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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.
TDM Questions? Here — Game Questions? FAQ
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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] intelligent 2025-05-24 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Will he regret this... surely not. He's sliding into the driver's seat and gazing over the console with a scowl. ]

In name only. It's practically a dinosaur.

[ To him, where even older cars can be retrofitted to fly—or the opposite, where cars can be made to drive. ]
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[personal profile] intelligent 2025-05-24 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ leaning over, squinting at the compass. God, it's so small. It's not even electric. For what purpose. Why is it all so old. Why is it on that side of the car. Miguel flops back into his seat with a sigh. ]

I'm starting to think a sadist designed this car.

[ But... after glancing around, he's starting to pull out of the lot, towards... whatever godforsaken adventure awaits him. ]

Is it changing directions at all?
unsunder: (🌃 127)

lord i really fubar'd my brackets lmao

[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-24 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ He shrugs. To be frank, he was ready for the end. Having been granted something of a second chance is more an inconvenience for him than a mercy.

Not that first meetings are the place for that sort of talk. Or second or third, or even, say, fifteenth. ]


Apart from being mystified over the workings of a motorcycle, he was fine. He should be around the city somewhere.
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-24 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a mercy, Emet-Selch has very little reason to be antagonistic in this place. What would lying and deceit get him? In some circles, mayhap it would pay off, but not here. The more allies he has, the better. ]

Not that I saw.

[ Maelle has yet to almost hit him with her car, sorry. ]

There was a man, Verso. Dark hair with a white streak. And a woman fond of card tricks.

[ He makes a hand motion, mimicking Sciel summoning one of her cards. ]

If either of those descriptions mean aught to you.
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-24 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, that’s interesting. Emet-Selch’s eyes track that strange ripple in the air, noting the power imbued into the words that give it form. He watches it arc outward, hitting the first man and then the second like a physical thing.

The men do as bid, eventually, dumbly shuffling back inside. Emet-Selch has no idea how long Sunday’s words will hold sway over them, and he can’t imagine they’ll be pleased if they suddenly realize what’s happened, so he continues to linger, continues to watch. ]


That is quite the handy trick.
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-24 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Well–

[ Whatever he was going to say is swiftly cut-off by a commotion down the hallway, the pounding of footsteps as four shadowy figures round the corner to come to a halt.

There, huffs the one at the fore, jabbing a finger at Emet-Selch. That’s the bastard!

Oh. This must be the idiot who tried to rob him. And he’s brought friends. ]


Four against one is hardly fair.

[ He says, sounding entirely unbothered. ]
tirejacked: (29)

no worries friend I have never been speedy a day in my life

[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-05-24 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[It's cute that she's feeling squirreley about a little B&E. He could pull this kind of crap by the time he was in double digits. But then, Gotham really does tend to grow a different breed. In the grand scheme of crimes going on tonight, he'd put money on this being the least of anyone's problems.

Apparently unmoved by this offer, he drops into a crouch in front of the door to get to work. Blithely—
]

Are you gonna take me in, officer?

[Look: he's not even kicking the door in! See how considerate he's being.]

We can call it a wellness check, if you prefer.

[Just with the added element of surprise. Honestly, it's not like she couldn't just walk up and take matters into her own hands while he's busy. He just as soon assumes she'll wash her hands and leave him to it.]
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[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-05-24 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Spook-adjacent is as good way to put it as any. He's been doing this long enough that not enough sound pings at his attention just as strangely as too much. Most people land in a particular middle ground unless they're specifically trying to be quiet, or they've had to move that way for long enough that it's been drilled into a habit. You get a feel for it. This guy, he's leaning toward the latter. But he could be wrong.

Good a reason as any to feel him out. He spins the phone in his hands again. Answers with the same restrained irony that had posed the initial question.
]

Well, I do like to appreciate the classics.

[Who doesn't know Snake. They've got 'em on phones, now, old man. Even in the retro spooky space future. There's no immediate change in his posture when Eliot joins him on the ledge, but his attention shifts. Gone from watching the passing traffic to eyeing him sharply.

After a moment's consideration...He shrugs.
]

Could be I just like the ambiance.

[Dark and rainy and nestled several stories up in the crappier parts of town. Which, honestly...isn't too far off for nostalgia. Hard to beat Gotham for gloominess, but it's got a few of the airs.]

I'm thinking of taking up birdwatching. What d'you think?

[Another word for spook, in certain necks of certain woods. He'd picked that one up from Alfred, but mostly he thinks he's being funny. (No brightly colored birds or swooping Bats in these skies, he's sure.)]
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[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-05-24 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[He will continue to be pissy at her, thanks. For example, maybe if she articulated the problem instead of just being all vague and ominous about it in his direction. He's been very busy trying not to drown the past little while, y'know.

But with his bearings back and her continued (growing) urgency, he catches up fast. Follow her alarmed jerk of the head and her wide eyes to—

Well. Nothing. A very particular kind of nothing. Black pitch void that's eating up the street around the corner of the building. Creeping closer, slowly, now that the water has drained out and risen up and up through the sky.

So much for going back for those meds—he'd kind of been considering it, but there's a time and a place, and this sure isn't the time. They're very rapidly running out of pavement, and he's not in a hurry to find out what happens if that spreading stain catches up to them.
]

It's always something.

[Unreal. Well, when you're right, you're right. And she's right—time to book. She tugs him along, and this time he's quick to spin on his heel and move. He'd stashed his bike somewhere high and dry and hidden, so it's nowhere near enough to be useful for a quick getaway. So—

For the first time since he's had her pinned, he gets a proper look at her that isn't obscured by the window and the fog. Including that big fucking sword she'd been thinking of drawing on him a few seconds ago. Important question—
]

If I do something are you going to try stabbing me with that thing?

[Hypothetical question. (He's going to do it anyway.)]
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[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-05-24 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[FINE....I'll behave, but only because I missed you.

It's a weak excuse, sure, but the rest really does track. Not that nosiness isn't its own reward, honestly. But give a little, get a little. Hard to say if it's some sense of common ground, or some sense of curiosity, or some sense of commiseration—being new in town, getting a feel for the city, carefully fishing for information while playing ones cards close to the chest—but he seems to accept that answer well enough.

He spreads his hands out in front of him. Palm-up, as if to project an air of harmlessness. (He is not. But, y'know.)
]

What about getting mugged on the top of a shitty motel?

[It's not a threat, really. There's not enough intent there for it to ring that way, and he hasn't moved from his relaxed sprawl against the wall. Just wondering. You don't seem worried about that!]
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[personal profile] yeahmagnets 2025-05-24 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jesse presses the binder to the glass again just as another wave of water surges through the lower level. He doesn’t register it at first, the focus and desperation consuming him, but then it creeps past his waist and up his ribs like cold hands dragging him down. A sharp intake of breath rattles through his chest. The water's rising faster now, and the more he panics, the quicker it floods. It’s not just seeping in anymore. The water is rising steadily like the building’s bleeding from the inside out, like something below just gave way. Another vent submerged. Another pipe split. The flood climbs Jesse’s body with the indifference of a tide that doesn’t give a damn who’s drowning.

His arms shake as he flips the triple-laminated binder open, the pages slick but intact under his grip. Water splashes against his chest now, tugging at the binder like it wants that, too. He jams his forearm higher against the glass, lifting the binder with both hands to keep it visible. The plastic catches the stormlight like a beacon, and he holds it steady as best he can, pointing hard at the glyphs: six strange symbols that feel more like prophecy than instructions. The text above the symbols tells the man what Jesse can't: ENTER THE SYMBOLS IN ORDER. THE PANEL IS LOCATED AT THE REAR OF THE BUILDING.

Jesse can barely feel his legs. He can’t feel anything but the panic clawing up his throat and the bite of cold pressing into his spine. His teeth clack together when he yells again, silent and useless on the man's side of the glass, but his mouth moves with force, and he tries to over-anunciate in the hopes that the guy outside can read the shape of the word on his lips. ]


Please.

[ Jesse hits the window again with his fist, then motions towards the back of the building, or at least the direction he thinks it's in. The water surges again and Jesse needs to start kicking to stay afloat, his oversized clothes and waterlogged shoes weighing him down and threatening to drown him. Do it now. Do it now before the water hits my mouth.

Jesse’s soaked to the throat, hoodie dragging him down like dead weight, but his arms stay high, paddling, flailing, clawing to keep his head above water. There’s no space left for fear anymore. Only survival. Only trust, and the hope that he didn't survive whatever inter-dimensional leap this was, just to end up drowned in some fucking office building. ]
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[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-24 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Always been a sore spot, huh? [Yeah, look, he knows what it's like. It's why Wade can't help but tease him -- which, in turn, usually annoys the fuck out of him. There's no constantly-leering danger, and sure, they're stuck in a Brand New Void without a TVA pad on hand, but at least no one's bald twin is coming through the walls to skullfuck them.

At least Mary isn't here. She should enjoy the entire couch while only Al's there to bully.

But between the two of them, only one's still a hero. An anchor being. Well, not this one, but. One of them.

Wade barks a laugh, hopping off his stool to steal a pitcher of syrup from another table. Know him? God, he's adorable.]
Not a lot of people in our circles don't know who you are, peanut. Comes with the territory. Devilishly handsome antiheroes, mutants, guys with a weird attraction to sharp objects -- you don't have any idea how many cross-overs we've got.

[Seriously, Google them. And it's only gonna get worse now.]

You might remember, you think hard enough. [He takes his seat back, pouring syrups over -- over eggs, yeah, those are eggs covered in syrup. He leans in, serious.] I... am your father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate. Which makes us nothing! Nothing but a vague, retconned memory.
Edited 2025-05-24 05:03 (UTC)
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[personal profile] decussate 2025-05-24 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ The people of this world do have some interesting abilities. The golden birds that suddenly appear are unexpected and dazzling, their light multiplied against the water's reflection. Their failure to break the glass is convincing enough that The Knave feels no need to make her own attempt.

Maria's eye contact followed by zero begging for help is admirable. The Knave does like to encourage self-help. Then again, she may not strike the most welcoming figure standing calmly outside the window. She may even look a tad villainous — a misrepresentation for once unintentional.

Oh, very well. The Knave runs her eyes over the room once more. She comes from the sort of silly and convenient world where puzzles always have an answer, and the keys are never too far from the lock. Thus, the random little papers with numbers scrawled on them around the room catch her attention. Perhaps one or all of them is the code...

Silken threads that flash crimson in the light touch down from the ceiling and stick delicately to the numbered papers visible to her. Then all together, the threads retract to suspend the papers at Maria's eye level like leaves caught in spider webs. Just a suggestion that Maria is free to take or ignore. ]
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2025-05-24 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eddie follows suit, pulling himself back inside the van and cutting the engine before he hops out to join her on the side of the road.

He’s thin and wiry, and his beat-up leather jacket is doing a hell of a lot of heavy lifting in making it look like a gentle breeze won’t knock him over. It’s probably true that Angel could probably use to be a little less trusting, but despite being considered scary back home, Eddie isn’t exactly the most intimidating person she could have run across. Truth be told, there’s not much more to him than a head of wild hair.
]

Well, uh, unfortunately, Mickey Thomas and Knight Rider here?

[ He brandishes the reject tapes again to indicate his point, then passes them along to her with a good-natured grin. ]

Not exactly up to my impossibly high standards.

[ And to be honest, his standards aren’t quite as high as he’s making them out to be. It’s true that he’s a metalhead through and through, but he was raised on the blues and old Woody Guthrie tunes, and he’ll never deny them being the very backbone of his taste. He loves music, and he’ll listen to just about anything once, but he just can’t force himself into liking Starship. ]

Radio’s on the fritz, so unless you rescue me— [ He clasps his hands together, putting on his best, most pitiful puppy eyes. ] It’s either these, or the deafening sound of silence.
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-24 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ I didn't really have a childhood. I didn't get to do what children do. But it's okay!

Yeah, no, it's really not. Whatever the reason — whatever happened to him that he lost all of that, it's not okay. But he can't say he disagrees with people having to live with what they're given. That's all there really is. No other choice. For Amos, he carries his past in the way it shaped him, made him what he is. He knows what he lost all those years ago, the kind of person he became, out of that violent city. But life is now, not then. He doesn't stay there, in those moments.

And he recognizes that whatever happened for this kid, it's all said and done now, at least the beginning is. Nothing can be changed about that. And while he'd absolutely pass judgment on people he hasn't met, there's not enough known about them yet to set off red flags. But for all the protecting him and his family do, who protects him? Do they?

Really, he can only offer his limited perspective, which is that he at least thinks here, of all places, there's maybe more than what he had.

What they do, what they hunt, that's not what he could have predicted, but then again, nothing about even his current situation is something he could have predicted a few days ago. If this could be real, and some of the other shit he's heard could be real, he guesses whatever these creatures are might as well be real, too. ]


We don't have things like that where I'm from — those kinds of monsters.

[ The other kind of monsters, though — plenty.

Up ahead of them, someone's arguing with the employee just trying to do their job and pass out samples, and he just vaguely hears it, but it means they're still in the same spot they've been and he's just — debating leaving the line at this point. Why is he still talking to this kid, though? It's something about him that pings that kids don't deserve shit getting thrown at them feeling. And for all intents and purposes, the young guy in front of him fits that bill. ]


What are you gonna do here, not protecting people from...vampires, and all the other stuff?

[ Circling back to the "fun job" now, even though there's plenty left unknown about him. ]
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-24 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Nah, none of that," he shakes his head a little, at the Master Amos part. It's a way of talking he's not familiar with, but he does at least understand it's just some kind of...variation on addressing someone. Still, he thinks about Master in relation to his name and it doesn't sit right.

He does a quick glance over his shoulder, just a long look at the shadows, a need to check, to be sure, before he steps further inside. He's technically leaving his back exposed and that's a risk, but he'll settle in the seat and at least be able to see the door a bit. Keep an eye on things.

"Alright. You got me here."
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S O B HE'S GONNA TRY HIS BEST

[personal profile] didthedishes 2025-05-24 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ When the last person you expect to see but has so desperately wanted to see suddenly appears before you trapped in a room in a creepy building what else are you supposed to think? Naturally, you might start to feel like you've gone a bit mad. This will hopefully explain the wide-eyed look he's currently giving her moments before realizing that he's there, banging on the glass.

Unbeknownst to Bob, he's asking himself the question Yelena is shouting at him. Is she real? Or is she just a figment of his imagination? Had all his loneliness manifested - leaked - out into the real world? It's pathetic, if that's the case. But maybe more than pathetic, it's terrifying. What does that mean? So much of his reality can be distorted on a good day and that fact only seems to become more exacerbated by the fact that he doesn't have a purpose. ]


Yelena?

[ If anyone from the Thunderbolts walked in on them right now, they'd probably laugh at the absurdity of the state of them: both looking like drowned rats, wide-eyed and confused and just staring because neither of them had expected this. Then again stranger things have happened. But affectionate ribbing from friends that aren't here is the farthest thing from his mind. Rather, what Bob is thinking about, is how much he wishes he were Ava or John or Alexi or Bucky or anyone but him really, because they would know how to get Yelena out of here. Hell, even if their positions were reversed, she would know what to do.

His eyes dart to the door which would have been her first attempt and then to the window. If Yelena couldn't smash the glass, maybe he could? Quickly he motions for her to step back before drawing a fist back - only for the glass to practically push back against him. He's trying not to let the panic show and probably failing to do a good job even as it tracks very clearly on his face that he's trying to come up with something, anything to get her out. After a moment he points inside the room before mouthing - Is there anything in there?

...Hopefully that's enough to help get his point across. ]


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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-24 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't really know that he can prove he can be trusted, because quite frankly, he doesn't know how to prove it even to himself. Looking at the path he'd taken, all the choices that had taken him to that moment in Washington D.C., and deciding that he didn't want to keep going down that road, doesn't mean that he would succeed in choosing a better way.

He's settled more into that idea over the past few months, found a quieter sort of life, even if he hasn't gotten used to it. But finding a purpose in that kind of existence has been difficult. He still struggles. Feels like he's abandoned the cause he'd so long fought for. When he'd so carelessly accused Charles of abandoning their people, isn't that just what he was doing when he ran away and hid?

Not that he had many options, to be fair. He's a wanted man. There's nowhere that he can exist in public, not under his name at least. That doesn't erase the guilt of leaving all of that behind. Leaving Charles behind— again.

He glances down when he feels that trace of pain, but he doesn't say anything. It's personal, whatever has caused that sentiment. He doesn't feel like he's in a place that he can ask. ]


One can only hope. [ After everything they'd heard from Logan, any possibility of a better future for their kind is a comfort. ] But I don't know that many of them would want my help.

[ He hadn't exactly left a good impression with most mutants, and he doubts it's that different even in other points in time. Charles hasn't been the only bridge he's burned. It's far likelier they will want him as far away as possible. ]
heavymetals: (1983 « where?)

[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-24 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's so much he could say, so much he should say to all of that. How his cause wasn't the issue— he was the issue, his methods were the issue. Where he went to after he left. That he was, and is, sorry for the choices he made. Doesn't change it, but he wants her to know that she doesn't have to worry about him coming after her again. If anything he's more than willing to keep his distance if that's what she wants.

But her lack of knowledge about his motivations is what puzzles him. His brow furrows, watching her quietly for a moment, then he asks pointedly (sorry, he's going to just skip over that argument for a moment)— ]


What's the last thing you remember?
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iv (two of them)

[personal profile] viceps 2025-05-24 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ From far away, all that registers is the strangeness of the scene. The vehicle, being held aloft. The unnatural height of the thing -- can't possibly be a man, can it? -- holding it. She can see the legs sticking out beneath the truck and thinks, perhaps, that somebody needs help. And there's no one else around.

She speeds up.

It isn't until the motorbike nears significantly that the recognition hits like a punch to the gut. This isn't the first time she's seen this creature.

The scene flashes behind her eyes. The empty look on Vander's face, so far removed from not only the man, but even the beast they'd been fighting to free him from. Clawed hands reaching for her and Jinx as gravity itself failed around them. And in that moment: this, with Jayce close behind. If it weren't so fucking crazy-looking, maybe she wouldn't have had time to notice.

Unfortunately for Viktor, though, Vi remembers all too well. It's everything else she forgets: the truck, the other person, her own injuries.

The engine revs explosively, exhaust coughing from the tailpipe. The bike shoots forward at full throttle.

She absolutely intends to hit him. ]
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a.

[personal profile] viceps 2025-05-24 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
Shit-- watch it, lady!

[ Vi reacts instinctively to being walked into, both hands against the woman's shoulders to push her back before she even fully process.

Neither of them is having a good day.

But the apology -- the expression on her face, mostly -- catches Vi off guard. The anger fizzles as quickly as it'd sparked. She lets out a sigh. ]


Right.

You just pop up here too?
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[personal profile] vestments 2025-05-24 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
( marc catches the flinch, notices the way that bob stays still until marc's at his bike, and marc inhales a breath, slow and steady. it's not an unusual reaction to him, to moon knight, but it's unnecessary here. his fingers curl around the handlebars of the bike, and he squeezes tightly, knuckles turning white beneath his gloves as he hears the doors of the van swing open, hears the crunching of gravel underfoot as bob hurries towards him.

it shouldn't be the darkness, marc's at home in shadows, but this feels wrong, unsettling and enticing all at once. it's probably just him, letting his emotions — ugly — get in the way of things. but bob's not the enemy, bob hasn't done anything other than be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and so marc should— be softer? he's never been good at that. even reese gets marc blunt, and though she might not see all of his edges, though he'd made a point not to allow her to see the worst of him, she got to see enough. he supposes the difference is, reese gave (gives?) it back. for all her youth, she pushes whenever he's being too himself, and he knows that.

bob gets neither an apology nor an explanation. instead, marc lingers, a beat too long, creeping shadows momentarily forgotten as he's aware of bob in his periphery, only acknowledging him with the slightest cant of his head, enough to see his shoes, his pants; catches the flicker of movement that's bob's hands not seeming to know where to settle, but not meeting his gaze until he speaks.

this time, marc doesn't say anything, he just grunts, rocking the bike back once and then forward, the kickstand getting pushed — finally — back all the way, movement punctuated by a clunk, the sharp sound dulled only a touch by wet. the bike's clunky and heavy, but one man can push it, it'll just be the lifting it into the van that'll be awkward, and—

right.
on three. )


—Just push it up from the back.

( it's not quite agreement with 'on three', but the lack of disagreement serves as an implicit 'yeah, fine'. )
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[personal profile] vaimanat 2025-05-24 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
Moving her hand with slow motions, lets him see that there really is nothing she is holding. It is not trick of the light, and the soup is stirring.

"Well if you are here anyway." Leaning over to take a clean bowl, she flicks her fingers to take some of the soup out and send it into the bowl. Then pass it over to him with a spoon. "I've had enough people come through, I can spare some for company."

The smile is brief to be pleasant, but no more. Then she leans back. "As for my gifts, like all my people, I was granted them as a child - an infant in fact, by the Holy-Sea. Time and training allows me the fine control you see."
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[personal profile] sodark 2025-05-24 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess. [The resigned tone of his voice makes the answer equal parts acceptance and denial.]

We've worked together back home. One of the last people I remember seeing.

[He just lets that hang in the air so they can process it.]

Lot of us here for it to be a coincidence. Too many other types around for it to be targeted. [Be boring if there were a simple answer to that, probably. He's just thinking out loud when he says it.]
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-24 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[The bugs gets a little noise that on anyone else might be a laugh. It's dry funny, but Alucard is pretty sure that there are deserts out there with more moisture than that delivery.

He offers a shrug.]


I haven't decided yet. Since I don't know how they work, I'd rather take my time, observe what I can, and try to make as informed a choice as I can.