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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] foretells 2025-05-23 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Maybe she doesn't need to hear the cane ever again, because every time there is silence between them, she could swear her heart is thumping to that same, terrible echo. And so it comes as a kind of shock, to hear him agree with her. It shows in her eyes: steel softens slowly and in increments as she watches him closely.

Well. She's prevented her own death for the moment. ...Now what does she do?

With care, she deliberately straightens, no longer just on the verge of springing into a real fighting stance. It might be a mistake to let her guard down but she wants to show she's willing to honor the reprieve. At least until they have a better idea of what's going on here. ]


You're...Renoir, right?

[ It's not like he's ever outright introduced himself, after all. It didn't really matter at the time, anyway. And honestly, the question is rhetorical - he doesn't even have to answer it. ]

I'm supposing you didn't see any flags out there, either. From those who might've come before. [ Because, so far, she hasn't run into anyone else. She might regret the offer for the moment, but if it'll give her some time to try to figure him out until she finds anyone else-- ] If you're walking, we can walk together. Try to figure things out.

[ If he can, you know, not try to slice her open with the cane. ]
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-23 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[[The Northern Base wasn't much different. If people didn't make the cut for the specialized fields, all that was left was mercenary work and the black markets. All things he was Very Bad At, as a noodle.

An Zhe had stumbled into all his previous jobs entirely by luck, and he wondered if that luck would continue all the way here. If they had to be here.]]

Mmm, probably. It seems like people appearing isn't uncommon. [[He frowned a bit.]] Unfortunately.
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-23 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Let's have a look.

( this guy seems a little more open for assistance now, so gustave thinks for a moment before looking into his backpack for one of the healing tints that he knows is there—a glass vial with red liquid sloshing inside. he hurries back to the man, and decides to open up one of the car doors and lead him to sit.

it'd definitely be more comfortable than sitting on the ground. )


I'm Gustave, by the way. ( gently, he eases rune on the backseat of his new car— and opens up the vial. ) It doesn't taste too bad, I promise.
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-23 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
( He's been coming here regularly for a couple weeks now. The coffee maker in his motel room's a barely functional piece of junk that leaves behind an unpleasant burning smell the stuff it produces tastes like ass no matter how he tweaks the ratios. As a fairly stereotypical manly man of the American Men variety, a daily cup of black coffee is necessary and instrumental to his overall wellbeing.

He's seen this place go through ebbs and flows of low customers and peak volume, seen the last server throw a fork at a customer's head, and wasn't altogether surprised to learn somebody new would be replacing them.

What he is surprised by is the face on the other end of the order pad. He's halfway through rattling out:
)

Yes ma'am, can I get a cup of coffee please-

( Only to double-take, falter, and stop and squint at her. )

Wait, do I know you from somewhere?

( Is it remotely possible to live in New York for any length of time and not get blasted in the face with images of the Avengers? Give him a second, he'll make the connection. They're only on the news like every other god damn week. )
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-23 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Adrian Silverleaf. [ He supplies cheerfully. He's entirely certain that his name isn't what the man was reaching to call him. In his experience, the sort of people who have real intention to cause harm have usually begun doing it by now, and despite his angry gestures the man is being remarkably patient with his teasing. Reminds him of someone, really. ]

Huh — [ He's already "marching" before he can think twice about it. Like a drill sergeant, this one... ] Why? Where are we going? I'm meant to stand outside...

[ He's not exactly protesting all that hard. He doesn't want to be outside. ] Is it too late to apologize for my cabbage-related misdeeds?
Edited 2025-05-23 19:07 (UTC)
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-23 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Charles has been in Logan's mind, he knows a great deal about him now, and he knows he's telling the truth. From his point of view, at least. It's more difficult for Charles himself to establish in his mind that he's not far from the man that seemed almost a legend in the way he was perceived. It's a responsibility that Charles takes seriously, that he truthfully wants and yearns for, the certainty of purpose he saw there in his future self. Because he is not feeling much certainty now.

The success with Raven helped, and the idea of reimagining the school and trying again is an exciting prospect, or at least it was, before coming here. Now he can't see any particular road. All he has are the voices. He looks a little strung out as he massages his temples, sighing. ]


Believing in you is not a question. If you could see your own mind, you'd know how easy it is to.

[ He knows that Logan may not understand that about himself. His mind is complex, yes, and he's gone through many struggles and ups and downs, but Charles can see the brightest spots in it. A man burdened by time and cruelty done to him, yet capable of an outrageous amount of kindness. He can see the best in people because they truly do have it right there in the open. For him. He thinks if everyone understood the beauty that they were made of, things would be better for them. And perhaps that's what he's always tried to do for his students. Let them see what pieces they can. ]

It's myself I'm not too crazy about at the moment, but I am working on it. This place is not helping the situation.

[ He feels helpless and lost. It doesn't instill the confidence back into him that he was growing. Once upon a time Charles Xavier was effortlessly confident in himself and his point of view, unshakeably so. Right then he's barely feeling the edges of it. He could probably stand to give some of his kindness to himself, but the situation at hand is a set-back. Sometimes time is all it requires. ]

Tell me more about the X-Men. We were in a bit of a hurry before.
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[personal profile] mouton 2025-05-23 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he definitely thinks he's missed something with her replay, staring down at his knee to recall the moment with the brief incident occurred, wondering if it had banged that loudly against the metal or if he'd somehow made a noise at the collision that he doesn't remember making.

but it becomes such a secondary thought compared to the rest of the present distractions, namely her, standing there in front of him with so much to draw his eyes now that he can see everything that had been so hidden in the darkness before, like when he lifts his eyes to hers again and catches the curious color at her neck.

he doesn't let his gaze linger, nor does he ask, but the sight remains put to memory. instead, he gives a gentle smile to her offer. ]


I wouldn't want to inconvenience you, Wanda, and I promise you, I'm more than alright — [ with a parted mouth, he pauses briefly, before his bottom lip curves inward, giving a gentle drag of his teeth as he considers her words from before (i'm not helpless) and his own insistence on aiding her. ] But I'd appreciate that, thank you.
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you got the silver

[personal profile] haram 2025-05-23 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Before we begin in earnest, let's make one thing clear right from the start: what is about to happen is no mere coincidence.

That he and Louis have both come to find themselves suddenly stranded here in this grimy and desperate Mad Max-ian landscape, yes — that much is beyond even Armand's strategic and far-reaching compulsions for control — but this part of town, this building, not at all; Armand has followed him here. And why?

Well, not even he quite knows the answer to that question yet, but where else was he going to go?

The idea, of course, is not to actually be noticed, at least not now or yet, but even before Armand has already found himself moving, by pure reflex, to catch the box which Louis's just dropped before it's swept away completely down a dark and endless elevator shaft— somehow Louis just knows, somehow he's managed to sense Armand's presence there lurking amongst so many oily, merging shadows.

He takes a step back, water telegraphing the motions with brisk, indiscreet splashes as if he were a cat with a bell affixed to its collar, and then bares his teeth to the darkness; not a threat, but just plain frustration. Why should he ever want to threaten Louis?

Warning, Quarantine in progress. Release code required for exit.
]

Don't start.

[ Armand snaps preemptively, one arm raised in a challenging point as he stalks out of the darkness and petulantly shoves the box ("oh my God, thank you so much, Armand!" said no one, ever, especially not Louis de Pointe du Lac) upon one of the room's many laden file cabinets — safe enough for now — before then bee-lining to one of the computer consoles and aggressively starting to type; to randomly push buttons; to rifle through sheafs upon endless sheafs of soggy envelopes, loose post-it notes, and torn, partially used legal pads (covered in the illegible ballpoint graffiti of what appears to be several different hands), with increasing impatience. Damn it all, what release code?

Unsurprisingly, he doesn't just happen to get lucky with guessing at the system's password. The screen bounces and locks him out with a series of buzzer-like error noises each about as loud as foghorns.
]

And you're welcome, by the way—

[ He turns back to acknowledge Louis again, slapping the computer with an open palm as he does hard enough that it almost barrels off the table. ]

I just hope your little box of medicaments was worth it, getting us trapped in here.

[ Though, of course, he doesn't yet assume for even a moment that they could in fact actually be properly trapped there; if the door won't unlock then they can surely just smash a window, even knock the bloody walls down for all Armand cares, but obviously there isn't any real cause for concern ... It's fine, and they're fine. Everything's fine. ]
Edited (what if i actually put the prompt in the subject line lol ) 2025-05-23 20:50 (UTC)
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[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-23 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[His hand remains curled around the handle of his cane, though when she relaxes his fingers loosen their grasp. His voice descends to a gentle tone but conversely loses none of its edge.

There is only one important question in this conversation. Come the end of it all, would he ally himself with another expedition to return home and defend his family? The answer would always be a resounding yes. But getting there is complicated.

He raises a brow. There is no response to her fathoming his name. It is a fact he processes and puts aside.]


Walking? That's your plan?

[It is more observation. Quiet solitude is why he was outside, after all. Time to think, time to reflect. One thing they have in common.]

I suppose we have time if nothing else.

[Would he ally himself with another expedition to observe and sabotage them? That's also a yes.]
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-23 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Another wrinkle joins the others on Logan's forehead. He's not a bad liar, exactly, but he's not a good one, either, mostly 'cause he never bothers. If he's got something to say, he'll say it. He's rarely the guy holding all the cards, anyhow. It's usually everybody else who knows more than he does. Recognizing him when he can't place their faces. Knowing the places he's been when he barely knows himself.

This is different. Complicated.

He snorts, finally turning his full attention back to his book. Yeah, he caught that smile, and he doesn't know how it makes him feel, coming from Scott. Now, here, of all places, of all times. Easier to ignore it. ]


Wouldn't count on it. [ He stuffs the rest of the bread slice into his mouth. ] And don't count on moving in, either, you hear? The second those lights come back on, I'm putting your ass outside.

[ Could've at least brought a couple of beers. Just sayin'. But maybe it also says something that Logan's made no effort to get Scott to leave. ]
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-23 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Logan tips his head. Why not. He follows her through the store. This city's got that uncanny feeling to it, how it's familiar until it's not. Like looking through a mirror to realize something's a little off. It's crowded, that's for sure. Apparently, everybody's decided to shop here today, which he figures must be 'cause this is the most stocked up of anywhere.

Which, yeah, he's not great in tight spaces. He sidesteps a little old grandma only to bump into a display of mismatched canned soup, sending a lone chicken noodle soup bouncing down the aisle. Damn it. Give him a sec to chase this thing down... ]


How about you, what've you been doing?

[ Other than collecting dumplings to snack on. ]
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-23 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Adrian makes a face, but he doesn't complain. At this point, a bit of rough handling isn't exactly going to make things worse. The examination he conducts is quick and relatively ordinary, checking for any obvious injuries that might need tending, rolling up his sleeves to check... ah, there. Bruising from a needle. Likely self-inflicted. ]

Have a seat, would you? I'll be just a moment. [ There's only one chair in the room, so the man might as well take it. He nods at the question. ] I specialize in battlefield medicine and the care of those who have returned from those conditions... though I'll admit, I'm quite thoroughly outclassed by the mechanical contraptions they have here.

[ They aren't entirely self-reliant, so far as he's seen, and Adrian is fairly certain he can find work in his field... Still, it's been a lot to take in, and he can't help but imagine the breadth of knowledge he's currently lacking.

He reaches for the patient and rolls him onto his side, bracing against the bed frame in a well-practiced maneuver. Rolling him isn't quite as difficult as carrying him, but only just. ]


I suppose I still have my looks to fall back on. Or my penmanship perhaps. [ Said dryly. He doesn't think either of these are impressive.

He holds a hand to the patient's heart, and another to his back to keep him steady. Golden light pools beneath his palm. ]
What of yourself? You're quite strong, but your hands don't bear the scars of a laborer... Are you a werewolf, perhaps?

[ He sounds a bit hopeful about his guess, like he's proud of himself for figuring it out. ]
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[personal profile] lessnosey 2025-05-23 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Arrival

[Man, don't even ask him about how he got here.

Well, no, ask him, because he'll tell you everything but the truth. He was in a big battle in the East Blue and was nearly felled by his foe. He had jumped in front of an arrow meant for the beautiful blonde that he'd fallen in love with. He rushed into the middle of an epic battle with the world's strongest pirate, determined to save his epic crew and prove himself a most valuable pirate. MVP. You know the saying.

All this and more — when the truth is, he'd slipped off the mast of the Merry, whacked his head on the railing, and somersaulted embarrassingly into the ocean below. But the moment he'd hit the water, he was here, nursing a split lump on the back of his head that ached pitifully. You know how the rest goes: treated for the concussion, given a motorcycle that sputtered a little more than Usopp would have liked, and nudged out into a world that he had absolutely no understanding of. The fact that there he could turn every direction on a compass and see no ocean frankly moved him to panicked tears.

Not that anyone gets to know that.

Instead he wanders and hopes to see any familiar faces. A guy can dream, right?

And heck, even if you're not someone he knows... It's no fun being alone anyway!]


II. Panorama

[It's not long on the road before he's sitting at a food stand in Panorama and regaling yet another false tale of how he'd arrived in this world. A pair of sunglasses with a slight chip in the lense sags down his nose as he works a toothpick in his mouth.]

— and as I was desperately clinging to the last remnants of my liferaft, that's when I realized what I had to do... I had to face the sea king on my own. How could I give up now, after months of surviving the Island of the Dead? No — not the Great Usopp. Not when he was so close to victory, to returning to his beloved crew! And if I was going to go out, it'd be swinging, with all the power left inside me. I climbed up on top of the sinking wooden heap and beat my chest-

[THUMP, as he knocks one of his fists into his breast with a hollow sound.]

I said: Come at me, you foul beast! The Great Captain Usopp will never surrender!

[He leans down toward one of his listeners, hand out in front of him as he charades fangs with his fingers.]

It opened its gaping maw at me, and all I could see was thousands upon thousands of sharp, vicious teeth. If I couldn't get on its back, I would no doubt be ripped to shreds and swallowed like an afterthought. With a long, shuddering breath and new willpower, I drew my weapon, and...

["Hey!" Usopp jumps immediately, looking chagrinned toward the food stand owner. "Are you gonna pay for that or not?"

Ah, yes.

He forgot this had all started with him realizing he had lost all of the change he'd collected through a hole in his pocket that he'd said he was gonna fix, like, weeks ago.

Shit.]


III. Wildcard / Starters / Etc.

[Feel free to wildcard whatever your heart desires around the Panorama area, or on the road! I'm down for just about anything, especially since Usopp will be wandering around often on his motorcycle to try and find odd jobs or any of his crewmates. He's hella nosey, so he'll intrude on any situation you put forth (unless it's scary, he's a big baby when it's scary, thanks). I'm flying by the seat of my pants, so feel free to do the same. :)

PM me if you're unsure if I'd vibe with whatever your pick is and we can hash something out.]
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-23 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Logan doesn't take the seat, though he's not ignoring it to make a point so much as he just. Doesn't wanna sit. He's more interested in looming on the other side of the bed to watch what this guy's doing. He's noticed that, too. The robot and all that, it's...not what he's used to—even with all of Hank's inventions—but also, he's never paid much attention to advancements in medical care. For obvious reasons. ]

Uh— [ Come again? Logan blinks twice. ] We don't have those.

[ There are mutants people might call werewolves or shifters or whatever it is they wanna label 'em for looking different than the humans, but they're just mutants in the end. Same as the rest. To him, the ability to repair injuries would be a mutation, too. Not one he's seen before, though. He studies it, curious. Bet the Professor would be fascinated by this one.

Bet the government would, too, he can't help thinking. ]
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[personal profile] lessnosey 2025-05-23 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Usopp had been slipping into a bit of a scavenging role lately, but that's kind of what happens when you're dropped into a weird place with no support system while immediately owing money for a concussion you'd been treated for. What kind of B.S. is that, anyway? Point is, he's been on the road and on the lookout for anything particularly useful when the storm rolls in and makes riding on a motorcycle the absolute worst situation to be in. He drifts messily to a stop in front of the building in question with the sheer hope that it could provide a little coverage from the downpour.

Trying the door doesn't do anything, so he wipes at the goggles over his eyes and moves toward the windows instead. (Totally wasn't gonnna break and enter! He just wanted to, like, see if there was anyone inside. Pirate's honor.) He notices some kinda motion instead and knocks urgently on the glass.]


Hey! Anyone in there?

I just need a little break from this weather if you've got room!
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[personal profile] vecna 2025-05-23 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's clear that Henry doesn't particularly care if he receives an apology or not in this instance, so Sunday needn't worry too much about that.]

Oh, it's fine. At this rate, I'll be surprised if anything actually fortunate happens.

[He says it in a wry, slightly sharp way, but his agitation really isn't directed at Sunday.]

I am new, yes. Pulled here by something I don't understand. A giant storm, like the one they warn about here. [Which isn't saying much, everyone could say the same. But for Henry, his last few experiences before he landed solidly in this world were baffling, painful, and disorienting. A raging storm, lightning strikes, tossed about like a ragdoll on the wind-] From what I hear, though, everyone's story is different.
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-23 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
As if I want to be roommates with you.

[ It was said far too quick after Scott fights back a snort. As if he'd willingly stay in one unit with Logan. Hell here and back home have to freeze over first before that will ever happen. His slight happiness over Logan staying more in the future should never be misinterpreted to wanting both of them under one roof again. It was bad enough in the Institute with Logan's dumb loving stares at Jean and the other mutant stealing his bike occasionally (and often returning it without gas or a dent and a scratch he has to fix.)

Just thinking about all of that almost gives Scott a headache.

Scott does note that Logan's more pliant with letting him stay this time. The Logan he knows back home would've said no right away, so that's a small blessing. Character development, Logan went through it a bit. He's not going to discount that, but he's also not going to share a room with him. He sees Logan as an ally at best.

He returns to his notebook when he speaks up again. ]


Don't worry, you don't even have to put my ass outside when that happens. I'll be gone before you know it.
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-23 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Adrian watches, intrigued. The closest comparison he can make is Alden's magic, but even that looks completely different from what he sees before him now. No gesture or incantation, no focus to be seen... He's more than a bit curious himself, though the question will have to remain for when they're finished with the buglers.

Adrian digs around in his pocket, producing a scratchy piece of fabric. Fleece, to be exact. No incantation this time, just one hand hovering above the fleece, fingers moving as if he's puppeting a tiny marionette.

A voice fills the entryway, rasping and distorted enough to disguise Adrian's own precise accent, but intelligible none the less: ]
Davey... Davey... Justice is coming for you, Davey... You thought you could kill and steal without consequence?

"What the... Tilda?"

"Shit Davey, what the fuck... I told you. I told you there was no sense killin' 'er."

"W--well what's she gonna do? Just a ghost now, ain't ya boss? You want a cut? Buzz off."


[ Boss? Adrian mouths at his companion. Hopefully there aren't more of them to come.

It seems parlor tricks won't be enough, however, as the two begin to make their way toward the stairs.

Adrian leans in, pitching his voice as quiet as possible while still carefully ensuring that he doesn't touch the other man. ]
I can scare them more directly, but it will only last a minute. Can you ensure that they're handled before the time is up?

[ Whether "handled" is ensuring that they run away or end up being knocked out, he'll leave it up to his companion. ]
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[personal profile] retrievalist 2025-05-23 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't care. [ The response is both to the kid's introduction and to his somewhat weak protest. He holds open the store doors for Adrian to walk through, and then chivvies him and his sad cabbage suit inside. ] Go.

[ It never actually occurs to him that the kid might not listen to him. Between his work and his... everything else he's pretty used to getting his own way.

The store is pretty rammed already, despite it being the middle of the day in the middle of the week. Then again, he doesn't actually know if schools or jobs or whatever exist in wherever the goddamn hell he is right now. He's pretty sure he saw a guy with cat ears and a tail earlier; he can't afford to be sure or anything right now.

Still, it seems that some things are universal. Like cabbage, for instance. He points Adrian in the direction of the produce. ]


You're a customer service representative, aren'tcha? I'm a customer. Serve me.
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-23 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's changed his mind. He doesn't want to be inside, actually. Why are there so many people in here? Don't they have other places to be? A few people snicker as he passes, or raise odd little boxes that he's come to understand are cameras.

They stop at the produce, and Adrian looks from the vegetables to the man. A red flush crawls up under his skin. ]


I beg your pardon? [ This is, in noble rich boy speak, practically a string of curses. ] Right here in the isle? This isn't that kind of shop you — you cur! If you continue to make such inappropriate requests I will be forced to escort you out.

[ He can't believe he's being propositioned while dressed as a cabbage. The nerve. ]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-23 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
( for a moment there, it looks and sounds as if he's going to turn her down on her offer, and wanda was right there, thinking whether she's done too much on imposing on sanji, a relative stranger, or if she should argue her way into having him acquiesce—when he does exactly that.

she nods, and offers no other words as she leads the way past the door of his room to her own, a few rooms down, and lets them both inside. when the light is turned on, it's clear that the place is exactly the same as sanji's, except she's gotten herself candles and curtains for her window; the place is as neat as she could keep it, the bed pressed to the corner while other fixtures and furniture gravitated closer to the kitchenette.

wanda tosses her keys onto the small table, toeing off her shoes against the wall, places her bag and jacket on one of the two chairs. without her jacket, it's clear, too, that she has bandaged wrists to go along with the mark around her neck. )


Sit anywhere you like.

( is all she offers before she goes into the bathroom, turning on the light there for a moment and grabbing at the pouch she's used to put together her kit. it's not just for first aid, though; she has a few sewing needles and scraps of cloth in there, too.

coming back into the room after turning off the light in the bathroom and closing the door, she sits at the edge of her bed to peruse her the pouch, socked toes pressed to the floor. )


Your pants are — a dark blue?

( it's hard to tell with the ugly, orange glow of these old lightbulbs. )

Or are they black?
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-23 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh? My apologies. You reminded me of an acquaintance of mine, is all. Something of your manner, I suppose...

[ Would Emil balk at being called a friend? Perhaps not, but Adrian tries not to presume too much, even now.

He doesn't fuss when the man moves to stand over the bed. He isn't in the way, and doesn't seem intent on causing any trouble. He understands, even: they're virtual strangers, and he too would want to ensure that nothing nefarious was being done. ]
Our patient took something. I can't say what, but it's not done him any favors, internally... I'm stabilizing his condition now, so he'll be up in a few hours — unhappy, perhaps, but up. For however long he'd like to be.

[ The puncture wounds knit themselves together, staving off the beginnings of a nasty infection, but the bruises remain dark and the man continues to sleep. There was a time when he would have poured all of his power into trying to fix everything, but not now.

He straightens, rubbing at the back of his neck. ]
You're not a werewolf, but it sounded as if you were fighting one in your room before all of this. I haven't got much to offer, and you appear to be uninjured, so I'll help you tidy up. As payment. Come along, Mr..?

[ Is he just going to walk out of his room and into Logan's without an invite? The answer is yes. ]
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-23 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps. But what you're describing to me sounds like it follows a certain internal logic that is consistent and has certain parameters, much like science. We learn new things about the world around us that provide more information about the rules we write or sometimes requires an overhaul, but there is an overall steady path behind what we're seeing and doing.

[Alucard gives a small shrug.] But this is all from an outside perspective.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-23 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[The dhampir's noise of consideration betrays how fascinating he finds that. If the circumstances were different, he might ask for a game of twenty questions. Such as it is, this....whatever it is...is likely not to indulge the matter.]

I don't believe any rules that we are familiar with for magic or science apply at the moment. It makes me concerned on the biological front.
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[personal profile] tataille 2025-05-23 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Benny will very much appreciate that attitude when the truth inevitably comes out. For now, he's relieved to be free, even if he's soaked and basically just had a full on baptism in a kiddie pool. ]

Probably. [ Benny follows after him, boots squelching with every step, which frankly is the most uncomfortable feeling in the world. The second they’re out the door, the tension in his shoulders eases - not all the way, but enough for him to relax just a smidge. The shadows roll back like a tide, and he finally exhales for real. ]

I’ll take straightforward any day. Least you know where you stand when a thing’s tryin’ to rip your throat out.

[ That's part of what made Purgatory so easy for him. There wasn't any in-between, there was no grey areas. It was all black and white, no room for error. All survival, no time to think. ]

Appreciate the save, by the way. Lotta folks woulda left me to drown.