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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 2025-05-25 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ And he can tell that this one is different without having been here very long. Something about that feels...disquieting to her in a way she can't put words to. It feels like too much knowledge, too much burden, and it's equally unsettling that he takes it in such strides. It prevents her from really asking about it and so she pays more attention to what he says about the car, the gear shifts, and all of that.

And, unfortunately, he gets a little bit of a blink for his trouble. ]


Speed limits.

[ Well, what was the point of being limited on fast you might go if you need to get somewhere? She's no fool, she knows it's to prevent accidents or hitting someone else, but that also just feels like it's sucking the joy out of things.

Esquie didn't have a speed limit... ]


Do you think the terrain everywhere is going to be like this? Or do you think it's going to, you know, open up a bit?

[ Not just for driving but... Surely there's better space for greener pastures and more lush environs. Or even just farmland. Something that doesn't look run down and on its last legs. ]
godjr: (AlexanderCa1502586)

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-25 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is what he was hoping to avoid but it was inevitable. And he wants to lie, which is unusual for Jack, he prefers to tell the truth unless it's something shameful, and in this case it obviously is. Jack looks down, his fingers tangling together as he worries, the hesitation obvious. He can't lie to Castiel. ]

No, I'm ....

[ Jack wishes it was Gabriel. Gabriel sounded like an okay archangel, better than Michael and Lucifer, although that's a low bar. He would have been proud to be his son in comparison. A trickster is not a villain, not really. ]

Lucifer is my father. My mother ran from him and you helped hide us so I could be raised away from him.

[ It isn't as simple as Jack always hating Lucifer though, that would be less shameful. For a little while there, he considered running away with him, unable to cope with being so different from the others. But now he knows. It's why he hurries to add in quick verbal pleas. ]

But I'm nothing like him, I swear it, I ... may have some of his abilities but it doesn't make me like him. You three taught me how to be good.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-25 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Mmm, you know that is how you come off, correct?
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[personal profile] onychinus 2025-05-25 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Isn't it obvious? You were caught, weren't you?

[ there's an emphasis on the "were" and "caught," but the idea that he seems to find this more amusing than it is genuinely stressful— well, it's clear he didn't seem too much of it. ... and she also seems to know that judging by how casually she seemed to take all of this. ]

I suppose you could say that. [ he starts off casually. he looks around them, and he gives a small, almost mysterious quirk of his lips. ] Back at home, I own a fruit stand. So you can imagine I am no stranger to thieves.

[ this is like 0.1 true, but listen the mc isn't here to stop him. ]

It seemed easy for you, too.
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[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-25 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ The comment takes her so off guard that Sciel can't help but laugh. It's a crystal clear sound, short, but genuine. She nudges him gently with her shoulder, just a little tap, as if she's afraid she might bowl him over if she causes too much of a ruckus. ]

Yeah, well. If it's the oddest thing we encounter, I'll be all too grateful.

[ The things she's seen on the continent were so much stranger than chocolate eggs. She'll take the harmless over something that could kill her. ]

At least they're pretty tasty. Shockingly.
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-25 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Jack should really remember not to show off to people because it always goes poorly. He even knows that his powers can scare people but he keeps hoping that it'll be something cool instead of scary to someone. He's pretty sure people dream of becoming superheroes except for those who are born that way and then wish they could be normal. The grass is greener and all that.

"From monsters." Monsters can mean anything, Jack is technically a monster, so he clarifies. "Um, creatures that try to eat people or kill them. There are a lot of them in my world, and they hunt ordinary civilians as prey. So we stop them, we protect the innocent."

And he likes to think that's a noble option. As long as he's trying to do good, it has to count for something. He's noticeably less enthused now that he can see he might have done the wrong thing. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-25 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ This isn't even the first time that Fern has been trapped somewhere that's slowly flooding. The look of this place couldn't be any different, but she still recalls in full detail how she'd woken up in the water-logged cells of Castle Ravenloft.

Locked doors and passwords are also nothing new to her, but where to find the code that's needed is less clear. She's already been searching, even managed to use a pulled-apart paper clip to break into a locked file cabinet. She's got the binders she found within it in her arms and is sloshing through the water, back toward the main room of the first floor (filled with desks and those glowing boxes she can't make heads or tails of), when she realizes she's not alone.

Everything about the man screams wizard, including that light spell he's maintaining. Fern tenses, an uneasy feeling sliding over her as he addresses her. Perhaps the offer he makes is meant to set her at ease that they're not fighting over the same thing, but she instead finds it suspicious.

Still, they both need to get out of here. As much as he looks like yet another one of Strahd's lackeys, she can't exactly refuse the help in this situation. ]


... If we can find our way out of here, we can share them.

[ She doesn't want to owe anyone anything. With that, she wades over to the nearest desk and slams the pile of binders down on it. ]

Help me look.
Edited 2025-05-25 00:38 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-25 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ He shakes his head, still pressed close to Viktor's face, silently denying his assertion and bracing to be the opposing force again if Viktor continues this argument. Instead, he feels arms wrap around him and lets out a shuddering breath to hear what he's needed to hear.

His arms pull tighter around Viktor's shoulders, fingers curling into long strands of hair. Holding on tight as if to banish whatever space remains between them. ]


I don't know how much farther we can go beyond the edge of the multiverse... - [ his voice is still tight and hoarse, but there's humor there, almost laughter - relief, despite how desperately he's still physically holding on. ] - but I want to find out.

[ With you. ]
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[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-25 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ At least someone silently approves of her course of action. Her father and brother on the other hand, would be horrified. And perhaps her mother. Though any chiding she received from her probably wouldn't be nearly as sharp as Alphinaud's. And, to be fair, this is more or less the first time she's ever done something like this too. 'This' being kicking someone in the shins in the middle of a public place (that her place of work, no less). Admittedly she's made smarter choices in her sixteen years alive.

What's done is done though and neither her brother or father are here to dissuade her. Add to the fact that the man lunges at her very nearly justifies the use of her rapier. Very nearly because it's at that moment that he's punched square in the nose and hauled away from her - and out the door. For someone who had initiated the physical contact she seems just as shocked as everyone else in line.

Moments later she's rushing out the door after Amos, several samples in hand. ]


Ran off, did he? Good riddance.
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-25 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. He wasn't mad at me the first time, he killed me to punish my fathers. This time he is mad at me, so that's why I'm thinking maybe exile.

[ It would be crueler for Jack than merely sending him back to the Empty, because he and the Shadow get along fairly well at this point. They're not friends but they're not enemies. It would be a lot harsher to toss Jack out into the universe and force him to worry about what he was doing to his family, which is exactly how Jack feels here. He doesn't know what to do because they wouldn't want him to test a portal back, he's too out of control. So he just ... waits. Until he comes up with a plan.

Jack doesn't know that he's talking to someone who has experience being killed surrounding a father's grief too. It's not something he's ever had in common with another person so it doesn't occur to him to expect that. Everyone in his family has died multiple times, him included. That's why killing him wouldn't really satisfy Chuck this time around.

He does have a flat and direct way of speaking, and this topic doesn't seem to openly upset him. It was very painful and sad when God did that, but he came back. ]


Most people.

[ He echoes and glances over at Jason with a curious tilt of his head. ]

Are you most people?
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[personal profile] fuckinabucket 2025-05-25 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ The sly woman saunters over, mindful of the cut glass like she's used to requiring silence from her footsteps, despite those six inch heels. ]

Alright, I won't say anything, but I was joking about my soul. I'm still leasing the damn thing back

[ He looks like the well kept sort, but then again, so does she. Sometimes it's hard to guess at the horrors someone has seen when they're trained not to wear them on their face. Sally doesn't wear her itchy white facial mask anymore, but the woman has masks galore.

Her look of surprise is genuine at the sight of the floating candy bags. Sally's seen a thing or two here already; people with animal-ears, robots, a long-lost (and re-found, re-lost) best friend. Obviously, "There are Greater Things In Heaven and Earth..." etc. still applies, here. She's going to have to fix up her poker-face if she wants to stop being agog at every little thing. ]


... Hold on, do I look like a girl that needs her bags carried? I can lift 200 pounds, I'll have you know

[ Her tone is impressed, despite the light flirtatious barb. She reaches out after a moment and takes the floating bag, inspecting it for any hidden threads or perhaps magnets... but nope! Seems like genuine telekinesis to her! ]

That's a very handy parlor trick I'm sure. Though now I'm suddenly thinking back on what mum said about accepting candy from strange men... are you sure you're the trustworthy sort?

[ she asks with a playful, sharp-edged sarcasm, like she absolutely expects a pretty and pristine lie; she did already catch him stealing after all, though clearly she's the type that won't bat an eye at petty theft either. ]
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[personal profile] chuju 2025-05-25 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Having the wind knocked out of her from the fall means Daisy can't speak to issue a warning, voice a protest, or make an angry quip about this whole messed up situation. Her ribs are screaming at her, and she can feel at least one new hairline fracture that would have been a lot worse without the protection of her suit. But despite struggling to get her lungs working again, she still rolls to her side and pushes herself up, using the wall as leverage to get to her feet again as her heavy hitter companion sends the last of their attackers to the ground.

She doesn't pay attention to whatever he might do to that man, focusing instead on the woman who had led them into this alley with her scream — except she's nowhere to be found. Had she run off during the fight to get herself to safety? Had this all been some sort of trap to lure in unsuspecting do-gooders like her, who can't just turn away from someone in need? Pressing a hand to her aching side, Daisy trusts the kind (?) stranger to take care of business while she moves to the mouth of the alley, finally able to pull in strained gulps of air while she scans the darkness for the woman, but as far as she can see, the woman is just gone.

Shit. ]
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[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-25 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ the moment jack says no, castiel knows he's not going to like the answer. he almost tells him not to say. there's no good option after that, though if he had to hope, he would have hoped for michael. internally, he laughs at himself, relieved at least to learn that raphael hasn't come back from the dead to sire an heir.

the alternative isn't better.

what flashes across castiel's face couldn't be called fear. it goes beyond that.

he turns away quickly, hoping jack won't see. as he forces one foot in front of the other, another revelation comes to him. one that makes his heart drop like a stone into his cold and oily guts. he swallows around a dry throat, opening his mouth to ask a question he knows he can't put voice to. the answer is obvious, anyway: he's the one who let lucifer out of the cage.

suddenly, he understands why he felt it his responsibility to deal with jack— but this isn't his mistake. he shakes his head. no. it still makes no sense. lucifer hates humanity. and he if lived, he wouldn't have let him run amok. ]


I hope for your sake that all of this is a ruse.
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-25 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[[An Zhe didn't go nudging her back or anything because he'd break his shoulder, but he did let a tiny smile slip. He knew laughter was a good thing, and she had a nice one.]]

Mmmhmm! It's very surprising!

[[He'd just go ahead and pop one in his mouth! So weird, yet so satisfying. How did they do it. And where did... oh. An Zhe was midchew when he lifted a contemplative hand in front of his mouth, brows furrowing slightly.]]

... I don't think I want to know where they came from. I hope it's not giant bugs again...
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-25 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a minute or two, Logan's quiet. They've had a lot of conversations by Logan's time. He spent a while thinking Charles was dead, and he hasn't forgotten it. How it felt, knowing he'd never see him again. Until he did. And even with the world collapsing around them, Charles was still there for all of them. He knows it'll take time, but hell, time's never been a problem for him. If there's anything he has too much of, it's time.

Maybe the day will come when he finds in himself what Charles sees. For now, it's enough that one of them does.

He cracks open a half-fizzed bottle of his own. He's outta beer, so. These will do. ]


What, all of 'em? [ His arm hangs over the backrest as he considers. ] The kids came up with that, for one. Started calling you guys the X-Men. [ This was all so fucking long ago. An entire lifetime. ] When I showed up, I wasn't alone. There was a girl—Rogue. I was giving her a ride. She didn't say it, but she must've been a runway.

[ They all kinda were, in a way. ]

You took her in, too. You took a lot of us in. Convinced me to stick around. And, uh— [ He huffs. ] Not everybody on the team was happy about that.
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-25 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's hard to know at first if the newcomer is here to help or will simply step around the obstruction in his path. Adrian wouldn't be surprised if it was the latter; wouldn't think badly of him either, as he might have once. He's learned some lessons from his time in Barovia. There are some worlds where only a fool gets himself involved in business that doesn't concern him.

He grimaces at the observation none the less, then shakes his head. ]
I can't.

[ It seems the lack of explanation will suffice for the moment, and Adrian gives the stranger a grateful nod as he bends to help. He couldn't have done this on his own, so whatever the price, he'll simply pay it later... though he wonders what such a well-dressed man could want for. ] Three.

[ Somehow, two skinny nerds manage to haul their new patient far enough inside to allow them to shut the door, though it's perhaps not the most dignified affair. Adrian eases the man down, then crosses to his dresser immediately to retrieve his gloves. He tugs them on as he crosses back to the patient, and kneels so he can begin a quick examination.

He'd like to be a better host, but he thinks that the circumstances are understandable enough. ]


You have my sincere thanks, Mr..? [ He half expects to be corrected to lord or sir. ] I'm afraid I have little else to offer in exchange for your aid... though it may be best if you remain inside with us momentarily. I believe the neighbors aren't nearly as friendly, as this poor fellow may have discovered.
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[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-25 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ That is most definitely progress, one of which he is thankful for. She appears to be an attentive listener as well and G'raha hopes that he is instructing clearly enough. He really hasn't taught anyone how to drive before, having only learned by circumstance and necessity himself.

He supposes it's not that different for her, now, is it?

G'raha nods an affirmative at her question. ]


Yes, easing into it will allow you considerably more control.

[ The manual gets a look from him as well, somewhat bemused. As much as he loves books, this...well, she's right. These offer minimal guidance at best. ]

It does seem like these were penned for people who are more familiar with the mechanics involved. Practical application may be a better teacher than written word in this case.

[ If she would like to give it a try...? ]

If I may ask, are such machines uncommon on your star?
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[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-25 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[See, this is what happens when he's been given forbidden knowledge and unleashes it way too soon. But in this case, it really was an innocent question! He's not judging.

He's getting judged, though. Whoa, buddy. Usually that comes after a few quips and wanton murder! Or when he's not wearing the mask. Or when he's trying out a new hair system. This feels a little unwarranted.

Problem is, if Kaine had just walked by and not reacted, Wade would've just shrugged it off and gone back to filling up his box full of hoarded office supplies, like red staplers and novelty Post-Its. But now he's gotten all intrigued.

So he just walks up to the office's front door, unlocks it, and pops his head out. Water pours out after him, soaking the ground around his boots.]
Hey, buddy! We got a problem? I came here to have a good time and I'm feeling really mentally attacked right now.

[The good time was... drowning...? Yes. Why're you questioning it?]
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the pavilion —

[personal profile] chuju 2025-05-25 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ After the past week she's had in this place, Daisy should really be used to running into familiar faces by now. Not that any of those faces know her in return, of course — it's part and parcel of being a SHIELD agent, you know everyone but few people know you. Still, despite this being the Nth time she's encountered someone from her Earth, it takes her by complete surprise to turn the corner and see Stephen freaking Strange doubled over at one of the food stands in the supermarket.

Shit. Fuck. And about a dozen alien expletives she'd picked up over the last year.

Whatever is going on with him, the last thing they need is a sorcerer losing control of his abilities in a public place like this. If he still has his abilities... No, that's a later problem. For now, she hurries forward, glancing at the owner who has begun to recognize her from how often she frequents this place and gives them a nod. ]


I'll take care of him. [ Carefully, she reaches out, one hand hovering over the sorcerer's back and the other open beside his, offering him help and support to move away from the stand and deal with... whatever the hell is going on. ] Come on, Dr. Strange. Let's get you somewhere more comfortable.

[ And less dangerous for others, given the sound he'd just made. ]
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[personal profile] fuckinabucket 2025-05-25 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Just that much aggression back home was almost always a precursor to something much worse. Sally has been mobbed enough times to develop some instinctive self protection-- but her defense mechanisms fall short with her gutted inventory. She doesn't have the proper weapon (chemical or otherwise) for a head on fight so there's nothing to grab for in that single moment of intense animosity when her shoulders are grabbed.

Her apology seems to do the trick, but damn if the woman doesn't heavily prefer being properly armed. ]


Evi-fucking-dentially

[ Her festering temper and gnawing anxiety are pointed away from Vi personally; anyone who just got here is probably having a shit day, right?

Sally sighs and scrubs a gloved hand across her forehead, sweating with the distress of a junkie starved. Her withdrawals are actually the least troublesome issue right now. ]


Pretty sure I know the answer to this already but-- you haven't seen a little baby girl around, have you?

[ Her voice is raw and tremulant in defiance of the answer she's already certain she'll get. No one has seen Gwen. She couldn't possibly be that lucky. ]
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-25 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
"I am not used to people with psychic abilities being around. There was only one other person in my world capable of it, that I know of, otherwise I might have shielded better."

If he thought Emma was around he would have been more cautious, or rather, if they did touch minds, he would have known it was her. This is something he'll eventually learn to handle better, when he meets other telepaths like Jean Grey, and the world of psychics widens up. It's a good lesson though; this is not his world. There may be dozens of people here that can sponge off him accidentally.

"I do not think so, now that I'm aware of how open it is." It's an added amount of pressure that he'll have to deal with, shielding himself on a stronger level in case of other telepaths out there, but he can handle one more thing. Probably. He'll just have a continued terrible headache over it. "You're not a telepath, but you're astral projecting, may I ask how?"
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-25 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Do you think I'd willingly claim him if it was?

[ For the first time in the conversation, Jack sounds something other than hopeful or serious, he sounds disgusted. Being Lucifer's son has been a scar on him since the moment he was born. Dean didn't let him forget it for a long time, but it's not as if he could. The question of whether Jack was doomed to be like Lucifer is what most of his life has been surrounding. Three years isn't a long time, but it's long enough to be tired of the same question.

And every bad choice he made, every mistake or accident or foolish trusting of someone else, it made him wonder if he is fighting pointlessly. But Castiel was his rock, the person who was certain of him. It's painful to lack that when looking at the face of the person he loves so deeply. ]


Most of the bad things that happened to me, to all of us, are because of him. I hate him, and I'm glad he's dead.

[ Lucifer stealing his Grace is why his body died, why his soul took over his life force, and why he burned it out killing Michael. Why he killed Mary, why he hates himself. It all comes back to the same person who gave him life. ]
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-25 01:48 am (UTC)(link)

Your vessel. [Was, Connor notes. Past tense.] Did he offer his undergarments freely?

[Connor shifts his hips, balancing his weight atop Curtis’ slumbering form.

Before long, the intruder starts snoring. Quite loudly, in fact: Connor has to increase the volume of his voice ever so slightly.]

My eyes do not shoot laser beams. Does this disappoint you?

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[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-25 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ in jack's position, castiel would blame himself. but he isn't jack, and jack isn't him. jack is so concerned with his parentage, castiel imagines he doesn't really understand yet what it means to be "good". does anyone, though? really? dean is good— and sam, too. but they're good in a way that's beyond his reach, and considering what jack is, it's probably beyond him too.

not because he's lucifer's— but because he's an angel. ]


You have a chance to start a new life here.

You should take it.

[ if they can be from the same universe, as jack thinks they are, then it would mean there's no urgency to return. ]
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[personal profile] tolight 2025-05-25 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ HE'S JUST PRETENDING TO DROWN FOR FUN???? REPEATEDLY??? WADE THE MAN THAT YOU ARE...

She is trying. You did this. Honestly, she'd keep trying if he looked more in danger about the whole thing, or if the glass looked like it was cracking. It takes her a second for her to realize it — when the slamming eventually slows and she narrows her eyes at the shapes that his lips are making. ]
What—

[ A beat. The water's higher than before, that much she's aware of; but there's a lack of tension to his shoulders that's at odds with how urgent this should feel. So she crashes her shoulder into the door again, just for good measure. It doesn't budge. Tries the door knob. Nothing. None of this seems to change what the man is ( or, technically, isn't? ) doing.

It takes a moment, but eventually — she does straighten out again. Her eyes haven't left the interior of the store, the corner of her lips turned down to a frown. It's not like she can read lips, but ... maybe he is okay? This is all very confusing. ]
Are you alright? [ She still says it out loud, words clearly enunciated. It feels wrong to just mouth it. ] Do you need help?