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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] churnback 2025-05-23 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ He'll come back to the "normal person" job part, but he's too caught up in the other stuff he's said. ]

Shit — not from the moment you were born? Unless you came out like this. What about the stuff before it?

[ Beyond just the basics of learning to walk and talk and stumble around that comes with being an infant and then a kid and a teenager, Amos truthfully can't come up with any good examples of what "the stuff before it" should have, could have, or might have been, because his own was the furthest from a childhood of any kind.

But this also makes some kind of sense. And he's expecting that whatever explanation he's given, he won't be at all surprised. Not with how damn young he sounds and seems. ]


Look, I don't know you. Take it as you want, but — you've got a whole damn life of something else.

[ Some of how he talks sounds like Holden, that same creed the man lives by, the way he's saved them all plenty of times. Almost killed them a few times, too, but point is, he can't seem to stop himself from protecting and saving others. It's noble and righteous, but goddamn there's still a little more life this kid could be living. ]

What kind of family business is this anyway?
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-23 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[He will wait, patiently, though he does seem a bit surprised, his shoulders tensing as if it might be something bad. It's possible he also doesn't want anyone to waste resources on him--an exchange, when she might need these things more than him, doesn't feel right.

He stares, briefly, at the lighter. She's trying to make a gesture of good will, and Viktor does not necessarily have the heart to tell her he can start fires with the laser arm currently hidden underneath his cloak. He'll be polite--it feels like the prudent thing to do, and at the very least he and Jayce can repurpose the lighter fluid.
]

Thank you. [That seems sincere, at least.] My partner and I will make use of this.

[Some unseen other guy who is not here right now.]
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[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-23 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Thaaat's giving me a yeees. [Sure, he's never been one to give straightforward answers, but the Logan that is his friend is also, somehow, even less forthcoming than the man in front of him. Which Wade can work with. Strangely enough, in a Twilight Zone way, he'd actually call this one pleasant.

Internal snort. Imagine.

There's the barest flicker in his expression before Wade looks away, spinning on his stool right back to the machine as it is, indeed, printing some motherfucking eggs onto a plate underneath it, made out of god knows what, but still with a beautiful golden yolk. It doesn't mean shit that Logan doesn't know him; he's met plenty that don't. But, you know, after Cable, he had a little hope. There's, what, a hundred variants of the Wolverine? And most of them kill him on sight. It's actually a spectacle that one's first instinct was to help his ass.

But not knowing him, that would be the answer why.]
Wade Wilson, or, you know. Sorry, no, you don't know, hah! [He doesn't know. Wade wiggles his flaccid mask at him, flinging water in all directions.] Deadpool. Though, really, let's be serious with each other. Does it matter? As far as you know, I'm a poor, innocent drowning victim with a miraculously optimistic outlook considering the circumstances. Speaking of -- [He digs into a utility belt pouch, tossing over a couple of bottles he'd nicked.] You deserve a fair share for doing your duty, hero. If drowning yourself dead in liquor isn't your thing, you can try something new!

[Though even crushed up, these aren't likely to be much fun.]
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[personal profile] crashlikeaduck 2025-05-23 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Who me? A superhero?

[He gives a good natured and somewhat bashful laugh.]

Nah, I'm just a regular old pilot who takes adventurers from place to place. But I do know a real life superhero! The best superhero even! Have you heard of Darkwing Duck?

[Launchpad's hero worship might be as fervent as the way some Catholics feel about saints, except you could guess his faith is an idealistic and kid-like awe than one confined by dogma. And the likelihood he would open a pack of communion wafers to look for a toy inside is a distinct possibility. But his eyes widen (not from looking directly at the light) and his voice gets more fast paced and excited.]

He wouldn't just fall down a mountain he'd make a whole speech while he was doing it and chasing bad guys at the same time!
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-23 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, Earth. I'm from Baltimore.

[ That part, at least, he doesn't mind sharing. As for why he chose the life he did — nah, that, that stays close.

In response, he gives a little shrug, tips his glass around on the bartop, sips at it again. ]


If you could go out there, travel out in the stars, just — easy. You wouldn't?

[ This is, of course, not why he left, but it's not entirely a lie, either. ]
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[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-23 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ she might know. might have heard stories, or looked into some of the protests. she might have even been considering writing a story about it all, once upon a time. but until he asks, he'll never know for sure. just like how karen will never know what it is he's not saying, because she doesn't want to press.

( he might be surprised by the answer to that question, if he did choose to ask. )

potholes. is that right? she ends up just sort of smiling to herself about that as she finishes making her way down the next aisle, finding a few more things she may, or may not end up needing. truth is, she has no idea what it is she's supposed to be preparing for. a motel room? a few days stay? they make it to a kind of freezer, and Karen eyes a frozen pizza and decides what the hell. ]


I guess? [ it's probably not nearly enough, or maybe it's too much. she doesn't know. but as they're standing there, near the freezer aisle, and she's looking down at everything in her hands... she just kind of stops. ]

Does everywhere take loans? Cause I don't have money for any of this.
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-23 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not lunging towards her--not on purpose at least. She just happens to be in the path of his momentum, and right now Viktor is a bit of an unstoppable force. In fact, he might not even notice her at all, his perception split between his astral plane and the real world, the latter becoming clearer in a way Viktor has not seen in some time. It's disorienting, to say the least.

To Fern's credit, the impact gets his attention, even if the knife does little. It glances off the strange living metal that he's made of, though it might find some purchase in the uneven grooves of what used to be a brace. He comes to a stop, though his comprehension of what's just transpired is slightly delayed.

There's a noise from him that might be realization. Slowly, he moves to where the knife is, closing his hand around it with little care for the blade and twisting it away--possibly taking Fern with it.
]
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[personal profile] crashlikeaduck 2025-05-23 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Aarakocra, huh? Maybe that's another word and I just don't know it. There's a lot of things I don't know! Or you met someone like Donald and that's how he introduced himself. He's got a very strong, um, accent.

[He seems to ponder this and makes a hurgling noise in his throat, like he's trying to reverse engineer "aarakocra" into some word he recognizes via phlegmy translation. He repeats "aarak" a few times until he ends up swallowing the toothpick and begins to cough and hit himself in the chest, produces a very squawky "ACK" until it seems to go down along with all those cheese samples.]

Well, that's one way to get more fiber in my diet...

[Before Fern has more time to wonder if 'sentient' is the right word to describe Launchpad thumps his chest one last time and sits down as if this might as well be a prolonged lunch chat.]

I might've been to Faerun before. Or someone I know has. Is it a place full of green hills, weird stones, and little portals that shoot colorful balls out at you?
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-23 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ The girl — not human (?) he'll ask later — kicking at him is the least of what he deserves. She's a tiny whirlwind and she's got a lot of fire in her, that much is clear. He'll just clear a path and let her do her thing unless he needs to step in. And that quickly changes. It's good, actually, that the guy makes the move. It's not the action of him launching himself at her that Amos appreciates — no, that dials him up to feral immediately. It's more that it's like a door being unlocked, the instant uncoiling of something instinctive that's always sitting close, ready to pull on.

The guy was — until now — a relatively harmless idiot, arrogant and kind of an asshole. Nothing that needed immediate action, and being so far removed from his crew, he's doing his best to keep them in mind during interactions like this, trying to keep a tether on himself and act like they would when he couldn't be sure of his next move.

But this guy has quickly crossed a line, and for what reason, he doesn't know, but he can't have a single brain cell left if he thinks this will end well when he tries to go at her. Amos' responding action is swift, immediate, as he steps between them and moves to punch him. As expected, he hits the ground with a thud, and he'll be dazed at the very least. But Amos doesn't waste time, just kneels down to grab him roughly by the arm, hauling him up and moving to drag him outside. It must be a mild sort of chaos around them, and Amos vaguely hears soft gasps and murmurs of surprise, but he really couldn't care less. He dumps the guy on the curb, watches him shake his head a little to clear the haze, wiping at his bloody nose, and then scurrying off. At least for now, Amos doesn't go back inside to check on her. He stepped out of line, technically, so he'll wait his turn here at the back. All the while, he's — completely calm, like nothing much just happened. ]
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[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-23 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
Elves?

[ There's a faint glimmer of curiosity - and near amusement - at the realization that 'elves' continue to be a common term for Elezen. She hadn't expected to hear it again so soon - and here of all places. ]

I'm glad to hear that Elezen ears aren't wholly exclusive to us.

[ There isn't much time to dwell on the small joys of discovering there are similar beings to Elezens and Elves beyond the First and her own starhowever. She blinks several times as if recalling that, yes she indeed has a job. ]

Oh, well. I do think that I'm due a break. And luckily for us, they've left us samples just for the staff in the back that I'd be happy to share. [ She tilts her head inquiringly, lips quirking some. ] Would you like to join me? Outside perhaps, so no one notices that you've got a veritable stash. I would love to hear more about these elves on your star.
Edited 2025-05-25 00:08 (UTC)
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[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-23 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ She comes to the same conclusion Alphinaud does soon enough: that this man is no Ascian or Primal that they've fought. Then again, there's many mysteries in the world and this a different star altogether. Who's to say that there aren't Ascian or Primal equivalents here?

As he moves away from them and towards the hood of the car she follows suit, still holding out her crystal just in case. And unfortunately, when the opportunity presents itself to be give a bit of (unwarranted) sass, she can't help herself. ]


First of all, it's a crystal - not a rock. And secondly, I don't think you can blame me for reacting. You just ruined our mount!

[ Ignoring the fact that she had been the one behind the wheel. It's a minor detail in the grand scheme of things, really. ]

Alisaie Leveilleur This is my brother. [ If it weren't obvious enough. But she'll leave Alphinaud to introduce himself. And once he does - ] ...Can it be fixed? And how did you do this much damage to it?
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[personal profile] yeahmagnets 2025-05-23 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jesse lets out a low, surprised chuckle, head tipping back just slightly, the tension bleeding out of his shoulders for the first time in what feels like hours. There’s something about the deadpan delivery that disarms him, the dry cadence slicing clean through the grime of this place. He steps a little closer to the barrel fire, hesitantly, the heat licking at his arms through threadbare sleeves. Sparks float up like fireflies and vanish into the night. The scent hits him again: salty, smoky, vaguely synthetic, but compared to the chemical reek of the scrapyard, it smells like home. Or what he remembers of it, anyway. Feels like worlds away, now.

Jesse glances sideways at the man, trying to read him under the flicker of firelight. He doesn’t look soft, but there’s nothing sharp and malicious there either, unlike he's used to. He's become adept at analyzing his surroundings and reading body language. It's a life-or-death matter in the world and the lifestyle he comes from. This guy looks like he’s survived things Jesse doesn’t have names for. He sees it in the way he moves. Efficiently. Measured. Like someone who knows what a second too slow can cost. Reminds him a little of Saul's guy, Mike. Maybe that's what makes him stick around. He swipes a hand under his nose, sniffs once, then exhales hard through his teeth like he’s trying to blow out whatever ghosts have hitched a ride on his shoulders. ]


Alright. Long as it ain’t people or possum, I guess I’m in.

[ Digging into his impossibly deep pockets, thanks to all of his clothes being a few sizes too big, Jesse pulls out a half-pint of whiskey and a protein bar that's a little squished, but still intact. He holds them out for inspection, brows raised to see if the offer's accepted. It's probably more than the meat's worth, but some warm food sounds better than the vending machine stuff he's been getting by on. ]

Wanna trade? These for a little bit of the, uh, Not Ferret?
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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-23 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her glare doesn't waver his conviction. ]

If I did, I'll fix it.

[ The confidence in which he says it implies that he's had more than enough experience fixing noses. Whether they're his own or someone else's can be left to her own discretion. At this point he's just doing his best to make up for the fact that he's probably made her night worse than it had been moments before.

Ignoring C4T (this is kind of its fault if Cassian is being honest (read: petty), he gets himself up off the ground he extends a hand towards her to help her up. It takes everything in his power not to sass her right back a bit. After all he had apologized (briefly) earlier the moment he'd realized that he had accidentally kissed her. But sass hardly seems appropriate right now. ]


I'm sorry. [ And then by way of explanation - ] The power went out suddenly and I was trying to see if there was a breaker box somewhere on this floor. I wasn't expecting someone to be right behind my door.
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[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-23 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ A little bit of starring is something he's become used to, finding that there aren't many Miqo'te out and about in this strange place. Even if he was bothered by it, he's much more curious as to what her situation had been before,

It feels rather...topical, given recent circumstances. There is a prevailing theme of undercutting this city. ]


Cutting off trade? Such decisions are usually not made unless the circumstances themselves are dire.

[ Was the loss of imports the cause to the starvation or merely a symptom of something even greater?

To her apology, he shakes his head. ]


Not at all. In fact, I would welcome the expertise of others here.

[ To that end, he smiles a little and--erm. Stops, he has to adjust the food in his hands to one arm so that he can properly offer his right to shake. ]

G'raha Tia. At your service, Miss Boyle.
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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-23 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ A quick glance down at the button he'd pressed confirms what he had seen earlier (and the whole reason he'd gotten into this situation in the first place): it clearly reads 'POWER'. Instead of answering Rowena he lets out a world weary sigh instead.

It's fine. For some reason he gets the impression that even if he hadn't pressed the wrong button, something like this would have happened anyway. At her question he looks up, letting out a bit of a scoff. ]


Wanting it? No. [ And put himself in more debt? ] I was just curious. There are droids in my galaxy. I was curious to see if they functioned the same.
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[personal profile] metamorphosing 2025-05-23 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[She hadn't expected him to hurt her the first time, still hasn't quite had time to process what had happened, but her injuries from the attempt are still fresh. It makes it hard to take anything he says at face value.]

You left.

[Meaning what? He'd fired and then left? He looks different, but she can't quite pinpoint why in the moment, not when her head is elsewhere. For all she knows, it's just this place— her own arrival hadn't exactly been graceful. Easy to see why anyone here would look a little worse for wear.]

I'm still trying to put together why you did it in the first place— I've been fighting for our cause, your cause, while you've been locked away!
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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-23 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ It is annoying that this has turned out this way. But it's perhaps more annoying that the universe seems intent on throwing him more challenges and roadblocks. As if winding up here weren't enough. ]

I think it's underneath all of this junk. Whoever owned this last kept their whole life in here.

[ Though his search doesn't stop as he hears the crunch of gravel beneath Gustave's feet, it doesn't mean that is guard isn't down. Unfortunately for Gustave, old habits die hard and Cassian had learned from an early age that outward kindness didn't always mean that someone could be trusted. He'd employed it himself more than a handful of times. Still does to this day.

But he stops his search completely when Gustave offers - quite kindly - to assist. ]


You want to help?

[ There's another question that hangs in the silence left unsaid: What does he want in exchange? ]
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[personal profile] metamorphosing 2025-05-23 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[She bristles in response; there's no doubt in her mind that he can sense the way every part of her goes tense.

I don't need saving.

She doesn't think it directly at him, but the thought is still there despite the urgency of the moment. Strictly speaking, in this specific moment, it's not true— she needs his help, especially with the water continuing to steadily rise, but the feeling itself brings her back to an entirely different time and place, when she'd been a much younger and more sheltered version of herself.

She shoves it aside. There isn't time for that now.]


Found it—

[More rummaging turns up what looks like a passcode of some kind, and she snatches the pad it's been scribbled on before slamming the drawer closed.]

593206— got it?
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[personal profile] summonbeasts 2025-05-23 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[The sympathetic gesture certainly doesn't hurt. She doesn't look half as tense and angry as she did at the very least and that's progress?

She does follow him as he moves near the machine and at the very least she is an attentive listener. She follows the movement of his hand with her gaze.]


Is it better to ease into the pedal to begin with then? The manual did say to apply pressure but not exactly how much.

[She thumbs through said manual a moment with a healthy frown on her lips.]

It wasn't much help to be honest.
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[personal profile] seavere 2025-05-23 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
Environment's not too great for 'em.

[ she can wish for one from afar, just because she understands how a horse works far better than one of these cars. ]

[ tired of looking at the... whatever the fuck is inside it, anne closes the hood, with far more force than is probably necessary, but it's not like she knows any better. she pauses a moment, then reaches in to make sure it's latched. seems like she a good idea. ]

[ almost immediately: ]


I ain't riding with anyone else.
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[personal profile] metamorphosing 2025-05-23 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
That must be nice.

[Her response is mild but surprisingly genuine— she's become closely acquainted with the hard edge of sarcasm over the last several years, but this hardly merits it.

It's the kind of world that she and the others have been dreaming of for themselves— the one she's decided to fight for, whatever that comes to mean.]


Things don't usually go so well for mutants who are honest about who they are, but there are those of us who have chosen not to hide. We shouldn't have to. Not everyone is brave enough, but I can't blame them for feeling that way.
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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-23 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ When realization dawns in Matt's voice, Cassian can't help the breath that could very nearly be laughter were it not for the fact that he was having some amount of trouble breathing. It certainly helps some with lessening the adrenaline that had been coursing through him. So does the cool night air that hits his face, allowing his shoulders to relax just a touch. Not completely. But just enough. After all, the only barrier between them and those thugs was flights of stairs.

Before he can lob a soft question back about what exactly he means by understanding 'wrong place, wrong time', Matt reminds him that he's carrying a very heavy droid. Despite his ongoing grievances with C4T there's an obvious care in which he places him onto the ground before turning around to be greeted with Matt pulling out a beat up looking box. There's a beat where he regards him before he meets Matt halfway and settles onto the ground. ]


If I didn't know any better, I'd think you do this often.

[ Is it a line? Maybe. Maybe he's trying not to get hung up on the fact that some random fluxdrifter came and punched him in the face the minute he'd opened his door. Or maybe there's a question in there, a quiet call out that he finds it curious that Matt keeps a pseudo-supply kit on the roof (because how else would he have known it was there in the first place?). ]
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[personal profile] nashua 2025-05-23 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nashua takes hold of what she assumes is an arm. There's no real need for her to be gentle; she's not that strong. But the costume provides some resistance. He'll need to work with her on this. ]

I need you to try to stand when I pull. On three, okay?

[ The arm of the costume is soft and slightly damp. She politely ignores that fact. ]

One, two... Three.

[ Grip tight, she does her best to ease him up. Roll for dexterity. ]
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-23 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Innocent people don't usually call themselves innocent unprompted. Logan lets that one go. He's a little distracted by the fact that there are, in fact, eggs being printed onto a plate. Last diner he rolled through, it was full of things that tried to kill him. How come this one's so pleasant?

Company aside.

He rolls his eyes and punches the button for a stack. And bacon. ]
Stop— [ He catches the bottle. Oh. Yeah, he'll take that. ] —calling me that. [ Hero, he means, 'cause he's not.

He stuffs the bottle into the pocket of his hanging jacket, then gathers the coffee and plate it spat out. None of it smells particularly like real food, but it's close. It's the type of thing only he could sniff out the difference, maybe. This synthetic edge that tickles his nostrils.

He sets the tray onto the nearest table and slides into the booth. It oughta feel weird, but frankly, this entire dimension is a little insane. A Denny's printing food isn't the worst. Plus, it's dry. Coffee actually tastes pretty good, too. But there's something else, too. Something about the way this Wilson guy is acting around him. His little comments. The fact that he hasn't asked for a name in return.

Logan peers at Wade. (Wade Wilson. How come that sounds...?) ]
Do you know who I am?

[ He has met a few who do know him—and he knows them, too—but it's not like his claws are a big secret and he did pop them during the rescue. Maybe Wade saw them or recognizes one of the X-Men. Maybe they know each other from before Weapon X. That's happened, too. His memory's, you know...fucked. It might explain the vague flicker of familiarity he keeps getting. ]
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[personal profile] pse 2025-05-23 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, shitshitshitshitshit

Kimiko is pretty comfortable killing people. She's uncomfortable with how comfortable she is, of course, but at the end of the day she's a product of the hands that moulded her. Maybe one day she'll be different. Normal. Some doting housewife, trading the leather jacket for yoga pants, or a novelty smiling, silent barista at a Starbucks in Seattle. She imagines this life sometimes. For now, though? Butcher told her she's a gun in his hand and that's exactly what she is.

But there's casualties in the battle, and then there's this. Accidentally killing a nice, friendly man because she took her eyes off the road for a second. It shouldn't have been a problem. The highway is straight and empty for dozens and dozens of kilometres.

In a panic, she doesn't retract her arm from where it had kept him in his seat. But her other arm lets go of the steering wheel and finds his shoulder, desperately shaking him.

If the shaking doesn't work, she will lay on the horn for a second or so. It will cut through the air, frightening away a curious coyote sniffing the back wheel without a care for the chaos it caused.

And if that doesn't work, he's getting bridal carried out of the vehicle. ]
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