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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.
littlemushroom: (061)

[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-16 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
An Zhe was also pretty sure that humans would think this was a bad thing. He wasn't sure if softening the spots that hurt into hypha would help either. Maybe that was worth a shot once he'd cleared this social interaction.

"... It did," he admitted softly, "but not too badly. It probably could have been a lot worse." Considering the whole metal cage and everything.

Here, let him start (carefully, gingerly) climbing up to the window.
nerine: (Objection noted)

marianna "monts" medina | original character

[personal profile] nerine 2025-05-16 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC: Basic info here! DM if you'd like to thread something else.]

🌠 we've been on the run

[If Monts had any injuries on her person when she was found in the diffusion zone, they have all disappeared by the time she awakens in the medical tent, mildly remarking that she only feels sluggish but not necessarily hurt. She wouldn't know, really.

Now the owner of a new(?) Porsche, she is set upon the brave new world. She takes her time on the road, getting to know her new vehicle and driving at a steady speed. If you try to pass her or beep to make her go faster, Monts will simply call out with a sweet smile:
]

Use your blinkers please! Muchos gracias!

[Why no, she will not speed up for you.

Karma, however, gets one over Monts by giving her a flat tire about half an hour away before she reaches the city. Must have been something she ran over, or the car was crappy to begin with. Still, after a minute or so, she's hardly put off. Instead, other drivers will see the young woman dragging her Porsche by the bumper behind her using an underhanded grip. As they pass by, she'll lift one hand to wave looking not at all bothered by the weight of her car in one hand.
]

Hi there! Do you have a spare tire and a car jack? I don't want to drag this all the way to the city and then spend another hour looking for an auto mechanic.


🌠 looking out for number one

[Monts is keen to explore Panorama. While there are worries about her grandparents and the Midnight Grind, the anticipation of the new, if gritty, intrigues her. Trying new foods is always a must and after chatting with some of the vendors and finding out a temporary position was open as a cashier, Monts takes that as small victory. Other world or no, cash is always needed.

Still, a tiny celebration is in order. In the parking lot, Monts has set up an impromptu picnic on the hood of her car using the food samples including some free coffee. She'll gesture to whoever is nearby to join her.
]

You just got here too right? C'mon over. I got too much to finish it all by myself. I can't promise the drink is good though.

[She takes a sip and wrinkles her nose.]

Ugh. This coffee's awful. I can totally make a better cup.


🌠 sinking, silent, set free

[She should have stayed back in the motel. The loneliness and boredom she felt being on her own drove her to answer Felix Bjurstrom's message and then follow a few others to the office building. As steps inside the building, the mark on the back of her neck stirs.

The buzzing and click of the lock catches her attention and she'll see someone trapped inside. Urgency floods through her usually dull senses and she runs to the window, knocking on it with her fist to get the attention of whoever's stuck inside.
]

Hey!! Can you hear me?

[OOC: for this prompt, you can help her save a generic NPC or your character can be the one being saved!]
vilebled: (pic#16957075)

Set Free

[personal profile] vilebled 2025-05-16 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ She had just been trying to help, unable to walk way from the very real fear of people being without the medical care they need. That hit much too close to home, to the calling she had taken upon herself when she abandoned the hunt. So Maria doesn't waste any time making her way through the building. Trying to gather several crates isn't the real issue--it's that she's somehow found herself trapped in a small room with something that isn't really water.

Water should not be bubbling like that, not at all. It's wrong in a way that hits the core of your being, knowing that the world you belong to is somehow separated from this. It's wrong. And in the back of her mind, Maria can hear the patients she once tended to murmuring,

Do you think the water drips, even down deep below at the bottom of the sea?

Can you hear it?

Drip, drop, slip, slop...


It's the presence of another person that breaks her free from memory--Adeline, having long since lost her wherewithal to leave to see the flowers--and she hurries up to the glass. He bangs on it and she shakes her head, pointing to a chair and a small ding on the surface, indicating she had already tried to use to break it but to no avail. ]
godjr: (AlexanderCa1502357)

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-16 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
Amara was released years ago. Until Chuck reabsorbed her recently.

[ Jack feels really guilty about that. He didn't love that they had to kill both of them, and that he was going to do it himself, but Dean assured him it was what they had to do. And Jack wanted to do the right thing, no matter what it might cost him specifically. He didn't know Amara. Jack pauses, his mind catching up to that information. ]

Oh. You're from the past.

[ This doesn't make it better. In fact this makes it much, much worse. Because it means he really doesn't know Jack, and he isn't going to magically remember, and everything will not be okay. Jack feels it in the pit of his stomach and he swallows back something heavy in his throat. ]

You aren't my father yet. That's sad. I don't like that.
Edited 2025-05-16 00:38 (UTC)
someonetostay: (142)

(☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-16 12:41 am (UTC)(link)

[Connor parses that as small talk. Something said to establish camaraderie and not meant to be taken literally.

There is, after all, no reason for a slug to like him.]

No one would step on them in your room.

godjr: (pic#17837947)

Panorama

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-16 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ A vampire and an angel stand in front of the job postings, both heads tilted to the side as they read. Jack has already picked up the poster for the cashier position, because he knows that it's important to get work when trying to survive, but he also doesn't really sleep much so it feels like filling his hours will be a good way to distract himself from the end of all universes coming.

Also it sounds a little exciting. ]


It means working all night long, not an actual graveyard. I think. It's one of those colloquialisms that humans like to use.

[ They don't usually make sense to him either, because he deals better in facts and truths and casual terms confuse him. ]

It's because people prefer working during the day, I guess.
nashua: (pic#17804423)

here's one from the character i'm def not apping

[personal profile] nashua 2025-05-16 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Uh, hey!

[ Well, he's a stony one, isn't he? Nashua presses her lips together into a smile, although one would need to ignore that a few shades have been knocked off her pallor to really appreciate it. Will she ever be as white as Frank Castle? Nah. But, right now, she almost looks as white as Frank Castle.

With a wheeze that suggests great effort, she turns to the side and lifts her arm a bit above her head. Her coat and shirt are both sheared open with jagged flaps of fabric; beneath that is a flesh wound of significance.

At least, of significance to a normie. ]


Do you have, like, a first aid kit or something?

[ With another pained exhale, she lowers her arm again. ]

I'll— fuck it, I'll pay you for it. Come on, man.
mouton: (🌊 𝟏𝟖𝟎)

sanji | one piece live action

[personal profile] mouton 2025-05-16 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
ARRIVAL — scrapyard
[ he can barely comprehend how exactly he'd ended up in this place, much less how he landed himself in this sudden debt he's supposed to pay out in six months. six months, which would have seemed like a lifetime back on the baratie, but these days, he's meant to be out on the open seas, swiftly heading towards the grand line without a second to spare outside the company of his crewmates. yet now, there isn't a drop of ocean in his sights, nothing but some old vehicle he barely understands that seems to almost mock the color of the very sea he hoped to be sailing across. ]

Luffy, where the hell are you? [ he mutters to no one at all, nothing but the heat of the open air as he peers around the collection of other cars scattered similarly through the scrapyard, seemingly prepared for anyone else meant to fall in this same bizarre predicament as himself, hoping that one of them might be one of his very own friends from home.

though he should probably try to learn how to use the car, he instead gives a hop to climb up onto its hood, long legs hanging over the side as he reaches into his jacket pocket. to his relief, a unique golden lighter still sits there, but with a few more pats, he realizes there's something else missing.

fuck.

lifting his head up just as someone walks somewhat close within the parking lot, he gives a wave to try to get their attention. ]


Excuse me! [ and if it's a woman, he'll definitely add a charming "beautiful" to the end of the greeting, of course. ] You wouldn't happen to have a cigarette on you, would you?


FRINGES — sealed in
[ not knowing a doctor means that there's plenty of value in medicine, not of the monetary kind since sanji's hardly interested in trying to make a berry — or whatever it is that people mean to exchange in these parts — but in making sure people he cares about are plenty taken care of, and it hardly seems like this medicine is getting all its use sitting forgotten in this building. but almost instantaneously, sanji meets the conflict of his own recklessness when the door locks behind him and the water begins to rise. good of a swimmer that he is, it'll hardly matter much once he loses all opportunity for actually breathing, once it reaches the top.

release code it says but hell if he knows the code as he tries to search amongst the scatter of notes and papers for some sort of writing that would indicate as such. most of it speaks of things that bear no interest to what he's looking for, talks of inventory and stock, shuffling through hastily, eyes glazing over each word in a rush — and halting suddenly as one seems to stab him in his very gut, as if he could feel its sharpness, digging deep into his inside.

VINSMOKE

he feels a lump in his throat, fingers beginning to shake as his eye lock into that single scribbled word, shaken by its simple legible placement on that piece of paper. his breathing falls shallow, and his knees grow wet as if the water has begun to rise past it, but his mind remains distracted, hand reaching slowly for that paper ...

and stopping suddenly, jolted out of the trance as he hears some kind of sound at the window — a tapping or banging or other noise — and sees someone on the other side of it. ]


WILDCARD — anything goes
( open to doing literally any kind of threads, in various locations at various times of the month. sanji is taken from the netflix live action version of one piece, directly from the end of season one. feel free to dm me for plotting or discussions, especially if you'd like to do something beyond the prompts above! ♥ )
godjr: (AlexanderCa1502737)

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-16 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe it's just a title here like Cornflakes. Alien eggs." Since otherwise yeah, they're all aliens. Wow, Jack's never been an alien before. The other universe he went to was just an alternate one, it wasn't completely different like this one. He would think it was very interesting and almost exciting if being here didn't mean that all universes could be ending any minute now.

"Hello Connor. I'll try this." Jack picks up what looks like red cough syrup, and in a way, it almost is. "It's cherry juice, I think. It has a lot of sugar in it." He likes sugar but that is very sweet and his lips look cherry red afteward, lingering on them. "My father really doesn't like when I have too much sugar though, he is strict about my cereal choices." Sam means well though, he knows that, and he does feel cared for, if a little sad because he likes the candy cereal.

"You can't taste it at all?"
littlemushroom: (032)

[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-16 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Ah.

[[All of this was extremely normal, yes. A little surprising, but very normal. A part of An Zhe had already come to the unspoken conclusion that he must be another xenogenic. So he graciously took the little cup, setting the mystery man free at last.]]

Thank you.

[[Sippy.]]
nadine_he_loves: (grim)

[personal profile] nadine_he_loves 2025-05-16 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
It's force of habit to be cautious, suspicious. Nadine's eyes narrow as she sees the truck approach....but relaxes some when a woman climbs down from the cab. Good. She'd left her handgun in the glove compartment.

She stands, dusting off her black jeans, and nods.

"Uh, yeah. Tire trouble."

She gestures to the flat bottomed wheel.

"And I don't have a jack." She's not even sure if she has a spare tire. Something of a fugue state had been on her, when she left the Scrapyard. If she'd given the blue station wagon a detailed once over, she doesn't remember.
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The Blocks

[personal profile] flyoctofly 2025-05-16 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[The noises that come from the other rooms and outside are...concerning. Eight can't help but take it upon himself to do a little patrol, just in case someone out here means harm. He was a soldier once, after all, and he might as well use what little he can remember of the training.

So when he hears Julie's footsteps, he wheels around and points his weapon at her.

...His weapon is a giant paintbrush.

...But if she was from where he was from, it'd be very intimidating! No, really! Anyway, she doesn't seem at all like a threat. And also she's the first person he's seen who's shorter than he is.]


Oh! Sorry, I thought you might be...Um, what about pizza?
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-16 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ The three of them leave, an imprinted reminder to them to not stop until they arrive home and to stay there, and they won't 'wake up' until then, and forget this encounter entirely. Charles really does prefer not to be that aggressive with people, but when it comes to situations like this, he isn't only protecting himself. He thinks it best if they take their attitudes off the streets for one night, it won't hurt them long-term.

He tries hard not to listen to people's thoughts but if they're loud around him, it's difficult not to. At the moment the city is basically a chorus of loud, screaming voices, even now. Trying to control those men left him open to it again and he grits his teeth, forcing back the encroaching whisper of voices he doesn't want to be open to. He'd much rather focus on; not her brain, but her, the person who went into danger for a stranger.

He takes the paper and turns them over, deciding she must mean the side. If she's not asking him herself, there must be a reason. ]


I am, thank you. It's admirable that you tried to step in, Miss, and I appreciate it.

[ His hand drops down to his chair and he looks again like an average man, albeit one with a gentle tone and amiable nature. ]

I apologize if that was ... startling. I try not to do that often.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-16 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[There is far too much going on in this one moment. Something is digging against Alucard's knee which means he's found something metal on the ground, the large thing has a third arm that in the chaos the dhampir failed to clock, and also that third arm is sparking at him.

Alucard lets go of the staff. That's step one. Easiest step. The next is to make a risk assessment, and so the next thing he does is get to his feet slowly. He's not a threat. To underscore the point, once the dhampir is standing, he takes several steps off to the side. Away from the tent. Away from the giant...thing.

Today seems to just keep happening.]
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[personal profile] frighteningly 2025-05-16 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Only very recently. They're fascinating, are they not? Back home, we did not have anything nearly so efficient.

[ If being here didn't mean Nadiya was separated from her daughter, she might want to stay forever.

Crossing the aisle of the scrapyard, the herm of her dress has clearly seen better days and she's cradling a carburetor's accelerator pump in one hand like it's one of Ren's guinea pigs to be ferried out. If she looks like an expert: she isn't. Not yet, anyway. But there's a comfort in the way she moves through the scrapyard and a keen, polite curiosity in her gaze. ]


You have your keys, yes? We can start there.
messenger: looking down, frowning (❝ and a white suit ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-16 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's a very convenient explanation. especially since he has no way to debunk it if it isn't true, unless dean and sam really are here and can confirm or deny jack's story. he doesn't know what to say to the rest; how to face jack's preoccupation with, supposedly, being his son. he isn't fond of the idea that he's responsible for someone, and particularly not in such an irrevocable way. he's ruined so much in his life, he'd surely only ruin this too; isn't claire evidence enough? she went away to live with someone else, and it was the best choice she could have made. ]

I'm sorry.

[ it's all he can think to say. and if any of this is true, he means it: jack must deserve better than this— than him, if there's any possibility at all he is who he says he is. sam, at least, he thinks would make a good father. and dean, naturally. so there's that.

castiel hesitates, then moves down the aisle. ]
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Amos Burton | The Expanse

[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-16 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
FLUXDRIFT

[ One of the last thoughts running through his head before the alarms go off in that prison cell is that he stayed a day too long on Earth. Plenty of questions float through the back of his mind as he's given what passes for some version of their truth, and there's not a single part of him that feels assured of anything, but he knows he damn sure doesn't want to linger here, and he'll take one of the vehicles that seems to be in decent enough shape. He ends up in some kind of open-air car, with fading blue paint, and — sure, this'll work for now. Until he gets to this city they talk about.

Driving a car doesn't come naturally for a guy who's lived most of his life in space — it's not something he knows much about, but at the same time, he feels comfortable with the machinery of it, figuring the manual can fill in what he can't trial-and-error his way through. It's not an instantly smooth start on the journey, and the ride feels a little rough, but once he gets going, he figures he'll just hold the pedal steady until he gets to those bright lights.

— until the hard-to-miss obstacle takes up half the road ahead. Someone busted down in front of him, it looks like. He has no actual inclination to stop and help, and honestly, he'd just keep going normally and swerve around them, except they've spun out enough that he has to start slowing down, and as he slows, his car sputters a little, seems like it's trying to work out if it wants to keep going, and makes the decision for him. He'll let it rest a moment and see what's up.

At some point, he'd turned the radio on, but it's stuck at full volume and with the type of vehicle he's driving, the music is blaring all around them. Think, the equivalent of Total Eclipse of the Heart. Even with the car shut off, the music keeps going (for now). So as he comes up to you, he raises his voice — is he loud enough to be heard? ]


Bad spot to be in.

[ Worth it for the chorus line, though? ]


THE BLOCKS

[ Thing about this place is, it's a little like Baltimore in some ways. Sure, there's plenty different, too, and a lot to adjust to when he's spent the last two decades away from Earth and cities like this. But there's a rhythm to this place that feels like something old coming back. There's no real settling here, but Amos parks his car around one of the hotels, figuring he'll sleep in his car; it won't feel great for his still-healing ribs, but it's more of an inconvenience than anything. Before he can really even start to drift off, the power goes out and the absence of light and that low humming of power snaps his eyes open and he sits up, just scoping things out.

A little time passes, and people start loitering around in the dark, he can hear them moving around the complex. Some are just scoping, others are waiting for an opportunity, he figures. For himself, he's not looking for fights — yet — but he won't turn one down if it comes to him either. Maybe he'll just stick around a little while longer, he thinks, when he hears a scream in the distance. At the same time, up ahead of him, someone opens their door, steps outside, looks around. Hard to keep a door shut when you hear a scream like that. He gets out of the car, comes a little closer; a disembodied voice in the shadows. No less unsettling, probably. ]


Yeah. [ Unsaid and obvious is, I heard it, too. ] Came from that direction —


PANORAMA

[ The cheese line is long, but he finds himself standing in it nonetheless. He doesn't have a lot of patience for this kind of thing, but he's also hungry and free samples are free samples. People are mostly behaved, though, waiting their turn. Until a guy comes up from near the back of the line. He seems smart enough not to approach Amos, but he stops in front of you, the person standing right behind Amos.

And the guy is all charm and friendliness, quick to smile.

"Hey! You remember me? It's been...what, a year at least?"

>> Maybe you tell him to fuck off right away, at which point Amos will just look at you, raise an eyebrow, murmur, "People are serious about their samples..."

or, >> Maybe you're so thrown by this stranger approaching you go along with it for a second, baffled. If you stay silent or politely let him keep talking, he might say, "What have you been up to?"

Like he knows you, like you're old chums.

Amos, just curious, watches the interaction, watches the vibe, has no qualms butting in to look at you and ask, "Do you even know him?" ]



WILDCARD

[ hit me with literally anything else! ]
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cryptsleeper: <user name="malagraphic"> (N: Wet cat hissing)

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-16 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[A single arched eyebrow responds. Alucard does not have the word duh in his vocabulary, but he is capable of telegraphing it regardless.

His response is dry with slightly more huffiness than intended.]


I would not be a stranger in a strange land placing myself in a vulnerable position otherwise.
nerine: (So this is the coming of age)

3b let's help grandpa

[personal profile] nerine 2025-05-16 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. It's okay.

[It's a young woman that the cardinal has bumped into. She blinks and tilts her head to study him and comes to the obvious conclusion. Monts will shake her head in reply first.]

No, unfortunately not. I'm in the dark about it as you are.

[It's breezy enough to be a joke and to be serious at the same time. With that out of the way, Monts says the next part carefully.]

Father? Would you like a cup of hot water?

[She has a feeling she's slightly off, but sue her, she hasn't been to Catholic school since her tweens and only goes to Mass every so often.]
mechatheism: (pic#17552565)

[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-16 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Viktor waits. He accepts the vehicle on recommendation, but doesn't venture out towards Panorama, not wanting to miss Jayce if and when he arrives. And he has time now. With no real need for food or sleep, he imagines this could go on for as long as he cares to stay. Maybe it's not out of the question that the people who run this place will kick him out eventually--so his solution to that is to disappear into the scrapyard.

He has the thought that he could simply remain here like a motionless statue, seated in the piles of rusty parts and old vehicles, wandering inside his own mind. If there's even a slight chance Jayce is here, or will arrive in this place, Viktor cannot miss it. The thought of being separated after everything is nearly unbearable.

So, in the days where Jayce wanders Panorama, Viktor withdraws to his psychic plane, his body left no different than the hollowed-out machines that surround him. But the Hexzone, too, is empty, the minds under his purview released somewhere out into the universe. That in itself should be relieving, if not for the fact that Jayce is absent, too.

After a few days, though, he feels it. Viktor isn't sure if it's proximity, or if he's finally becoming re-oriented, but the flicker of familiarity across the otherwise empty cosmos flares like an alarm. He knows what it is, and with every passing moment the connection becomes stronger, closer, until Viktor comes back to his own body and finally finds what he's been searching for.
]

Jayce.

[That's all there is to say, really. He pulls himself up, metal joints groaning back to life, long strides making it easy for him to meet Jayce in the middle.]

I waited for you.
Edited (sorry i wanted to add more) 2025-05-16 01:40 (UTC)
messenger: shock, lips parted, stare (❝ jail for dean ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-16 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think my room is... [ castiel pauses. considers his room. narrows his eyes. ] Actually, it might work.
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-16 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[[An Zhe came to an abrupt stop mid-step, looking over at her like a deer in some headlights. Hold on, he was currently processing this scenario. The only times anyone had ever whistled at him, they had been looking to trade some very different goods.]]

... Uh?

[[Processing... processing...]]

Oh! [[He glanced back at the market.]] The snacks?
frighteningly: (pic#17703382)

also 003!

[personal profile] frighteningly 2025-05-16 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Excuse you, Nadiya was looking.

At least, until he stole her focus by mentally flinging a piece of office equipment that must be quite heavy across the room. Even with water up to her ankles, she stares at the door—dented, but unyielding—and the crumpled desk now laying in a heap in front of it.

When she finally swings her gaze back to Henry—his bobbing, agitated shoulders; the back of his head—there's a keen craving in her dark eyes.

Only briefly. Only if someone knows what to see. She remembers how close she came to having a sample of Lila Bard, and—

And nothing. She needs to focus, to look. That can be addressed later, if they don't drown. She moves to the other end of the room, opening cabinets at eye-level and pulling out everything she can find for a cursory examination.

In a calm, cool tone: ]
You should preserve your energy. That display cannot have helped.
healbuff: (KJH-MHK-549)

spinning out

[personal profile] healbuff 2025-05-16 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Whoa!

[River hits the brakes and pulls over his Hummer when he sees the car spin out. Much to his relief, a person, specifically a woman, stumbles out of the car, but that doesn't mean she was out of the clear yet.]

Hey! Over here!

[He raises both of his arms and waves it over his head. In case she doesn't see him, he runs back to his car and turns on the headlights and then remains there so that she wouldn't feel intimidated by him.]

Lady, you okay? Can I check up on you?
carcajous: (057)

rubs my raccoon paws.

[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-16 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ He freezes. What the fuck. It takes him a minute. That's a voice he never thought he'd hear again. Now that he has, he almost isn't sure it's real.

He has to see. So he opens the door. Smoke drifts from the cigar abandoned on the table behind him. The room's not dark 'cause the lights are out; they're good on his side. He just never turned them on—but now he flicks the switch as he stares. Like it's gonna give him a better look or something. ]


Scott? [ Hasn't aged a day, huh? He huffs, uncertainty and relief rolled into one. Don't get him wrong, this isn't...look, he's glad to see him alive, he is, but he'd have a better time of it if he knew what it meant. That Scott's here. In one piece. Acting like not a fucking day's passed since they last saw each other. (They never even had a goddamn body.) And Jean—

A door slams open two rooms down. A man with hair like limp spaghetti hollers, They won't wait for the rising!, and dispels whatever thickening atmosphere was starting to take hold. Logan sighs and hauls Scott inside.

He was prepared to be alone. Wherever he ended up, whatever the ripples through time changed, he'd handle it. Alone, dead, forgotten, he was gonna be okay with that. He's not near prepared for people crawling back from the grave. Sure as hell not Scott Summers, out of all of them.

Christ. Maybe they start with the easy part. ]


You wanna tell me how long you've been here?