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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] thetruefocus 2025-05-25 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
No, it didn't. But I wiped the memory of those in the government who could find us, at least.

[ Including Moira, for her own good. His decisions are not always correct and moral, and that was one of the questionable ones, but Charles feels certain it was the right course. The less people know about them the better. So despite the fact everyone does remember the conflict on the beach, the details are not remembered by those in charge, who tried to make the mutant branch in the first place. Charles will do what he must to protect his students now, after he failed them so thoroughly.

Erik's continued acceptance of his mistakes though does go a way toward making Charles see that perhaps he is headed toward a better understanding. Taking responsibility even when Charles is giving him an out, that he appreciates. His eyes gentle as they meet Erik's and he smiles faintly at him. ]


I use what tricks I have at my disposal.

[ Emotional manipulation is something he excels at! He understands emotions very well after all. But he was attempting to make a point and it's clear that Erik has taken that point, whether or not he's decided to agree to it. They move up in the line, they're almost at the front. He'll get his free samples and then maybe allow Erik to buy him one food item. Reluctantly. ]

Perhaps not. And then what purpose would Professor X and Magneto have in this new world?

[ It's said almost as a joke but it is completely serious at the same time. Charles has no idea what his purpose is outside of being the leader of the X-Men and a professor once more. ]
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-25 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Some people might take issue with the way Charles used his powers that day; Erik is definitely not one of those people. It was the safest course of action, for everyone involved, that no human there remembers too much about that day. About them, in general. Morality be damned.

He holds Charles's gaze, and matches his smile. It feels easier. Not fixed, far from it, but the weight lessens, at least a little, and there's a distinct feeling in him that he's just taken a step in the right direction. He doesn't know what his future is, not anymore anyway, so that feeling is all he has to go on. He'll cling to it, if he must. ]


I'm sure we'll think of something.

[ Finding a purpose, having a goal, it's but a matter of adapting to their new circumstances. And clearly this world is not without its problems, so he has no doubt that they would find their own sort of purpose here. Something to give their presence here meaning. Even when Charles has struggled to find that over the past ten years, and Erik is at a point where he lacks direction.

At least, he thinks, I'm not alone. And it's a strange thought to creep into his mind right now, when he'd pretty much committed himself to living entirely on his own for the foreseeable future. ]


I think we're up.

[ He tilts his head to the line ahead, just a couple more people in front of them. Maybe a good idea not to be lost in deep, serious conversation when their turn comes. ]
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[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-25 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it works. whether or not he means it to, it is all karen really needs. the fact that it seems to go both ways would only make it better, make her feel less like she is being taken care of and more like she might be able to provide something, anything, in return. but these are all things they can deal with when they aren't in imminent danger, and now that karen doesn't feel adrift, she can actually do something about getting them out. both of them.

she doesn't really want to extract herself from him, the physical touch doing a lot to keep her grounded, but she can't be the reason either of them are slowed down. there is a way out of this, and a key part is that both of them need to be able to move. to search. and there's something in his eyes, in the things he doesn't say when she mentions you too, okay? settles that for her, too. it isn't just a hallucination, it isn't just her own regrets coming back to haunt her. there is something going on in this room, in this building, is happening to them both. and if anything she just heard about herself might be something he is seeing, dealing with...

him being here is what pulled her out of her trance. so, maybe, her being here can keep him from doing the same.

he rubs at the back of his neck, and Karen watches him, waits - patient - for him to come to some kind of decision. when he spares her a glance, she gives him a small smile- trying to be reassuring, trying to communicate even a fraction of how relieved she is not to be doing this alone. he says both of us and she nods. ]


Both of us.

[ that is when he starts off, and she does too - hands flitting through drawers and stacks of notes, papers that mean nothing and mean, maybe, a little too much. but she's able to keep herself steady this time, glancing back to see the span of his shoulders not too far off every now and then, as if to remind herself, to root herself back in this.

she's tossing another box - some kind of research notes, she thinks, but she can't be sure - over the edge of the desk to get it out of her way when he comes closer to her, drawing her attention to the binder in his hands. instructions he says, flatly, and karen's already reaching for the pages, not quite ripping them out of his hands but very much taking them, her eyes scanning over the words and symbols. instructions, yes, but also the code- the code. ]


This is it. [ she says, definitively, her eyes turning to him with a kind of overwhelming relief. ] You found it! [ and then, without any warning, Karen is tossing her arms over his shoulders in a tight hug. it's a second later that she pulls away, realizing she'd gotten swept up in it all, and she looks a little sheepish as she scans the pages again. ]

Okay- okay. [ her eyes go over to the window, the glass that separates them both from the outside. she looks at him and then makes her way towards it, assuming he'll follow. ] If the panel's outside, then we either need to find a way to it, or- [ when they make it to the glass, karen's looking out into the darkness, worrying at her lip. ].

Someone just needs to come by, and we can show them this. They'll go back and punch it in, and it should open the window.

[ it's a bit delayed, the heaviness of her realization. of the understanding he might have had a few minutes before. someone else has to complete this next step. someone else, hopefully, who isn't locked in here with them. she scans the darkness and the rain outside of the window before turning back to him, doing just about everything she can not to let that brief flash of hope slip through her fingers.
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-25 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Is that right? Logan gives her a once-over. Well, the clothes sure paint a story. ]

I don't want anything. [ He takes off the last lug nut and motions for her to come over. ] When I say so, take that wheel off and pop the spare on, understand?

[ Is he gonna lift her bug with his bare hands? Yeah, he is. Only by a few inches, though. She doesn't have a jack; he's improvising. At this point, he's not too worried about questions. He's the worst kept secret as it is. Doesn't really expect that to be different in this place.

Anyway: ]
Push it in. Like that, yeah.

[ There ya go. Don't drop it, it's heavy. ]
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-25 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
There was simply no room for you here at the table, mr. guy. This domestic moment was going to continue no matter how many sour lemons your face was currently consuming. "I appreciate you," An Zhe told him softly. For the offer and for stepping in. There were so many ways that Lu Feng was helpful.

Briefly, An Zhe glanced back at the guy who had been shooting his shot. "Oh. I have plans for the foreseeable future."

The man's expression soured even more, and An Zhe simply looked at him. There was nothing else to be said here. After a few more moments of silence, it seemed to dawn on him that this was the case. An Zhe wasn't sure how it happened, but the puckering seemed to intensify and he finally made a move to angrily slither past Lu Feng.
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-25 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She should not like this guy.

He is, if nothing else, already grateful to her for relieving him of some fraction of his humiliation. He holds the door for her to step inside and then resumes the lead to the apples... the apples that are now completely gone. Who could possibly need that many apples?

He does look back, as if he can feel her eyes on him. ]
I... erm. I swear they were here just an hour ago.

[ But an isle that's empty of produce is also empty of people, mostly, and he'd very much like to stay here. ] Adrian. [ He turns properly, placing a hand to his chest and offering a shallow bow by way of proper greeting. ] Adrian Silverleaf. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Forzane.

[ He's already shaking his head, about to inform her that he's no such thing, but he seems to think of it a moment before offering a wry, tired smile. ] If I was, my specialty would be showing you where things used to be, so that you could gaze in wonder at all sorts of nothing. [ He sighs. ] I'm new to this place myself.

I fear I'm not exactly cut out for my current line of work, and I have some catching up to do before I can be of any use to the mechanical creatures that serve as healers here. Have you found something, yourself? If you're looking, there ought to be an empty cabbage costume waiting here come tomorrow...

[ He's mostly joking. It's just nice to speak to someone who isn't asking him about the price of produce (he still doesn't know what anything in here costs unless he's looking directly at the price tag). ]
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[personal profile] uncoffinated 2025-05-25 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't... want that.

[ Honestly. He feels like his abuela more than ever, the low dulcet Spanish motherly tones of put. it. back. punctuated by each word being a sentence with a teeth click at the end of it. ]

Leave it, maybe get in the car? I'm just following the road. I've got fewer clues than fucks right now, just trying to make it to some kind of civilization.
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-25 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
At some point, you'll have to tell me what the hell those things are, exactly.

[ He has a general, very vague knowledge of vampires and werewolves, but he didn't grow up with any kind of media or books that had stories about any of those. Ghosts, angels, demons — he's more familiar with, but this kid talks about a world where they're all real and it's a concept beyond him. Not the concept of other worlds, though. Other worlds with their own stories that aren't stories. After the Ring — all the shit out there, he can believe a lot.

On the surface, there isn't a single part of this kid that Amos would find much in the way of similarities with. He just seems like someone who's had a weird life he can't entirely fathom, and he kinda wonders how he's gonna handle this world he's in now. But internally, they a few similar thoughts without knowing it.

Amos knows he's a monster himself, but there aren't feelings of angst and melancholy about it. He just knows what he is and he knows what he needs and wants to do about it, which is — the best he can to latch onto the instincts towards goodness that he feels he lacks. He can't trust himself to make good choices on his own, he's had to build that sense of morality from others. And the longer he's away from his crew here, he doesn't know what direction his instincts will veer. ]


Well — I was on a mechanic on a ship. The kind of ship that flies in space. So it's different here, but I'll figure something out. [ A lot of the parts in this world, the vehicles and machinery, are old and unfamiliar, new to him, but that doesn't worry him either. He just needs to get his hands on things and he can pick it up and learn it. Won't be instant, just like anything. ] Haven't been to the bowling alley yet.

[ If he were a different person, he'd jump on trying to stay close to this kid because he seems like he needs — someone, at least. He'd be much better off with someone like Holden — who he can hear in his head saying he should try to stick close, keep an eye on him. As far as he knows, his family isn't here, and he seems like he might be kinda lost without them. But Amos has his own shit to deal with. On his own, he lacks the ability to care about what happens to him. The feelings are there, somewhere far away from him, not close enough for him to access. But the better people in his head, they're like that bridge to get there, to try, to see how it feels.

The question to ask is, You gonna be okay without them? Like, what the fuck is he gonna do right now?

Holden and Naomi would ask. Amos — thinks it, and the question doesn't come from him. It's them. ]


If you're gonna be there, maybe I'll see you.

[ Yeah. There. He tests how it feels to say it, even if it's not much. It's not so bad. It doesn't disrupt Amos doing what he needs to do, either. ]
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[personal profile] krazed 2025-05-25 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Nah, honey, it's like tricks and not the kind for kids.

[ Harley's shit-eating grin takes up half her face, and her aloof confidence in the face of so many different brandished weapons has the gentlemen that are brandishing them off-kilter and thrown.

There's something under the surface of this twenty-something doe-eyed doll and Harley fully intends to get to the bottom of it. The mention of the vending machine derails that train of thought just as it's pulling into the station. ]


Oh? I already tried to jailbreak that snack wagon but it's impenetrable. And if these sadsacks with the bats are shaking you down instead of busting that pinata I'm willing to bet it's not a B&E detail.
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or wonderful

[personal profile] krazed 2025-05-25 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not her car, her own vehicle is just down the road and too pretty to ding up on someone she doesn't even know. This was a job not a meetcute but Harley didn't deny herself the ogle opportunity because the white suit and the penchant for violence isn't something a gal like her doesn't notice.

She doesn't need any talking into the idea and cartwheels over to the unattended vehicle with renewed energy. She was, after all, about to call it quits and let the person on the other side broil. ]


No keys! Wait a sec!

[ Harley pulls a bobby pin out of her hair and jiggles the console open so she can hotwire the old beast. An ecstatic laugh ripples out of her and the engine roars to life shortly thereafter. ]

Move it or lose it, Boss Hog. Mama's got a building to demo!
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[personal profile] krazed 2025-05-25 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, it's a car, and the only shade it casts is from within so it depends on your literary influences and the lengths you're willing to go to for the allegory, right?

[ Dealing in metaphors and riddles wasn't her area. That belonged to another titan of talent. Harley's vaguely interested, the part of herself that was intellectual and abstract, but she applies that interest within a spectrum of attention deficit. ]

Oh, I know. I rarely am. Wrong, I mean.
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[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-25 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ why? because it could easily come across like she's following him around. for all he knows, she could be some crazy stalker, or... a variety of other less than desirable things. he has only just met her, and while Karen knows she tends to latch onto first impressions probably a bit too easily, that doesn't mean everyone else should.

but then that is that. logan takes her to the motel, helps her get checked in, carries her groceries to her room and checks to make sure all the basics are working (the water, the shower, the lock on her front door) and then as he leaves, Karen thanks him, again, with another bright smile. she watches as he walks those three doors down to his own place, and as he opens his door, they meet eyes again, and she waves - maybe a bit unnecessarily - and finally closes her door.

she doesn't sleep that night, despite the relative confidence she has in the locked door, sitting curled up at the headboard of her bed with her head in her hands and the overwhelming feeling of sinking further, and further, and further away from where she's supposed to be. by the time morning comes, she's taken a shower and pulled herself together, and she decides to go and figure out more about the city.

they carry on for a few days like that- sometimes seeing each other from down the hall, Karen noticing the man in the wheelchair and logan more often than not. she gets a temporary job at the pavilion, starts slowly learning her way around the neighborhoods, smiles at logan from down the hall or across the parking lot when they happen to be passing by each other.

it's those few days later (five, actually, since she is counting) that she finally ends up getting enough of that brightly colored money to grab a six pack from one of the twenty four hours marts. it's probably a little more splurging than she should probably be doing right about now, but she's only been working at the pavilion a couple of days now, so she's not quite used to the way things go there, or that she probably could have walked out with the six pack if she'd been subtle enough. still, when she pulls into the parking lot after her shift and shopping trip to find logan set up, surrounded by tools and car parts, she can't help but feel like it is some kind of sign.

she's standing right over where he's crouched under the car when he finally says hi, tilting her head a bit to try and look at whatever it is he's working on. ]


What're the chances you're ready for a break? [ she clicks two of the bottles of beer between her fingers. ] I owe you a beer, after all.
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[personal profile] krazed 2025-05-25 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Plenty of machismo. Enough to go around.

[ She'll argue until she's blue in the face but the truth is that she doesn't mind it. She gestures to his get-up, his accent, and the collar that pops over his shoulders. It's dripping Machismo. ]

Terry Tempest Williams said that Shadow owes its birth to light. One doesn't exist without the other and Jungian psychology says the same thing. You might call darkness a diversifying power.

Me? I find it more interesting.

[ At the question Harley merely shrugs. Doing okay was relative, she'd never met a situation or set of circumstances that could best her. She was a survivor. ]

So what's a place like this doing in a man like you?
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[personal profile] krazed 2025-05-25 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Everyone is psychoanalyzed graves or not, including herself, self-evaluation was done on the regular but never applied. His scoff doesn't go unnoticed but Harley's more interested in her new world of bubble gum that tastes like the sins of forefathers long gone and grape to really care.

She blows a bubble. Pops it. Then works on chewing the rubber back down again. Rubberier than ever kind of chiclet she's had before. ]


Maybe I do too, but if we get to the source and it's boring or I don't get to blow off steam will it even be worth it? Or maybe it's a trap. Either way, you didn't answer the question.
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[personal profile] uncoffinated 2025-05-25 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Welp.

It's not like Guillermo ever really planned to stop him, that said, he does wait a few beats before going down the alleyway. Hoping to catch him post-meal instead of mid-slurp. Laszlo didn't like to have his meals interrupted. He'd learned that on day one. ]


Did you at least make sure the main course wasn't one of us? I don't want to have to fight another pitchfork mob.
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[personal profile] krazed 2025-05-25 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure, but subjecting ourselves to menial labor and a nine to five. Have the straits gotten that dire off the bat?

[ Harley didn't think so, but since her methodology of shopping included never paying for her haul, she didn't want to consider the alternative. The flip side of that scenario felt forced and boring. She'd rather make money literally any other way. Violence, bloodshed, vigilantism, or the usual task rabbit work. ]
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Shhh shh shh it's ok

[personal profile] lufeng 2025-05-25 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Making oneself extremely suspicious is certainly a good way of keeping other people at bay, it was simply too bad that Lu Feng was more likely to investigate something out of place than to ignore it. Perhaps it wasn't his job anymore, but the reality of being somewhere so mysterious put him more on alert for anomalies and oddities than he had been in the past few years.

The frightened reaction, while perhaps more over the top than he would normally expect, wasn't an unfamiliar one. What a weird comfort to find, even if he was sure it was largely from being woken so Very Rudely. Well, at least he wasn't sitting dead in his car. That was good.

Time for him to roll down his window. Lu Feng wanted to get a better look at this odd, napping fellow.]


Everything alright?
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thank god

[personal profile] hellunbounded 2025-05-25 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
( Sam drops the lung wrench at the familiar voice echoing through the garage, the sound of metal hitting concrete ringing out as he whips his head upwards. Sam thinks this might be a hallucination - there's always a possibility - but when Sam squeezes his eyes closed and opens them again, Jack is still standing by the door. Their Jack.

After he gets to his feet, it takes him a moment to close the distance between them. He walks over slowly, half-expecting Jack to disappear, his eyes wide in shock as a hurricane of emotions build in his chest. When he moves to cup Jack's neck and his hand meets solid, warm skin, only then does Sam believe that this is real.

Immediately, he pulls Jack in for a tight hug, breathing deeply to sooth his adrenaline-shot nerves. Sam is grateful that Jack is here, but he's terrified that Jack is here, because it means he's here and not safe in the bunker or with Cas or with Dean - )


Are you okay? ( Sam looks the boy over as he pulls away, hand still resting on his neck, not quite willing to break the contact. He knows Jack is powerful, but that doesn't mean he can't be hurt. )
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[personal profile] kidproof 2025-05-25 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Use your dome.

[ This gift of food wasn't supposed to be a segue into conversation but Joel should've figured it'd lead to that. By which his response meant that he'd find means that weren't as generous or as moral. It beat trusting strangers out by a mile, not that it isn't the pot calling the kettle black. ]

If you ain't gonna eat it and you've got people here that need the food go ahead and it fork it to them. I don't care what you do with the goodwill. I don't trust the street vendors or anything that's passed out free of charge.

Judgin' by the folks already halfway through their entrees you're probably fine but I prefer doin' my own leg work. That's all.
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[personal profile] kidproof 2025-05-25 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Not trying to be kind.

[ Joel wouldn't get any sleep knowing he left some young girl on the road with no fuckin' idea how to handle a donut or how to change a tire. It was his own self-preservation playing the hand, and he'd stick by that. ]

What I want is you to not be on the side of the fuckin' highway. So, you and me can be square once I get you to a tire that's a proper fit. You've got the jeep, you don't have to follow me, but believe me that little piece ain't gonna get you very far.
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im sorry for the broken icon... sobs

[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-25 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it takes a few moments for her to realize what's happening - there is a great rumbling, and something about the movement of the water changes. at first she worries that it's been too long, some kind of timer has gone off and a door will be open. but the window is opening, a bit too slowly for her liking. she can't help but glance over her shoulders to the mess of the room, and that's when she starts to see the papers that hadn't been drenched shart to shutter, and then shoot skyward, like being sucked up into a hose. her eyes follow the pages upward, to find that what had been a ceiling (hadn't it?) is now just some kind of inky blackness. kind of like a void, but also something else.

first go the papers, and then the water starts to suck upwards, and the panic from before swells back in her chest. she turns to the glass and starts banging on it again, trying to get it open, trying to do anything at all, as the sucking noise increases. she starts screaming help, help! hurry! help! as she keeps pounding, hoping the man from before, or anyone at all, can hear her.

that's when he comes around the corner, some kind of gun in his hand. her eyes widen when she sees him, caught back up in the adrenaline - this could work. he did it! he's okay! and then he's working to wrench open the glass. she pushes with him, and with both of their combined efforts it starts to pry open, just as she feels the suction start to pull at her clothes.

when they finally get it open, his fingers curl around her wrist, and Karen latches onto his arm - stumbling free of the pull and immediately running after him - out of the room, the building, all the way out onto the street and into the rain. it's not until both of them feel far enough away from whatever that darkness had been that they come to a stop. they're both out of breath, the rain falling heavy and dark around them, and the man turns back to her - concerned, brows knitted. are you okay?

karen, instead of answering, throws her arms around his neck in a tight hug. it's hard to tell if she's crying with the rain, but the adrenaline rushing through her and now dropping, the relief that they'd made it out, the fact she'd been so convinced, had been so close to giving up, and then he'd showed up- ]


Thank you. [ she says, breathless, her arms tight around his neck. ] Thank you-
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[personal profile] kidproof 2025-05-25 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The response he gets is a monosyllabic grunt and nod as he shifts the MRE-style replacement synthetics around on his makeshift grill. Joel didn't mind the darkness or the quiet, and the fact that he hadn't seen Cordyceps his entire trip from the dealership to the city gave him some comfort and then more concerns he wasn't sure how to contend with. ]

Texas. Originally, anyway. Did some movin' around, we usually do.
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[personal profile] hellunbounded 2025-05-25 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
( Sam breathes in through his nose, trying to push down the fit of restless anger this complete stranger probably doesn't deserve, considering he's just asking for a tune-up instead of threatening to rob the place. That's practically politeness around here. Still, he knows where he needs to look for Dean next, and nothing's going to throw him off his schedule. )

Look, the boss can do an inspection tomorrow, but I don't -- ( Sam is wiping the grease off his hands onto a rag as he walks toward the customer, but when he looks up, he pauses. His mind instantly whirls - he knows that face, but he can't immediately place it, and he tenses as he tries to piece the familiarity together with his memories. His hand doesn't reach for the gun in his holster, but he's hyper-aware of its presence in case it's needed.

Then, like a lightning bolt, he remembers: )
Benny? ( Dean's Benny. God, it has been years, but the memories flood in as the gates finally open in his mind. His hand still doesn't reach for his gun, but it rests near his thigh instead, muscles poised to take action. Sam has no clue what to expect from Benny, and that only puts him on higher alert. ) How are you - how did you get here?
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[personal profile] kidproof 2025-05-25 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, they ain't gonna be easy to pin down either.

[ That was true of any place where supplies were limited and people were plentiful. It would rely on a barter system that sucked, another harsh truth. Joel doesn't really mind shooting the shit with the guy, but he looks a little young to be a doctor and that's not lost on him either. ]

I'm sure. I'll come by some grub on my own time.
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-25 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Beyond the couple of times she's waved at him and he's nodded back, this is the first time they've really spoken again since he rode with her to the city. It's been on his mind, the entire incident. He even went back to see if the diner was still there. Nothing. He might've been off course a bit, but he's pretty sure he returned to the right road. Instead of the diner, there was an empty playground. No monsters.

When Karen tilts to look, Logan straightens up. His bike's propped up with a makeshift stand on the other side; from the oil draining into what looks like a brownie pan (he's working with what he's got, alright?), she can guess what it is he's doing. It's still coming out in a steady flow—meaning, yeah, he can take a break while he waits for it to empty. ]


Good timing. [ He moves to sit on the parking curb, leaving room for her next to him. Probably comes as no surprise to her that he's got a bottle opener on his keys, an old one that came along with him into this dimension.

He gestures at the name tag pinned to her shirt. ]
I like that, it's nice. Official.

[ Came off shift from the store, huh? Makes him wonder what she was doing back home. He didn't have much of a life to upend; it was already in chaos long before the world collapsed and after, well. You know.

But everybody else? What were they doing when they fell out of their lives? Jobs, families, kids. All of it, just left behind. ]