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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.
alwaysme: working (if you pull me down)

[personal profile] alwaysme 2025-05-23 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yeah, everyone always likes to make sure they're going to find what the commotion is. Crowds gotta crowd. [Except Jinx is also out of her room, so, she's a bit of a hypocrite. It was just too quiet in the dark for her head back inside and something soothed her about seeing a bunch of strangers, hearing voices she wasn't acutely familiar with.

She finds the floor's emergency exit and pops open the door to breathe in the air of the night.]
Checking isn't worth the headache. They'll just throw a fuss that we touched their stuff even if we helped them out. I can't afford that, can you?
motiontocompel: ([ MCU ] 116.)

[personal profile] motiontocompel 2025-05-23 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Foggy's noticed in the past couple of shifts that people around Panorama seem awfully lax about their rules. Even people blatantly stealing don't seem to spend much time under the thumb of security, and the encouragement to give out as many samples as asked feels like maybe people around these parts understand unwritten rules. Until Foggy hears otherwise, he's within the confines of his job, but it doesn't stop him from massaging the numbers in ways he can.

"Sure, I take breaks," Foggy replies, already gloving up and opening a bag to receive the chicken feet. He doesn't count them closely, going for two good handfuls that will probably amount to an extra five feet, or so. "But I've been trying to get out from under this debt as quick as I can."

Stickering the chicken feet in the nicely wrapped package, he makes sure to note the price for ten and passes them across to her. Surprised that no one's gathered behind her, he tosses away his gloves and crosses his arms on the counter, leaning in a way that feels all too familiar to his childhood at the family deli.

"Got something on your mind?" Who said a butcher('s son) can't play the part of bartender, priest, and friend all at once? "I promise I slack off plenty, if that's what you're worried about." He grins, amused at his own expense, as always.
kingsroads: (dude are you sure?)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-23 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ At the mention of a tent, Strange's eyes light up a bit. That is a very useful idea. He didn't know much of anything about how these vehicles worked, but at least if he was roughing it in this, he wouldn't have to worry about all the usual problems of sleeping in a tent (bugs, flooding, getting dirt on everything.) ]

I don't mind the...rustic accommodations, so to speak. I served in the peninsula, after all, [ said with complete confidence that Jinx knows what the fuck he means by 'the peninsula.' ]

Do you know where I can find a tent?
pagings: (dKwW84A)

[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-23 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ sometimes. she gets it- a drifter, a mover, someone who doesn't settle. westchester is an interesting place to stay, if only temporarily, but something tells her he has less than normal reasons for choosing Westchester of all places. ]

For work? [ is her first question, even when she has a feeling it's not the answer. ] Or something else? [ she watches him pick up a box of poptarts that she very much left behind for a reason. her face scrunched, looking from the box to him, before huffing out a quiet laugh of her own as she keeps moving on down the aisle.

couple of weeks. that stills her for a moment, frowning mostly to herself. a couple of weeks. what does that mean for her? what does that mean for any of them? she closes her eyes, breathes in once, and then out again before moving to the next shelf.

the it's not so bad here draws her eyes back towards him, looking suspicious. or- maybe not suspicious. incredulous, for sure. ]
This isn't so bad? [ she snorts, shakes her head. ] Westchester must've really gone downhill since I last drove through it.
carmesi: <user name="bangparty"> (pic#17848052)

[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-23 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
( this feels like a physics lesson, if wanda had ever been to high school classes. though she listens, she focuses on how he goes about the bike, his careful movements and how he holds himself. henryk is most definitely a european name—german, or about?—and he sounds it, too; something familiar, to wanda.

she glances up at his face. )


So, I should always go fast.

( her conclusion. )
cryptsleeper: (N: Elaborate sword nonsense)

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-23 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Alucard feels a particular level of pride in not commenting about the man under a hedge bit. That is in fact madness, and well, okay. It worked.

It is interesting though, because he thinks he follows the logic here.]


If magic in your world is connected to the fae, then I assume there was an uptick of activity with them in order for practical magic to have any means of being used in your own era?
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[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-23 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Can't help themselves is right - Aracely and impulse control had never once even crossed paths, much less been on speaking terms.]

Yeah, she'd never shut up about it. Floated in her sleep, too.

[...Did he want Kaine to follow? It's not like sharing in an illicit chip exchange made them friends or anything (perish the thought) but Kaine had to admit, he was a little curious where he was taking the rest of the haul. Was there some kind of massive stash being hoarded by the guy? Telekinesis got you in a lot of places...

This was still a terrible idea, he had to point out to himself. He could've just taken his chips and gone back to his room. Still... maybe there was something to gain from this

...Against his better judgment, he follows.]
fuckinabucket: ("Lovely day for it!")

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[personal profile] fuckinabucket 2025-05-23 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Oh shit, free candy? Who knew the cost of my morality was so abysmally low?

[ Sally's all breezy, friendly sarcasm; her charm is a carefully cultivated defense mechanism, the sweet smell of a carnivorous plant. Her smile gets a little less guarded, a tick towards genuine, as she flicks on her flashlight and shines a small bar of brightness towards the various snacks and candies. ]

... No, seriously. I have no idea what a Cookie Cat is but I will sell my soul for it, right here, right now. Share the stash... and mum's the word. Deal?

[ She seems to talk a big game for such a small silhouette cut out from the dark from behind the glare of her flashlight. She can't see in the dark, but even so... she seems rather at home inside of it. ]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-23 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
( wanda shrugs, contemplating him for a moment before glancing to the side, at a loud argument taking place probably in one of the aisles, and only looks away when she notices that the argument dies down once an employee goes to check out the situation.

her eyes return to him. )


Europe.

( it's not that she doesn't want to say; it just — hurts, knowing that her country is no more, of how she aided in that fate. which is why she quickly shifts the subject, )

I was in America before coming here.
longtooth: (002)

[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-23 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's true that the samples serve a purpose. If Fern finds that she likes the taste of anything, perhaps she will return here when she has actual coin (or... what is it called here again? joolies?) to spend. That is, in fact, the entire thought process behind offering these. She understands that much.

So, this is the loophole that the elf girl is using. Fern notes the way that her lip curves. If that's the case, then Fern isn't about to argue.

However, it seems that no matter how many times she thinks she might have found someone of her world (or even someone from Barovia, though that possibility is much less appealing), nothing comes of it. She truly shouldn't have expected any different. Her ears twitch down, just slightly, while she nods. ]


That's right. People there who have ears such as yours are called elves.

[ She glances down, realizing that she's still awkwardly holding a whole collection of paper cups. ]

Though I suppose I should let you return to your work, and find a place to sample these.
kingsroads: (your sea beacons suck)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-23 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
That's the odd thing—there wasn't an uptick. My mentor actively discouraged working with the fae. We ended up working with them once or twice, but most of our magic was done on our own terms.

[ or the Raven King's terms because technically the reason Strange and Norrell have the magic they do is because of a prophecy the Raven King cast to bring magic back to England BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT ]
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[personal profile] valle 2025-05-23 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
( She is not, by nature, a particularly antagonistic person — not until it comes time for an actual fight. She has a tendency to flip like a switch; to go from stoic and carefully composed, to an animalistic instrument of feral rage. It's unlikely the latter will ever be directed at him, and so the most she's ever likely to get with him is a little brusque and short. She has no reason to be that way now. He is helping her, and he left behind a relatively positive impression.

An impression that doesn't quite line up with what she's hearing. I don't feel like a very brave man; she wonders what he's been through. What he's experienced recently in his life to lead to this uncertainty in himself — or maybe uncertainty isn't quite the right word. He looks like a man who is hurting. He looks like a fresh wound still healing.

At least he feels comfortable enough to use his gift in front of her. That probably means something.

She takes the tool from him gently. She'll pack it all away into the back of her jeep in a second, but first:
)

You don't. I'm sorry. I hope being here changes things. Maybe it'll go differently for you.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-23 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
( she shifts uncomfortably, but it's not because of anything he's done, doing, or has said—perhaps surprisingly so. despite everything, and how much it feels like her emotions have been on a bit of a roller coaster ride in this interaction with 'spectre' (not that she knows the difference in the spelling, yet), wanda — kind of gets it.

fists curl and uncurl at her sides, before she commits to what she does want to ask. )


...you said my accent reminded you of your father's?

( maybe, just maybe, she can have a conversation that doesn't end with a sour taste in her mouth. )
valle: (Laura-DPW-16)

[personal profile] valle 2025-05-23 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
( And just like that, they're in business. It's gonna take some real janky doing, including holding the recorder up to a car speaker, hoping the shitty AUX cable that attaches to the headphone jack doesn't fritz out for the dozenth time, and lining up the timing for when he hits record and she hits play, but...

It's technically kind of totally doable.
)

I'm not really good at references. Sorry.

( Bluntly, but at least a little apologetically. You deal with enough fourth-walling assholes rolling in to talk about Golden Girls and the Janet Jackson Boob Incident, you learn to throw out that disclaimer. She has a grand total of between two and three years' worth of life spent in the real world on Earth, and she didn't spend a ton of that time getting immersed in media. No Knight Rider. RIP in peace. )

You wanna come pick some out? How many songs can those things hold, anyway?
unsunder: (🌃 193)

[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-23 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ He almost laughs, because the concept really is that laughable. The entire star was shaped, governed, and nurtured by the magicks of his people. Keeping such things secret? Could you imagine?

For a mercy, however, his expression remains unchanged, save the arching of one pale brow. If people fear what they do not understand, then the only way to ensure one's survival is to hide. This isn't a far-fetched hypothetical for her. It's reality. ]


It does not. Magic exists the world over, and is openly taught and practiced by many. You and yours are not so lucky.

[ It's not a question. ]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-23 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
"You got six months to pay it off," she says, off-handedly, genuinely thinking that this is enough time to get it all paid off. Unlike Foggy and the rest of his peers, Wanda has not held a job prior to being here, and things like debt were never something she had to deal with—because there were no systems for it in Sokovia. "It's plenty of time."

So idealistic.

—but she takes the wrapped package of chicken feet regardless, looking down and weighing it in her hand before glancing back up at him when he leans in. The face she makes about 'slacking off plenty' is one that shows disbelief to the statement.

She did have something to tell him outside of getting herself foodthings.

"Do you like reading? I found a tiny bookshop close to the bowling place." And figures that she can pay him back for his kindness by getting him something to help make the most of his leisure time.
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[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-23 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ it only takes a moment, not even a whole moment, before she's dropping the barrel of the gun. because no- no she would not shoot a teenager. ]

What are you doing? [ she ends up whispering, looking back down the hall and then stepping a little closer to him. ]

You need to go back to your room. Something's happening.
nadine_he_loves: (dark profile)

[personal profile] nadine_he_loves 2025-05-23 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Benefits of already living through an apocalypse. Learned the hard way to always have a candle.

[Nadine frowns as she hears a commotion, glancing in that direction. It's not unusual, but normally she's behind her own door. It offers an illusion of safety, at least.

Less so when out in the open like this.]


Hopefully it's a comfy one. I lucked out with a station wagon, I've had worse nights than sleeping in a sleeping bag in the back.

[Still. Blackouts can bring out the worst in people, and it's rough around here already. Her senses are on high alert, and she approaches the edge of the pool. It would probably be smartest to get back to her room, but...she'd feel guilty, just leaving the kid here on their own. It wouldn't be right in a way she can't make excuses for.

Nadine is well aware her morals are questionable, but there are some things she can't do.]


I don't really feel like sitting in a dark room yet. Mind if I hang out here?
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[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-23 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, she already likes this tall, towering man and she doesn't even know his name. But there's no time to shoot him a look of approval or even appreciation. The minute more words stream out of this man mouth, the air around her seems to crackle as her gaze turns as sharp as her rapier. ]

A little girl?

[ She should be more resilient to shots against her age and her lack of physical verticality by now. But everything leading up to this point: his gross chumminess, the icky confidence that leaves her feeling like her hands are slicked in oil, and now how quickly his attitude has turned despite trying to be reasonable with him has worn away at what little patience she has left after her shift.

Alphinaud is going to kill her for this later. But later is hardly top of mind at the moment. Right now all she's focused on is ensuring her kick to his shins lands and lands hard. And when Alisaie puts her mind to something she typically accomplishes it. The guy buckles, swearing loudly as he does but she doesn't bat an eyelash, faux sweetness coating her words. ]


Oh, my apologies! I couldn't hurt you from up there due to being so little and a girl.

[ And that, it seems, is enough to have the idiot launch himself at her. ]
yeahmagnets: (baby bird unsure)

[personal profile] yeahmagnets 2025-05-23 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Not human. It's up there, but not the weirdest thing he’s heard in the last twenty-four hours. After waking up in some kind of alternate dimension, there isn't a whole lot that could shock him. His eyes drift toward the van, now back on semi-solid ground, smeared in mud but intact, and he exhales like he’s letting go of a held breath he didn’t know he was holding. The tension in his jaw starts to loosen just a little. ]

Woke up in a med tent in a world I’ve never seen before with busted ribs I don’t remember earning and now I got trench coat Jesus draggin’ my van out of a ditch with his bare hands. Totally normal day.

[ He scoffs out a laugh at the absurdity of it all, then rubs his face again, half in disbelief and half in exhaustion. The adrenaline’s fading now, leaving behind a hollow kind of ache in his ribs and a sharp reminder that he hasn’t eaten since he got here. His stomach turns, but he ignores it. He watches Castiel watching the van, calm and still like this is just a Tuesday for him. Jesse doesn’t know what to do with that kind of peace, so he defaults to sarcasm, the closest thing he has to armor. But the humor fades fast. Jesse scratches the back of his neck and shifts on his feet. ]

Seriously, though...I uh, I owe you one... [ He furrows his brows when he realizes he doesn't know the guy's name. ] What's your name, man? I'm Jesse. [ He offers a tattooed hand in greeting, which Castiel can shake or not, glancing down the road as the other guy asks about the city. ]

Yeah. Heard about it from some dude back at the scrapyard. Panorama. Look, I know you got your own wheels you probably don't wanna leave behind, but maybe we could like...caravan it? Y'know...follow? I mean. Safety in numbers, right?
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[personal profile] alwaysme 2025-05-23 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
She needs this. It makes her long just a little for her braids, wishing for them to be catching the rushing air outside her rolled down windows, but it's nothing but short hair here. The station wagon is doing its best. Jinx keeps trying to coax more out of it. More speed, more oomph. She'll have to take a look at it later. Try to see how she can improve it.

But she is easily goaded into racing. She'll wave wildly from the window of her driver's seat, practically half hanging out of the car as much as she's able with one foot still pressed to the accelerator and one hand guiding the wheel, whooping wildly.

The little-station-wagon-that-could isn't going to win, and somewhere along the way with Jinx's hooting and hollering she knows her car needs to take a breath, as though it had a sentience of its own.

Whether or not he hears her call out, "GOTTA PULL OVER!" over the rush, she cuts to the side of the road in a less-than-safe maneuver and then slows down to a stop, putting the car in park and hopping out with a delighted energy. She slaps the car's hood. "Yeah! That's what I'm talking about! You tried your best!" The car. The car tried its best.
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-23 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ A beat. Would she know? She's obviously not from his future, but he's still adjusting to this concept of worlds. Universes. Timelines, he gets. He goes back, changes the past, a new one splits off. But it doesn't suddenly erase everything that made the world what it was. You still had mutants. You still had New York. Bagels. The usual. And if she's also from New York—would she have heard of Xavier's Institute? Seen the protests on the news? Or is this...something else?

(Would she be casually buying cereal with him if she knew what he was?)

In the end, he lets the question slip by. ]
Those potholes'll drive anyone crazy.

[ He can't remember the last time he rode through Westchester. The school's shut down. The graves are endless. So nah, this place isn't so bad. He still wants to go back to where he belongs. It doesn't matter that the world's gone to shit, that it might still be like that. That's where he's needed.

They reach the end of the aisles. The small freezer section sits in the corner. He pulls from it a bag of frozen peas. ]
Found everything?
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[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-23 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alphinaud probably doesn't even need to see her face to know that she's rolling her eyes so very hard beneath the bed. Truly, her ability to multitask should be studied because she's still working very hard to locate her crystal while simultaneously sassing her brother despite him having no visible sight line to her facial features. ]

Oh - you know very well I wasn't asking you to talk them down. I think you're excellent at dissuading most people but this is obviously not the time or place for reason.

[ She doesn't quite catch everything the thieves are saying, but Alphinaud's very weary response is more than enough for her to fill in the blanks. She hadn't been afraid before but she's certainly not afraid now.

Her fingers feel the cool, sharp edges of the crystal and she gives a little triumphant noise, pushing herself out from under the bed. Immediately she draws her rapier, the crystal shedding light as it begins to levitate above her hand. ]


I got it! On three open the door, brother!
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-23 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ If anything could be called a comfort zone for Amos Burton (not that he would ever use that phrasing), it's a place like this; a bar, any kind of bar. He's not picky. He just wants to chase that feeling, that buzz that curls his thoughts, that float that's like he's in zero gravity with his feet on the ground.

He has a favorite drink or two — tequila, especially — but he's not picky about that, either. He'll take what he can get, when he can get it. Considering his circumstances here now, everything that's happened since he woke up with a damn stranger in his face and a robot fixing him up — just settling somewhere for a few hours to get drunk is real damn appealing.

At first, he has no need or want to pay much attention to anyone else around him. But then someone is talking to him and he gives him a quick glance as he mulls over what he wants to drink.

There's "cheers" and "mon ami" and this guy's modified hand, and he takes it all in, where he might be from, how long he's been here, what happened to that hand. He's friendly and Amos doesn't mind it; friendly in a way Amos doesn't think he is, naturally, though he does his best to play the part. ]


Yeah. Cheers. [ He gives him a little nod to acknowledge him before deciding on what equates to their local beer. Wine is — less his thing. While he waits, Amos loosely folds his hands together, turning slightly in his seat. ]

Good company goes a long way. [ This isn't to say he thinks the guy is or isn't. He doesn't know yet. But the bartender is a keeper, as he said, and that makes up for the wine. It may make up for the beer, which remains to be seen. And by Amos' estimation, it's not the worst thing chatting up someone else while he indulges. ]

What do I call you, mon ami?

[ His accent is terrible but he's not trying to perfect it either, it's just what passes for some kind of good-natured teasing; the words dragged out a little, like he's clearly just trying to make them work out of his own mouth, and though his tone is generally flat and even, there's a slight lilt there, a hint that it's just meant lightly. ]
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[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-23 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ really, she should be more suspicious. really, she shouldn't be depending on the kindness of strangers. really, karen supposes, she should probably be dead. or have found her own way out. or done anything, at all, except sat here and let the water continue to rise around her legs, her knees. you're going to die here she remembers thinking, and then came his face.

it's the fear, she knows it is, but he's there and the urge to cry gets worse. the hope, the sheer, overwhelming hope that maybe this could actually work. and it seems to go well enough, he is reading the instructions closely, which makes her think he wants to help. that he might help her. karen pulls her free hand up to her mouth, trying to hold it together. she just needs to hold out a little longer, and then he nods, and the sob wracks her body a little bit at that.

I'll come back for you his phone says, and her shoulders drop, her eyes turn to his face. he has to leave, she knows he does to find the panel, but her stomach drops with it, anyway, at the realization he's leaving. that in order to do this, he's going to have to head around the back, out of her sight, and-

she bangs against the window before he leaves, just long enough to get his attention back on her. he can't hear her - she knows that sounds aren't making it through. but even so, she sets her hand flat against the window, and mouths slow enough that he should be able to understand.

thank you.

maybe it's naive of her to believe that easily in whoever this man is. maybe she should know better than to think some random man will actually dive right into the whatever is going on here. but she does.

it takes time- a normal amount, if she wasn't panicking. but with each passing second it feels like the water gets ten times higher, churning faster and faster. the faces get thicker, more present, don't face away, but Karen refuses to look at them. she leans her forehead against the glass instead, closes her eyes, tries to control her breathing. if anything like what is happening in here is happening out there, which she has to assume it is, then- god. did she just sent someone into a death trap? did she just kill him? she can't believe that. she has to believe he'll be fine. she has to.

that's when she hears it - a kind of beeping, electronic, and then something shifting into place. she backs up from the window, looking around, unable to believe it when she sees the light start to blink. and blink. and-

the window starts to open back up again, slowly but surely.

it worked. ]