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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] virtuose 2025-05-21 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Wonder what gave it away.

[Her own tone gives her pause. While still irritable by the series of events, it isn't as if he had done anything about this whole thing. Not to her knowledge. She can already imagine Gustave scolding her with his eyes rather than his words, even if he knows she would pretend to brush him off.

And so, she lets out a sigh, bordering a huff, as she shakes her head.]


Sorry, I'm just a little—[Out of my element.]—distracted. I've never seen a place like this before.
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-05-21 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Verso might want to take the helpful route for now, but that doesn't mean he won't also err on the side of caution. Emet-Selch is smart to leave the engine running, and he takes note of it as he hops out and rounds the vehicle to draw closer to the fallen figure on the road.]

Bonjour, mon ami. [-he calls out experimentally to said figure.] Can you hear me? Still alive...?

[Assuming nothing happens before he closes that space, Verso will walk up to him and... toe him softly with his boot.]
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[personal profile] healbuff 2025-05-21 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Henry, that won't help the water levels!! Speaking of, it's up to their knees now. River glances back and forth between Henry and their rescue and though he isn't in on the connection, nor would he want to. A three way telepathy call in this situation? It'd make things worse.

That said, the old man having received the not-so gentle instruction nods rapidly at Henry to indicate he's got the picture and moves quickly. Time is of the essence and he isn't going to waste time standing there while the two other men begin to drown.

When he disappears, River turns to Henry with an exhale, the sound of trickling ominous water filling the air between them..
]

Looks like he's got the picture as long as your directions are clear.

[And maybe don't be mean to NPC help Henry!!]
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welcome back!! ^-^

[personal profile] evendeathmaydie 2025-05-21 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Excitement turns to confusion when Megumi tries to calmly tell Keni what the dog was. Unfortunately, Keni had no idea what that word ment, but Megumi had said it so mater-of-factlly, they felt a bit stupid for not knowing it. Was that something common in this place and they'd somehow missed it?]

She-gei-gami?

[They sound the unknown word out with the uncertainty of someone trying to avoid unseen pitfalls; unsure that they even heard it right, and hoping they don't butcher it too badly as they muddle it through their southern accent.

As Megumi steps into the room proper, Keni let's go of the door, letting the water slosh it shut, and immediately regrets it when the doors lock buzzes in place.

Shit!

They should have thought to keep the door propped open, just in case. But the idea that the place would lock them inside hadn't even occured to Keni.

That can't help but try the door anyway, just in case. But no dice, it was definitely stuck shut. They notice the water sloshing around their ankles and, shit, Shit, SHIT, this was bad.

Then a computer blinks to life, informing them they're under quarantine and need a passcode to get out. Well. That's- That's just great.

They look back to Megumi.
]

Any chance you're good with computers?
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-05-21 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh?

[He says, crossing his arms and shifting his weight over to one leg, the very epitome of unbothered. All the while, his mind works and works and works, raking over the possibilities. Maelle's appearance, her reaction to seeing him. All of it, not quite aligning with his expectations, and though this is a disturbing realization unto itself... maybe it's the easier one to deal with right now.

And in the same breadth of time that thought passes through his mind, the second-long moment in which he crams all of his uncertainties, ugly feelings, and confusion to live in the pit of his chest for now, he speaks again.]


Oh, I see. So you're just being an opportunist.

[Honestly, valid, and he's just teasing. It's easy to fall into that habit.]
foretells: <lj user=sonea> (pic#17838304)

I love it, it's all good!

[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-21 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...That's a man with cat ears. And a cat tail. And he's talking to her. The surprise melts away to something humorous, her grin wide, and she leans forward a little bit to rest her elbows on her knees to get a better look at him. Her head cants a moment and then she realizes she's sort of staring, so she stops that. ]

I've never seen these stars, no. So it's a little bit harder to discern much for the moment. Guess I have to take some time to get to know them, talk to them a little. I might be able to know a bit more then.

[ Sciel you can't just insinuate you talk to celestial bodies, you weirdo. ]

But you like cards too? Is that the gambling kind or...?

[ Listen, she's fine with gambling in this house. Just wanting clarity. ]
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-21 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Something happened between them in the commune before Jayce stumbled out of the hexvault. He never got the full story. He doesn't think he wants to.

He hasn't had hope of returning to Piltover. It's better that they don't. Maybe it was naive to think none of the harm they caused back home would follow them here to the outskirts of the universe.

You never should have brought him back, for a brief, disorienting second, he forgets she means Vander.

She turns to leave and Jayce wants to slip his hand to Viktor's. They are who they are. There's nothing he could learn that he wouldn't forgive now, no weight he wouldn't try to bear with him (but even he knows that they can't hold each other up if they're both sinking).

She snaps at Jayce before he can do more than brush his fingers against Viktor's arm, his thoughts a flurry of anger and aimless regret. The latter wins out. ]


... you go your way, we'll go ours. [ He finally lifts his gaze to hold hers, eyes narrowed but lacking heat. ] We don't have to see each other again.

[ He's not going to bother continuing to convince her that Viktor won't hurt anyone. He doubts she cares. Jayce cares that she doesn't hurt anyone else ever again - but maybe she's done too. Maybe she's just as tired as they are. ]
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-21 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose this is one instance where you are the teacher.

[ Charles did guide Erik once just as much as his other students. He helped him tap into his greater power, although look where that ended up for them. But he's often been in the role of the authority because of his deep interest and knowledge of mutation and a sharp, quick mind on how to bring out the best in others. Those are skills that are useful in other situations, he just doubts he'll be tapping into that much in this situation. For now. If they are stuck for an extended time, it may eventually come back into usefulness.

Charles doesn't have the money for any of that but it is check marked in his mind for when he does. The fact he'll have to get a normal job is alien to him. He doesn't know where he'll find one that suits him, but literal beggars cannot be choosers. This is a humbling situation. He misses Hank, but he realizes that means he relied far too heavily on his friend to handle everything for him. He's been spoiled.

Charles knows everything about Erik so he's well aware of what he's done to survive over the years, how he's moved through the world. He liked spoiling him a little too when they were together. Giving him things he couldn't get when he was solely focused on his revenge goal. ]


Yes, fine.

[ He doesn't love it but he'll allow it. Charles knows he shouldn't be so sensitive about the chair but the man spent years on a drug solely to get around it. He just needs to readjust. ]

You said your plans in those months after your attack on DC changed. To what?
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-21 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Really, Logan would've just told her to drive on the flat and figure out how to replace the busted rim once she hit the city. Not like the thing can't spin if you step on the gas. Just not the ideal way to do it.

Suppose it doesn't matter when the spare turns up. Logan peers into the trunk. Yup. There it is.

He lifts it out. Takes the tire iron off his bike, too, then sets the whole thing down next to her Beetle. It'll take, what, ten minutes? Whatever. He'll give her a hand. Neither of them have a jack, but he'll make it work.

He starts loosening the lugs. ]
Never owned one before?
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[personal profile] yeahmagnets 2025-05-21 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jesse watches the bike settle into the back of the van like it weighs nothing. Jack handles it with the ease of someone rearranging furniture, and Jesse doesn’t say anything at first, just leans back against the side of the van with arms loosely crossed, taking it all in. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to that. His expression is something between contemplative and vaguely amused. The silence stretches, then he lets out a quiet and stunned laugh, the sound low and breathy, like it’s been knocked loose from somewhere deep in his chest. ]

You’ve crashed three times and still look like you just walked out of a spa day.

[ He shakes his head, not mocking, just trying to wrap his brain around this bright-eyed angel kid with the power of God(?) and the patience of a kindergarten teacher. He wipes his hands on his baggy jeans and then holds one out, a Borneo scorpion tattoo visible on the back of his hand and disappearing beneath the cuff of his hoodie. ]

Ride's a start, but I still owe you a thank you. I'm Jesse.

[ After the greeting, he walks around the side of the van to open the door and slide back behind the wheel. The van groans under his weight like it remembers the ditch and doesn’t forgive easily, but the engine rumbles to life again when he turns the key. The dash glows. The compass twitches back to life like nothing happened. He waits until Jack’s climbed in and then rests his hand lightly on the wheel, not starting forward just yet. There’s something raw and unnameable flickering in Jesse’s expression now as he glances across the cab, something just shy of awe. ]

I don’t get a lotta people like you, man. Like, most people? They don’t help unless there’s a price tag or a reason that circles back to them. Every conversation’s a deal. Every hand’s already halfway to your wallet. And sure, yeah, I shake hands and hand off product and crack jokes and whatever, but it’s always just noise. Just business. You? [ He gestures vaguely, still figuring out what the hell to make of Jack. ] You pick a stranger out of a ditch and say some wild shit about angel blood and your job being to help people like that’s normal. Like it doesn’t make you different, y'know? Not used to it but, like, I guess it's...it's kinda nice.

[ Jesse doesn’t let those words sit too long. He doesn’t want to get too sincere or sappy. He taps the brakes and eases the van out of park, letting it roll gently forward. ]

But hey, listen, if you’re gonna ride with me, you gotta pick some music. That’s the rule. Angel or not. No dead air in this van.

[ He says, gesturing to the radio. Besides, he's kind of curious to see what kind of musical taste this guy has. The van creaks as it hits the road again, but the ride is smoother this time. Easier. Jesse’s still sore, still bruised, still trying to make sense of this place. But he’s not alone now, and maybe that's making a difference. ]
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[personal profile] summonbeasts 2025-05-21 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. I don't believe my mother was very keen on travel.

[Particularly not after Richter joined them. Even as a child Maria had somewhat understood the goal there in the most kid friendly way her mother could explain it. In the absence of Richter's own mother Tera was protecting him just like she did Maria.

Well and Tera didn't seem to want to go much of anywhere. Maria didn't know her mother's full history (and now she never would) and never really wanted to go anywhere herself as long as her mother and Richter were close by.

She tilts her gaze down to her knees in the dark, a little solemn.]


She wouldn't have liked this place much either I think.
foretells: <lj user=megascopes> (pic#17857328)

is the cool guy persona in the room with us... (also cw: implied thoughts of death woops)

[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-21 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's warm. Stars, he's warm and he's real, and that's all she needs for that momentary respite. She isn't alone anymore. Gustave's right here. And while Sciel's always known it would be all right if something might happen to her, the relief is palpable in those moments she's pressed against him, and she can only stuff it away as much as she can when they part. But he's got her by the hand, and that brings another smile to her face, enough to split into a grin. ]

I've got you, you know that. And you've got me.

[ The words cut in her mouth. She swallows the dagger and says nothing. She does have him; Gustave's always been there for her. Things have changed but nothing's changed, like the stars: some nights you see them, some nights you don't, but the love is still there. It doesn't go anywhere even if it's not visible.

He draws her attention back to the others, and she nods. ]


It wouldn't be off the mark. I tried to wait around as long as I could at the, uh-- [ Car depot. ] The loan place. But I didn't want to be too far behind if everyone had gone ahead. And I imagine they've got the same logic as me. I know Lune would.

[ Lune wouldn't wait; she'd go on ahead to the next town, especially if it's a central hub like this. Maelle... Probably would too, if she couldn't find anyone else. She can't say what Verso would do. Probably keep going. ]

They've got to be around here somewhere. And if they aren't...we should try scouting just around the city when it's light. Maybe make a marker for them.
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-05-21 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[They can argue about the morality of attacking those who'd attacked them first all day, but Verso will not linger on what's unimportant. It's impressive, really, how quickly and easily he replies to Gustave's not-quite-fishing.]

Maybe I'm just not used to the impossible being possible. [TO SAY THE LEAST] Adjusting to this city hasn't been easy. Seeing another Expeditioner was like a slap to the face on top of it all.

[And this isn't untrue, either.

Verso nearly doesn't know what to make of this, really. If Gustave is here, then the powers that drive this world—whatever they may be—can do more than just undo death. They can undo non-existence.

Though this shouldn't be news to him, either, given his own state.]


You're hurt. You need to be bandaged.

[That darkness isn't hiding the obvious, Gustave. And Verso's healing chroma can only apply to himself, not others.]
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[personal profile] flyoctofly 2025-05-21 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Eight can tell he's still making Keni nervous, though he's a bit confused as to why. He disarmed, he introduced himself, he doesn't think his body language is intimidating...There can't be another reason to be scared of him, is there? Ultimately, deep down, he's just an octopus.

Maybe they're just more anxious around strangers than Eight is. Or it's just scary to be in an apartment block with no power and no idea who's a friend or foe at first glance.

Still, they're talking. Asking questions. That's good, right? He might be able to put them at ease.

"Right. Like the number," Eight nods. "It's...a long story." He'll tell it if prompted, he actually kind of likes how inquisitive humans are. Some squids will hear him say that and not even blink.

He continues. "Inkbrush, yeah. Octoling bodies produce ink that we can use for fighting." He nods towards the tank, full of bright yellow ink. "I'm trained in all kinds of ink-based weapons, but I prefer brushes."
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[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-21 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the fact he’s only now picking up on that would make karen feel some kind of way. proud? of herself? for not carrying around a sign around her neck that says she has no idea what she's doing, that she's overwhelmed and terrified and barely hanging on. it's felt like she's been on a singular, adrenaline-fueld few hours, so if it's only now slipping through, that's better than the alternative.

and sure, maybe she should be more suspicious. maybe she should turn down the help of someone she's never met before, who just showed up and survived whatever creatures had very nearly killed her only a couple of hours into this whole thing. but the truth is- karen doesn't know if she has that freedom here. doesn't know if she can afford to turn it down. and there's something about this man - logan, his name is logan - that she recognizes. that she can't really ignore.

he didn't have to help her. and he did. and now he's brought her all the way back to civilization, the city, and- well. the longer she's here, the more she is starting to realize that risk taking might be necessary. required even. and logan feels like a risk she can take.

maybe she is still a little out of it - she hadn't even realized how much she's just been standing there, how he had been sitting on his bike, ready to leave, and she just didn't notice. it's not until he parks his bike and stands up off it, leans back against the seat and crosses his ankles, that she picks up on the fact she's just kind of been hovering. processing. (she needs to not be in that truck for a minute.) ]


Staying? [ her eyes glance back to the skyline, then return to logan. she shrugs. ] Um... I don't know. Is there somewhere I should be going? They only told me to head to the city.

[ and here they are. only one wrong turn and a diner full of nightmare creates later. ]
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-21 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a memory that's equally bittersweet to Erik. He wonders sometimes, if Charles would have still helped him unlock his abilities had he known where it would lead them. But he will always be grateful— not for how it helped him tap into his powers, but for the piece of himself that Charles uncovered, and gave back to him. Memories he'd thought long lost.

He thinks, perhaps, if there is still a light in him, it's only because Charles has put it there.

So this, whatever he might help Charles with here, whether it's only advice or actual physical help, will always pale in comparison to what he gave him to begin with. And it comes nowhere close to making up for everything he's done, but it is, he hopes, a better path.

Despite the reluctance, Erik's pleased he doesn't need to insist. He could just push the chair with his hands, but seen as Charles has seen fit to seize one of his arms, he makes use of his abilities instead, easing the wheels forward with a soft swipe of his free hand, then they're heading into the store. ]


I found a place. In Poland. [ He starts, after they've made it past the initial group of people nearer the entrance, and Erik's checked that Charles is doing alright for the amount of people inside. ] It's not much, just a small cabin. I got a job at a factory. I go by a different name.

[ Not that he wanted to necessarily, but he had to. It was the whole point of vanishing. If people just knew who he was, he might as well just turn himself in and never again see the light of day. ]

Guess I was just... trying to have a simple life somewhere. Quiet, away from trouble. [ Living among humans, evidently. Living as a human, even. ]
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[personal profile] virtuose 2025-05-21 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[This place was confusing enough on its own, she didn't need people making it worse.]

I don't know! Trying to get hit?

[The first time around, she can accept fault in not being totally present behind the wheel. But the second time? And by the same person? Maelle may not know what is up with them to wanting to cross the street when she just so happens to be driving by but this screamed suspicious to her.

The problem though was that she couldn't place why.]


You literally just said this wasn't the first time a while ago.
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[personal profile] frostfist 2025-05-21 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ I DON'T PREFER ANY OF THEM SO THIS IS JUST FINE.

The shift, small though it is, doesn't go unnoticed. And why should it, when he's always operated in much the same way? Keeping his eyes and ears open and his mouth closed, carefully fishing for information while keeping his own cards close to his chest. The less anyone knows about him, the better. But about their surroundings? So long as it's not part of any plan, that's free game.

He leans back a little, resting the bulk of his weight on his heels. His hands stay where they are, tucked into the pockets of his jacket. ]


Just looking to pass the time. [ Which is pretty weak as far as excuses go so— ] And to see if there's anything about this place I should keep in mind. I'm new around here, so.... [ A shrug. ] I figure the more I pick up the better, unless I'm looking to get mugged in a back alley.
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-05-21 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[What snippets she can catch beneath his usual veneer is best described, strangely, as... discomfort. Beyond that, it is hard to parse further specifics. He's too practiced in smoothing down those little cracks, only letting them exist in moments barely-perceptible. As they walk, the majority of his demeanor is enveloped with ease, and only bolstered doubly so by her own.]

Exactly that. It's not a car. It's a motorcycle.

[Said with faux aplomb, as well as a hand lifted with waggling fingers, as though this should be at all impressive to her. For Verso, it's neutral — he neither loves it nor hates it, even if he's realized he's chosen one of the more dangerous ways to get around.]

I have it parked somewhere down this road.

[And he leads her down said road, lined and lined and lined with cars parked along the side. It's one blessing, having obtained a smaller vehicle; parking is not as hellish.]

How long have you been here, Sciel?
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-21 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jayce instinctively completes what Viktor doesn't. He's always been the more naturally tactile of the pair, he doesn't fear rejection now. Arms reach up again to wrap around Viktor's shoulders, pulling him close enough so that their faces touch, Jayce's forehead pressing against the uninjured left side, a hitch in his breath - close enough to press his lips to the line of his cheekbone, desperate to pass on some measure of hope, even if it's wielded blind.

He has raced toward a better future his whole life, but right now even he can't quite see where they're meant to go from here.

All he can be certain of is that there's no going back. Not to Piltover, maybe not anywhere in Runeterra.

(there might not be any making this right - but at least they can be sure not to do any more harm)

Jayce pulls back enough to crush his nose into Viktor's cheek, so he can whisper tightly: ]


We'll figure it out. I promise.

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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-21 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
No, I imagine not. I'm a scientist and I have some mild medical know-how, so I would recommend getting it looked at. The hospital here is likely more useful than the medic they had in a place called the Scrapyard.

[ Perhaps it's a bit nosy, but he will leave it at that for Jayce, his recommendation given. He is not a doctor but he has absorbed a great deal of information over the years, having already been interested in all forms of science far beyond his personal study. He can be a bit troublesome with his opinions though and he knows that. It's just speaking from the experience of someone who had an irreversible injury. Charles also has a tendency to care a little too much, even about strangers off the street. ]

Three days now. I suppose I'm in one of the newer groups, although from what I was told, this happens regularly and has for a long time. No one appears to have a 'why' explanation.

[ That is difficult for him to swallow. Charles likes to know why and now he is stuck here not fulfilling his purpose, and with a terrible long-lasting migraine on top of it. ]

And you?
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-21 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Logan blinks once. She just got here? That was one hell of a detour, then.

Jesus. Alright. He glances between her, the store, the lights that cast a permanent halo around the city's grime. Despite the late hour, it's not quiet. Not as busy as during the day, but there are people on the streets, some wasted jackass shouting from a rooftop somewhere. The rumble of too many engines.

He prefers his quiet. But he's spent enough time drifting through cities, too. ]


Cheap hotels are east. Shopping's out west. And whatever's over the gates north, I don't know. [ When he's better settled, he'll check it out. See if it's really all they say it is or if there's more to it. He studies her for a second longer. His brows wrinkle.

Ah, fuck it. ]


C'mon. You're gonna need some stuff. Those rooms haven't got shit in them.

[ Store's open 24/7 for a reason. Logan tugs on the door, pauses when it won't budge, and then pushes it in instead. The overhead bell chimes. The clerk behind the counter ignores them. Fine by him. The shelves are no different from anywhere else in this place, a mishmash of items that must've been looted outside the city. Or maybe from inside the city. Who the hell knows? Somebody's made a bit of effort to clean off the bottles, at least, but he can still glimpse the mud and dirt on some of them.

From the back of a shelf, he digs out a semi-squished tube of toothpaste. He offers it to her. Hey, she's gotta get started somewhere. ]
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[personal profile] virtuose 2025-05-21 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's not going to answer that.]

Wouldn't you want to try everything they have to offer?

[One thing that she will admit though, at least to herself, was that she was enjoying their familiar banter. It wasn't that she didn't know how to deal with being on her own, she's done plenty of that in her time in Lumiere. But seeing a few friendly faces—first Gustave, then Sciel, and now Verso—was enough to put her at ease.

She raises an arm, turning until another stall of samples stood a short distance behind her. The line is relatively long, a dark red liquid sloshing in the mini-cups being offered to their patrons.]


I hear their cherry juice tastes absolutely inauthentic. The best Panorama has to offer.

[Said as if she herself was the one handing off these drinks, despite her derisive tone.]
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-21 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Charles would have done the same, despite what Erik's embrace of power led him to. He would never hold anyone back, he already learned that lesson with Raven quite recently. He knows that he did many things that helped Erik, especially on an emotional level, but faces that it wasn't enough. His love and his hope couldn't rewrite Erik's inner demons. He remembers holding Shaw still so Erik could kill him, feeling the bullet go through his own skull, and the pain it caused him was mostly emotional. But still, he thought perhaps that was the last Erik needed to shut that part of his life down. He had hope all the same.

Foolish. Naive. Not arrogance, when it came to Erik, he felt the light in him and wanted it to shine. He touches it now, threading his way into his mind from the smallest of touches. Charles has that gentle shine that comes with him. He used to connect to it just out of reassurance, Erik became something he was a little addicted to. All those beautiful shadows.

The supermarket is populated, especially with a line for free samples, and it's difficult but not impossible to be there. Smaller crowds at a time he can survive, it's the city outside churning away at the edges of his consciousness. He massages his temple and his fingers tighten on Erik's shirt but then relaxes as he stabilizes. ]


You'd have to. Your name is quite famous now.

[ He's already in there so he may as well talk. After two attempted assassinations on presidents, he is likely wanted at large. But another country would be safer. He could restart there. If that is what he claims he is doing. ]

Did you plan on reaching out again?

[ Erik could not come 'home' anymore, not with his fame, but Charles wonders if he would go looking for him again. The answer is, most likely. Even if it was to see where he was. But it is hard to say. Erik is such a constant ache in his gut. ]
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cabbage, naturally

[personal profile] retrievalist 2025-05-21 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Eliot doesn't much know where he is or how he got there, whether he's still alive or dying a slow—and frankly bizarre—death, but what he does know is that right now he's walking and talking and that means a man's gotta eat. And so here he is, at the grocery store, picking up his shopping for the next week or however long. He doesn't pay much notice to the sad cabbage by the entrance, aside from the usual once over he gives to every location he's about to enter. At least, not until— ]

Wait. [ He stops his forward march into the grocery store to find out more, not realising that the way he's staring at the cabbage boy is kind of intense. ] What kind of cabbage?