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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.
godjr: (AlexanderCa1501104)

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-16 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ It hurts. If this was earlier on, he might have had a temper tantrum, when he was young and his emotions got the better of him. Or when he had no soul, and he was prone to anger and striking out at people. But he's settled down a little bit and while his first instinct is to get upset and lose the edge of control he's managed, he focuses on Castiel. A Castiel who doesn't know him and is confused and worrying about the Darkness. He doesn't know what new worries there are.

Jack follows him down the aisle. A part of him wants to fly away but Castiel might need him. He doesn't know it, but he could. Jack's more powerful than he is and he is good in a fight, when he needs to be. This place is dangerous, he can't abandon him, Castiel wouldn't do that if Jack didn't know him. ]


I was thinking of getting a job here. We don't have the Men of Letters bunker to live in. If Sam and Dean get here, they'll need a place to sleep.
kingsroads: (really? well okay then)

the block - power outage

[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-16 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ In theory, finding someone to room with, to look after you and keep an eye on your back while you explore this strange new world is a good idea. There's safety in numbers, after all. If a threat emerges, you can team up with whoever you're with to disarm the threat. Alternatively, you can have the other person be a sacrificial lamb while you get the fuck out of dodge.

They've only been bunking together for an hour or so, but Alucard's probably leaning towards the latter. Strange has been taking advantage of the quiet to focus on his magic, casting minor spell after minor spell as he adjusts to things in this world. Because Mr. Stupid OP Magician has very quickly realized that things are not as they should be.

So aside from the knocks, Alucard's been subjected to changes in temperature, a cool breeze, a brief rainstorm, the illusion of himself inside that brief rainstorm, and a warmer breeze when Strange realized his rainstorm soaked both of their clothes. Strange hears the knock as well. But he's perfectly fine letting Alucard get up and investigate. When the vampire returns, the magician muses,
]

I'd prefer the technological issues. I know things are supposed to work a certain way here, but we never had things like this where I was from. If there is no light, you simply light a candle. And then there are these damned automobiles. Say what you will about horses, but they're certainly easier to steer.
pse: (pic#17787409)

[personal profile] pse 2025-05-16 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Taking the paper back, she spreads it out on her flat palm with the others. She's not quite at the collection she'll have later on, but a lot of rudimentary conversation can be summed up with a few short phrases. Things like hello, my name is Kimiko and please don't put your feet up on the dashboard and did you leave your keys in the ignition? and please give me a receipt and spinal cords are fragile, it would be a shame for you to lose yours. You know, normal things people say to one another.

There's nothing for this situation, though.

Eventually, she hands him a freshly written note.

If you do that to me, I will kill you.

The message may be undercut by the fact that she had to kneel down behind him and use the back of his chair as a flat surface to write on. It was extremely rude. ]
Edited 2025-05-16 01:09 (UTC)
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-16 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. Oh. You must be .... one of my future students.

[ Charles did not expect this. He knows Logan and his own students or former students, but he has yet to meet the ones from the future, and it is a startling reality now that it's come to him. He has ever been what one would call insecure, but considering the boots of his future self, it is quite the thing to try and fit into. He is all too aware of how unkempt and messy he must look right then, compared to what she's used to. A half-baked Charles Xavier, decades before the one she knows. ]

Are you from the future Logan came from? The most unfortunate one we were trying to stop from happening?

[ Charles knows there are technically a variety of possibilities here. They have many decades of potential time that people could be from, now that he's aware of the full spread of time between now and then. She could be from any decade for all he knows, and for a moment, he truly hope that she is not from the future in question. He knows from Logan and Charles's mind what a terrible existence that was, and not one he would want for anyone else. ]

I apologize, I am from 1973. Before I knew most of you, but I am still me, if it matters.

[ Only not. Entirely. It's difficult and his head is going to hurt the closer they get to the city, so for now at least it is only aching from the confusion they have over timelines. Not telepathy problems. ]
chromiums: uh yeah i sure HOPE it does ("road work ahead?!")

fender bender

[personal profile] chromiums 2025-05-16 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ lorna ends up choosing a car that looks capable enough, though it doesn't necessarily matter if it is, given how she's capable of operating it if it ends up breaking down. unfortunately, that ends up happening sooner than she's expecting, and while she's able of sustaining prolonged use of her abilities a bit better than most (she doesn't want to think about why), a nearly two hour commute is a lot and she'd prefer trying to figure out how to get it going again on her own.

apparently she's taking too long trying to figure out how to do that without ending up even worse for wear, because her car jolts forward as someone rams into her back bumper. ]


HEY!

[ switching the ignition off so the car doesn't run off on her, lorna throws the door open, seeking out the person who'd run into her on purpose and stalking up to them, fists clenched at her sides. ]

What the hell is your problem?
Edited 2025-05-16 01:13 (UTC)
cryptsleeper: <user name="malagraphic"> (N: Wet cat hissing)

aaaaat laaaaaaaaaaast

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-16 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
I concur about the technological issues being preferable if you understand the technology, but given the choice between technology I don't understand and supernatural I don't understand, I'll take the latter. I know how to go about investigating bumps in the night, even if I have no context for it.

[Alucard is getting a new roommate or striking out on his own. He is not going to deal with someone's bad magic experiments if they keep going like this.]

As for horses, they are simply God's worst dog.
messenger: shrugging, side-eye, exasperated (❝ shut the fuck ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-16 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Sam and Dean can "hustle", they'll be fine. You should focus on your own debt.

[ though, truth be told, he's only focusing on his own because he has nothing better to do, so he can't exactly talk. he was brought here, for a reason or through pure, dumb luck, and he doesn't want to be. he gave up control and he had intended to remain that way, untethered, pulled through the tides of his life by lucifer's strong undertow until it drowned him. it's not like it matters anymore, what he does or doesn't do.

but he can't bring himself to stop trying now that he's in full control of his body again. if he did, it would mean he really is completely useless. ]


Did they give you a car too? How much did it cost?
chromas: (♢ 𝟏𝟐𝟖)

panorama — power outage

[personal profile] chromas 2025-05-16 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
PANORAMA — power outage
[ when the power goes out, the main annoyance that lune finds as a result of it is the sudden lack of light, having spent the past week collecting a varied collection of books from various corner shops (all stemming from a variety of those rumored other worlds, some claiming history about lands that don't match the description of the one they're currently in, some spewing gossip on apparent celebrities, and many declaring itself as fiction with made up characters and creatures — all worth the insight for lune to simply learn more of these places outside her own) and has been in the midst of catching up on her reading when the flicker of the room's overhead light simply cuts out to darkness. ]

Damn it. [ she breathes out a sign, shutting her current intriguing read on quantum theory shut, as she stands on her feet and tries to flick the light switch of the room a few times to no avail.

really, she should have known this would've been pointless staying here. it's not like she isn't used to sleeping without a proper bed and that van she'd ended up with has plenty of room in the back to spread a few blankets anyway. and it's thoughts of that tacky vehicle that sparks an idea.

when she ends up back outside, out into the parking lot, she slides the back door of the van open, climbing in to sit on the floor just inside, legs folded as she faces the open air. with a wave of her fingers and a gentle golden spark, a guitar is summoned onto her lap and she holds her comfortably against her, positioning her hand in a proper placement at the neck before she begins to strum the strings, testing the sound. after a moment, she finally begins to strum a song.

and as she plays, she lets the note carry through the quiet of the dark night, allowing an invitation for any to come listen or even approach her once it's done. ]
cryptsleeper: (Doing real research)

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-16 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay. Attention gotten. Excellent, that is step one. And the glass can't be broken, that is also clear.

If the door could be opened, it would be right now. He frowns, unsure of what the next step might be.

Shit.

He casts a look over his shoulder, should there be reinforcements. Only silence responds.]
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-16 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[They see the car coming from far enough away that Viktor has time to extricate Jayce from underneath their own vehicle and set it down gently--but the closer it gets, the more he realizes that the driver is apparently on some kind of mission.

The realization snowballs. First, that the driver must recognize them. Second, that he recognizes the driver. Third, that she is barreling out of the vehicle apparently with the intent to do harm. He knows her. How can he not, after everything?
]

Powder--

[Viktor will not let Jayce put himself between the two of them. He's the one who can offer protection, now, but even so, Viktor knows he deserves whatever Jinx wants to do to him. It was foolish, perhaps, to believe that his atrocities from home would not follow him here, in some way. Jayce steps out in front of him and Viktor reaches for his arm, hoping to pull him out of the way.]

Jayce, don't!
chromas: (♢ 𝟎𝟓𝟖)

wild card — the world's an oyster

[personal profile] chromas 2025-05-16 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
WILDCARD — the world's an oyster
( open to doing prompts not listed above! feel free to pm or here's her emp comment to discuss more. please let me know if you're open to any spoilers for expedition 33, but by default, i'll be avoiding them unless agreed upon. for assumed canonpoint, she is vaguely mid-act ii. )
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The Fringes

[personal profile] vilebled 2025-05-16 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Maria avoided the hospital at first. It wasn't that she feared such places--far from it, but specifically because Maria had dedicated those last years of her life to working with the infirm that she felt unworthy. She hadn't been able to accomplish much in the way of true medicine at the time, instead offering her presence and kind words and assurances as a balm against the inevitable.

(Oh how they suffered thanks to her discoveries...)

So it is by pure happenstance that she, in her mapping the layout of this strange new city, draws by close enough not to the building itself but enough to warrant attention. She pauses at the offer, taking in the appearance of the man who voices it. What does he see in her, a pale woman standing well over six feet as she tries to keep a low profile despite this? Still, he has her attention as her equally pale eyes turn towards the hospital itself.

"'Dangerous'?" she echoes, her tone soft and accent lightly Slavic. "What has happened?"
pse: (pic#17652785)

[personal profile] pse 2025-05-16 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kimiko quickly pulls the note back, frowns down at it, lightly stabs through one of the rs with the tip of her pencil, and then holds it back up.

Hello, Verso!

Her smile is only slightly akin to a fourth grader hoping for a gold star on their homework. ]
Edited 2025-05-16 01:19 (UTC)
betenoir: (Detached)

noted! hello there :)

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-16 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Renoir is comparing one design to another, one artistic style to another, and comparing both against the part they picture that stands upon the table. The engine itself is nothing so familiar but he is familiar with technology. He brings his image of everything together into a whole while digesting her answer.]

Innovation. But close enough.

[It is close enough to being the right answer that he will not correct her. His standards are not easy to reach but they are hardly so strict.]

But must a riddle surprise you? If innovation and imagination are products of the mind then surely you understand their importance.
mississippis: (349)

[personal profile] mississippis 2025-05-16 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"That's exactly what a kidnapper would say, Connor." She's shorter than she usually is because she's still getting her bearings when it comes to being around other people who aren't holding scalpels and don't want to run tests on her, but that's not his fault.

The blue light gets a curious look, though she shuts the door a moment later anyway, and there are sounds of rummaging in the room as she pulls her gloves back on and does a quick search for anything she can tuck into one of them to be used as a weapon if needed. Unfortunately, her options are a remote control or a pen.

Rogue picks the pen.

She opens the door again, stepping out of her room. There's no way she's inviting him in, but she doesn't sleep much either, though probably for a very different reason. And maybe there's a coffee shop or something that wants to get rid of stale coffee before lack of power causes it to go cold. "Want to go for a walk?"
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Rune Saint John | The Tarot Sequence (will match style!)

[personal profile] sawel 2025-05-16 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
ARRIVAL
The pain is unreal. Rune loses track of what is happening. Shouts, orders, the sound of chairs being flung out of the way. He sees Addam appear and go for Anna, his hands already simmering with Healing spells. He hears Brand's panicked voice, "Hold on, he's coming for you next, oh fuck Rune, oh fuck." He tries to turn to look at his shoulder but his body screams in protest, the flesh feeling like it's being fried from the bone. No, it is, he can smell it.

"It's rainfire!" Corinne's voice now, as she grabs him, kicking the back of his knees and throwing him to the ground. "It sinks with gravity-- turn him around, turn him around, before it burrows to his heart!"

He feels himself being manhandled facedown, Brand's strong and capable hands fastened tight on his uninjured shoulder. Catches the sight of orange droplets, falling to the stone below.

His eyes close --

-- and open, to find himself face-to-face with an unfamiliar mask.

Panic spills to the forefront of Rune’s thoughts, before he realizes he does not recognize this face. This mask. (Why are there always masks?) Searing pain through the arm strapped to his chest brings him back into the here and now, and a doctor hovers into view, who fusses over what appears to be a burn on his arm before offering him a further dose of painkillers and, after a moment’s hesitation, the bottle. Rune doesn’t bother arguing — he has no idea what spells he has stored in his sigils, or whether… No, a quick pat-down tells him no one’s taken anything, which is at least something of a relief.

After a few more rounds, the doctor is satisfied enough with Rune’s status to release him — and Rune is too tired and drugged to argue otherwise. He just needs to get out of here and figure out where Brand and Addam have gone, what the hell happened with that girl, and. Gods, Anna, is Anna alright?

Stumbling out the door, he has every intention of doing just that. But then he comes face to face with a man — a man apparently named Yom Crook. A man who explains that he has been found here in this place. In the diffusion zone. Something about ‘fluxdrifts’, although by this point Rune’s brain has started to check out as his mind races to make sense of what he’s hearing. That is, right up until the moment when the man tells him that the car parked beside him is for him, offering to wave his medical bill if he’ll take it on a loan.

Rune blinks at the man. At the car. He turns to glance back at the medical bay he’s just come out of, then back at Yom.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me—“


THE ROAD
Rune sets off on the road almost as soon as the keys are in his hand. He’s not about to give that Yom guy a reason to doubt his choice of giving him this car, sight unseen. Even if the SUV is a bit outdated, the sad thing is that it’s nicer than his beat-up old Saturn back home, and a little voice in the back of his head that sounds a lot like Brand tells him it’ll handle way better off-road, should things come to that.

What he doesn’t consider until about half an hour into the drive is that he’s down an arm and he’s got some serious painkillers on board and no Healing spells stored to fix this problem quickly. About the third time he blinks and finds himself a few more feet down the road than he anticipated being instead, Rune pulls the car off to the shoulder of the road and slows to a stop. Leaning forward, he rests his forehead on the steering wheel with a groan, as much because the movement pulls at his injured arm in a way that does not feel good as because he has no idea what the hell he is doing, or what he is doing here, or what he’s going to do, and he is well and truly fucked.

He’s still leaning against the steering wheel, wondering whether he should just try sleeping it off before starting the drive again, when a knock on the window nearly gives him a heart attack. Slipping off the edge of the wheel, he hits the horn, swearing as he wrenches his bad shoulder, clutching his arm in its sling as he spins to face the window, heart racing…


PANORAMA
Rune has finally made his way to the city, and finally found himself a place to stay. He’s managed to rustle himself up something for dinner that appears edible, and the hotel bed doesn’t seem like it’s about to give him any immediate diseases. With the TV on some random show and down to a low hum, it’s almost cozy? As he gingerly settles down with his takeaway carton in his lap — the motion still awkward given the fact that he is down one arm — he takes stock of the situation. Maybe, with a little food in his system and a little more sleep, he can spend some time recharging his sigils. He really needs to stock up on at least a few Healing spells, all things considered. It’s going to be hard here without a Sanctum, but maybe if he can just maintain his meditation for long enough…

He raises his fork to his mouth, trying to convince himself that this isn’t so bad. He’s been through worse, right? Technically, he’s been through a lot worse. He certainly didn’t have a sanctum of his own back then. He definitely didn’t have sigils of his own until he foraged them from the wreckage of the life he had known. This isn’t so bad, this is—

The room around him is plunged in darkness, the television going dead, as if Fate has heard his thoughts and chosen to laugh in his face.

“Motherfucker,” Rune murmurs under his breath, before whispering a cantrip, a soft golden ball of light appearing above his head. Counting to ten, Rune’s hopes and dreams that the electricity might return sooner rather than later are dashed, and he lets out a soft sigh of resignation. He’s just about to continue about his business when he hears what decidedly sounds like a scream, not far beyond the closed door of his room.

Because of course. Setting his takeout to the side for now, Rune heads to the door and pokes his head out into the hallway, sending his light cantrip to hover just beyond the open door.

“Hello? Is everyone alright?”
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[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-16 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Horses are perfectly fine, [ Strange hmmphs. Logically, he knows this is a dumb fight to pick. Emotionally, his new roommate can be very irritating and Strange can die on the stupidest hills if he so chooses. ]

I had a horse back home—she was a lovely mare called Egyptian. She served me damn well in the peninsula, though she always remained skittish around cannon fire. Though frankly, if there is an animal that is not skittish around cannon fire, I'd love to see that.

And my point remains: horses are certainly better than automobiles.

[ what the fuck is a Subaru anyway ]
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[personal profile] flyoctofly 2025-05-16 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Eight hums in understanding. If he's able to climb towards the window, he might actually be OK? Eight backs up slightly to give him some space but staying close just in case he needs a hand.

"...They should have included driving lessons with these."

Or someone should have stepped up and offered to teach people who don't know. Uh, someone who actually knows how to drive which leaves Eight out, but still.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-16 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Your horse sounds perfectly fine. I've had my fair share of good horses as well. But I have also been alive for three hundred years and have seen more than my fair share of horses bolt and cause serious injury-to-death for no more than seeing some small movement out of the corner of their eye, or otherwise a deer or other animal startled them. I'll give you the being startled by cannon fire.

[Everyone is, that's normal.]

--They're certainly different. Horses don't require me to sit and think through every step of operation.

[he doesn't know and doesn't care to learn]
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panorama, power outage

[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-16 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ It is indeed Strange's room. And he is there alone. Jonathan Strange, a man closer to forty than thirty, with more gray in his hair than he'd like to admit, sits near the window with the confidence of a straight white man who hasn't had anything bad happen to him. Him? Not alone? Ridiculous, it would be just as nonsensical to room with a stranger!

Considering that his clothing is Regency England, Pride and Prejudice style, it's also apparent that he simply might not be aware of the dangers surrounding him.
]

You needn't worry. I managed to acquit myself quite well in the Peninsula, [ he says with the confidence that Marc knows what the fuck the Peninsula means. That English accent and devil-may-care attitude in his tone of voice mark him even more as "not from here." ] Besides, what do they plan on doing, robbing me? Any potential brigands shall be disappointed—I have nothing on hand.
Edited 2025-05-16 01:24 (UTC)
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-16 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ It was agony for the first day or so. Charles barely managed to drag himself into a room no one was occupying and collapsed there as the voices overcame him. He's doing better today, enough to be able to leave, and attempt to exist. But he hears Logan's voice among all the others, a familiar sound that he tries to follow, but he loses him. Now Charles can go looking for him though, and while he isn't able to grab onto Logan's mind enough to guide him, the combination of him looking and Logan seeking seems to have coalesced into success.

There is no Hank to help him so he is getting used to being in the chair again after years without it, and potholes are unfortunately all over this bloody city. He isn't going far enough to need the effort of the van, so he planned on fighting with the pothole until he senses Logan behind him. He doesn't have to go looking anymore, that familiar energy has met his, and it's a rush of relief.

Charles doesn't look well. He looks closer to the Charles he met in the start, when he was drunk and a mess, than when he saw him last. It's the voices and the lack of sleep, he's struggling. He hasn't withdrawn into himself again, it's just a lot. He rubs at his red eyes, sighing. ]


Yes, Logan, thank you.

[ He can release the wheels he was fighting with and relax for a moment instead. Most of the time Charles does like to be in charge in the chair, but this is not one of those days. ]

I assume this was not in the plan? Because I didn't expect to convince Raven to stop only to end up in another universe.
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power outage

[personal profile] satanicpanics 2025-05-16 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eddie is already high strung enough as it is. With the hotel plunged into darkness and his eyesight only that of your average human, his anxiety only spikes higher. And Fern is so quiet, and it’s so dark that of course Eddie is taken by surprise.

In fact, he may shriek just a little too loud and a little too high-pitched, possibly right in her ear. Sorry, Fern.
]

Jesus Christ—! Jesus H. Christ—

[ He doubles over and clutches his chest, trying to calm the pounding of his heart before it beats its way right through his ribcage. Needless to say, he’s a little on edge. ]

Oh my god. What? No! Shitty wiring's probably faulty.
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scrapyard

[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-16 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jinx might not have her braids, but she still has her blue hair. And that means that Jonathan Strange, a man who is from the 1810s and therefore has never seen blue hair in his life, is just blatantly staring at her. That can't be natural. Paint, perhaps? But wouldn't it have washed out by now? Or dye? They dye fabric, certainly there must be a type to dye hair. But why would one dye their hair that—ohhh wait, she's speaking to him.

Strange adjusts his gaze, having a 'I totally wasn't staring at you' sort of expression on his face, which absolutely does not work as he was straight up staring at Jinx. As she gestures to his car, Strange turns to look at it as well. It's a small, Japanese style kei truck, which looks like it would be absolutely cartoonish for someone with Strange's tall, lanky frame to drive. At her statement, he can't help but shrug before admitting,
]

Honestly, I've no idea if this is good or not. I've never seen one of these things before.

[ Considering the fact that he looks like he stepped out of a period drama (English accent, 1810s attire, slightly confused bearing around a scrapyard), it's very likely that by 'never seen one of these things,' Strange means 'never seen a car.' ]
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[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-16 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Strange also doesn't know what a car is and doesn't care to learn. He is going to absolutely fuck up the gear shift on this thing and he is perfectly fine with that. ]

You say things like that, but how can one man be alive for more than three hundred years? You certainly weren't spirited away to a fairy realm—I would be able to tell. That sort of thing always leaves behind a...residue, I suppose? Though nothing as harsh as that sounds.
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[personal profile] flyoctofly 2025-05-16 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Eight sees the once over, knows when he's being evaluated for something he's not going to be let in on. He doesn't mind. If passing Viktor's muster is what needs to happen to get answers, so be it.]

Hmm...maybe. [Doubt already creeps into Eight's expression. Maybe it was just false hope after all.]

The Memverse is a virtual reality world designed to restore memories. My friend Marina created it to help me and my people recover from...an incident. [WAY too much to get into right now.] She was going to upload my consciousness as the first test subject but I blacked out and...now I'm here.

I don't think she would have made this. She called it a world of order, but it's nothing like what she told me and I don't feel...um, uploaded? But I saw you and...you reminded me of her.

[He sighs, rubbing the back of his head and letting his short tentacles tangle in between his fingers for a moment.] I think...I just got my hopes up.
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