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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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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-20 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Good question. What does he want. ] How about you don't blast me with your magic rock again, let's start there.

[ First of all, it doesn't take, so it's only gonna cause a headache for everybody involved. Second, it still stings like a bitch. So. He'd rather not. Anyway, he's not gonna bother to tell the girl to let go of her crystal, either. No point.

He circles to the front and pops the hood, unleashing an unholy amount of steam. He doesn't feel bad, exactly—they're the ones who ran him over—but at the same time, he is the reason their ride's crumpled this bad. They're lucky they didn't spin out over the road and flip the damn thing altogether. The hell were they doing going that fast, anyway? Something tells him neither of them have ever been in a car before.

Yeah, it's not gonna be running anytime soon. Doubt they've got tow trucks in these parts. He's still under the hood, fiddling with the gasket despite the steam, when he answers: ]
The name's Logan.

[ Who is a little simpler than what. ]
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[personal profile] summonbeasts 2025-05-20 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[She tilts her head some, giving him a curious look.]

Are you willing to take your time with finding a way back?

[Now Maria didn't exactly grow up with the tales of Alucard as a bedtime story like the Belmont children did. What she knows of him is encapsulated in him killing his father, being a dhampir and apparently being quite old. That doesn't exactly stop him from being a living person with hopes and desires and things he wants to accomplish, even if he had wanted to stick around her and Juste.]
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-20 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
( There it is. He made it through a good three wings before they started wading into the lake waiting for them. He sucks the seasoning off the pad of his thumb, chases it with a napkin, and then plants his elbows down on the table, food forgotten in favor of levelling her with all his attention again. )

This place doesn't work like where we come from. ( Which, by the way, doesn't make that much of a difference in terms of how Frank would've handled this. Shit's still a joke back there, too, but here... ) Enforcers don't work for the people, they work for companies. Businesses. Wealthy assholes. You take this to them, they're gonna laugh in your face and do jack with a side of shit. You know how many honest to god prisons there are in this whole region? One. Anything shy of mass murder, and you're getting three weeks in the local jail, tops.

( He's done some digging. Looked into how the system works here. Didn't think it could get much worse than the already bullshit power structure at play in America, particularly urban America, but... lo and behold. Here they are. )

Best case scenario, you find a bleeding heart that tracks those two assholes down, they go away for about a month, then they're out again and pissed off. What's the first thing you think they're gonna do after that?

( Come looking for the bitch that turned them in. That's what he'd put his money on, anyway. )
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-20 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Adrian's brows knit. Ah. That wasn't quite right, was it? Though he appreciates that the man doesn't laugh outright. ]

Thank you. [ His shoulders slump ever so slightly with his relief and he steps aside, gesturing for them to do as they need. ] I haven't much to offer in payment save for food, if that will suffice? If you have any injuries, I can tend to those as well...

[ He expects that nothing will come without payment, even from those who seem disinclined toward violence. That's the way of things, he's come to learn.

The creature steps closer, and Adrian refuses the temptation to step back. The skeletal appearance, like wasted muscles made of metal and molded to bone, makes it appear as if it would be right at home among Strahd's creatures... but he can't imagine any of Strahd's creatures patiently holding up a vehicle for an apparently human companion. Or speaking so calmly. What is it, exactly?

Adrian looks up at it, having to crane his neck to see its 'face' now that it's a bit closer. ]


Well... Some. [ He says, slowly. Adrian pinches the bridge of his nose, beneath his glasses, his expression pained. ] I was told that 'occasional smoke from the front' was ordinary, like the smoke from the back. Is it that bad?
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-20 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
( it is quite fascinating (and exhilarating!) when the car starts moving. there are some rattling noises from the engine, but it's otherwise smooth, and gustave is sure to put to memory all the given instructions—perhaps trying to look a little too closely at how the pedal are being used, at how the wheel seems to control the tires.

(is there an axis connection to them? if only he felt comfortable enough to pull apart the car to familiarize himself the intricacies of it.) )


It really is moving.

( he looks questioningly at the dials, and points. )

What fuels it?

( it's can't be fire or water or wind—and there's no real exertion from the individual at the wheel. )
Edited 2025-05-20 17:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] nashua 2025-05-20 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, no. No fucking lectures. You think I don't know that cops suck? Not like where we came from? And where's that? Fucking Mayfield? You know you're exactly the type of person they rush out of Dunkin' Donuts for. Not the— the shitty Indian kid who got busted shoplifting bracelets from Claire's when she was fourteen.

[ Okay, deep breath.

Growing up on the reservation, too many of the ghosts had looked like her. Women with feathered hair, women in baggy sweatshirts, women with engagement rings on their fingers. They clawed at doors and peered hopelessly into windows. They were just trying to find their way home.

Looking sullen, she finds some solace in her nachos. Her life is not Frank's fault, it's not his responsibility. She sees an able-bodied white man and assumes all the luck, all the happiness. Born on third base.

She's very, very wrong about that. Maybe one day, she'll figure that out. ]


I wanted a chance to try. [ Her tone has deflated somewhat from its previous hot rush of anger. ] You end up somewhere, you hope it's better than where you came from.
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[personal profile] valle 2025-05-20 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
( She finds herself nodding at the assertion, more understanding than agreement. She gets why it's something that would make a person feel uncomfortable. She can, in part, relate to the need for privacy, the desire to keep some things hidden from the world at large.

She gets it all from a logical place, but in truth... she never really had an issue with it as a child, and because of that, because of him, she was left with an overall fairly positive association with the entire concept. This could change in a heartbeat if she met someone who used this sort of thing against her, who took advantage, who hurt her in one of the very few ways she actually can be hurt — but until that happens, she has no real reservations about telepathy.

People pass by them impatiently, swerving around the wide stretch of space they're taking up, but Laura seems completely unbothered by the annoyed glances they get from passing pedestrians. A few blocks ahead, the supermarket lights are a warm, waiting glow that gets progressively more compelling the lower the sun sinks into the horizon beyond city limits.
)

I don't mind. For the record. It- helped, before. When we first met. Talking wasn't as natural for me then. You made it easier to communicate.
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-20 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Logan's busy looking back at the diner, listening for the noises, for the pure instinct inside him that tells him to get the hell outta here first and ask questions later. He yanks open her door as soon as she's got it unlocked and shoves her inside. ]

Drive fast, follow me. You understand? [ He slams the door shut. By the time he's kicked his bike into gear, the glass is beginning to crack, spiderwebs forming across its thin surface. He doesn't wait around to see it break, just takes off with a glance back to make sure she's behind him.

And yeah, sure, he's never met her before, doesn't know who she is, but none of that crosses his mind, the facts and logic of it. He's just thinking: she was in trouble, he could tell she was freaking out—that stutter in her heartbeat and her breath—and that meant the choice was obvious. High chance she might not even follow him; wouldn't blame her if she'd rather go off on her own than trust a stranger who showed up outta nowhere. But he can hear her car behind him as they speed down the empty highway. The diner fades into the distance. He aims north where Panorama sits. A pick-up passes the opposite way, a few motorcycles. Nobody who gives them trouble. Eventually, they pause for a break outside a well-lit spa that's got a holographic poster in the window. ETERNAL BEAUTY, it promises. The place looks deserted. He doesn't go inside, doesn't wanna risk what might be lurking, but he does pull up beside her car and taps on her window to ask if she's still okay.

She is.

They're not so far from the city they can't make it back in couple hours. He's not sure where she's been staying, though he figures, like the rest of them, she's just been grabbing whatever room's available that's least shitty. He ends up stopping in front of a corner store that straddles a midpoint between the Pavillion and the Blocks. ]


You good now?
Edited 2025-05-20 17:48 (UTC)
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[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-20 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooh, well, that's lucky.

[ She should probably be more concerned about the debt piece. Or even the driving part, when the roads are as difficult as they possibly are. But all of this tastes like a weird sort of freedom despite how surreal it is: no bright numbers on a tree in the distance, no Paintress, no one dogging their heels. She hasn't seen a Nevron yet, and no one's mentioned them.

...That's something to ask, maybe.

With his instructions, she frowns, a thoughtful slip of her lips. She'll need to figure out all of that. ]


Can you show me which is which? I don't want to hit anyone, after all. And you can tell me about these...other universes you're speaking of.
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-20 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's still unaccustomed to his newfound strength, to the point where he thinks he's not applying it correctly--but even after significant percussive maintenance, it doesn't budge. Viktor runs his fingers along the seam of the door, and that's when he spots the box to the side.

That is slightly easier to access, though the longer he attempts to do anything, the greater his sense of dread becomes, until he's left staring at the number pad, almost unable to proceed.

After a long moment, he's back. He's pressing his phone against the glass.
]

CODE??

[There's nothing to be found with regards to that outside--perhaps she has something in there?]
Edited (i fucked up the courier text) 2025-05-20 21:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-20 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh nooooo, it's almost like he has to accept it. Oh noooooo!

Sciel catches his eye as he starts to protest and she shakes her head. A finger goes to her lips and she nudges him just a bit with her shoulder. He's not going to turn this back on her. She's tough, she can go without a little bit of food. And if she gets hungry, she can always bully Verso or Gustave and get food from them instead. (She won't, but...) ]


It's possible. I mean, 'samples' implies they'll have more for people? We could probably go back tomorrow. But little things like this won't keep people fed. I'm guessing we'll need to do some work or create partnerships.

[ She knows how to farm and can help people grow things. But seeing the way the land is, she doesn't think that's going to work too well. Maybe they have an arena here for some fighting and bets... ]
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-20 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
( His face remains largely impassive while she flips her shit at him; neither judgmental nor angered nor dismissive. Just stoic, stone-faced, and still. She can get as much of that out as she wants to, and yeah, he doesn't disagree with her in the slightest. Straight white asshole men never have to worry about the cops like other people do, and they're the last people to ever face the consequences for their actions — if they ever do. Don't think he's not wholly aware of that, and that it isn't a motivating factor for why he puts a bullet in so many of them. The Kitchen Irish, the Dogs of Hell, the vast majority of Fisk's men, entire segments of crooked cops and feds, a disproportionate amount have something glaringly obvious in common. The system's doing a lot more work with other demographics, and it sure is some absolute bullshit.

He gets the desire for optimism. The beautiful want for a better place, but —
)

It's not. It's worse. And this isn't me trying to piss on your parade, kid, this is me trying to keep you alive. You realize if that asshole turned the knife forty-five degrees and stabbed instead of swiped, you'd be dead right now? You want that? You wanna die? Because it's a hell of a lot easier than you think, and that's what's gonna happen if you decide being naive's more comfortable than being real. There's no room for wishful thinking in this place, you need to swallow that pill now.

( If he has to be the cold bucket of ice water that acts as her wake-up call, so be it. He can live with somebody hating him for that. He can live with that shit all day long. )
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[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-20 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well maybe she should have read the latter pages! Then neither of them would be in this ridiculous situation. And, even if she hadn't read the manual and the cheat sheet of 'Laws of the Road at Glance', surely driving here long enough would have given you a general idea of when to go, when to stop and rights of way.

But maybe all of this is being thought because she's just incredibly irritable after her long shift. She very nearly looks like she's prepared to launch into a heated debate about the right of way when the girl suddenly stops short. ]


What? Go where? This is the first I've crossed this street and seen you.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-20 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda has been one of the many fluxdrifts who has had to, just like karen, just adapt to the new normal. she has never had a job in her life before, so this is her first forage into this strange new thing—which is why wanda has picked out something relatively tame.

helping at a store and bouncing between supporting at the counter or cleaning up and stocking aisles.

today, the nice blond lady is there at one of the shelves, and wanda sweeps by with a few boxes of some off-brand cereal between her arms. )


Someone took these to the counter but never came back to pay for them.

( so they need to be put back in their place. except she has no room to pull them out of her arms and set them up in place herself. they're both wearing the same apron for the place with a little name tag. wanda squints... )

...Karen, right?
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[personal profile] magike 2025-05-20 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
( rowena had been convinced at first, too, too afraid of lucifer to want to see past that, even with samuel's reassurances. then she'd met jack, and his gratitude for her actions and kindness towards her made him look at him, seeing the boy rather than the father. she'd known immediately that he was not lucifer.

kindness that he still shows now, and even if rowena isn't afraid in this place, or tells herself that she isn't because she knows the world, his thought makes her smile anyway )


Finding somewhere to stay will be our first thing to do.

( she was not living out of a car. that was worse than some of the ways she'd lived in her past )

Then learning more about the location we are in. Where things we will need are, people to be aware of, at least until we can get the ingredients to cast a spell to return us home.
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[personal profile] tataille 2025-05-20 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The irony of a monster in the building is not lost on him. The scent of blood is in the air and it's truly a struggle to keep his teeth where they belong, hidden, out of reach. He's so hungry, and he's got no idea what to do about that. It's gonna be a pain in the ass tryin' to feed, that's for sure.

The hallway’s cooler than the flooded office, but Benny’s still soaked to the damn soul, leaving a trail of water behind like a one-man plumbing disaster. The water recedes fast and he stumbles out, gripping the doorframe like it's keeping him alive.

The kid is waiting outside the door, looking real casual for someone who just bled in front of a vampire - not that he knows. He manages a tightlipped smile. ]


A monster, huh?

[ Benny drags a hand down his face, flicking water and frustration in equal measure. He sure has some regrets about this day and the choices he's made. ]

Yeah, I got that memo. Think it wrote me a love letter in the water.

[ He gestures vaguely behind him, toward the drained room and all the things he’s not looking back at. There's too much they're faced with now, shadows slipping between them, darkness spreading even as they speak. He shifts from foot to foot, then takes his hat off and wrings it out. ]

Faces in the water, whisperin' voices, now these shadows? [ headshake. ] We better get the hell on outta here, I'll save my gratitude for when we aren't on the verge of bein' somethings dinner.

[ It all comes out a little rougher than he really intends it to, but the hunger’s clawing at him under the ribs, and he's in desperate need of some fresh air. ]
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[personal profile] tataille 2025-05-20 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Same as anyone else, I imagine. Woke up with my neck broken and some kinda paste on me that smelled like a dead animal. Whatever passes for medicine here could use some work.

[ Even if it IS advanced enough to help heal a vampire. ]

Same thing for you, ami?
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[personal profile] nashua 2025-05-20 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As he talks, Nashua swipes a nacho chip through a mound of stringy cheese and sour cream and pico de gallo again and again, until it's practically soggy with topping. Only then does she shove it into her mouth.

Through the haze of chatter and music and smoke, the words do sink in. And they leave her feeling oddly exposed, fighting the urge to favour the wound on her side yet again. ]


Yeah. Yeah, okay. I get it.

[ Deflated becomes dismal, but there's nothing in her voice that suggests a lie or even a terrible amount of intimidation. ]

Look, just— don't start anything here, and get me fired, and we're cool.

[ Cool enough. Nashua isn't sure how much she wants what he's proposing: to become hardened unto a slab of concrete just to survive. She likes her humanity. And she liked not knowing what it meant for someone to die because she spoke to the wrong (right?) person. But he's right about one thing; she can live without that a lot more easily if she's, well, alive. ]

Eat your wings. I only get one discounted item per night.
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-20 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Adrian feels as if he's watching the future unfurl in slow motion the moment that the man begins to pinwheel his arms, falling backwards. He can't move quickly enough to get out of the way and then—

Something solid catches him, preventing him from cracking his own head open on the tile, but Adrian has barely a moment to be grateful. Blinding pain radiates through his face as the back of the thief's skull makes contact with his nose. Adrian swears in a very ungentlemanly fashion, flailing and scrambling to be free of the press of bodies. ]


No, don't touch—

[ He ends up on his ass on the tile floor, holding his own bleeding nose, eyes wide.

It's too late, of course. The brief moment of contact was enough to turn the thief's skin suddenly pale, and a few moments later he's flushed with high fever, practically delirious. Adrian looks up at the woman who'd caught him. ]
You're alright?

[ People have stopped to stare at the commotion, which is just perfect, of course. ]
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-20 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
( Don't start anything here and get me fired; despite himself, his lips pull up on one side. He's being one hundred percent honest when he fires back: )

Kid, I just came here for the band.

( What he means is I won't. What he means is I didn't come here to start trouble. What he does, he does well, and he does it smart, and he only does it when it's right and necessary. Looking for an excuse as weak as a bar fight isn't his MO.

Granted, the band didn't turn out being all that good, but still. Being out in public, semi-social, willing to have a beer and not checking his six every ten seconds is kind of a big step for him. Having the capacity to do this more than makes up for how lackluster and soulless the performance has been.

Eat your wings earns a short grunt of:
)

Yes, ma'am.

( And he tucks back in again, lapsing into a quiet that is, at least to him, comfortable.

When he does ultimately wind up tabbing out and leaving for the night, he leaves her more than enough of a tip to cover the food, and he goes without saying goodbye.
)
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wildcard!

[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-20 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
( it's been a hell of a few days, and while gustave feels a little more tempered over finding his people (how lucky, really), it is about time that he takes some time off, for himself, and just... indulges.

he's sitting at the counter of a bar he found after roaming around the pavilion, and decided he is deserving of wine. or whatever alternative to wine they have in this place. he is served something that smells like wine but doesn't quite taste like it, but beggars can't be choosers; he isn't planning on spending all his hard-earned joolies here.

a man sits next to him, and he's in enough of a buzz to offer a friendly greeting. )


Welcome, mon ami. ( he grins, raising his glass with his left hand, the mechanical prosthetic. ) The wine isn't the best, ( —the bartender throws him a glance and gustave laughs softly, apologetic; it's clear he's made a friendly impression so far. ) but the bartender is a keeper.

Cheers, yeah.
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[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-20 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Fortunately, my skills and my reputation are higher than that, [ Strange responds. And, knowing full well that Alucard will point this out, ]

At least, my reputation was high back home. I plan on rebuilding it here, though obviously that shall not be done overnight.
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[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-20 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Maybe being able to tune someone like this guy out will eventually come with age, but as it stands Alisaie is only 16 and comes with the short fuse and lack of patience that would probably be just as effective as deterring someone like this. And sure, an argument could be made that no one else in the line really cares that he's cut in, but she does. It's the principle of the thing and frankly, it's just downright rude.

She doesn't expect Amos to play along but is pleasantly surprised when he does - not that it shows on her expression in the least. Rather she doubles down nodding along as if to say, 'See? He's head a really awful day and you're only making it worse.' Fortunately the doubling down does seem to work - or it looks like it works. The moment he mutters something she steps up towards him looking a little (read: a lot) more incredulous than she had before. She hasn't reached for the rapier hanging at her side but make no mistake her hand is close enough to reach it. ]


Are we "for real"? What is that meant to mean? I doubt very much that you would appreciate someone cutting in front of you were the situations reversed. So what part of us asking you to politely wait is not clear?
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[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-20 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Exactly.

[ And in place where loss feels inevitable, where everyone is going to die sooner and sooner, so many people stop having children. It starts to snowball. Now they have fewer and fewer able-bodied people for work like salvaging, farming, teaching. Expeditioners used to number in the hundreds, even thousands. She's seen their bodies herself.

Now... Now they had a little over a dozen on their mission. ]


A group goes every year. And with populace numbers dwindling, that number gets smaller and smaller. It's encouraged - even expected, for a time - that if it was your final year...you'd go. You'd do your best. Nowadays, more and more want to enjoy the time they have left.

[ She can't blame them. In so many other circumstances, she might've stayed behind too. But she has students to think about, loved ones to try to fight for. The worst thing that can happen is she'll die, and she's already accepted that outcome. So why not try?

Sciel smiles a little, faint. ]


It's gloomy stuff. Sorry about that.
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-20 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Adrian nods, prepared to go fetch the tools from his own vehicle when the sudden screech of tires catches his attention. He looks up, staring as if he expects her to disappear if he blinks too soon. It isn't until she says his name that he seems to get his wits about him.

He nods at Sunday's question, already moving toward her. Though Adrian has been as polite and calm as his companion so far, it goes out the window immediately as he moves toward her. ]
Lady Fern!? How long have you been— have you seen any of the others— should you be riding that with a head injury?

[ He's fussing, he knows, but until now he's not had any idea of what might have become of the rest of his friends. Adrian stops shy of reaching for her, though his freckles glow just slightly, warm. Relieved.

He clears his throat, turning back to Sunday. ]
Apologies, Mr. Sunday — this is Lady Fern. She and I traveled together for some weeks before our arrival here. Lady Fern, this is Mr. Sunday. He's just recently arrived as well.