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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.
thetruefocus: (talking at with glass)

[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-21 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Charles is used to taking up space these days and he ignores the pedestrians too. If they think too loudly at the two of them while being rude, he can just brush that aside. It's a chorus at this point, from different angles. He isn't ultimately surprised for her to say that, it seemed that the future X-Men were comfortable with his abilities. It is reassuring to him, that his gifts never became something of an annoyance to others around him.

He taps his forehead just to create a focal point and touch her mind and then his hands are back moving him forward. If she remembers the way it felt for him to be there before, he has just as gentle a touch at this age. He's a warm presence, the care he feels for others evident, especially for her at the moment. ]


Would you prefer to talk this way?

[ It means less people listening in on them and Charles doubts anyone really cares about strangers and their conversations, but they're about to be in closer contact in the supermarket. Curious ears may happen. Charles does not go any deeper into her mind, he only tapped it for conversation, since she brought up how useful it was with communication. If she still struggles to speak freely, this is a way to solve that.

The door to the supermarket opens and he reaches out to hold it for her.]


May I ask what your gifts are?

[ He's always interested in mutant powers and this seems like a good place to start. ]
pagings: (zng2aI7)

[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-21 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ karen is a grown woman who can handle herself - has been handling herself, up until this point, without his strategy in place. has it been easy? far from it. karen page might be a survivor, but this life, this place, is not for the faint of heart. so no, it has not been easy. every day feels like a little more of her resolve falls away. day upon day of survival, of paranoia, of knowing that the moment she might relax, even the smallest bit, will be the day it's all over. it all has felt a bit like an ongoing nightmare, the worst nights that she's ever experienced in hell's kitchen, over and over and over again. but she has done it, she would continue to do it too, alone, for however long it took, but-

well- that is all something they can talk about once they get to that point, when she knows his attention isn't fully on the task at hand. frank castle is a soldier, something that will always be at the core of him, and while it will never be the only thing there is to him, she can recognize when the situation calls for it. and right now, his expertise is warranted. wanted. because if there was ever going to be a chance for a woman getting attacked, it would be near frank. karen would know.

they keep walking, and Karen stops - silent - when his hand comes up to tell her as much. she doesn't risk also leaning around the corner, and instead waits for frank to check the scene, to make a plan. she keeps her eyes on the back hallway, keeps wanting to be of more use but knows her limits, knows that if she engages, the chances of it getting worse are higher. too many bodies, too many changes.

frank turns back to her voice low, and tells her about what she'd been thinking. she nods, trusting him, knowing that it's unlikely but she also doesn't want to get in the way. she's been around long enough to know that ammunition isn't easy to come by, but she also hasn't had a ton of uses for it, so she's not necessarily thinking about it. but of course frank is, of course frank has it top of mind. there's another sound from around the corner, more of a struggle, and Karen quickly catches his elbow before he turns the corner. she's not planning on saying anything, but her eyes say enough. be careful. even when she knows he probably doesn't need it. she squeezes his arm, once, and then lets go and turns her eyes back to the hallway.

she resists the urge to look as frank moves silently around the corner, and has to resist it again when she hears one of the men bark out, angrily. what follows is just about what she expects - yelling, the sound of fists, of breaking bones - and Karen lets one of her hands come to her mouth, holding back the noises she nearly makes in response. frank doesn't need long, barely a few minutes, but then the silence that follows is all that karen needs before she lowers her gun and finally peeks around the corner to see what happened. or, maybe more accurately, what frank's left behind. ]
messenger: brows furrowed, squint (❝ how long have we been here ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-21 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
What?

[ castiel goes left, and the slug that castiel is chasing dodges right. it doesn't seem particularly interested in being rescued, but he's determined not to let it fall victim to the streets, whatever the cost. connor's words don't fully register before he's answered. ]

Why would you disagree with an impala?
smilefornow: (feeling that numb)

[personal profile] smilefornow 2025-05-21 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yes. Sensing vibes and bending spoons and talking with the mind. We didn't have any mystics back home, but there were some witches."

Arthur has a 1960s English view of psychic phenomena, only with the added bonus of coming from a place with aliens, witches, ghosts, and a whole host of other strange things. He accepts the explanation without question. If a talking yam could cast a spell on him to give him the digestive abilities of a scavenger animal, then his queue friend can certainly have psychic powers.

It's not by far the strangest thing he's encountered. Besides, why doubt him? He sounds perfectly rational and level headed. Arthur knows what madmen sound like.

"Oh, but I'm not very good at distractions. Things tend to...er...explode."

Whether intended to or not.
cryptsleeper: <user name="malagraphic"> (N: Dual weilding)

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-21 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Over the past few decades, yes. Most recently the east in Japan and India, although I think I would need several lifetimes to see the whole of the latter.

[The dhampir shrugs, finally sliding down the wall so that he's sat himself on the floor. One can only lean for so long.]

In this way, France was a blip, and traveling is a return to my normal.
fuckinabucket: ("You still hate me don't you?")

[personal profile] fuckinabucket 2025-05-21 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's actually the tricky thing about friends in general; sometimes they're not alright. And Arthur is correct; Sally is very much not alright. Damn you Uncle Jack, for your lack of foresight about this particular social happenstance! How the fuck does one handle this, exactly?

She thinks to ask what the hell he was doing in the mines but she's smart enough to know the answer already; he was trying to Get Out. The Bobbies never made it easy for someone who wasn't feeding them Blackberry to go skipping across bridges. But bloody hell-- an explosion? Is that what happened? Did her boat explode? Because-- because Robert boobytrapped it? Because Faraday fucked up the engine? By accident? On purpose?

Are they dead? Is this actually Hell? And the fates or the angels or whoever the fuck wouldn't drag a dead baby down here with them? Sally is spiraling a little. Maybe, a lot. ]


We were already out. We made it, through all that bullshit with the whole bloody city falling apart around us. And now it's... it's just me

[ And then he offers her another scrap of the civility she'd been starved off, and she can't help but correct herself. ]

Well... not exactly.

[ Turns out poisoning herself just a little is familiar enough a motion to walk through, despite the fact that she hasn't had an actual cigarette in an age. ]

Thank you [ she means to ask if he's got a light, but that last comment hits her sideways. She looks elated and heartbroken all at once. Doesn't he get it? She just told him her baby didn't make it here with her! ]

Arthur. She's... she's not here. Don't you know what that means?
didthedishes: (pic#17851986)

[personal profile] didthedishes 2025-05-21 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wanda being the one to close the distance comes as a shock and it shows plainly on his face. Bob's eyes widen with a spark of something that can only be described as panic as his body inadvertently tries to keep the distance only to be held firmly in place by the soft grip she has on the sleeve of his sweater.

This is not usual for him. To be the one who is less scared, the one with a little more of the answers than someone else who is probably more capable than him. It takes him a moment stumbling over his tongue as he tries to recount how to get out (the memories are fuzzy perhaps by design and frankly he's working on second hand information). ]


There's different rooms. [ And suddenly, where there hadn't been a door before, there is now. Will it be safe though? They can't stay here forever. Which means there's only one way to find out. He looks to her for quiet confirmation before walking the short distance to the door. ] We just have to find one that leads us back out.
smilefornow: (feeling that numb)

[personal profile] smilefornow 2025-05-21 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Wellington Wells?" Arthur doesn't expect the woman to have heard of it. Plenty of people in England didn't know the archipelago existed. After they'd gone into isolation...well. The village may not have existed at all, as far as the rest of the world was concerned.

"I mean of course we used to have cars, but then with the war, they used all the cars for their metal. So...no cars anymore."

And here he was. He's sure he'll get the hang of it...eventually.

"I really am sorry."
thetruefocus: (001)

[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-21 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
No, I had nothing.

[ He only had the clothes on his back and the van parked outside. He didn't have the money for food, let alone to buy anything else. It's why when Logan sets food down in front of him, he hesitates only a few moments before reaching out to take it. It's foolish to be proud when he spent years giving everyone else a home and supporting them financially, but he struggles accepting that same help. Logan he'll reluctantly do so with because they've already established that type of back and forth.

Charles raises his eyebrows when Logan begins but he doesn't interrupt, he lets him say his piece. He knows that there is a lot of history and emotion behind everything Logan says to him. Including when he was tired of his bullshit, and Charles respects that, he does. It's a strange experience, having that type of reverence without having earned it yet. He was close with his students and they built a strong bond, but he lost all of them. They were more like companions though, having discovered it at the same time, it's different when he knows that decades from now, he becomes a figure for mutants. Something much bigger than he's been at this point in time.

Charles is not afraid of the responsibility; he wants to take it onto his shoulders, he wants to be the guide and leader that Logan spoke of, the dream is his from top to bottom. But he is quiet for a few moments, tapping fingers on the table. ]


I wish I was ... closer, to the man you knew. I am decades from when we met, and I may aspire to that, but I am not him yet, Logan.

[ It seems important to communicate that now rather than letting it fester in him, the fact he cannot measure up right now to the great man that he may be someday. He can barely keep his mind in check right now, and he couldn't make money to feed himself, so he is not feeling particularly strong or like a leader of great men. ]

I don't want to disappoint you.
alwaysarmed: (They won't ever get the best of me)

[personal profile] alwaysarmed 2025-05-21 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ The scene in the hall is two men beating the crap out of each other and yelling. They don't seem to pay Yelena any mind even with her light on them and gun pointed in their direction. This just annoys her and she steps out of her room fully with an aggravated groan. She hears some kid on the other side of the fight holler, which is a factor she suddenly has to take in account and she puts her gun away, engaging her widow's bite instead. ]

Hey take it outside or I'm putting you both in time-out!
messenger: drunk, looking down (❝ 5 minutes before u take on divinity ❞)

i wrote a nice tag that dw apparently ate... sighs

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-21 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ their... situation is a safer topic, and the click of castiel's heels slow as the feeling of being chased recedes. the last thing he needs is to be anyone's burden.

castiel inhales, his shoulders sagging beneath an invisible weight. ]


We're meant to be paying our debts.

[ aren't they always? ]
flyoctofly: ([07])

[personal profile] flyoctofly 2025-05-21 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I wouldn't force you but...I wouldn't say no if you wanted. If those thugs think the building is guarded it should keep at least some of them away."

It's always better not to be alone, after all.

"Are you armed? It's hard to tell in this dark."
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-21 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ What he's seeing in her eyes — it seems almost like she's gone too far away for him to reach her, it looks like the feeling that's breathing at the back of his neck, this thing that's heavy and sharp and hot, that he doesn't recognize, that brings up feelings he'd buried long ago. This place has dug something up and that feeling of unease, almost dread, isn't normal for him, he doesn't know what to do with it, except even as she seems like she might not come back, she's keeping him steady. He doesn't know why, doesn't understand it.

It's not because her hands are on him, too. It's not the physical tether between them at all. It's something else that he can't explain, doesn't even want to think about long and hard right now (can't really, they don't have time). It's the way she's living through something, something awful, and he's witnessing it and it doesn't belong to him, but it does. In a different way. She's experiencing it in a different way, too, but it doesn't mean it isn't there for him.

To Amos, sticking close to her right now doesn't make him at all like the kind of person who actually does good things and just doesn't know it about themselves. He isn't good, he's nothing like anyone righteous or decent out there. Best he can do, best he'll ever manage, he figures, is sticking close to the good people, the right people, the ones worth following and protecting. Like a damn code to the door they need to open, like the road that's gonna take them away from here soon, he has coordinates and maps and numbers and figures, and from that, he can carve a path of righteousness that isn't natural, that isn't his, that's all built from everything and everyone settled in his memories.

And that's fine by him. He's sharp edges and that feeling inside that's just a night that doesn't end, that absence of fear, the way everything that lives inside of people like Holden and Naomi, and maybe even her — this woman he doesn't know — and they can feel everything all at once, but for him it's all far away, it's gone. He does what he think they would do.

For him, the instinct to survive is always loudest. Whatever will keep him safe, alive, not caged in. If they weren't trapped together, he would have thought of himself first, would have made an attempt to leave. Keeping him from going too far would have been...them. The people he carries.

The thing about him, though, is once he's decided this — that him getting out of here means she gets out of here — he won't stray from that. ]


Whatever that was — [ He doesn't need to know, won't ask. ] you feel like you're gonna go sideways or anything...comes at you again, say something.

[ Anything comes at you is — what he can't put words to right now. But she was there, and he felt it, too. There's an equal determination in him, an ease with which he shrugs off those things trying to pull him under, like nothing really broke through. He doesn't linger in that, though, he lets go, pulls back, starts to search. Some part of him can't help thinking when they find this code, it won't be a simple escape. Not if it's already done some weird shit. It's just a building, but it feels like...something else. ]
summonbeasts: (014)

1/2

[personal profile] summonbeasts 2025-05-21 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Maria really doesn't mean to level That Look out at the poor man but boy oh boy is she pretty much done with the day. After everything that's happened to her over the last so many months she's fairly done with any other problems. She's supposed to be helping the revolution in France, not fiddling with machinery she doesn't even understand.!

So G'raha gets a look that could sear flesh from bone if it had actual power to it beyond simply it's intensity.]
summonbeasts: (007)

2/2

[personal profile] summonbeasts 2025-05-21 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Then it seems the act of meeting someone else's gaze is enough to make the look entirely drop. The teenager has one knee up on the passenger seat as she reaches for the glovebox.

She hesitates a moment before she huffs out a breath. A slightly less dark look is leveled at her glovebox now as she roots in it.]


Unless you can teach me how to drive this thing then no.
messenger: side-eye, tense, nervous (❝ all human beings ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-21 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
But you're dead.

[ last he checked in, anyway. and doesn't that make it different? he stares for a too-long moment into benny's eyes. before diverting his gaze and moving past him, down the aisle, on the way to the register. ]
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[personal profile] catharses 2025-05-21 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ A fellow arrival. If there is something to be thankful for in being cast into a life of one unknown after another and the fear of such he intended to do his best to embrace in the shadow of those who Trailblaze, only to find those plans seemingly interrupted by this separation from them, if they're here elsewhere - it is, Sunday thinks, a benefit to not have to figure out this part of it alone.

Yom Crook either starts talking again or continues on after it's clear one of them (soon to be two of them, as it turns out) is unclear on how cars work, but he's only vaguely listening with the majority of his attention turned to his new companion. Formality is a comfort in an unknown situation and a delight. Something Sunday prefers to turn to when at a loss to uphold decorum, and he instantly mirrors that bow in the same one he's done hundreds if not what feels like thousands of times before. ]


It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Adrian. My name is Sunday. I would be happy to assist you with what I know, though we may need to rely on our guide here for how to best choose.

[ It has not stopped feeling strange, that very short introduction compared to what he might have once said. It's pointless to mention Penacony, the Oak Family, or even The Family itself when it holds no bearing any longer after he'd stepped onto the Astral Express. Parts of that past he'd bid farewell and left on the theatre's stage, and ones he should not dwell on with an important decision before them.

Yom Crook seems to sense his curious gaze now as Sunday looks back at the vehicle they're nearest: some sort of van, upon which Yom Crook immediately offers praises for that very thing. They may not know when or where they'll need to stop on a trip; isn't it better to be prepared? ]


Both of you do make a valid point. It would be unfortunate to have a lack of space when it is most needed. [ Does this appeal to his need to have a plan? Absolutely. One more point in Yom Crook's favor as Sunday now looks to him. ] What would you recommend of what you've chosen for us to view?
potentialman: (The death penalty.)

I SURVIVED and my new roomie's dog likes me, that's good enough for me

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-21 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ The shadows bother him. Not only in the immediate sense of menacing danger; something about them just feels completely off. Normal darkness feels comforting to him, if anything--it's his weapon of choice, after all.

This is not. This is wrong. These shadows somehow feel like if he tried to summon his shikigami out of them, they'd turn on him and try to tear him to pieces. ]


Looking at them felt...off. Like a curse.

[ He takes a quick look over his shoulder. They seem to be keeping ahead. One bright spot. ]

I tried not to look at them for too long. [ An option she didn't have, unfortunately. ] Are you okay?
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[personal profile] flyoctofly 2025-05-21 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[It'd be silly to ask how much his new ally knows about technology. He is technology, as far as Eight can tell.]

OK, I'll keep you updated. Thank you. [Eight does feel better, his allies have always been his greatest strength.] What's your name?
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[personal profile] summonbeasts 2025-05-21 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[She had heard him mention those two places before at least.

Maria gives up on her stale bag of corn chips and as Alucard slides down the wall she in turn leans back, balanced on her hands pressed flat against the bed.]


Have you enjoyed traveling?
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[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-21 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's nothing like any job karen's had before - the explanation that it was temporary made sense, yes. but the fact she didn't know almost anyone who worked with her, and barely had a sense of her hours, or even what her jobs were supposed to be...

it made for a chaotic experience, which she supposed matched the rest of it too. this place, this living they're making. karen was never one to really let this sort of thing get to her, but it definitely didn't make any of this easy.

but she has met people, here, who have made it a little easier. it's part of the reason she still manages a smile to customers, why she's not entirely closed off when someone approached her. at times, it reminded her just enough of new york, and that was somehow what kept her going.

so when the other woman approaches with an armful of boxes, Karen - tired, yes, a little overwhelmed (she can only straighten shelves for so long before they start feeling like they're messing themselves up) - she still manages a smile. an exhale. ]
They've been doing that a lot, lately. Here- [ thankfully, she notices the way the other woman - her coworker, she realizes a bit belatedly - can't really move her arms with how many of these boxes are tucked in them. so karen reaches out to help unload. ]

Yeah- I only started like two weeks ago. And you're... [ her eyes go to the nametag, but only briefly. ] Wanda?
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-21 01:29 am (UTC)(link)

I’m referring to “asshole.”

[The slugs Connor’s holding attempt to slide off his hands, but Connor is too quick. It’s not quite as stimulating, but it reminds him of the quarter he used to have.

The quarter Hank took.]

Would you like assistance? That slug seems particularly determined to remain as it is.

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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-21 01:37 am (UTC)(link)

Hello. My name is Connor.

[He offers his hand for a shake, arm held out stiffly.]

Yes, it’s a chemical compound. To put it simply: it’s blood for androids, which is necessary for me to function. If you’re asking, I suppose you haven’t seen any.

[Which is to be expected, he supposes. But what if no one has seen any? What if he can’t find any? Reverse engineering from his own supply, perhaps. A problem in need of a solution much sooner rather than later.

Connor’s brow twitches, but still he holds out his hand.]

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[personal profile] decussate 2025-05-21 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ A mannered sort. All the better. ]

Please, think nothing of it.

[ It remains to be seen whether Arlecchino will have a solution. She looks at the young woman with her one odd eye — curiously teardropped like that of the supposed god of justice from her own world — before turning to the busted tire.

The land where she was raised prided itself on its clockwork meka, and in her constant pursuit of knowledge, Arlecchino happened to study the inner workings and blueprints of many a machine. The cars of this world are different beasts in many ways, but a simple tire change surely can't be too complicated.

She helps herself to the car's interior, peering around for tools, buttons, or levers that will serve her. As good an opportunity to learn about cars as any, given that she doesn't have her own to tinker around with. In the meantime, her voice drifts out. ]


I hope you'll keep an eye out for any vultures that might view us as easy prey. We are rather exposed here, after all.
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[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-21 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
No, I can do it.

[ he doesn't want to look like a fool in front of this android. he has a reputation to uphold, as an angel.

(his reputation is dogshit, but connor doesn't know that yet.)

it's only after he puts down the clamshell container that he manages to corral the slug onto his left hand, but that's fine. he relocates it immediately to the safety of the styrofoam before backing out from beneath the car. when he moves the rise up, he knocks his head off the undercarriage with a curse of surprise.

he straightens up, frowning at the new dent joining the rest that decorate his rear quarter panel. castiel rubs his head. then he holds out the clamshell to connor. ]