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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] tolight 2025-05-26 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It would be hypocritical if she criticized someone's relationship with their deity when she wears a mark of her own. It's less a question of whether Khonshu is a benevolent force or whether Marc's thoughts on them are positive — though if he asked her, she'd probably assume yes to both — but more the joy of recognizing something familiar. She's no zealot, nothing she does is done as an extension of Naga's will, but the act of being chosen does bolster her choices. It's a responsibility as much as it is a path to follow. Finding a kindred spirit, a variation of a large, overarching theme, is nice.

They're also all thoughts she keeps to herself for the time being, neither here or there; they've decided on a course of action that's far more productive than discussing faith or higher powers while standing in a dark hallway. Fine is a good enough answer for her, the reluctance barely giving her pause; she's worked with surlier, and has plenty of 'power of friendship and cooperation' for the both of them.

Besides, he's given her his name. That's pretty neat. ]
My name is Lucina. [ She'd shake his hand if they weren't getting ready to move.

Which, speaking of— ]
Shall we?

( ooc. HI thank you for the thread it was incredibly fun!! i thiiiink this is a good spot to wrap up if you're okay with it, though if you want to keep going on their adventures / play out an aftermath / what-have-you i'm also down! either way, i hope i get to see you in game in a few weeks and i can gently hassle you for more..!! )
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[personal profile] tolight 2025-05-26 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't get to decide when she repays him, thank you very much!! She'll find a way to make it happen in some form another, even if she doesn't insist on it right this second ( she's familiar with the type ). Besides, there's work that needs to be done. Whatever questions she has about his ability to lift a car are set aside when he urges her to get started. ]

Right. [ There's a little huff when she pulls the old tire free, setting it face-up on the side to make sure it doesn't roll away. They're heavier than she thought, yeah — but it's not so heavy that she can't follows his instructions. There's a satisfying slide when the center of the wheel catches the axle and everything slots into place. Lucina's careful to keep her fingers away from anywhere that can get caught, but soon enough, the car is back down on the ground. ]

Is there anything we can do with this? [ She's referring to the old one. It might be broken now, sure, but it's still something. ]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone I know fights here.

( her answer comes easy, and while she doesn't agree about clint fighting, he's his own man and she isn't in the business of trying to change his mind about this. wanda isn't sure that he's fighting tonight, as she didn't tell him she would come in, but this gives her an idea of what it's like.

plus, she was bored back at her room and couldn't sleep. right now, she's starting to regret this; this place is too loud—thoughts, emotions.

there's a pause in the event on the stage, and wanda glances at the woman. she picks at something, but she isn't trying to wheedle it out of her the way she could, with her mind; the woman stared a while. wanda frowns, trying to figure it out. )


What about you?
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[personal profile] recitations 2025-05-26 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's okay Adrian, she really doesn't give a shit about the apples either ( which, once again, why the fuck is she doing this then? ). But she pretends to look around with him, giving a thoughtful hum at his insistence. A smile at his introduction, a nod of her head that almost looks like a bow in exchange for his. He's polite too!!! She definitely likes him. ]

Not yet. [ She's broke and homeless and she'll probably start needing to do something about that soon, but she wants a better idea of what this place is before she starts really leaning into the desperation. It's not even really a pride thing, it's just — okay, maybe it's a bit of a pride thing. Worst case scenario maybe she goes out into the Fringes again and make a life for herself out there before she starts working part-time jobs. ] I'm still shopping around. [ Literally, figuratively. Her smile grows like her joke was actually good ( it's not. It was a terrible joke ). ]

But still — that's a shame. [ Her gaze is back on Adrian again, giving him a long look. ] And here I was, already looking forward to coming back tomorrow. [ A flick of her glance over to the cabbage costume. Back to him. She's starting easy just in case the advances aren't welcome, or if he misses it entirely. But — you know. You miss whatever shot you don't take, or whatever. ]
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[personal profile] tolight 2025-05-26 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It is a lot to trust a stranger with — presumably, they only get one of these, and the wrong choice would result in even more debt. It's a decision that needs to be made deliberately, with all the information on hand. If either of them are lying to the other, then their stay here is going to become even harder than it already is.

But she's not really mistrustful is the thing. Nothing Wriothesley has done so far ( which, granted, is very much ) has given her a reason to doubt him. Co-operation will go a long way, she knows, and she's going to throw her whole weight into it until it burns her one day. So, nothing new.

She smiles at him. ]
Half an hour. [ Hopefully none of the other ones blow up in their face... ]
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[personal profile] tolight 2025-05-26 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Regular maintenance... For as unfamiliar as it is, it's just equipment — like weapons or armor. The fact that it's just a matter of perspective makes sense, she figures, her head nodding along. It stands to reason then, she'll have to find someone who will teach her how to maintain her new car, once she arrives at the city. It gets slotted on her ( ever-growing ) list of things to look into with the rest.

Arlecchino finds the tire while she's in deep in thought; her voice seems to tug her back into the present though, and Lucina joins her at the back of her bug. ]
How fortuitous. [ Genuinely. ] I suppose it would be poor business practice to leave those indebted to you stranded in the middle of nowhere... [ More to herself, than anything else. She's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, but at least she's not so naive as to think this was purely out of the kindness of Mr. Crook's heart. ]

Ah — my name is Lucina. [ No need for this 'young miss', as kind as it is. ] Thank you for your help, Miss..? [ There's the matter of getting the tire on the car, but at least that feels a little more manageable than not having a tire at all. ]
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[personal profile] tolight 2025-05-26 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Innate domains? [ With the worst of it behind them, it feels less and less like all of their attention needs to be on the situation they just experience. Or maybe she's just eager to forget. The bleeding in her palm seems to have stopped for the most part ( at least, a brief stretch of her hands seem to imply as such ), the ache in her body actually means something now. They'll become more prudent soon, but for now — keeping up a conversation with this man serves as a welcome distraction, of sorts. An easy enough way to focus on something else before she returns to trying to make sense of whatever that was.

Even if, in the end, that's what they're talking about. It means something that she's not doing it alone.

There's nothing but the sound of footsteps and the sound of water hitting pavement for a beat. ]
I'm afraid I'm not familiar with them. Is that something from your world? [ The question sounds a little foreign on her tongue, to be honest — but it's the most straightforward way to ask, isn't it? ]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda can't remember seeing something 'like an inn' here for possible job possibilities. maybe it's the kind of place one has to go directly to, see what's needed.

(did she say an inn because she could break up fights?)

wanda looks the postings over, considering it for a moment. )


Probably a store. Something slow and easy.

( she shrugs, then glances over at her. )

...are you human?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
( there's a difference, perhaps, in the way that wanda envisions what a comfortable life is versus one that is menial and dull. for her, there's never been a lot of 'normal', and that's something that she genuinely yearns for.

it's not a bad thing, menial labor from nine to five. )


What would you prefer to do instead, then?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
It was a joke.

( she says, with dwindling confidence, because she doesn't want the man who is helping her to think that she doesn't know how to measure things right. especially because wanda herself hates to think her help isn't being appreciated and that she's otherwise wasting her time; she doesn't want henryk to think that.

but, he doesn't seem all too offended, or bothered. she shrugs. )


I thought I could move faster with a motorcycle. I know I can — I'm just not... very a hundred percent right now.

( she tries to recover— )

It's good advice though. I appreciate it, about not going too slow.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
( she's firm in her grip this time, and wanda also puts a hand to the side of the box to make sure it doesn't spill over again. wanda does take note of the look she's been given, and it's almost comical.

still, wanda does nothing to make the other woman feel bad about it. )


I offered, right?

( it's that simple to her.

she raises her gaze, so green eyes meet (sparkly) brown. )


Come on. I think everything's in your box now.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda is able to find the way because C4T very kindly illuminates the way with its digital screen, and somehow wanda feels a little more endeared (at it) at the fact that he effectively picked up 'a pet' from the supermarket that is focused on ... doing something with the air around him.

she is careful not to step on it, and so inside the room she goes, just about finding the edge of the bed and sitting down on the floor instead—back against the bed.

C4T chirps near her, but is clearly following the man around.

wanda brings a hand to her nose, some blood pooling onto the palm of her hand; it's still bleeding a bit. softly, she mutters, ow, and even if her nose isn't broken, she's definitely still in pain. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( arriving with a brother and a friend. it hits her like a gut punch, mostly because wanda is still not used to life without pietro, even if some would say a year is enough now for her to be feeling like this, still. they wouldn't really be able to understand the bond between twins like herself and pietro, so—

wanda shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant. )


Just me.

( which, if she thinks about it, she could take as providing her some amount of freedom. no expectations, forging a path all on her own. )

—where's your brother? ( she asks, before the teen can draw any worried statements towards wanda. ) Is he older than you?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda looks down to the floors and—yeah, it's not bad at all. still, she thinks it's not the brightest choice, of putting a blind mind to worry about something that very much requires of sight to determine the quality of his work.

still.

still. )


I guess. ( she doesn't sound very convinced, and opts for a lie. ) I need someone to help me with some boxes.

( you down? )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( is it smart? she isn't entirely sure; wanda is fully aware that a time will come when she will need to use her powers, when she will need to make it painfully obvious that she can control things with her mind. that one isn't so much of an issue, really, as it is reading people's minds. she knows people feel some kind of way about it, and she wants to make sure that she can earn people's trust from the get-go without making them wary of her.

part of her knows that clint would understand, wouldn't tell her to do otherwise, but it's almost as if wanda is expecting to be told it's not a good idea.

it feels good to hear him say it's smart.

she nods, feeling a little more reassured by him. this makes her relax, her answers less clipped, less rehearsed. she reaches for the radio dial, tries to find a working station with some music, feeling comfortable. )


Yeah. ( she shrugs ) It's a lot harder to make friends when they can't trust that I'm not reading their mind, even if I tell them I'm not.

( surely that won't backfire— )

Pietro made friends easy. I... want to be like that. ( "normal", to whatever extent of the word that can be. she leans back on her seat once she finds a radio station playing some quick rock music. ) I arrived with the Raft's uniform. A lot of people offered me rides despite that. ( she scrunches her nose, but there's a clear tone in her voice to indicate she's joking as she says: ) Weirdos.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda looks down at his offered hand, the sweater that covers it just to avoid the physical contact. it's not because of her, but because of him, and something inside her caves in at the realization that he's putting on a brave face for her, that he's trying so hard to help.

it robs her of any hesitation she might have in taking hold on his hand, squeezing tightly. )


Thank you.

( though she speaks in a whisper, she holds his hand so very tightly, needing him to know that she appreciates this. that she knows they're both scared, and she appreciates, infinitely, how much he is doing for the both of them.

there is a door in the broken apartment of her childhood, just across all the destruction, so she just has to be a little brave herself, too. )


I — I can do it.

( walk through this traumatic memory, find a door out. so long as he doesn't let go of her hand. )
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he's too pure... wanda will come around eventually :')

[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( it's a little refreshing to find someone who doesn't seem against the idea of percolating her words and letting them stand for what they are, without trying to push her to opt for something more amiable to what they want for her.

river earns quite a bit of respect from wanda in that regard, because she feels respected for her choices. he's allowing her that. )


Okay.

( she blurts, lamely, not used to this amount of earnestness. )

See you.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda could also say that he sounds nothing like what she expects him to, but his accent is familiar, almost comforting to her. definitely american, so that's something she knows, at least. he offers her his hand to get up and she takes it, feeling the brace of muscles taut to pull her up.

but figures, the guy who kicked the door to get out would definitely be strong.

perhaps, too, bullheaded, when he starts talking about crates, about things that could be salvageable in all this water. wanda knows, of course, that it's the medicine.

she glances past them, around the room. nothing's really floating anymore, and the water that had that toppled them over like dolls seems to be receding. upwards. she isn't particularly optimistic about that, so she frowns, and moves over towards a crate; suppose they are doing this. )


Let's hurry, then.

( wanda would always call pietro out for stealing, for doing things that would get him in trouble. especially after he got his powers and he felt unstoppable. but it's always there, under her skin, understanding that scarcity makes for desperation, and maybe this is worth some risk. her hands on the top of the crate, she grips onto the side, and measures her options; red pulses under her hands, driving screws off the metal crates' top, and with some effort, she manages to curl it towards her, the metal groaning under the exertion.

her logic is that it's easier to get things out in small packages than to get the whole crate out.

she glances up at him. )


Will this be enough?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda knows for a fact that they haven't worked together; she'd remember, is the point, especially because this seems to be someone who likes smiling and seems inherently kind. so, when instructed on where things are and where they should go, wanda nods, heading over to the cart.

she's a little more serious than the blonde, but wanda feels earnest about being around her energy.

after setting a couple of boxes onto empty spaces on the shelf, wanda glances back at karen. )


Have you been here a while?

( everyone she talks to, they seem to have a story about arriving here; a story about another life, in another place. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
On the—?

( left, duh. and she's gotten off the bike on the right side, while trying to keep the bike aloft. wanda lets her head fall for a moment, hands gripping onto the leather of the seat, exhaustion making her feel like every small action is taking a year of her life.

she raises her head when he asks if she needs help, and perhaps wanda does look a little bit of need of assistance.

she straightens up a bit. )


I do okay with them. I'm just — really tired.

( two plus hours on the road, trying to find her way around this maze of a city? it's been draining. she has no energy to act tough, either. )

Help would be good.
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( wanda guides the way because this seems to be what this conversation has turned into. helping others is nice, especially when she really has nothing to give. she stops when she hears something fall and then roll, so wanda just kind of follows after him, holding her singular, remaining dumpling, mostly cold, in the little box she got it in, between her hands. )

Uh, ( she isn't expecting that question— ) looking for jobs. Mostly. Getting used to this place...

( the can is still rolling, so wanda pulls a hand back and flits her fingers imperceptibly. that makes the can come to a dead stop so that the man properly catch up to it. she sidesteps a group of people coming through the aisle. )
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i love jesse so much, he's so good!!

[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda cracks a small smile at that—the fact that miloš is a 'new one'. )

It's a name. Don't ask me what it means, I don't really know, but I knew a Miloš once. He was bright. ( —past tense— ) He and my brother made stupid jokes all that time. Actually funny ones, so...

( she loses a little steam as she continues, making a mention of a brother, and that seems to deflate her for a bit. wanda grapples with the ache in her chest, the incoming panic that threatens to seize her again, the kind that makes breathing difficult. sound becomes a ring in her ears. her hands lock stiffly into fists at her sides, and she leans back further onto the seat, closing her eyes for a moment, because he's asking a lot now, and even if he means well, it adds up to the right now and how much she's lost—

i'm from albuquerque.

to her, someone who hasn't heard of that place before, it's a beautiful sound. wanda takes a breath and the world becomes a little more stable despite herself. )


I was in America before coming here. ( she shrugs her arms a touch, to make show of her prison uniform, which she is certain is an incredibly noticeable brand on herself. her time there did not go very well ) I have never been to — Albu... Albuker-key? ( she's trying! and in trying, she offers him an answer. ) My home is Sokovia. In Europe.

( and jesse, throughout all this, has been so patient, so honest, warm. wanda isn't so cold-hearted that she isn't able to offer a little bit more of that herself, in return. )

Sorry. I — feel a little sick. ( then quickly adds, ) Not throw-up sick. You don't have to stop driving. The breeze is nice.
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( the world isn't without its troubles, but for a long time wanda could not see past her own nose. how could she? when her life, her parents, her brother, her home were all robbed from her in the same place? she knows there's conflict, everywhere one is to go, but her life has been a bit of a bubble for her entire life.

she's grateful for the lighter change of topic, though, about tea and coffee.

actually, the fact that he says that he doesn't drink tea unless he has to makes wanda's expression relax, almost in disbelief. )


Tea's meant to be enjoyed. You just don't do it right.

( to her, drinking tea is about community, about a quiet, peaceful moment after dinner. of delicious biscuits and slices of pie. he is definitely doing it wrong. she approaches now with a little less stiffness, towards the shelf, and grabs at a packet of loose leaves—the same one she's bought before—to present to him. )

Try this one.

( she wants to say that maybe she could prepare it for him, so he gets to do it right, but she doesn't want to impose on his time. maybe he doesn't like her enough, and that would be fair. )
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( besides, it's hard to be completely ignorant of americans when most media that she has ever consumed was american. she has lines from sitcoms memorized, a reprieve from war-torn sokovia.

except scott kind of puts her in a situation for an answer that's a little complicated for her to answer.

especially when she doesn't want to dredge her past and have it pushing onto her every interaction here. which is why she shrugs, glancing to the side with some uncertainty. )


Working, I guess. ( technically it's not wrong, even if it was a means of escape from a country that's no more. ) I didn't have the chance to look around much.

( should she have? )

Work was kind of... away from the city.

( and she didn't get to have a free pass to go out whenever she wanted, to wherever she wanted. things were busy and complicated as it were. in any case! )

—do you like museums? I wonder if there are any here.
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You don't get to make others' choices for them, Jack.

[ castiel glances over with a frown, his expression belying his fear. jack could force him. he could make him do anything he wants. castiel could hardly stand against raphael, and if jack is as strong as he says... he could pull his strings like a marionette. as much as he can understand the compulsion, he doesn't relish the thought of being on the other end of it. ]

Then you should do fine here. Everyone is different.