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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.
carcajous: (208)

[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-22 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ New York, huh? That fits. From what he's seeing, it fits.

Logan takes a beat when the question bounces back to him. Funny, when that's how these exchanges go; he knew she'd ask him, too, but he still has trouble coming up with an answer he wants to give. DC? Northern China? Nineteen-seventy-fucking-three? Jesus, it sounds insane, laid out that way. ]


Westchester. Settled there the longest before...

[ He plucks a razor off the rack for himself and lets her fill in the blanks. Before they rounded up every mutant they could for extermination. Before he was sent fifty years into the past. Before he landed on this godforsaken planet. He suspects she might see it, how it doesn't entirely line up, how nothing about him screams he's the kinda guy who'd hang out in Westchester, of all places, never mind live there. How there's more he obviously isn't saying.

He's not pretending otherwise. Figures if she wants to dig, she can dig. Maybe he'll even decide if he wants to offer more or not.

He could ask what she remembers before she crashed into this dimension. So far, nobody's got a damn clue. (At least he's not the only one having recall problems, for once.) But like her, he doesn't want to disturb the pocket of normalcy that's suddenly sprung up. It's not as though he needs it or anything. God knows his life's been one chaotic bullshit incident after another. Just—a short break from it all isn't the worst thing. Bet she could use the same. ]
Edited 2025-05-22 02:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] seavere 2025-05-22 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ anne stares at him, crossing her arms as he prattles on about combustion and explosions and she swears she's taking it in - she doesn't want to die - so it does temper her desire to just finagle around inside the car and see what happens. ]

Fine. [ okay, point made. asshole. ]

[ she spares a single suspicious glance towards the - what was it? dashboard? - before turning back to jack and letting out a heavy sigh. she digs into her pocket and pulls out a key. ]


Unlocked the door with it. Figured I was done. [ she slides back again on the seat until she's more in the middle, giving him the space to sit down beside her. she hasn't moved this far in before, so she notices a new thing - ]

Wait, somethin' by the wheel. Could be a key slot.
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-22 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
You've fallen off a mountain? And all those things? And lived? Wow!

[ Jack would live but he's different, there aren't a lot of people who are like him. He doesn't know if Launchpad is like that too, maybe he's the angel equivalent of the duck people, and that's normal to him. He sounds so interesting and like he has a lot of ideas and opinions on things, and Jack's fascinated with that. Someone who just likes things! ]

Are you a superhero? Is that why you know all these things?
Edited 2025-05-22 02:03 (UTC)
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[personal profile] seavere 2025-05-22 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ anne figures out how to get the latch moved and pulls the hood up, revealing an entire... menagerie of things she cannot even begin to understand or describe. she stares at it and her expression sours even more than it had been before. ]

What the fuck is all this?

[ belatedly, to his question - ]

Under the wheel a bit.
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[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-22 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ A chaotic in-between period? What does he mean by—ah, wait. ]

You're talking about Charles, correct? Honestly, that was fairly chaotic, but I wouldn't call it the most chaotic. He had a long reign of stability, of course, but I suspect most Englishmen would view the appearance of John Uskglass and his fairy army taking the north as chaotic. Say what you will about Cromwell, but he at least managed to repel any attempted invasions.

[ Despite his words, there's an obvious fondness for John Uskglass in Strange's voice: that's a ruler he certainly looks up to. ]
Edited 2025-05-22 02:07 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-22 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you. As for the rest--

[Alucard frowns, taking everything in. A gloved hand runs over where the engine is, even if Alucard doesn't know it. He exhales, then tilts his head.]

It must be what makes the thing move, but without a diagram or anyone who actually knows what they're doing, your guess is as good as mine.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-22 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry, the surname Uskglass is wholly unfamiliar to me.

[Wait also fairy army? The fuck?????]

When was his name in the picture of English history?
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[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-22 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Uskglass arrived in England in 1100 and ruled as King of the North for around three hundred years.

[ Alucard doesn't know John Uskglass????? Also the fuck???? ]

Look, I know you might not know all of our kings, what with being a foreigner, but surely you've heard of John Uskglass? The Raven King?
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-22 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
I assume that "King of the North" here does not mean Scotland.

[Alucard frowns at this because actually now this is going to bother him. He knows his history, thank you very much.]

1100 would have been William II and Henry I if I remember their death dates correctly. But I'd know a moniker like the Raven King, that's distinct and borders into the night world.

[Waaaaaaaait.]

You mentioned fae?
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[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-22 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Yes?

[ wait a moment. ]

Do they not have fairies where you are from? English magicians have a long history of working with the Fairy Host.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-22 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Mr. Strange, I think yours are far more active agents in your world than in the version of England I am familiar with, to the point of the history of your homeland as I understand it is dramatically different.

[And as annoying as the man is, Alucard will begrudgingly admit:]

I am also intrigued by this fact.
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[personal profile] evendeathmaydie 2025-05-22 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Keni nods at the suggestion, joining Megumi in shuffling through the mess of paperwork, sticky notes and folders.

They try some of the desk drawers as well, only to find them locked. Great!
]

We should keep an eye out for keys, too. In case we end up havin' to look through drawers or file cabinets or somethin'.

[Going back to shuffling through papers, they try to isolate the smaller bits of paper and sticky notes. That's what a pass code would most likely be written on, right? But curiosity gets the better of them, and they can't help glancing over some of the documents or flipping through folders. Because, what the heck was this place? Why the quarantine, or the water? Maybe something here would give some kind of clue.

But, most of it is just, paper work they can't parce, mundane emails that were inexplicably printed out, charts and graphs that they didn't have the time to make heads or tales of.

It's all boring. Useless. No pass codes. No info.

After flipping over another scrap of paper, they freeze. There's nothing on it but a single harshly scrawled out word-
"BURNOUT", but it feels so completely out of place among all the neatly scrawled memos and office paper work that it just feels wrong. Oddly targeted...but, that was dumb. Obviously someone had just been bullying their co-worker. It sucks, but it didn't have anything to do with them, or helping find a way out.

They try to shake off the creeping feeling that the note was meant for them, letting that scrap of paper fall in the water, not noticing as it churns and laps a little further up their ankle.

Looking over their shoulder back at Megumi they can't help but ask-
] Any luck?
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[personal profile] summonbeasts 2025-05-22 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Maria pauses a moment before she speaks again. Her tone is a little soft, not quite gentle though.]

My mother was originally from Russia. Her clan was killed and her sister was captured by Bathory. After my mother killed her she came to France to hide. That's when she met my father.

[The word is a little bitter on her tongue now.]
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[personal profile] summonbeasts 2025-05-22 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Maria turns her gaze to G'raha's dusty "Jeep" and sounds just a hint displeased.]

How unsurprising.

[Of course she didn't get a choice and others did. She's not bitter about it but she can't quite claim to be happy either.

Looking back to the manual she huffs.]


I can't seem to find a good way to operate the pedal that makes it go.

[She double checks the manual.]

The gas?
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[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-22 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ karen doesn't realize she'd been worried he'd have even heard of new york until there's a flash of recognition across his face. the relief she feels in that moment is palpable- not very well hidden as she keeps her attention on shopping, tries to actually look for some of these items she may or may not need. she has no clue what she's really supposed to be looking for, but she assumes just. things she might need for a couple of days. he mentioned a motel room, so...weekend stay. a couple of days at most. that she can work with.

logan pauses at her question, enough that karen notices, glancing back to him just in time to hear Westchester. her expression is incredulous, though she doesn't have as much of a right to react that way as someone who actually grew up in the city. but she's absorbed it enough, heard enough. ]


Westchester? Really? [ and yes, she is trying to hold back the smile. the way she almost says you don't seem the type. but that might be a little too on the nose. still, when she looks at him now - with that information included - she can't help but think that isn't everything. there's nothing he's said actually confirms anything, but there's something about him. something she wants to try and pick at, that doesn't sit quite right. she tilts her head a little, looking a lot like she's trying to decide if she wants to dig or if she wants to let it sit, before she seems content to go back to searching. ]

Before all this? [ she finishes for him, turning around the next aisle and either assuming he'll follow or at least will stay close. not that it matters too much, with how the aisles don't quite go up to their eye level. if she wanted to, she could look right over the top to see him. ] How long have you been here?
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[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-22 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Megumi is methodical about his searching, pushing the loose papers aside to create a clear spot on the desk he's standing at, then stacking the discards there as he scans each one for anything useful.

No. No. Nothing. No. Maybe this--no. ]


Nothing y--

[ He stops mid-sentence, staring at the next paper.

I'm taking this brat hostage.

Everything else--Keni's voice, the sound of the water rushing in--seems like it's coming from far away, drowned out by the sound of a heartbeat thudding in his ears.

Yuji's heart. Still beating, in Yuji's--no, Sukuna's hand.

Megumi's hand is shaking, but he can't stop staring at the paper. ]
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[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-22 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
I see.

[ it's easy to believe that jack is only three. conversely, it's impossible to believe that he's somehow come into the power of one archangel, let alone two. but if he's only three, then perhaps this makes some sense of all his outlandish lies. angels are never really children, but jack is still new to this world, the same as he once was.

obviously, dean would be the better steward. he was castiel's. it's only because of dean that he's gotten this far, all his failures aside. it was dean who led him to this life; dean who made him want to live it.

he feels another pang of guilt at having given up— but it isn't dean's fault he's so miserable at this. there was never any hope for him to begin with.

perhaps there is for jack. ]


I'm sorry, but you must have known a different Castiel.
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-22 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know yet, but if you will come with me, we can find out for ourselves. We can access the danger there." If Maria agrees, they can take his van there, where she can see that at least the technology here affords him an opportunity to get outside of his wheelchair. There is space within it and he can use pedals with his hands.

The building itself is two stories but the flooding for now is not bad, it's up to the ankles. This is up to part of his wheel and he frowns as he glances down, there's no promise his metal won't rust, but there is no solve for it now. Charles pushes forward into the rain, becoming a drowned rat soon enough with curling dark hair, and he peers inside the open windows with the computer on.

"There." Charles points from his not very high vantage point, but there do appear to be boxes that might be medical materials. He'd know better if he went there physically to see, and he might if they move inside, but at least it means that the tip was good. It is watery and right now it doesn't look dangerous ... but Charles is cautious.
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[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-22 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
The hug is equal parts Karen's need to make sure Foggy is actually there as it is a greeting. She can tell almost immediately that something is- well, not wrong, exactly, but that Foggy has been having just as difficult of a time as she has. The relief that floods through her at it nearly makes her sob, which is not helped with how thick Foggy's own voice sounds. Is it really you?

"Yeah- yeah, it's me." She squeezes him for another moment, her throat feeling even tighter, her face tucking into his shoulder. It's almost impossible to wrap her head around, that Foggy is here, that Foggy might have been here and she hadn't known. Foggy seems to be thinking the same, with his mention of good luck, and Karen half laughs at the idea any of this could be good.

Except for maybe this. Except for him. When Foggy pulls away he doesn't go far, not that Karen would really be able to let him. Her own hands go to his shoulders, keeping him close even in the darkness. She can barely make out the shape of him in the dark, but she knows him enough to know it's true. And maybe it was a risk, throwing herself down the dark hall towards someone who had only sounded like one of her best friends, but she can't regret it now.

"I don't know about whole time- but my apartment's down the hall. It's been...two weeks? Maybe? I've been- wait, the Pavilion? I've been working the checkout-" She and Foggy are almost talking over each other, and she can't help the way it makes her smile, and want to cry, somehow all at once. The fact that Foggy is here is somehow the best, and worst thing she could imagine - he doesn't deserve to have to try and live in this, nobody does.

He pulls her into another hug, and Karen goes willingly. Though this time she's the one who pulls back (again, not far), as her hands move up his shoulders and to his cheeks. "I can't believe you're here. I didn't know. I-" Karen wants to talk about how he'd been the last person she saw before arriving, how she's been thinking about him since. She opens her mouth to say something, anything to how much she's missed him, when Karen notices the brief flicker of light and looks back to see her neighbor beckoning them in. She turns back to Foggy, the flickering light actually giving her enough to see his face and she smiles - a bit tearily.

"C'mon, we need to get out of the hallway."
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-22 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't need to read minds to know what's going through the Professor's, even before it comes out. Charles is different, that much is true. He's not gonna deny it. Frustrated the hell out of in when he first found the man, hungover, bitter—withdrawn. But then, wasn't Logan the same when he first walked through those doors?

It might've only been a few days, but they were an important few days. Told him all he needed to know about Charles. Not just the man who led the X-Men fifty years later, but every part of him. ]


I know. [ He swings his leg over a chair across from Charles. ] You're not as far from him as you think, either. You were never perfect, Charles. But you believed in us. It made us believe in you, too.

[ That's all any of them needed: somebody who believed. Even when Logan hadn't given anybody much reason to believe in him, Charles was there. Patient, waiting. All the times he left, he never found himself wondering whether the institute's doors would still open for him if he returned. He knew they would. It was just how Charles was. So it doesn't matter that the Professor's younger, that there's things he hasn't learned yet. When he looks at Charles, he sees it. That quiet desire to want better for the world—yeah, it took a bit of work to light it back up. But it was never gone. And he gets the feeling it's not gonna dim again that easily, either.

Besides. He's always ready to shake some sense back into just about anyone, if it comes to that. The Professor included. Worked before. ]
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evendeathmaydie: (worried)

[personal profile] evendeathmaydie 2025-05-22 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
That...was a lot to take in.

So, little dude in an 'Octoling'. And Keni can guess that must be what's up with the tentacles. He's, like, an octopuses person. So not like what had happened in Keni's own universe, which is definitely something of a relief.

And his name is a number, which, Keni had to admit they were curious about the prospect of it being a long story.

"I mean, if you wanna tell it, we potentially have all night. Or at least till the end of this power outage." And they finally do relax a little, taking their hands off their lap to lean back on the bed a bit.

But they were equally intrigued by the explanation of the 'Inkbrush' and tilting their head as they looked over the thing curiously, they couldn't help but ask.

"So, when you say you fight with ink, do you mean like in paint ball fights, for fun? Or..." They have to mull over the best way to word this question. "Is the ink, like, dangerous?"

Because being 'trained' in multiple weapons, sure made it sound like this was for more than just play fighting.
messenger: drunk, looking down (❝ 5 minutes before u take on divinity ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-22 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
I don't need the towels.

[ musty as they are. it's not like he needs to take showers anyway, and god forbid he do something to enjoy himself. the bed, however, he uses, for the distinguished task of bed rotting. ]

We'll use them.

[ he holds out both hands after setting down the slontainer, offering to help. ]
evendeathmaydie: (worried)

[personal profile] evendeathmaydie 2025-05-22 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[When Megumi stops half way through his sentence, at first Keni hopes that's a sign he found something useful.

But then he stays quiet. Just stands there, stock still, looking at the paper.

Then they see his hand shake, and...is the water churning more now?

Alarmed, Keni cautiously sloshes through the water over to the other boy, putting a light hand on his shoulder.
]

You okay, dude?
someonetostay: (211)

cn: restraints / seeing a passed out man’s underwear ?

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-22 03:35 am (UTC)(link)

Understood.

[Connor hands Castiel a towel, keeping one for himself before he sets the rest on the bed. It’s relatively quick work, tearing them into perfect strips.

Will the motel charge Castiel extra for the property damage? Connor is unsure.

He proceeds to tie strips on either side of the headboard, carefully stepping past the man’s body. Then Connor kneels down, picking up the intruder before setting him on the bed: more gently than he deserves, perhaps. It’s part of his original programming, part because Hank made him want to be a good person, and part because the man really does remind him of Reed.

As Connor positions him closer to the headboard, the man’s pants sag ever so slightly. Revealing the waistband of his underwear, which reads, written in marker:]

‘Curtis.’ His name is Curtis.

[Connor assumes this to be true, despite the man being a thief.]

Edited (just sliding some quotation marks in here yeehaw) 2025-05-22 03:48 (UTC)
intelligent: (14)

[personal profile] intelligent 2025-05-22 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh how he misses Lyla right now. Another set of eyes—even if she doesn't exactly have eyes—would be so useful in making sure he's understanding this. But more importantly: Lyla could be the map guy for them both. And also the conversationalist.

Can't talk. That one is easy. So is her indicating that he's the one who should use the map as they leave and... okay, yeah, that's fair enough. ]


...okay, but I get first pick at the radio if this ancient thing even has one.