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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.
pse: (pic#17701314)

[personal profile] pse 2025-05-23 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ She hadn't been really heading anywhere, in truth. Wandering, or getting the lay of the land, keeps her mind off of the abrupt, gnawing absence of her team. She just came from an attempt to find work that went absolutely nowhere due to her muteness, but that's neither here or nor there.

A little wave of her hand—the reasonably universal signal for no or nothing or never mind—and then she gestures to herself, mimes two legs walking with two fingers, and then points to him.

She's trying to suggest she'll escort him where he's going, just in case someone else tries to start something with the guy in the wheelchair. How well that gets across is somewhat up to him; it might look like a bafflingly insensitive reference to the state of him.

Just in case, she'll follow up by indicating behind her again. ]
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[personal profile] pse 2025-05-23 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Thumbs up in agreement.

Hopefully she doesn't regret it, like any time Hughie seizes control of the car music and it's just an endless stream of Billy Joel and, occasionally, The Carpenters.

She climbs into the driver's seat without any further fanfare, shutting the door behind her. The keys are already in the ignition; she puts the vehicle into park before turning it over, politely waiting for Miguel to take his position as sacred map guy and passenger extraordinaire. Her window is rolled down a few inches.

What kind of car has he been given, by the way? Older than museums suggests a variety of sin, each more hilarious than the last. ]
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-23 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Logan puts the spark plug back down. Mostly 'cause he can't afford it right now and he's too damn tired to negotiate yet another thing onto his growing tab. ]

Hasn't been anyone's day.

[ He gets it. Let's just say he didn't wake up calm, either, but in his defence, nobody got stabbed and the only thing hurt was the robot. Which got back up after he kicked it. He's pretty sure it's fine. Whatever. They haven't chased him down for assaulting a machine so he figures he's off the hook.

He looks down at the man's new ride. Without asking, he pops the hood. Not bad. He's seen them hand out worse.

He closes the hood again. ]
They tell you the way into town?
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eric | the crow (comics)

[personal profile] fearisfortheenemy 2025-05-23 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
🐦‍⬛ starts for Eric below after I get a little more work done; all will be ota and wildcard friendly. 🐦‍⬛
feel free to check out his EMP; check out his opt-outs; hmu at [plurk.com profile] wingedvoices with ideas/questions!
Edited 2025-05-23 08:59 (UTC)
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sliding marvel timeline 🙃

[personal profile] vestments 2025-05-23 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
( oh, they're circling back round to that topic. whilst it's not worse than the one they'd ended up on, marc can't say he's especially thrilled, and he does somewhat regret coming out with the remark, especially with the way she forms fists at her side, uncertain in much the same way he'd been moments before.

he finds he minds the fists less than the way his own hand had hovered at his nose. more familiar. )


Similar. ( he relents, half-clarifying, half-correcting — it's not what he'd said, but it's what he'd meant. ) He was from Czechoslovakia.

( even if he still thinks the familiarity of her name is strange, he doesn't, shouldn't assume they're from the same earth, that they're from the same time, or that events even occurred in the same way. it's one reason — not the only one, and certainly not the largest — that explains why he doesn't say why elias left for the states, and allows him to neatly sidestep the fact that talking about his father isn't something that comes easily outside of barebones, nuggets of information that don't really say anything about him. ) He left in the late sixties.

( the reason why of 'czechoslovakia' and not 'the czech republic' — he'd left long before the velvet divorce; it'd been the prague spring, dubček's arrest and the process of so-called normalisation. elias had never spoken about any of it, not to marc, not directly, not beyond chastising the way that marc chose to respond to anti-semitism with violence, the way that he implored him to be the better person.

marc had always hated it. had always seen it as weakness, right until he hadn't. they'd never reconciled, never spoken in the 18 years between estrangement and elias's passing, and marc's opinion of his father has shifted drastically, from singular blame of their issues to placing elias on a pedestal as the kindest, gentlest, best man marc's ever known.

his gaze slides away from her, to the shelf closest the wall she's leant against, and he pauses. instant coffee, some kind of crap he recognises — vaguely, distantly — from some awful, stuck-in-the-90s hellhole he'd ended up in during his twenties, but it'll do in a pinch. all goes down the same way.

his fingers curl round a glass jar, and he holds it as if weighing it, but it's not about the coffee, it's— )
He didn't talk about it. ( the "either" goes unsaid. )
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[personal profile] shabby_magic 2025-05-23 11:26 am (UTC)(link)
"I try to avoid Doctor Fate if I can," John says with annoyance. "Sanctimonious prick. Doctor Strange his brother or something?"

The more reasonable answer is that Foggy comes from another universe. The power that brought them here is interdimensional. It took John all of about ten minutes to figure that out. He's still debating the purpose of bringing them here. So far it doesn't seem to be eating their souls which is the only good sign he's willing to take.

"I'm an exorcist and dabbler in the dark arts," he explains as he follows the point of the pendulum out of the store and onto the street. He doesn't stop to pay for the twine or the weight he used. John has no intention of doing anything but following the spell.

He expects his new client will have some words about that.

"Private investigator into everything supernatural and occasional matchmaker when the money's good." He shrugs.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-23 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
Hm.

[That sounds fake, actually.]

Odd that the established rules of magic in your world could be changed that easily.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-23 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think it's good for anyone.

[Alucard doesn't trust it, at any rate.

But that's neither here nor there. Anne beats the dhampir to latching the hood, and there's no surprise that they've moved into the next portion of this.]


Then I'll leave you to determining how the machine works. As I'm also unfamiliar, I am afraid I'd be no help and doubtlessly annoy you.
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[personal profile] shabby_magic 2025-05-23 11:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Numbers are symbols," he mutters under his breath but now is not the time to debate these things.

It does help. John quickly scans the room for anything he can use and floating on the water is a pen. It's not as good as an inkwell but it will do. He splashes his way over to it and snatches it up.

He holds it in both hands, takes a second to figure out which direction is north before turning that way. John speaks the spell and then snaps the pen. The ink drips slowly out into the water and begins to spread like tentacles reaching for each thing that might have symbols.

There are a lot of tendrils but it's less than checking every last piece of paper himself. John starts searching. The water is up to his chest and he's about to start treading water when he finds something that has six symbols in the margin.

He swims back to the window and slams the binder against the glass so his helper can see the symbols. "Try these!"
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[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-23 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's really not sure he would be any help to jack anyway. having to hone one's skills, and being able to surpass one's limitations, is s human ability. his powers are as natural to him as breathing. he's never had to practice a day in his life.

but what jack goes on to say halts his line of thought. ]


What kind of promise did I make?
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[personal profile] delaurentiis 2025-05-23 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nandor fixes a skeptical look on Jack, which melts easily into a shy, flattered smile and a confused laugh.]

That is very kind, thank you. [Nandor leans in a little as he says it, to be flirty. He recoils, Jack is radiating heat. He is extremely unpleasant to be close to.]

Perhaps we could be normal, human co-workers together. We could hang out in the breakroom together and "Shoot the Shit" or something.
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[personal profile] delaurentiis 2025-05-23 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nandor furrows his brows, because he still doesn't get it at all. But, he feigns a sound of realisation and an understanding expression. Unfortunately, it is extremely over-acted and becomes unconvincing.

He recoils dramatically at her accusation, pulling his arm back toward him protectively.]


You have no proof. [He hisses, pointing his finger aggressively at his face. At this point, a rubber ducky flops out of his sleeve and bounces off the floor. Every single sound it makes as it slides away is audible.]

Someone must have put it there.

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[personal profile] catharses 2025-05-23 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The words, given that they're just words without any other action, seem to have no effect on the man. Just as surprisingly as being discovered, this threat - or the vaguest, most implied version of one anyway - doesn't seem to dissuade the same man from advancing. Sunday just sighs heavily (and dramatically) before closing his eyes for a second. ]

How very kind of you to offer to put everything right back where you've taken it from, [ he says while opening his eyes, the ripple from before becoming an outright wave of the Harmony surrounding them to transform those words from a suggestion to ones imbued with power behind them. ] And for you to do the same, of course.

[ Because while the first man stands looking confused, free hand pressed to his forehead before he nods like this was what he was going to do all along, the other man emerges with a snarl of an expression which seems to freeze on his face as the waves reach him, too. They both step back but have yet to cooperate fully. And so - ]

Your help is most appreciated, of course.

[ One more verbal nudge for good measure. ]
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[personal profile] delaurentiis 2025-05-23 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
There are plenty of assholes in a graveyard. All sorts of losers hang around them. [Nandor says it haughtily, flicking his eyes over his new friends and glancing to the side.]

Perhaps you would be in fine company. [Absolutely uncalled for, but he pretends he didn't say it.]

Will you take a position, then?
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[personal profile] catharses 2025-05-23 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
You are not the first I've heard from who is unfamiliar with it, though I hope some form of travel will reach your home someday.

[ The IPC is ever expanding, after all, even if that was once to his former chagrin. But what happens to Penacony is no longer his concern from an administrative standpoint given he ended that rather... finally, and perhaps other worlds would feel differently about the opportunity.

Something neither here nor there since as she stands with the suggestion to get a better view of the stars, he nods and then gestures with a hand back in the direction the stairs he'd descended. ]


I believe there is a passage to the roof at the end of the upper hallway, if the signs are to be believed. Based on the buildings around us not being terribly tall, it seems there should be an unimpeded view of the sky.

[ One more gesture with the intent for her to go first and Sunday will follow as they head up the stairs unless she insists he leads the way. And in the spirit of this venture, and because she's shared a bit herself, it's only fair he does the same. ]

When we were younger and when she couldn't sleep, my sister used to plead for us to go outside to look at the stars if she wasn't already pulling me towards them. Even as I got older and she left on her own journey, I still found it a comfort.
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[personal profile] delaurentiis 2025-05-23 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Really, Laszlo. There's no reason to be rude. [Nandor chides him, looking haughtily down his nose at him.]

To be honest, before I saw you here I thought I had gone into a super slumber and I was having a very long dream. [He studies Laszlo a moment, ideas dawning on him.]

Now I am thinking it could be a nice, little wet dream for me.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-23 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
( to be fair, it was an accident. to be fair, the only reason she's really upset is about the accidental kiss, less so for getting her nose smashed by the door. as he explains after his second apology (a good choice), wanda grabs at his extended hand to get up. she is fully aware that her hand is wet with her own blood and it's dirtying his hand, but worse things have happened to them in the span of minutes they've met in.

she will acquiesce to this much— )


It was an accident.

( it really was. )

My bad for interrupting your adventure. ( she pauses, regarding him for a moment, then looks down at C4T that follows to spin between their feet. ) Why is it following you?
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[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-23 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ connor looks at castiel, and then castiel looks down at himself. ]

They're not even my underwear.

[ he pulls back the waistband of his slacks to inspect jimmy's boxer shorts. ]

If he wants them, he can have them.
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[personal profile] delaurentiis 2025-05-23 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
yes!!

i can fix!


[Nandor says, blissfully unaware that this is the first sentence he's spelled correctly so far. He does very much like a challenge, though he seems utterly perplexed by the instructions.]

wat is a keypad
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[personal profile] catharses 2025-05-23 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He will not! Be okay at least for a bit when figuring out money is on an entirely different level than he has before, at least, but he's figured out the important part of treating oneself. Words to live by in getting over the varying shocks about being somewhere entirely unknown. ]

She does, yes. [ His own voice softens despite his often austere bearing as it is impossible for it to not when thinking of Robin. Though there had been a time in which he'd feared he could only use past tense in such a confirmation, their parting words had clarified much. ] Though she kept an incredibly busy schedule after leaving home, she made time for it all the same. I have her to thank for my deciding it was my turn to leave.

[ Which doesn't explain much as it is, other than that he'd ended up here while intending to be somewhere else though he's learned that's true for many of those he's met since arriving. Either way, a few more steps and they're in the aisle he'd referenced with all sorts of options in packaging meant to catch one's eye, and he considers for a second before turning to his new companion. ]

An important question I should ask first to help us choose what's next. What sorts of flavors do you enjoy?
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[personal profile] catharses 2025-05-23 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's the smallest huff at that, something which might signify amusement but can barely qualify as laughter or even a singular laugh though Sunday does not follow it up with anything further denoting how much that statement had entertained him. For a multitude of reasons, but mainly the idea that he might have to prove himself when that's not something he's done before by virtue of being recognized before needing to say anything. A novelty - and one he'll have to remember now in this new journey forward as he'd willingly let go of that in favor of the unknown. ]

I suppose we will both have to trust each other as so often working together demands.

[ He means it as a statement of truth without anything implied behind it even as the words themselves may seem rather sharper than intended. Sunday means that, though; if someone who is admittedly a stranger is choosing to trust him, then he will do the same in return as they investigate. Working together with someone else is an unfortunately new concept to him after spending so many years on his own; it is a welcome one, however, to not head into the unknown by himself.

A sentiment which becomes truer still when the noises increase but also start to have a mildly alarming variety. The laughter in particular gets Sunday to pause in his steps, feeling not quite a chill but could be the suggestion of one at the sound. ]


If the scream hadn't already suggested something sinister, I do believe that would do it. [ Half another observation, half muttered to himself as he reaches for any resonance. There is none he can find and the absence of it is as unnerving as anything else. That's before the next wave of that laughter is right next to them though when he whirls, there's nothing but empty air and nothing to be seen. ] And if not for everyone else who'd reacted, I would almost say reality is bending around the two of us.

[ Not a possibility he can entirely eliminate either, though. ]
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two of them!!

[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-23 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They're watching the motorcycle pull over near the truck, the small sparks of magic around the rider causing Jayce to reflexively tense up - frozen in that second the bike falls over.

The pained cry jolts him out of it, and he starts closing the short distance between them. ]


Hey, hold on - !

[ If she takes in the details she'll notice the brace on the man's left leg that creaks as he kneels down, and strange, brightly hued scarring on the inside of his left wrist when his arms reach out from beneath his cloak. On his own Jayce could lift the weight of the motorcycle off of her leg, and he starts to - but here's a much larger, much stronger person here too... ]
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[personal profile] catharses 2025-05-23 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The name he considers briefly, then shakes his head. ]

If it is a place in the star system I called home, I have not heard of it before though my travels were rather limited by time and responsibilities until recently. Other star systems are far more unknown to me.

[ If Robin were here, perhaps she would know. Her tours often lead her to places he had not heard of and needed to look up on maps once her letters arrived if they were concerts he was not able to attend in his limited schedule. A regret borne of hindsight; he wishes now he'd made more time for her instead of pursuing something which would only doom them both to further separation.

A thought Sunday sets aside as quickly as it surfaces. Better to focus on a better topic, which is the phones. ]


Much like the cars the phones I'm used to have rather more features though these seem passable enough. They'll allow us to communicate at the very least which is what's most important. Did someone at least show you the basics of how to use it?
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[personal profile] catharses 2025-05-23 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"It should be, shouldn't it," is what Sunday murmurs in response as a polite acknowledgement to the Harmony's ideals. That much he means: it should be, and that he witnessed the Harmony's failures - just as much as his own in the hopes of something better before he'd realized Order did not align with his heart either - still causes a dull ache of want for something better for the world. A problem he cannot solve himself and shouldn't take on himself if he remembers the words of warning given to him before his departure. Those words have never felt more apt than arriving here where a few days' time taught him much about the struggles of those here.

It's enough to make him want to sigh though before Sunday can inhale or exhale, what's said next brings him to an absolute pause. He'd turned his gaze to their surroundings to briefly check that the lack of any resonances around them aside from muted ones truly meant no other threats, but now he brings it back to stare at Jack. He's careful to keep his face expressionless though this startles him even more - something in common even with a different application.

"I..." he starts, then pauses again. As Jack hurried to correct his own words with that reassurance, perhaps Sunday should consider the same. He considers it, then continues anyway. "I am not unfamiliar with the world itself being something that can be manipulated as I nearly did the same when I was also not... thinking reasonably. The means to do so on such a scale are far out of my reach now, and it was one I regret using even if I tended to do what I thought was only good with it. I also don't wish to repeat it, and I am glad there were others to sever that Path for me when I couldn't do it myself."

Things which apply more to him than Jack from the sound of it but if he'd already softened incrementally towards the other after approaching to scatter those threatening him, now Sunday softens again a bit further. "I have not met someone else before who could do the same, but I too am unsure about how others might feel about such abilities."
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[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-05-23 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alphinaud gratefully accepts her hand, using the momentum to lift himself back to his feet and give himself a proper dust-off in doing so. At least he's still in one piece; he can't imagine how upset Alisaie would be with him had he wound up flat as a slice of Archon loaf.

He shakes his head. ]


Ah — I'm still getting used to the ebbs and flows of traffic, I'm afraid.

[ He gestures to the lights, seen among signs and other lights by way of demonstration. ]

The rules are quite different to the ones I'm used to back home. There aren't so many blinking lights for one.