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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] potentialman 2025-05-22 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ He blinks, and his head snaps up.

What the hell. ]


I'm--I'm fine.

[ He flips the paper face down as he puts it in the discard pile. ]

But there's something in here messing with our heads. [ No other way to explain something as oddly specific as that. He's seen curses that alter their target's perception, so it's not unthinkable that it's affecting what they see and basing it on something in their minds.

Deep breath. He needs to focus. ]


Let's try something more direct.

[ By which he means, let's just break a goddamned window. It's not usually his style, but sometimes the most straightforward solutions are the best, right? ]
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[personal profile] tolight 2025-05-22 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ It looks like they're both satisfied with what they've ended up with! There's little hesitation on Lucina's part when she pops a chocolate egg in her mouth. The taste of chocolate's going to linger in her mouth for a while, coloring everything she eats; but that's definitely a small price to pay.

She does tilt her head at the comment. Give her a second to make sure she's talking talking with her mouth full, then— ]
The lines are rather long given the number of individuals that are looking for sustenance, but I've found they tend to keep a steady supply of the samples at least.

Except ... ah — dumplings, I believe. They're these round pockets, filled with bits of meat and vegetables. I'm afraid I've only seen those once. [ Her gaze flits over to the table just behind them, briefly, before she turns back. ] I hope you get a chance to try them at some point.
tolight: (pic#10680533)

[personal profile] tolight 2025-05-22 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sunday do we need to have a conversation about budgeting... will you be okay in these trying times...

Blissfully unaware of the less-than-ideal decisions her conversation partner may or may not have made, her interest is piqued; variety is the spice of life, after all. If this alien egg was this delicious, surely other things will also taste just as good. ]


That sounds lovely — the gifts from your sister, I mean. [ So she follows him, voice no more or less warm than it had been before, even if her expression seems to have relaxed a little more than the severe little furrow of her brows she had before they started waxing poetic about chocolates and family. ] She must have cared for you deeply. [ It is, technically, small talk — but there's a fondness to it that makes her sound almost painfully genuine. ]
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[personal profile] tolight 2025-05-22 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ The absolute worst case scenario is that the car manages to break even more, which isn't as bad as it sounds. She'd still be stranded, a sizeable debt to her name for no good reason. A possibility at turning this around is better than not having one at all — and Arlecchino at least manages to inspire some faith in that regard, confident as she strides up and starts poking around.

Lucina can't help but watch, at first; it's less suspicion and more curiosity, even if caution seems more prudent. There's easier ways to rob a stranger than pretending to help them, probably. If her intent was malicious, she wouldn't go through all this effort. But there's an ease to how she's navigating the machinery that she can't help but be a little envious of, considering her best efforts have netted her the ability to drive straight down an empty road and a flat tire.

She's considering the merits asking ( what? Something, surely ) until she's asked to keep an eye out. Right. ]
Ah, of course. [ Her hand's resting on the hilt of the sword at her side, and she turns her back to the car to scan the horizon... and the complete lack of scenery. It really is desolate here.

... She sneaks a glance back. Just once. ]
tolight: commission, dnt. (pic#17785391)

absolutely huge, congratulations!!!

[personal profile] tolight 2025-05-22 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ A curse feels like a startlingly apt way to describe it, she realizes. She's not exactly magically inclined — her preference lies with things that she can slay with her sword, but she's been on the receiving end of some before. It's not... pleasant. This both feels like that, but worse, but also different.

She inhales through her nose, then exhales. Picks up their pace a little more, just in case.

Is she okay? There's one more dart of her eyes to the scene they're finally leaving behind; but her head feels a little clearer, and the sickly green that was haunting her peripherals seem like they're not returning. The tightness in her chest seems to ease. It's at least enough to give a quick debrief. ]
I believe so; it's at least better than before.

Once I found the contraption to enter the symbols — it felt as though both an instant and an eternity had passed. [ Among... other things. But that was the most disconcerting part. ] I hope I hadn't left you for too long.
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[personal profile] tolight 2025-05-22 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Stay safe. [ A wish as the man passes by. He's probably close to her age, but fear has a way of making people look younger. There isn't much else she can do for him here — if she were to be objective about it, she's not exactly in a position to offer any more than what they've done already. For all the ways she wishes to help — which, she does — she knows better than to over-extend.

So, he leaves, hopefully to find better company than the two passed-out men here. She turns around just in time to have her hand dart out to catch the wallet out of sheer reflex, eyes wide at what Marc's offering her. It's been ages she's since had to loot bodies like this — there's a part of her that feels a little wrong for doing so — these men aren't dead, they'll need it as much as her. The line between desperation and malice gets thinner and thinner in times like this.

... But she doesn't feel bad enough to stop herself from splitting the currency in half ( slowly but methodically, her temporary ally's just a second giving her the time she needs to squint at the numbers in the darkness ), pocketing one set. She joins him at the door just as he's putting the final touches on his creation, and she tilts her head. ]


Is it yours? [ A moon to match the startling white of his suit. It's fitting how the light from the windows seems to hit the symbol just right, making it look like it's faintly glowing. ] ... What does it mean?
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[personal profile] tolight 2025-05-22 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ (Un)fortunately for Wriothesley, Lucina will remember this. Maybe if not pegasi, a wyvern. Or something along those lines. It's a feeling everyone should be able to experience at least once, she thinks. There's a certain freedom to flight that she has not been able to replicate in anything else she has done ( not that she's ever been swimming in options for activities, but you know ). ]

Lucina. [ There's a little stutter of her own arm that's still trapped in a sling before she seems to catch on, looking a little sheepish about the whole deal. Right.

She settles for a nod. ]
It's a pleasure.

[ ... But to get back on topic— ] Have you decided on which vehicle you'd like? [ They were one-to-one before the distraction. And they don't have a bearing on what the other person picks, sure, but she's still curious. It's her first friend!! ]
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its fine he got the serum for a REASON

[personal profile] adrenalines 2025-05-22 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ well yes, obviously. it's the compartmentalizing of a soldier - there's a task at hand, and even the relief of knowing someone, of having an ally, is huge - they have to get through this, first. he has to make sure bob isn't going to accidentally hurt anyone, or himself, in the next immediate future. then can come whatever reunion it is they want to have.

but first - they have to stop the car. they have to stop this car. and without any way to get inside without sending the whole thing rolling off the side of the road, and without brakes or a way to get the windows down, john is running out of options. really, the easiest option would be to stand in front of the van and let it crash into him - but that would total the van, and if bob has anything close to the deal they offerred john at the start of all this, he'll still have to pay off the loan. and then he'll be without a ride, and further in debt. no, john's not going to destroy the entire thing. but he does have to stop it, and his options are limited.

bob yells something after him as he speeds off, but john doesn't really listen, his mind made up. he speeds off and sets his bike off to the side and settles in the middle of the street, focusing, and definitely not at all looking at the very much panicked expression of bob somewhere in the driver's side windshield. instead, john shakes himself off, loosening his shoulders, setting his feet.

and then the van speeds by, and john turns right at the last moment, tucking his hands under the bumper and back frame of the van and pulling. the force of it slides him a bit down the road, the weight of the van and the speed it was going threatening to pull john's arms right out of their sockets, but john grits his teeth, closes his eyes, and pulls - believing in the serum and the strength he's tested over the last year or so and just. the knowledge that this has to work.

the metal crunches under his hands, the bumper all but fully separating from the frame. the only reason the van doesn't just keep going without him would be because his other hand actually got under near the tire, but then something crunches and john winces a little.

it takes another fifty, maybe a hundred feet before the van actually stops - whatever rubber that might have been on the bottom of john's shoes lines the road behind them, too - but at least it does. john lets go, letting the van fall back to the road and bounce a little, and the tire closest to him makes a hissing noise as it rapidly begins to deflate.

but...hey? better than nothing? ]
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sealed in

[personal profile] decussate 2025-05-22 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Knave likes to take her time, observing from the "audience" while the young and eager rush in. Some would find the practice frustrating, but in this case, she would say the benefits are self-evident. She watches from a large window as some sort of commotion starts up inside; even she's surprised at the elaborate totality of the trap sprung on the girl that's entered. How strange that the contents of the building are precious enough to warrant such a security system, yet disposable enough to risk sacrificing in a flood. It only makes her curious to crack the building's deeper secrets.

As she watches, the water shows no signs of stopping. The Knave is rather calm about it, seeing as she's not the one at risk of drowning, but she isn't above offering help if needed. Why, she'll even politely stand there in the window until the girl notices her — if the girl in fact needs her help. If a child wants to be strong and independent, then let no one say the Knave discouraged it. ]
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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-22 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ The punch doesn't really come as that much of a surprise. Taking into considering everything that's happened in Cassian's life up until this point, it tracks. Anyone else with more ego might have taken more offense to the punch to the chest or the (accidental or possibly intended) kick to his gut. That she doesn't give him a bloody nose to match hers is a small grace.

And despite the lack of light in the hallway he can only assume that's the case from the glint of something wet on her face.

Even if he hadn't been trying to catch his breath, the force of her glare has him staying right where he is. As if to add insult to injury C4T continues to chirp away in some melodic sounding language this time (Mandarin). It's only when the droid quiets that he asks a beat later - ]


Would offering to clean your nose up help with my apology?
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[personal profile] recitations 2025-05-22 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, she likes this guy.

Jury's out on whether that's a good idea or not, but she's never really cared about that. He's got the guts to stick it up to authority while looking like the saddest little guy in the world, and the juxtaposition's just funny enough that her impulse to talk to a poorly dressed up cabbage is something she's going to commit to following through. She smiles, wide enough to show fangs. ]


Sure. [ Why not? She follows half a step behind him, though she doesn't answer until they're well on their way. Down an aisle, then a turn. A far corner where most of the shelves are empty; there's not an apple in sight. ]

Aria. Aria Forzane. [ If he decides to look back, she's still staring at him. ] A few weeks now, I think — I came in from the other side, actually. So I suppose I'm new to this part of town.

[ A beat. ] Why? Do you also work as a tour guide?
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[personal profile] avo 2025-05-22 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
C4T — [ Ah. He gets it. It's silly, but he gets it.

The remainder of their trip towards the roof is blissfully undisturbed as the people after them continue patrolling the wrong floors. They'll catch on eventually, or maybe they'll just lie in wait until this guy and his droid return to their room, but for now ... they have a momentary reprieve.

Matt slips past Cassian and his droid to push the door open, leading them to a scrappy looking worn-down roof. It's not unlike the rest of the motel really, and feels nostalgic to Matt for how much it feels like a shitty Hell's Kitchen rooftop. It's ... homey. ]


So, wrong place, wrong time. Yeah, I get that. [ He doesn't miss a beat when he adds: ] You can set the droid down wherever you want. We've got some time before they find us up here.

[ There's a small box that he keeps up here for ... uh. Post-patrol emergencies. It's just a few medical supplies he'd saved up for during his shifts at the grocery store: some bandages, something that resembles antiseptic, clean cloths, that sort of thing.

He motions to a larger, turned-over box suitable for perching on. ]


Let me help you clean up.
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[personal profile] haemophile 2025-05-22 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Laszlo frowns like he's never considered this before, but he answers quickly to maintain the impression that he has thought of everything ever.

"Doubtful," he says, waving his hand dismissively. It's the hand he doesn't have all his fingers on, so the effect is diminished.

"They're laborers. Clever enough to take advantage of an opportunity, but not to orchestrate something so complex."
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-22 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's just that he wasn't quite counting on them resuming the same conversation out here, and it's true that he lacks the experience that would allow him to better handle it, at the very least better hide his emotions from everyone around them. Not that anyone really seems to care much, but Erik doesn't like being this exposed to everyone else. Charles he doesn't mind; if he did, then he wouldn't welcome him into his mind again. But anyone else, stranger or otherwise, leaves him feeling uncomfortable and far too open.

He closes his hand into a fist, stops himself from trying to reach out further, seeking a contact that he should not. A deep, slow breath, then he lifts his head and fixes his eyes on the line in front of them, moving them forward once more as that line moves. ]


It's fine. I can handle it.

[ Doubtful, but he's also stubborn, and also prideful, and quite frankly, this is so much more difficult to handle than if Charles were to simply yell at him, hate him for everything he did. To find him acquiescing that he too did some wrong, meeting Erik halfway in carrying blame for what happened, brings down his walls far too easily. Not that they were ever very high for Charles to begin with. ]

I just don't know what more I can tell you. That I'm sorry, or that I wish things could have been different. I can't change everything that's happened, as much as I'd want to.

[ And he has never been much the kind to cling to what-ifs. It's only that he can't ever let go from what they had, even if he's lost it. ]
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[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-22 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Wade's still chattering like the terrified victim of his newest break-in is going to help, going oh, yeah, almost! as he pushes himself harder against the glass until the window starts squealing from the strain. Sure, he could shatter it, but then all that precious cold air...

He lifts his head from where both of his arms are now tugging at the hilt until he. Oh. Notices the kid.]


Hah, nice bat, Slugger. I don't think bashing in the window's the answer here. [Ah, wait. That's, uh, actual fear on that face. Whoops! Usually that's not a big deal, but he can't say being some kid's new nightmare is the top of his bucket list. Seriously, who put all these unoccompanied minors in this goddamn motel?] Uh... ho ho ho?

[The canned laughter is in his favour, hitting right after his joke. Almost like he planned it somehow.] Santa's just... lost! But don't worry, he's got, like, the best treat in his utility belt if you don't tell anyone this happened, because that would be absolute poison for Santa's pristine reputation.

[Don't take that out of context, creeps. Yes, the context is still him breaking in and offering -- this is not working out for him.]
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free samples

[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-22 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ One should rightfully be suspicious in a landscape that made it's first impression one of swindling and scams. G'raha Tia, however, does want to believe in the inherent good will of the people, so while he looks at the free samples provided with a cautious eye, giving them a fair shake only seems...well, fair.

But this woman raises a fine point and he has some not so-distant memories of the generous "meol" that Vauthry had distributed to his starving citizens. So when she posits her suspicions about the cabbage dumpling, he can only look at it sadly.

That was the one that smelled the best... ]


Oh, I--

[ G'raha blinks, ears perking up in light surprise as he finds himself accepting the "alien egg". The double take, however, is due to her final comment. ]

Fifteen years? Weathering that is no small feat indeed.
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[personal profile] avo 2025-05-22 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Matt ... knows he probably isn't supposed to 'see' the way the substance on the floor begins to pull itself up from the floor and manipulate into a different shape. Nor is he supposed to smell something faintly different ... something he can't really put his finger on, but it's crisp and a little ashy, and it's coming from his coworker.

Hmm.

He makes no comment about it, but quietly files the experience away for a later date. He's still getting the lay of the land here anyway, and one thing he has learned is that people here come in all shapes, sizes, and talents. Best not to underestimate anyone. ]


Oh. Well, thank you. [ He straightens, head tilted towards the bucket to raise an eyebrow. ] Add a pen to my growing list of debts.
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MMHM OKAY....

[personal profile] didthedishes 2025-05-22 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ The opposing force of his van continuing to be propelled forward combined with the force of John grabbing a hold of the back of it unfortunately results in Bob's forehead hitting the steering wheel. Hard. Which naturally triggers the airbags and well - it probably isn't a stretch of the imagination to hear the sequence of noises that Bob makes as the airbags make contact with his face.

There's a dull throb against his forehead and his nose, but as he's slowly beginning to learn it has less to do with his body in any actual physical pain and more muscle memory than anything else. And just because it doesn't actually hurt, that doesn't stop him from reacting. Or not reacting in this case. Instead all he seems to be doing is lying face down in the airbag as it slowly deflates while coming to terms with the fact that this is how he reunites with John after being in a strange place for several weeks now.

Several things have been true about his time here (seemingly) alone. One, that he had hoped he would have something set up by means of a home base for his friends should they arrive. Two, that he didn't actually want any of them to end up here because if they were here, who was helping to look after New York? And three, that in spite of that wish he was incredibly lonely without them - more so than he thought he'd be. Sure this entire experience was a little confusing and a little frightening, but he had thought it would be a good way to prove to himself - and to his friends - that he was capable of keeping it together. He'd been doing really well the last fourteen months and he wanted to keep showing that he could. Was this an indication that he couldn't? In this moment it's difficult to say what emotion to focus on first. The elation that John is here? The shame in knowing he'd accomplished very little by means of his goal upon arriving? Or the embarrassment that John was seeing him like this?

(Granted he'd seen him in worse states but...)

After a moment's contemplation he manages to extract himself from the driver's seat, broken window crank still in his hand as he comes face to face with John - properly this time. Despite the conflicting emotions he offers John a weak, grateful smile before he begins to babble out of guilt. ]


...Thanks for stopping my van. You okay? [ And then noticing his shoes - ] I'll, uh, replace your shoes - I found a pretty cheap thrift store back in Panorama.
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[personal profile] decussate 2025-05-22 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lucina looks back just in time to find that Arlecchino has started the car up and is crookedly driving away.

Just kidding. Arlecchino never minds a bit of quiet, so she's content to probe the car without fear of little things like awkward silence. Still, she understands that youths can get a bit antsy; she can feel the eyes that sneak back at her. Just once. ]


Did you want to watch? Don't let me stop you.

[ At the same time, she continues to fiddle with bits and bobs — finding that this bit lowers the window, that bob opens that compartment. When it's clear that it isn't what she's looking for, she resets the component. It's not long before she's fiddled with every conspicuous button and managed to pop both hood and trunk. ]
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cw: blood, injury | also thinking they're just barely alive if you're good with that?

[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-22 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's quick to look up, eyes locked on the roofline until he clocks the shape of something rapidly descending towards him. It's really just a split second, not much time to react, but there's movement there in the shadows, something he feels more than he can really see.

— until it's right there, an actual fucking body, and Amos stumbles back against the wall, semi cushioning the fall with his own body, while at the same time nearly losing complete footing himself. He didn't have much time to react, some kind of instinct he wouldn't understand or even accept as his own, reflexively drawing his arm out to get a grip on something, anything, if he even could. It would've been worse if they'd been higher up, fell a little faster. As it is, the impact is mostly taken by Amos' already injured ribs, and — yeah, that'll feel great for the next few weeks.

There's the sound of Amos grunting, a whoosh as it all happens, and the total absence of any sound from the person that's fallen. Not a single sound. But Amos is quick to mutter — ]


Shit.

[ — and he may be less than gentle with the injured — or dead (? are they dead?) party, immediately trying to maneuver them to the ground to take a closer look. He feels something wet, like blood somewhere. It'd be surprising if they weren't bleeding. That's a lot of blood. A bullet hole, at the very least. Might have broken their fucking neck coming down and impacting with Amos.

They gotta be gone. He looks to his temporary partner on this weird journey, taking a breath. ]
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[personal profile] vestments 2025-05-22 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
It's Khonshu's, ( he answers reflexively and without a second thought. it's not just the white that matches — though the details would be hard to catch in the dim light of the hallway, the cufflinks of marc's shirts and the buttons on his waistcoat are also small crescent moons, a fussy little detail that'd imply exactly what lucina asked if not for the way he says 'khonshu's'.

it's not reverent. it can barely even be said to be respectful, it's just blunt.

he looks to her, quick and appraising. he's met people here, people that share names with men and women from home but aren't them, and though one explanation for it is that this is some kind of multiverse, alternate universe bullshit, there in marc lies the awareness that he'd died and so this could be anything.

—well, maybe not anything, but there's certainly a chance it can be put down to MARC SPECTOR BEING MARC SPECTOR.

but whatever he's looking for in his features, whether he seems to find it or not, he continues with a, )
God of the moon. ( khonshu would add on a 'greatest of the great gods' (ha—), and so, too, would badr. but marc is not badr, and marc and khonshu have always had a DIFFICULT relationship.

(—and it hadn't been to khonshu he'd prayed before death.)

he lifts a hand, open, palm facing out, index finger pointing loosely towards the moon on the door and, like it explains anything and everything— )
Vengeance. Protector of the night's travellers.
Edited (i have an italics problem) 2025-05-22 05:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-22 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ His sympathetic half-smile likely will not do much, but he flashes one all the same. It's all rather a lot to have to take in and make use of at one go, getting the proverbial short-end of the stick doesn't make it any easier. That she calls them "machines" generically rather than "vehicle" or "car" or even "mount" is something to note as well.

At least her question is one he feels relatively confident about. ]


Yes, of course.

[ He moves closer to her car, but doesn't enter--it's her space, put upon her though it may be. Kneeling a bit down by the open door, he flattens out his hand to mimic the angle of the pedal itself and moves it back and forth as he explains. ]

The one on the right? You doubtlessly have noticed the amount of pressure you apply will accelerate your vehicle, but you do not actually have to keep your foot pressing down on it to keep your car in motion. Just a bit will do. And you can apply more as need be should the terrain change, or ease off when going downhill. 'Tis actually surprising how little is needed. The engine takes care of the hard work.
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-22 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ It does create more questions, of course, like what the Aeon of my Path is exactly. He can reason some of it out with context clues, but — yeah. It was obvious from the start that this guy was from a way different time and place, but that's just completely confirmed with the mention of dealing with situations across star systems.

It pings something, at least, to hear someone else talk about star systems and being out there in space in some way, but their versions of that are definitely different.

Amos keeps following him, though; he has no reason to doubt him for now. Absolute trust in him would be an entirely different thing, and not easily given, but it's not something worth thinking too hard about with someone he's just met. ]


With a resume like that, I guess you're good for the job. We can skip your references.

[ It's his brand of light sarcasm with a flat tone, but really — the information is good to know. He wants to have the full understanding of who's with him if they're venturing into the unknown. He'd ask more of him right now except his mind is more focused on the task at hand.

There hasn't been another scream, not yet, but the closer they get to where they're going, the more some other noises crop up — shuffling, scraping, even the sound of a weird, raspy laugh that seems to die as quickly as it started. ]
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[personal profile] magike 2025-05-22 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Seeing him in the room hardly surprises her when she's a projection herself, though rather than remain standing Rowena opts to lean against the bed that's in the room. His own projection appears as solid as her own, no one realised she wasn't actually there until they touched her, and she's curious as to whether his image is similar.

"I suspect I may not have felt anything ordinarily."

If she hadn't been casting her spell that psychic element in this moment wouldn't have existed.

"Is it going to be a regular thing?"
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-22 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Nope. All this speaks for itself.

[ By all this, of course, he means the way this guy is almost entirely falling apart at the moment. Well, physically, at least. But he gets his footing, at least, and Amos does the thing he thinks he's supposed to do — you know, keep his arm there, maybe. Seems like it might help, at least, since the last thing he wants is this guy taking a fall on the road in the middle of nowhere.

In response to Rune's smile, Amos raises just a little eyebrow, but he gets the attempt at humor for what it is. ]


You don't have to like hospitals. Just don't make stupid choices that get you stuck on the side of the road.

[ Despite the words he uses, he believes he's just being helpful in saying this. ]

Look — way I see it, gonna have to come back for your car later.

[ This is Amos basically offering him a ride. This is not out of the goodness of his heart, though. This is a purely practical offer. He doesn't want to keep standing here with this guy and his busted vehicle, he wants to keep moving. The other option is letting the guy take a breather in his car, get his bearings, and then let him drive off. But that also wastes more time. The third option is just leaving him, like he'd originally planned. If it was between Amos and his own survival, he'd shrug the guy off. But giving him a lift doesn't really affect Amos getting where he needs to go. ]