, either. He tips his chin towards the piece of paper pressed to the windshield. ]

So...you're a doctor?

[ Jesse’s eyes linger, sharp with interest, like he’s trying to place this guy properly now that the adrenaline’s gone and the dust is settling. He still doesn’t know what the rules of this place are: who to trust, what’s real, what the hell they’re all doing here. But it feels like River’s the first person in a while who’s asked him a question without wanting something in return. ]