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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.
faithfall: (Default)

he's never done anything wrong in his life

[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-25 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Adrian glares at him. He's not particularly adept at lip reading himself, but he can understand the context and the expression well enough. ] You—!

[ He's awfully cheeky for a man with blood running down his arm. Adrian makes a flippant gesture in return, the effect somewhat ruined by the fact that he splashes himself in the face, having momentarily forgotten how high the water has become.

He doesn't forget again.

The moment the man is gone, the water begins rising again, freezing cold and almost certainly bloated with the faces of dead men. That cold seems to slice right into his chest, and though he's able to tread water and keep his head above it, the room between the water and the ceiling shrinks by the second.

Though he knows it's futile, he calls to his patron. ]
Raphael— you must hear me. That man—

[ It's a waste of breath that he sorely misses the moment that the water closes over his head. He doesn't know why he expected it to be any different. He holds his breath, lungs burning far too quickly.

Down here, the faces seem endless, the blur of his own memory like a silent accusation. There are so many he can't even remember them anymore. He should simply open his mouth, breathe in the cold, and join them where he belongs. He would, if he was a better man.

He presses a hand to his own chest, golden light bleeding from his palm. Though his lungs still burn, healing magic buys him a few more moments... and moments, it appears, are all he needs.

Bless that man. Literally, perhaps.

The water recedes very rapidly, though not before he takes in a few sputtering mouthfuls of it. The moment his feet touch the ground, he begins wading toward the door, gripping the wall to keep himself upright. His head throbs.

Something is terribly wrong with this place, to say the least. Though he's coughing intermittently, Adrian is already making his way out to look for his rescuer, fear still thick in his chest. Anything could have happened to him. He should have conserved more of his magic. What if—? ]
Hello? Are— are you here?
skelters: (brokiloen) (Default)

[personal profile] skelters 2025-05-25 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Player Name: Fyn
Contact: plurk @ sdat, or journal PM

TDM Participation: TL, and tag ins here + more to come as I hit up this tdm! super excited for it!
RP History: most recent game i was in is Expiation - other notable games i was in include Agoge and Meadowlark (wow really dredging the bottom of the barrel here with my rp history) before I took a gigantic RP break ... sorry, honestly my brain is literally like a sieve re: games but here is my (slightly outdated) musebox!
thetruefocus: (hand on face)

[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-25 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Speaking with the future Charles, he did get a sense of the man he became, and it was someone he was proud of, but he felt he still needed time to get there. He had lost a great deal of what made him that hopeful and powerful man. He knew from both Logan and Charles what an extraordinary place the school became, and witnessed through them the many mutants who made it their home. It was a beautiful idea, a dream made into reality through perseverence and time.

It feels like a heavy wave of emotions crashes over his head with every word that Scott speaks, and there is a very real part of him that wants to argue. He wants to deny that he, this him at least, should be revered. Not with his mistakes, with the regrets he's carried with him for years. Scott may be glad to meet a hero in his youth but perhaps didn't expect to see Charles struggle with words in response to that, and to see tears well up in his eyes.

It's slightly embarrassing but it's honest, and he takes a deep breath in and lets it out before responding. ]


I apologize, it's ... been a difficult few years. I'm afraid I haven't truly become the man you know yet. I gave up on the school, on the whole dream, for a time.

[ Without Erik and Raven, and then with the personal losses of his students and teachers, Charles just spiraled out and he became a shut in, seeing only the darkness in front of him. He doesn't want Scott to think that he is the same as the man he admires. ]

I can only aspire to that now, and I do. So thank you.
godjr: (AlexanderCa1500516)

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-25 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
I ... don't think I should. Wouldn't it be giving up on Dean and Sam? They need me to fight Chuck or die trying.

[ There is a part of Jack that would probably genuinely do well starting a new life. Maybe not easily, with his power being what it is and his instability barely under control, but to not be forced into a hunter lifestyle and to be just a person, that could be very good for him. But responsibility was thrust onto his shoulders from the day he was born. He was supposed to do great things, usually to prove that he wasn't Lucifer. ]

Isn't that selfish?
mechatheism: (pic#17552566)

[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-25 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[If his inherent crowd control abilities are helpful, then he will utilize them--and it does seem like most of the people in this store want to give the eight-foot cloaked figure something of a wide berth. Hopefully it's advantageous to An Zhe, too.

He looks down, briefly, as if he's not sure how to introduce himself in response. After a moment, he answers.
]

It's Viktor.

[Just Viktor. Nothing else right now--not anymore.]
primepool: ([la] 115)

[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-25 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, if he thought Logan was bad, it's gonna be all the worse when Scott has to psychically deal with the fact there's now two of them, and neither one can die.

But Wade is definitely the worse one. For sure. For one, Logan actually leaves rooms when he's tired of people --

Bracing himself didn't really help as much as he was thinking it would. But for a guy who's been bisected multiple times in his life (please don't ask, it's embarrassing), it still hurts less than having all his organs crudely splash upon the ground as his body is ripped apart. However, the lower level of pain (it still hurts, don't get him wrong) doesn't stop Wade from flinching as the room lights up. Wade makes a sound akin to when Goofy's unmentionables get set on fire as he catapults backwards, not only through a wall but over the balcony, ass over heels, until he splatters against the motel's dodgy pavement, which is stained enough that Wade suspects this is not the first time someone's been thrown over the balcony. Or been blasted from it.

Several bones begin to reknit together after their snapping, and he groans as he jerks his leg back into place.

First gratuitous injury of the game, folks!]
I knew you had it in you, tiger! I wanna do it again!

[Once he heals this scalded skin under the large, still-smoking burnt hole in his suit, yeah. Oh, shit. He doesn't have a tailor anymore. (He never had one.) Well, chalk up his next paycheck to a sewing kit.]
Edited 2025-05-25 05:02 (UTC)
messenger: neutral, profile, chin resting against hands (❝ no it's a fruit ❞)

cw suicidal thoughts

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-25 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ castiel waves a hand, nonchalant. he can feel himself receed from the emotional immediacy of the conversation, the same as he receeded into Lucifer. ironic, isn't it? but jack must know about that already, if it's how he came to be. there's nothing to confess. ]

If you really believe we're from the same timeline, then this place isn't obeying the laws of time as we'd expect. Which means you and I are essentially free to do as we like.

[ of course, it's important to note that he doesn't believe this, so he's not off the hook. but perhaps there's nothing to be done about it anyways. it's not like he deserves to see dean again. that last glimpse will have to nourish him for the rest of his sorry life. his own fault, again. as always. hopefully, it won't last too long. ]
messenger: head tilt, squint, brow furrowed (❝ no he does not ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-25 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. He prayed to me.

[ that snoring is very annoying. castiel walks over and slaps a hand over curtis' mouth. ]

... No. [ a little. ] Could you upgrade?
someonetostay: (357)

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-25 02:37 am (UTC)(link)

[Logged: praying to an “angel” is giving them consent.

To take and wear one’s underwear, at the very least.]

I could, yes. If someone were to design such an upgrade. The possibilities are quite vast, although I’m not sure if the people here are familiar with androids.

[Or the kind Connor is, anyway. But they could learn, perhaps. Maybe even Connor himself will be able to learn how to modify his body.

After Castiel puts his hand over Curtis’ mouth, the intruder starts breathing heavily through his nose. Something closer to snorting, like a pig. He also starts drooling on Castiel’s hand.]

godjr: (AlexanderCa1500092)

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-25 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Is that what you want?

[ It's a hard idea to get his mind around. If Jack is stuck here, he will try to make the most of the life he has, because there's no other choice. And since he can't try to use his portals yet, being unstable as he is, he can't force his way back right now. So he'll have to accept the situation and survive it. But he feels like there is a difference between going 'okay' about being stuck and wanting to actively stay there on purpose.

Jack has a lot of feelings but he is intuitive, as Castiel himself said to Lucifer once, and if he can get past his own anxieties about this situation, he can see a little clearer. His eyebrows furrow and he steps closer to Castiel, tilting his head slightly. ]


Castiel, what happened, before you came here? You said you were fighting the Darkness. How?
primepool: ([la] 123)

[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-25 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Whoa, whoa, whoa, a lot of that is absolutely the TVA's fault. Actually, all of it was. Because? They have to be the only corporation in existence where their middle managers aren't middle managing, or they would've probably had a slightly superior superior who sniffed out that Paradox was crazy. And Evil. And British. And so upset at Mangold that he was going to destroy arguably the whole reason the MCU exists! That specifically being Earth-10005.

Man, that plot sounds so contrived when you write it out like that.

Hold on a second, does that say he trusts him?! How does he get that printed on a shirt? A set of personalized stationery? A string of those triangle flag things he can use to garrote the next guy who tries to break into his apartment? Sorry, sorry, he's not peeking into internal monologues here, bye.

Wade makes a noise between a "whew" and a sort of choked guffaw.]
Ohh, yeah, I'd say so, yep. Let's just say you've lost the plot a little... (Or the plot left you behind, it happens to the best of us.)

[And Wade's gonna plaster himself in a chair (but backwards, because he's an actual child) since, let's be real, Cable inviting him to stay for more time is about similar to being handled a real life unicorn composed entirely of diamonds. It's a priceless treasure.

(And Wade really could use a familiar face.)]
Wasted? Excuse you, I saved every single timeline in the multiverse. [Off Cable's expression, which is probably very similar to the last two 100x100's of frowning appearing in this conversation.] Hey! Don't you dare give me that look, I'm being serious this time. I saved every timeline. From Chuck's evil, strangely equally bald twin, who almost blew it all up with one of the over-designed Mcguffins I've ever seen set designers pour sweat into. Like, they literally named it a "Timeripper". Gee, I wonder what that's gonna do?

[Anyway. Wade shrugs, leaning back, like it's very much another day in the life of, crossing his arms over his chest 'cause he's so satisfied with how his story's going. Because there's no huge, incredibly unbelievable leap between killing pedophiles in one movie and then saving the entire multiverse in the next.] Also Wolverine was there. As a cameo.
Edited 2025-05-25 04:58 (UTC)
messenger: (❝ into the fire you go ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-25 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
... I gave up my body to Lucifer. Shouldn't you know that?

[ he almost sounds annoyed. it's a little funny, though, actually, in the kind of way that makes his stomach hurt. if he's both the reason jack came to be, and the person who emancipated his tormentor. ]
messenger: shock, lips parted, stare (❝ jail for dean ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-25 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ well, almost. but castiel would be happy to tell him the specifics.

once he's done wiping his hand off on curtis' shirt. scowling, he javs two fingers into his forehead, intending to stop the sound, whether that means a quick clearing of the sinuses or a slight alteration of his nasal passage to allow him to breathe without making that awful sound. ]


You need someone to design it for you?
mechatheism: (pic#17552563)

[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-25 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[If Viktor notices that interest, he certainly doesn't show it--though he doesn't show much of anything on his expressionless face. He does find it more likely that this is some kind of multiversal happening, though he doesn't want to think about another anomaly.

A biological factor hasn't yet occurred to him.
]

What do you mean?
haemophile: (pic#17639445)

[personal profile] haemophile 2025-05-25 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[A different direction... what dark sorcery could this be...

Laszlo's not touching the phone, so the little pixel snake hits the wall and dies in about two seconds. Again, the same prompts: 'Try Again' and 'Last Screen.'

He Tries Again, just to test the theory. And true to form, the snake starts from the other side of the screen.]


No discernible pattern. It doesn't appear to be affected by any outside stimulus.
betenoir: (Resignation)

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-25 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Humor as a means of disarming. Renoir can almost accept it, but he cannot afford to appreciate it. Not when he is alone in this place. Not when he needs to keep standing for that day he will no longer be alone.

His fingers curl around the handle of his cane, lifting it off the ground. But he repositions the tip rather than bring it to bear as he had done upon the beach. His head angles, almost positioning itself on his shoulder.]


That strange contraption? I believe so.

[The price of which is nothing. It is hardly the biggest debt he owes across his lifetime.]

Do you intend to leave this city alone?

[Are you in this city alone? Are your friends here? Does he need to make contingency plans? Will he have other people on which to direct his attention?]
someonetostay: (110)

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-25 03:05 am (UTC)(link)

I’m familiar with my components but not how to make them. If my thirium pump were to be damaged, for example. [Connor doesn’t think before providing this sensitive bit of information.] I would die. It would be helpful if someone could make me spare parts or upgrades, or...

Maybe someday I could make my own. Androids are — [were?] — reliant on humans for biocomponents and blood in this way.

[Curtis’ snoring does soften, but only after a few deep huffs that sound quite similar to oinking.

Connor cocks his head and asks:]

What are you doing to him?

littlemushroom: (083)

[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-25 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[[This mushroom was not one to question how many names a person had. Viktor was Viktor, and that was a nice two syllable word. An Zhe liked the way the consonants clicked in his thoughts.]]

Viktor. [[Hm, yes, that felt satisfying too.]]

Thank you for letting me follow along.
avo: (pic#17866698)

[personal profile] avo 2025-05-25 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Matt has to strain his hearing in order to get the gist of what is being communicated. It doesn't help that the water is sloshing around him (and slowly and steadily filling the room even further), and the sound of his heart pounding is pulsating in his ears. It's almost deafening.

But he hears her.

With slippery fingers, he manages to turn the laminated sheet over and keep it flat against the glass, pressing a palm there. He can only hope that the right words are written on it, that they're legible, and that whatever his rescuer has to do is simple enough before this room fills up the last breath of oxygen in it.

There's still time, he reminds himself. ]


Anything?
godjr: (AlexanderCa1502895)

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-25 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
No. Sometimes I think you all don't tell me things because you think it'll protect me, but it just makes me more vulnerable.

[ Maybe Jack would have been better equipped to handle the angels when they used him soulless if he had a better sense of who they were. In many ways, sheltering him from so much made him less capable of facing the world. But Jack understands. It was complicated, raising someone like him. They did their best. He maybe feels a little bit of that frustration though. ]

Lucifer was in your vessel with you? Is that when he left confinement? He told me he was trapped for most of time. And then he possessed the vessel that my mother was with.
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-25 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Viktor.

[He says, simply. That's it! That's all he's got!]
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ehhhhhhh idk timelines, we'll just go with it

[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-25 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
It's odd, right?

[ This feels certifiably like an odd conversation she's having with him, but it's no more unnerving than speaking to a white Nevron. No, actually, it's definitely more unnerving and uncomfortable, but there's not much she can do in the moment. And she's committed herself down this path for the time being. The only way out is through.

Sciel can't know his thoughts but she can almost imagine where they're headed. Will you be looking for help? Will there be more Expeditioners? Will the others be there?

And she answers honestly: ]


If I have to, then yes. It's not ideal but there's no one else.

[ No one she's come across, at the very least. So if she's the only one, then that's that, and it's likely easier that way. If Sciel is the only collateral on offer, then it's a better trade than to involve too many variables. And she'd never forgive herself if her dalliance with peace cost one of the others their safety.

She gives a half-hearted shrug. ]


I don't know what anyone else here has gone through. These others who have shown up from...other worlds. [ She doesn't like the way it sounds in her mouth, too fantastical. ] I can't ask them to make that risk. I've got less than a year left now. It's better that I take the chance.
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[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-25 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
There's another reason I might have hidden so much,

[ he looks back a moment, obviously confused. ]

He took control— I was happy to cede it.

[ why would Lucifer lie about that? ]
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-25 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[By now he is accustomed to the occasional passing vehicle, though he still puts himself on alert, knowing that anyone coming to a stop out here either needs assistance, or is looking to take advantage. This is a small one--something like a motorized velocipede, and as it approaches it doesn't seem to be slowing, which is good. It means that it will likely pass them by.

Still, he doesn't want to be distracted while that happens (just in case), and he urges Jayce out from under their on truck so that he can set it down. The bicycle is closer, now, and it still isn't slowing. In fact, it seems to be doing the opposite, while altering its trajectory in exactly their direction.

He understands what's about to happen. Though he's confident enough in his own impervious nature, even to something like a vehicular crash, he can't say the same for whoever is riding the bike. They must not realize--or they must have some kind of death wish.

Viktor does the first thing he can think of. He steps in front of Jayce, ostensibly to protect him, but the Hexclaw is what goes to work, arcing over his head and cycling through a blindingly-quick series of runes. The motorcycle closes the distance but no actual impact comes. Instead, she'll be jerked forward into a sudden halt as Viktor alters the motorcycle's personal gravity.

He suspends it, and its rider, several inches above the ground, its wheels spinning uselessly with no traction against the dirt.
]
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[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-25 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Fixing him.

[ but it doesn't seem like it's working. castiel rolls his eyes and takes his hand away to cross his arms. ]

He has a minor nasal defect.

[ that's some interesting information, but he's not sure how much he can help. castiel sofens and shakes his head. ]

I don't know anything about technology. I don't even know if my powers would work on you.

[ though— ]

Do you run on electricity?