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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.
godjr: (AlexanderCa1502420)

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-25 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
No, I mean trapped for most of humanity's time on Earth, in a cage. He didn't mention possessing you, he was trying to make me like him, he wouldn't have said anything bad about you.

[ Lucifer was very clever that way. He was incredibly careful about what he said regarding the Winchesters, knowing Jack saw them as his family. He was an artful manipulator, and for someone like Jack, he barely had to put in any effort. Jack wanted to believe, because maybe if Lucifer wasn't all evil and could change, he could be less afraid of himself. ]

The only thing I knew was that he was in a cage and then he was on Earth and took over the body of the President, who was my mother's partner. Why would you hide so much?
messenger: staring, face to face, feat. dean (❝ jesus christ ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-25 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
It's not as though he did anything with my body I didn't consent to. I said yes.

[ but he supposes jack may not see the distinction. it wasn't Lucifer who made the wrong step, here. he was only doing what was natural— any living thing trapped would try to escape. ]

I'm the one who let him out.

[ that should be self-explanatory enough, but as he steps into the hotel parking lot, he adds, ]

Because I'm ashamed of the things I've done.
someonetostay: (191)

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-25 03:41 am (UTC)(link)

[Now, Curtis starts mumbling in his sleep. Muffled: “phck this, phck that, phckin’ slugs.”]

He’s very noisy. And his pronunciation of “fuck” is relatively uncommon.

I’m powered by thirium. Would it matter if I ran on electricity?

avo: (pic#17866696)

[personal profile] avo 2025-05-25 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Matt chuckles, nodding. ]

Duly noted.

[ And yeah, he absolutely looks silly in the apron — though to be fair, not a whole lot of people could pull off the 'Cool Guy Who Works At A Grocery Store' look.

But as he stands with the mop handle between both hands, not quite seeing the goop within the bucket but knowing it's there, he probably does seem out of place. His clothing is a little too big, a little too worn, he could probably do with a shave, and he doesn't own a single tie in this place — not that that would do him any favours with a gig like this one.

He shrugs now. ]


I don't remember them asking. But I needed work and it seemed easy enough. And aside from the goop, no one's complained about the floors.
messenger: eyes closed, brows raised, head tilt (❝ we see each other plain ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-25 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Do you think it's some regional dialect?

[ this is an entirely different world, after all. ]

Because I can control it.

[ castiel lifts a hand and snaps his fingers. in an instant, all the lights go out at once. just the lights, though. castiel is careful not to affect connor, just in case. ]
primepool: ([la] 102)

[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-25 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[His gasp is. Aghast.] All of that was honest! [Seriously, it's like because he gives more than one or two spoken lines of dialogue, suddenly everything has to be a lie! Sheesh, all these people have such trust issues. (Him included.)] Okay, not the power meter part, I don't know anything about electricity.

[Possibly to a harrowing degree.]

Okay, listen. [He would hold his hands up in a nonthreatening gesture, but he's still. Frozen. Oh, god, he thinks his dick might be going numb from this position, actually.] Wade Winston Wilson, nonlocal but still very much the merc extraordinaire, personally burdened with way more knowledge than any one man can handle. And I know you're thinking, okay, why the window, and why now? First, for comedic effect and to entice the masses for attention, and second, because I have only four bucks on me and I could really use a smoke. With all the candles and the fire, I was passing and by and thinking, wow, there's someone who really knows what to do with fire in a way that isn't arson. Or I guess this could be a subtle form of pre-arson, if you like taking it really slow.
Edited (another, stupider joke) 2025-05-25 03:54 (UTC)
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-25 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's looking at him a sec too long, and for a moment, he's gotta wonder if she recognizes him from somewhere. Wouldn't be the first. He's not exactly incognito, and neither are the X-Men.

Then the moment passes. Logan plucks a couple things off the shelf for himself. He's not picky about what he eats. ]
Heard more than a few say that.

[ Himself included, but he's bumped into a couple who seem especially out of place. "Never seen a fucking steering wheel in their lives" out of place. Pretty sure somebody with the brains for it might put something together out of that fact, but Logan's more preoccupied with figuring out what the hell he's supposed to do now. Search for a way outta here? Stick around 'til he can confirm going back won't break the entire world apart?

Kind of throws a wrench in his mission, being here. He can't even tell if he finished it or if something went sideways somewhere or what. ]


What's your name, kid?
potentialman: (Wizard music.)

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-25 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Indiana...that's...middle of the United States somewhere, right?

[ Look, even for a nerd like him...your country is effin' huge, it's hard to keep track of it all. He scoops up a couple other bags. Consomme, kushikatsu, plum bonito...it's not a bad assortment, really? Maybe he should try some of the weird probably alien stuff while he's at it... ]

Some version of Earth, at least. [ He pauses a moment, eyeing the way the bags are floating in the air, although he doesn't seem surprised to see it. ] Is this common, in yours?

[ Levitating objects would fit right in with some of the cursed techniques Megumi's seen, so that in itself isn't remarkable. But keeping a low profile doesn't seem to be high on the priority list, which presents a couple of possibilities. Maybe it's completely ordinary where this guy comes from, not something he'd have to worry about hiding from normal people.

Or maybe he just has the same careless sense of "fuck you, I do what I want" as Gojo-sensei. (In which case, boy, Megumi sure knows how to pick them, doesn't he?) ]
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-25 04:03 am (UTC)(link)

I believe that would be the most logical explanation.

[Perhaps wherever Gavin might have been from: a specific suburb of Detroit, or another part of Michigan. Maybe somewhere else in the United States.

Which leads Connor to believe that Curtis came here just like him. Potentially not a “local” at all, but clearly he’s been here long enough to feel comfortable robbing people.]

You’re an angel who can control electricity. [At the very least, Connor has seen the latter firsthand: something that cannot be denied by the logic of his own world.

His eyes dart back to the slug container, where most of the slugs have either escaped or are curled over the rim. The largest of the slugs remains, as if self-proclaimed King of the Slug Receptacle.]

heritors: (pic#7343754)

YES sounds perfect!

[personal profile] heritors 2025-05-25 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ The whole thing doesn't look pretty, as shadowed and grey as all of it is; the only reason she manages to curb her instinct to flinch is because she's too busy moving forward, the question of his well being on the tip of her tongue—

Until she realizes what it was that fell on him. ]
Gods. [ On an exhale. Lucina's hands stutter forward before she drops to her knees and tries to reach out to where she thinks the worst of the bleeding is, putting pressure on the wound. As if something would follow and magically fix itself once she did that. She can feel the barely-there rise and fall of their chest. The second hand joins the first.

( She remembers Brady mentioning it once, the first time she stumbled into the medical tents when they were desperate for an extra set of hands. Slow the bleeding until the magic can do its work. Earn them the few seconds they need before they're able to get to them.

There's no magic here. The few seconds here doesn't matter. )

She looks up to Amos, eyes wide in the dark. If they were to call for help now, who would even respond? Would they even get here in time? Quietly— ]
We— I don't— [ They were expecting a fight. ]
primepool: ([la] 046)

[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-25 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[He laughs, slapping the sill of the car's door.] I knew it! Oh my god, no one's gonna believe me. Wow, what a name to live up to.

[It's okay, he's just filing that away for fun. That's a little secret between him and anyone in the know. It's just a gorgeous, dulcet little thing. The kind of voice he could listen to read the entirety of The Two Towers. 'Cause, fuck, there's no other way he's getting through that.

Wade gives absolutely no explanation for the question, taking a skip backwards to let him out of the car. Sure, he could yoink it, but look at this poor, French bastard. He's not gonna find another one easily out here.]


Yeah, just a flat. Think the guy who sold it to me was playing a little joke, so it blew up -- wait a sec, you said cars are new to you? Buddy, this might be above your paygrade. [Though that's nicer than he would've expected, given the circumstances.] No way. Let me guess. Someone gave you a guide to cars, and you... you actually drove that thing all the way out here?

[You know what, hat's off. That's some crazy bullshittery. He's so into it.] That's sick. You run over anyone on the way out here, gorgeous?
heritors: (pic#9218479)

[personal profile] heritors 2025-05-25 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miss Lucina... cute. I hope he gives her a cute nickname one day.

But for now, they're stuck in the middle of nowhere with bigger problems to handle. For all the gravity he brings, she seems to match it with ease — all of it is important and what he's saying is valuable. She finds herself nodding along, and she looks a little thoughtful as she glances back out into the lot. ]


I'm the same way. [ Though, actually... ] ... Perhaps we can cover more ground together by — ah — test driving a wider variety, as you've said, and sharing our findings after. If you'd be amenable.
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[personal profile] heritors 2025-05-25 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh goodbye...

Or, more accurately: she's been caught! Sheepishness flashes across her face briefly, her whole frame stuttering as she's caught between doing what she was supposed to do and— ]
If you don't mind. [ Maybe she can learn something too. Lucina returns to stand by windows of the back seat, watching through the glass. It's the crash course she didn't get while she was overwhelmed over at Yom Crook's.

She tenses, a little, when there's a sudden pop! from the latches opening. A little twitch of her finger for a sword, just in case. None of it goes anywhere — she looks up. The coast is still clear — as far as she can see past the opened front and back of her car, anyway. ]


Was that supposed to happen? [ She didn't know they were doors... Why do they open upwards... ]
heritors: (pic#10680537)

[personal profile] heritors 2025-05-25 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a certain joy to watching someone in their element — the motions they've likely gone through time and time again. She might be stuck in the middle of nowhere and resorting to the kindness of a stranger, but it really is the little things in life. There's a curious glance at the tire iron, but most of her attention's on Logan at this point.

She circles back around to watch him hunch over and start work. ]


Ah — no. They're not ... we don't have anything close to it where I'm from. [ Again; if it was a carriage, maybe she'd be able to do something about that.

A beat, and then she settles beside him. ]
... Thank you, by the way. I won't let this go unpaid.
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[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-25 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Circumstances as they are, it seems time is something we will have to spare.

[ He's in good enough humor about it, but there is a harsh reality: as far as they know, they have arrived on a strange world by some unknown force with no clear method of returning to their own stars.

Knowledgeable as he is about travel between worlds and times, he is without the same resources at his disposal. And he will gladly rely on the expertise of those around him.

The question isn't quite as simple as it may seem--his fate, at times, felt writ in the annals of history, following in the footsteps of a future he chose to avert. But what this charming woman means is a bit different, isn't it? His left ear flicks with a quirk of his lips. ]


Not quite like this. [ That much is an honest answer. ] I have a friend who employs tarot cards in battle, though he does consult them for guidance on occasion. How does this work, exactly?
primepool: ([la] 187)

[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-25 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[There's not a chance that a guy with a face that lovable would be here to kill him or laugh at his misery, though honestly, he could pretty much do anything to Wade as long as his ears wiggled while he did it. My god. Look at them. They're so... so big. He's got to touch one.

People have died for less.

Whatever he says with those gorgeously horny oversized lips, Wade just nods and gives him a thumbs-up. G'raha could've called him a world-class arschgeige in three different languages and Wade would've thanked him for it at this point.

Don't worry, he's still sort of drowning. He'll remember eventually to pantomime this right before the cat man runs off.]
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[personal profile] avo 2025-05-25 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
I like to be prepared.

[ There's a hint of amusement edged in his voice, a kind of 'I'll never tell' laced within it as Matt starts opening said small box to dig around for the appropriate medical supplies. It could even, maybe, be construed as 'coy'.

Nevertheless, Matt starts with the cloth and a little bit of antiseptic, crouching before Cassian with impressive coordination for a guy who supposedly can't see. He leans in with a gentle, tentative touch to start wiping at the blood that's been dried around Cassian's nose. He knows from experience and a few too many hits to the face what a bruised or broken nose feels like, how tender it can feel — and so he tests out the other man's pain threshold first.

He isn't usually the one administering the medical aid, but he knows how it's done. And honestly, it's almost (almost) a refreshing change to be on the other end of the process. ]


Let me know if this is okay.
potentialman: (Completely unwarranted confidence.)

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-25 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ He wasn't sure initially, given that the sounds of the storm were likely more than enough to drown out whatever was happening inside--but that does confirm it. No sense in trying to talk, then.

The glass did feel pretty solid, but then again...

Megumi takes a couple steps back and to the side, twisting his hands to form the shape of an elephant. (If you squint really hard, at least. Or have a deep familiarity with esoteric shadow puppets.) ]


Banshou.

[ Darkness swirls around his feet, coalescing into the form of an elephant. A full sized, very solid elephant, shifting its weight between its feet and eyeing the window as if to take its measure.

Megumi waves and gestures to the side of the room. Maybe this won't work, but if it does, standing too close to the window is probably not the best place to be. ]
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[personal profile] haemophile 2025-05-25 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps we've all gotten on your grandfather's bad side," he says, laughing sarcastically, but it dawns on him that the lad is possibly a bit simple, so maybe he ought to play things straighter. So to speak. Who would think their grandfather has the power to send them through time and space?

"Anyway." He is no longer interested in the brake drum, fleeting as his attention span is, and he sets it back down where he found it. "I'm prepared to play along with all this nonsense for now. I suggest you do the same, lest you run afoul of the mastermind behind it all."
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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-25 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ At least she's being reasonable. Others in her position might not be so quick acquise that it was in, fact an accident. After all, it's not as if he could have seen through the door. He didn't have powers except a resounding ability to find himself embroiled in situations that he had no intention of getting into in the first place.

Her dry humour earns a brief laugh from him even though it comes across as more like a breath than anything else. The mystery about whether or not there's a breaker box on this floor can wait as he motions for her to enter his room first. ]


I made the mistake of picking it up at the supermarket. Something in its programming means it's coded to me now.

[ Lucky him. ]

Let me go get the first aid kit. Have a seat.
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ITS FINE TOTALLY FINE

[personal profile] adrenalines 2025-05-25 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ john probably should have considered the opposing forces a little more than he did, but he does assume - or at least some part of him assumes - that bob has enough of a survival instinct to either hold himself back from the wheel, or just put his arms in the way to cushion between the forehead and the wheel. the reality is that john doesn't really think about it, assumes bob will have it figured out, and that whatever happens here will be better than him going headlong into a tree, or another car, or some poor bystander in the street.

so he's going to stop the van. and he's going to stop bob with it. and while he hears the air bags go off and feels the crunch of the van itself under his hands, it's better than the alternative.

john himself hasn't been here very long - a couple of days, maybe a week at most. but he's gotten enough of a hang of this place to at least know the basics, how the city works and how these loans are meant to keep people tied down. it's not all that new to him, he's seen the same system work in countries he'd been deployed to, systems of economic oppression, etc etc etc. he'd done what he could to stay out of it, started going on supply runs, and had been making what he thought to be a fairly decent dent in his debt.

but if bob has been here this whole time, or even part of this time, that opens up an entirely different set of variables. a whole different dimension to what he'd started to assume this place worked.

as soon as the van has been stopped, john needs a few moments to extract his fingers from the metal, stretching out the muscles of his hands, his shoulders. for all that he feels like he's tested the limits of the serum, he's still always figuring things out. he wonders if his shoulders will be sore tomorrow (they will) but he's also... vaguely impressed with himself for literally stopping a moving car.

he walks around a bit in a circle, trying to loosen the muscles back out, and test just how bad the burned out soles of his boots feel. they're not great, he's going to need replacements, but they're workable for now. doable. uncomfortable, but not the worst. he stops just as bob comes out of the van, with that same easy smile - grateful? dopey? john's not sure. but it does have him smiling back, a little surprised by how relieved he feels, too. bob might not be the entire team- hell, bob might not even really be one of the working members of the team as far as the active missions are concerned, but bob is still bob. and survival is easier in numbers. ]


Yeah- fine. [ john says, easy, rolling his shoulder once. nodding. ] Don't worry about the boots. You alright? [ a beat, and then john's smile disappears. ] Wait- Panorama? [ he knows the city, but something doesn't quite add up. ] How long've you been here, Bob?
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-25 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Apparently had time to eat it, too. Logan plants a foot on a chair and decides he's not gonna ask what Peter means by not here specifically. Instead, he sips his beer and gives a vague shrug. ]

Professor found me.

[ Reached out to him, more like, and then Logan tracked him down, but the details don't matter. Either way, looks like Peter's from the same decade, just about. Still young. Same as how Charles is still young.

As for the others? Well, that's more complicated. ]


You staying here, then?
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[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-25 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Eventually everyone's gonna learn, real quick, that there is not a time in his life Wade's ever kept his mouth shut. And that was even before the whole sad backstory part!

Whooa, cowboy. There's a little startle in his heartbeat, but it's only from the quickness of it -- he's human, after all, haha, relatively speaking -- and those instincts don't just go away when you can survive a disemboweling. (Very unfun, by the way, that's like a 2/10 Yelp review, do not recommend.) Logan in his face, threatening him, though, that's like an everyday thing for him. (Literally. They're roommates.)]
Come on, it's only our first date.

[This is goddamn familiar. It's part of how their universe works, but he can't say it isn't sort of fuckin' weird. That's a face he's known well, except tuned back at least a decade, considering the wrinkles. Or maybe all the heavy drinking just did a bad number on ol' current-day Wolvie.] Really? You're gonna act like you're only a dick 'cause it's 4 AM? You don't even have a watch!

[Okay, so if Wade wasn't someone who couldn't die, he'd have a point. Logan doesn't know that. Wade suddenly doesn't want him to know it, actually, because he has a feeling it'd piss him off even worse, and even if it's not a Logan who knows him, it's -- they're all Logan, they're all baseline, and they're like him. Not someone who's gonna gawk at his face or blush a pretty shade because he stuck his sword in the wrong guy. Or the right guy. Or himself.

Maybe he misses what he had. 'Cause he did have it. He had it all. A dog, Laura, Al, a table where every seat was filled and this feeling like he'd finally fucking done something. He'd done something right. He'd done it for them (he would've done anything for them.) Even if it'd taken Logan to show him how the fuck to do it, in the end he'd had --

The F word. The one that still doesn't come easy to him.]


I'll do you better. I'll give you circuitous one. I... was an X-Man* once. [He doesn't pull out of Logan's grip. Just lets him squeeze all those sexy metal bones around him -- ones he knows pretty damn intimately now. Oh, god, the slide of his glove up one of those bad boy's femurs... right, an answer, he was giving one, not fantasizing, 'cause that combined with the wanted wanton aggression is gonna lead this plot down some NSFW avenues soon.] Long enough to know I'm not meant to be one, and you are.

[There. Real honesty. Aren't you proud, ma? ]
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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-25 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ If that earnest gratitude were an actual light it would have momentarily blinded Cassian. Alphinaud is nothing like Wilmon; no one who knew Wilmon would dare make the comparison. They have both clearly come from different walks of life from the way he holds himself and the way he speaks. But the way Alphinaud brightens reminds him so painfully of the young boy Wilmon had once been.

Try as he might, Cassian knew he could no longer draw a curtain across the cruelties of the world from Wilmon who had seen too much, felt too much, lost too much. All of this has nothing at all to do with teaching a kid how to drive a car - and he would have anyway. But this more or less cements a baseline level of care that Cassian would extend to him for as long as this driving lesson lasted.

That much he could at least offer. ]


Cassian.

[ Maybe that's also why he doesn't offer up a false name. Will this possibly come back and bite him in the ass? Yes. But he's about to give driving lessons, not embark on a mission. When they're both settled in the car he'll pointedly strap himself in before motioning to the ignition. ]

Putting the key in there will star the engine. But make sure your seat and mirrors are adjusted first. They'll help you see your blind spots.
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[personal profile] lessnosey 2025-05-25 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Usopp immediately brightens at the sound of his own name -- never mind that he does not recognize the voice that says it! Just the sweet, sweet confirmation that someone must clearly be attached to his world out at sea has to be something-- And so he swivels around toward the sound of the voice, his arms up and a toothy grin aimed at Chopper.]

Heeeey! Usopp's here for you-- [He stops, and his brain catches up with what he's looking at. A very short, very cute reindeer that he definitely would have recognized if he'd met them before. His hands lower a little, and he rubs his chin.] --you... you!
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