thediadem: (Default)
The Diadem ([personal profile] thediadem) wrote in [community profile] diademooc2025-05-15 08:42 am
Entry tags:

TEST DRIVE ∞ May 2025

Test Drive ∞ May 2025
The First Collision
©
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.
TDM Questions? Here — Game Questions? FAQ
SettingTakenReservesApplications ::: ⇅ Top
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
©
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
©
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.
valle: (n021 (19))

[personal profile] valle 2025-05-23 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
( She knows Charles is here; had the good fortune to run into him recently, and she still feels too many things too name over the reunion. He has not, however, ever mentioned anything about the sentinels. No reason to, probably, which makes sense if they averted the crisis, but it does prompt her to look at Scott a little curiously.

She'll ask more about that later, sometime when they're not standing on the street just outside of a store she shoplifted from.
)

We do. ( She agrees easily, gently. ) Maybe you get that in your timeline. We don't in mine, but it doesn't really matter anymore.

( Because her timeline is gone. Pruned. Erased from existence. She exists outside of universes now, or she did. )

We're here now. We can make it different here.
motiontocompel: ([ MCU ] 166.)

[personal profile] motiontocompel 2025-05-23 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Foggy watches, feeling a strange solidarity as he sets the handbrake on his own manual transmission debt-maker and climbs out of the driver's seat. He's not all that great with driving yet and probably wouldn't want to try backing out in front of her even if he felt confident (which he doesn't). He gestures to the car — at the general hood area — and then pushes up his sleeves one at a time. ]

Put Tina in neutral and I'll push you back out. Can you steer in reverse? I'll keep it slow, so you should be fine.

[ Of course, this is something of an immense task considering the bulk involved with the car, but Foggy feels like once he gets a little momentum, he'll probably be able to keep it. Each hand goes onto the hood, palms testing to make sure he's got good leverage.

He adds, pointedly:
]

Don't forget to take off the handbrake, but be ready in case it wants to... roll over me.
alwaysme: (and I was running far away)

[personal profile] alwaysme 2025-05-23 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
She takes her cheese cup with a bark of a laugh, skipping away from Arthur, but unfortunately for him keeping him in her focus. "Manners?"

That's the funniest thing she's ever heard.

"If I ever get back home, I'm going to march right up to whoever got saddled with ruling over my toxic dump and tell them everything fell apart because we didn't follow the rules and remain proper and not at all because we were seen as the trash the Topsiders threw out and didn't want to think about."
valle: (n021 (3))

[personal profile] valle 2025-05-23 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Young cooconut," she echoes quietly in a wondering, faintly confused murmur. What the fuck is young coconut, is it literally just... coconut that isn't old? Why would somebody put that in a can? Is it good? Not that the last question matters very much — calories are calories. She's heard someone say a phrase before along the lines of beggars can't be choosers, and she certainly isn't choosy right now. Not to mention the fact that a couple of years in the void can break pretty much anyone of the concept of being picky. You take what you can get, when you can get it.

She digs through the cans. Finds a couple of the ones he listed, gathering them in her arms and then... sort of hovering a little, waiting to follow his lead. She doesn't have a lot of experience navigating other people's spaces.

"Cooking figuratively or literally?" Are they heating up cans with candles? It wouldn't be the worst idea.
longtooth: (006)

[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-23 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ How he's holding that toothpick in his beak Fern couldn't say, but the more that he speaks, the more she wonders if he's not an aarakocra, but some strange sort of kenku. Just what is he saying.

Duckburg? St. Canard? None of it means a thing to her, and while she's already gathered that the flux-drifts come from a variety of different plains, she had truly thought they might share one in common. ]


Yes, it's where I'm from. [ Not technically, but she doesn't usually clarify beyond that. For a variety of reasons. ] ... We have people there, like you. [ Bipedal sentient bird people. ] The aarakocra, they're called.

[ She's not disappointed, exactly, but she does take a moment to eat another sample as she literally chews this over. ]
potentialman: (Free samples.)

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-23 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Answering the question is only going to encourage him, and clearly, this guy doesn't need more encouragement. ]

I guess you must not speak taking the hint.
frostfist: (pic#16873228)

so sorry for the delay!

[personal profile] frostfist 2025-05-23 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
A mediator, huh?

[ There's an upward lilt to his voice, curious as well as approving. Both are genuine; given the sort of company he usually hangs around, he's more accustomed to solving a fight with fists rather than words, even if he'd rather default to the latter first rather than the former.

Even so....he squints a little in the darkness, trying to make out the shape of the person (man?) in front of him. He doesn't seem to be big and lumbering, though Wriothesley knows better than anyone to judge solely off appearance. Still, just in case things go south, he should probably keep his guard up. Especially since the racket seems to be only growing in volume.

He nods towards the souce of the noise, realizes the man probably can't see, and switches tactics. ]


Then let's get going, shall we, and put those mediation skills of yours to test. As for me.... [ He falls silent a brief moment. ] I'll follow behind as back-up in case you need to pack a little extra punch to your words.

[ Literally. ]
alwaysme: (no no no)

[personal profile] alwaysme 2025-05-23 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Jinx folds herself down cross-legged right there in the alleyway, having little care for whatever state the ground may be in. She still has old, very faded, streaks of once-neon paint across her skin and pants. She's since found a new shirt. It's almost too clean for her.

She tosses the weird vegetable up to the girl, eyeing the apple and holding out her palm to catch it.]
If they're smart they'll get wise to it fast. Maybe come back 'round to it in a few weeks.
longtooth: (003)

[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-23 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ That second try is for the best, as Fern's understanding of how things work here is limited. She only barely comprehends how her motorcycle works, and the way that things were lit seemed more like magic to her than anything else. Light cantrip after Light cantrip, everywhere she looked.

Clearly that isn't the case, and "electrical circuits" are what make it all possible. ]


... We have lanterns in Faerûn. Or magical means of keeping things lit, if necessary.

[ Perhaps she will confuse him just as much as he's confused her. She leans back on her heels, arms crossing at her chest. ]

I gather these... circuits are neither. Where do we find them?
longtooth: (007)

[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-23 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Is it not? So far as Fern can tell, you mount this much as you do a horse, holding onto the handlebars as you might with reins.

Either way, she's expecting this man and his temper to leave her be now that he's filed a complaint of sorts, and so when he instead asks her to get off the motorcycle, her head snaps up and she narrows her eyes. They gleam, thin pupils regarding him with suspicion. ]


Why?

[ For all she knows, he's going to drive off and leave her with massive amounts of debt and nothing to show for it. ]
kingsroads: (really? well okay then)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-23 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
You'll have to tell me what you mean by 'witch trials.'

[ Because it sounds like something Alucard knows a lot about? But whatever it is, Strange has a suspicion it's not great. ]

But yes, there was a decline. When the Raven King returned to the realms of Faerie, vanishing from England, all magic started to slowly vanish as well—until recently, of course, when my mentor and I decided to revive it.
valle: (Laura-DPW-31)

[personal profile] valle 2025-05-23 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
( The voice in her mind prompts a small smile from her, fond and familiar. It's been... a really, really long time since she felt that. It's a little like riding a bike, or— maybe it's more like smelling old perfume you'd forgotten. A sense-memory that hooks you and drags you back to a different place, a different time.

At first, automatically, she thinks back in Spanish:
)

De cualquier manera está bien. ( That's what she tends to think in by default; a muddled mix of two languages, but mostly Spanish. A second later she realizes, and with some conscious thought, corrects herself: ) Either way is fine. Talking doesn't bother me anymore the way it did when I was a child.

( The second question is what brings her pause. Her eyes fall away from him for a moment; they land on the street, a little absent, a little distant. Lips press into a tight line. She breathes in, and breathes out a soft sigh.

Things are about to get even more complicated than they already were. She knows Logan is here. She doesn't know if Charles has met him by this point in his timeline back home, but he must've at least met the man here by now. Mutants gravitate to him, just like she's doing. If she spots familiarity in him when she shows him, she's going to have to ask for a very unfair favor.

Only one way to find out. She holds out a fist, and two adamantium claws slowly, carefully inch their way into existence from between her knuckles.
)
alwaysme: (but then again)

I'm not usually around on the weekends so it's all good!

[personal profile] alwaysme 2025-05-23 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
That depends. Are you afraid of going fast? Because I think you have better chance at being a speed demon on a motorcycle. Certainly more fun. But! [She claps her hands, lacing her fingers together after, and gripping them towards her.] If you're not cut out for it, I'd say you'd have yourself a lot more trouble.
motiontocompel: ([ MCU ] 122.)

[personal profile] motiontocompel 2025-05-23 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
The way they fall back into each other's orbit so smoothly is like a balm to Foggy who can't set aside the sensation that he's won some kind of lottery. His body follows rote steps, in line with Karen as they shift from one realization to the next.

Had they worked together in the Pavillion, missing each other like ships passing in the night? Had they lived doors away for longer than minutes and only now realized how much time was wasted that they could have been spending together? A million questions flood Foggy's head as Karen folds him back into her life almost seamlessly.

Foggy tries to apologize to the neighbor, but she waves away his concern and passes the candle over to him before closing the door on them. Guess charity only goes so far. Nevertheless, the light is a generous gift and Foggy reaches to take Karen's hand, not wanting to be separated or waste this opportunity.

"Your place or mine?" He teases, gently, finally revealing in the light what she no doubt sensed in the darkness. The beard is not new to him, but will be new to her. Grown out well and thick, it matches his hair in color and gives him a much stronger looking chin that he's got a right to. There are new scars, too, but nothing he thinks to mention because she looks fairly exactly as she had the moment he left her. Timeless in the way Karen manages while simultaneously aging incredibly gracefully. Maybe she has a few more fine lines around her eyes, but nothing Foggy would call attention to except to express his appreciation.
satanicpanics: (pic#15737630)

[personal profile] satanicpanics 2025-05-23 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eddie glances between Laura, her tiny music device, and the tapes in his hand. It’s not a bad idea. In fact, it’s kind of genius in a way that really makes him miss Dustin. ]

Uh—

[ He holds up a finger, indicating for her to wait, and turns to begin digging through the contents of his van once more. It hadn’t exactly come just-off-the-lot pristine. Aside from the broken radio, it smells like cigarette smoke, and several of the previous owner’s items are still floating around within. He hasn’t really had time to sort through them, but he thinks he saw—

He did.

It seem that he and the van’s previous owner might have gotten along well if their music taste weren’t so wildly different, because with a victorious cackle, Eddie uncovers an old Panasonic cassette player, complete with recording capabilities. When he pops it open, he finds another tape—this time, it’s one of those hypnosis tapes that claim to help you stop smoking. He snorts, mumbling a soft “bullshit” beneath his breath as he pops it out of the tape deck and wheels around to face Laura once more, grinning.
]

Assuming this is in working order...I’m gonna guess you can offer better than Knight Rider here.

[ Hasselhoff is really catching a lot of strays… ]
summonbeasts: (Default)

[personal profile] summonbeasts 2025-05-23 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Maria doesn't bother to wave dismissively but the gentle shrug of a shoulder says the same thing.]

You couldn't have. Neither Richter nor I even knew about any of it until my mother told us.

[She huffs out another breath, not really annoyed but not exactly please either.]

I didn't even know that man was my father until this all began.
cryptsleeper: (arrogantpire)

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-23 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
...I'll get into it in a bit.

[They're finishing your thing first.]

So his presence is directly tied to the use of magic. That makes sense, and your revival, I presume, came from curiosity?
valle: (Laura-DPW-07)

[personal profile] valle 2025-05-23 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
( A moment passes wherein her expression does not change from its carefully schooled blankness. Where her eyes track over Jinx, and she gives no indication one way or another what she's thinking, until — )

Fine.

( It's declared decisively, abruptly. )

Deal. You help me, I help you. I can keep watch while you sleep. No shady bullshit. But- ( Pause for emphasis, so she's perfectly clear: ) If you fuck me over, I will kill you.

( Riddle her with all the bullets you want, they won't help.

Not that she can imagine right now how the other girl might go about doing aforementioned fucking over, but. It's the principal. It's on record.
)
alwaysme: (I'll be your only friend)

being mostly canon blind to DBH and then going wait isn't Connor with the police is just funny to me

[personal profile] alwaysme 2025-05-23 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Now just wait--don't alert the authorities," she might say it a bit too quick. "We don't really know a lot about them, y'know? How do we know we can trust them? I couldn't, back home. They were always looking out for themselves, never anyone they were supposed to help and protect, always willing to make deals. They might just... use it against us. Use it against the populace."

It isn't that she would use it herself. She really doesn't need it. And she doesn't need to create a drug empire like Silco. Good lord, she doesn't need to be in the limelight again and she certainly doesn't need the two-degrees-into-crazy Councilman coming after her.

"Ah, shoot--sorry!" She wipes her disagreement temporarily under a layer of focusing on the scattered samples and if she slips one or two in a pocket while helping the vendor get their stall back in order it really shouldn't be anyone's concern. She's quick to step out of the crowd after that.
argumentiste: (56)

[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-23 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ It has occurred to Alisaie that it is a small blessing that she'd been embroiled in the adventures she had before arriving here. The concept of other stars - or worlds in this case - is not so utterly foreign a concept to her that she has to grapple with that. If she had to, she might very well not be taking it as calmly as she is. ]

How curious.

[ And by that she means it's a little delightful. Not the test itself mind you. She had hated academic tests. But rather that she's gleaned some information about a distant star that she hadn't known before. If there's one good thing to come out of this bizarre experience it's the opportunity to learn of other's stars and their lives there. ]

That they don't bother to test us here certainly seems to match with everything else we're learning about this place.

[ The amusement seems to linger even as she tilts her head to the side. Coming from anyone else or perhaps with a different tone she might have been more prickly about it but this feels more like curiosity than anything else. ]

Sixteen. And you?
motiontocompel: ([ MCU ] 103.)

[personal profile] motiontocompel 2025-05-23 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
On one hand, by the look of Foggy, you wouldn't expect he'd be all that picky; on the other hand, he comes from a family with a butcher shop and delicatessen in their name. He knows the difference between rabiola and incavolata, he understands coffee and espresso are two very different emotional concepts, and there are very few things he won't try at least once.

Young coconut is new to him, too, and while he's fairly certain it's not as simple as unripe coconut, he is expecting a vaguely green taste, like bananas that are a little too young.

"I don't know that the peas need heated, but the other beans might be better hot. If we can... make a little stove, I don't see why it can't be literal. Especially if we keep a handy dowsing bucket nearby."

Flicking the lighter, he squints and grabs, finding an arm full of bowls and utensils. Maybe useful, maybe a mishmash of chopsticks and forks and weird spoons.

"I'm Foggy, by the way. Foggy Nelson. I guess we're neighbors for a while," he adds, equally uncertain of what's next. "Since my lock's caput, did you want to maybe hang at your place for a bit? At least until we finish eating? Or would that be weird?"
alwaysme: (feeding off her fears)

[personal profile] alwaysme 2025-05-23 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Normal people likely shouldn't react to such a clear death threat with calmness, but for Jinx, she notably relaxes. This is a language she can understand. She was raised into a crime syndicate. She was the attack dog. She knows viciousness as a first language and she basks in the familiar buzz it presents her.

She sidles closer, slow--which is not an easy speed for her--and holds out a hand to the other girl, intent to 'shake on it', whether or not Laura will, whether or not if she does if there'll be claws involved.]
Deal. My place loses power all the time. But when it stays on, I can keep the TV from fritzing out.
argumentiste: (23)

[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-23 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ How is it her fault when she had the right of way!!!!!

Alisaie's mouth twists. ]


Why would going anywhere - in this case across the street - result in a desire of wanting to be hit?

[ Honestly this roundabout nonsensical logic makes her feel like she's been transported back in time to her debate class. And while she had found a lot of enjoyment in the class (mostly because debating her brother both fueled her and brought her a strange feeling of joy), this is one topic she didn't particularly want to keep debating. ]

I've never seen you in my life. [ And though she's still annoyed - there's no mistaking that - there's an edge of concern woven through her next question. ] Are you sure you're well enough to be driving?
kingsroads: (fuck yeah dad's dead)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-23 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, the way I fell into magic was happenstance. A man under a hedge sold me spells and rambled a prophecy at me. Later, expecting nothing, I cast the spells—you can imagine my surprise when it actually worked.

[ There's a hint of nostalgia in Strange's tone. It was only ten years ago, but he was still so young then. To go from fumbling around to becoming one of the most powerful magicians of the age...what a trajectory. ]

Most magicians of the time were theoretical, men who only studied magic. To have two practical magicians on hand, myself and my mentor, was something that had not happened for over a hundred years.
alwaysarmed: (push in my ribcage)

lockdown b, let's give bob a chance to save yelena 8D

[personal profile] alwaysarmed 2025-05-23 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ The prospect of sour candy is what got Yelena out here in the first place. But when she spotted the antibiotics she knew how valuable those would be, and how many people they could help.

She's not dumb, she found a metal rod and jammed it in the door mechanism before she stepped through.

Yet somehow, she still found herself trapped. ]


How the hell—

[ That's one heck of a door hinge. She scowls at the closed door for a moment before sloshing to the windows and slamming the butt of her gun into it. It bounces off, ineffective. She swears in Russian under her breath, turning around and looking at the computer, seeing the message of a code input being needed flashing across the screen.

Okay, people are stupid, they always write things like that down. She remains calm, starting to search through the papers. Then something stands out "Red Room." A prickle runs down her spine, despite how she knows it can't possibly be related to her. She tears her eyes away, keeps digging.

"You're not really my sister." another prickle of anxiety washes over her, and she notices the water seems to be rising around her legs, where it was once at her ankles now it's just above her knees. Gritting her teeth she throws the papers down, moving to another part of the room. Though there she sees in the water, a face. Someone she killed, long long ago. Her breath catches as she moves towards it, only for it to disappear.

The fear is rising up in her chest now, and she knows something is wrong here. She closes her eyes, letting out a slow breath, before she hears the rattle of one of the windows. Turning, she looks, eyes widening when she sees who is on the other side. Wading through the (now nearing the tops of her thighs) water, she approaches the window. ]


Bob?! Is that you or are you another trick?