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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] magike 2025-05-26 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"An intelligent man would recognise that remaining frozen would be a more favourable outcome than what would happen if you were free."

She keeps it vague, not putting ideas into his head about attacking her. Perhaps she assumed it already when he had been intending to try and kill her. Her tone would also suggest that she doesn't think he's an intelligent man, or perhaps that she doesn't think men are intelligent.

"Does survival outweigh hunger?"

She doesn't let him verbally answer, a shake of her hand releasing her spell on him.
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-26 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that the case for you?

[Viktor is aware that he's made of magic, but beyond the general disorientation from being displaced, doesn't necessarily feel much different. He hasn't exactly tried to access his powers, but they don't feel withheld from him.

Easier, of course, to turn this thought around on Alucard, though he gets the sense that he's just as unlikely to want to talk about himself.
]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
( she worries, of that sudden recognition in his eyes; the double-take, the squinting. she presses the tip of the pen hard on her notepad. he certainly isn't familiar to her, so this might be nothing.

wanda jerks a thumb over to the corner, where her bucket is at, with the mop leaning against the wall. )


I've been cleaning this place the past week.

( so, probably from there?

she lowers her face, back to the notepad. her actions and gestures are definitely deflective, and someone trained like frank has will most likely be able to tell. if she can reel this back onto another topic of conversation, then maybe he'll forget to make a connection, if there is to be one. )


Just a coffee?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda ultimately wishes that she could be like how he presents himself, to find no reason to fidget with anxiety or to trouble herself with possible circumstances that have not yet come to pass, but which could. her whole life—,ever since she lost her parents and it was just herself and her brother—was one uncertainty after the other, and having a bomb crash into one's home without warning can leave any riddled with ptsd.

she breathes, quietly repeating his words, three whispered syllables, )


It's alright.

( because if she voices it, it'll become real. right now she doesn't have anyone she can hold on to, not with an exuberance of confidence in the action. wanda doesn't want to become anyone's burden.

they sit in silence as he drives, letting her eyes close for a moment as the breeze cools her—her face, around her neck, between the tresses of her long hair. she's still aware though, of the space, of his presence, of the music playing from the radio (unfamiliar to her), so when he speaks again, she opens her eyes and turns her head his way. seconds may have passed, but in her drowsy state, now that she's comfortable and feel safe in this very moment, it feels like it's been leagues of time between it's alright and his question. )


I guess... that I want to try purpose. ( she lightly lifts her hands, because it's no secret to her that he's seen this blue uniform that she's wearing and made the connection that she had been locked up before. ) I don't want to be judged for my past. Or make the same mistakes again.

( opportunity.

it worries her. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-26 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda has seen strange in her time, and while she hasn't been able to properly glance at the men (?) on the side of the road as she wipes out, this she doesn't quite expect. the first man, with warm golden eyes, comes to her aid, and wanda can just about try to scrape out from under her motorcycle. it's when the other one comes over, though, and holds up the motorcycle like it weighs nothing at all, that wanda gapes, eyes wide—

she's skittish, unsurprisingly, so at least that means that she's quick kicking onto the gravel to push herself away from her motorcycle.

and thus, from the tall — creature? cyborg?

but wanda doesn't feel anything inherently bad about any of them, much less viktor, even if poking through his(?) mind is so convoluted it makes wanda draw back immediately. she blinks several times, avoidant of the bruises and scrapes and cuts she may have gotten from her fall and subsequent removal away from her bike, and stares, instead.

finally, she glances at the man with the golden eyes. )


What's...

( gratitude will come in a bit. )
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[personal profile] flyoctofly 2025-05-26 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
If Eight hadn't been otherwise occupied with the truck and the flood of ink he left in it, he might have caught a strange look in An Zhe's eye.

Instead, he hops out of the truck, leaning against it with one hand to pull off his shoe, revealing an ink-soaked sock. He hooks the shoe on one of his fingers, pulls that off to squeeze out the ink a bit, and then puts them both back on.

"I don't know all the mechanics but microbes in the air consume it. It's really helpful for clean up after a Turf War."
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[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-26 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
You can't die?

[ he supposes that makes sense, in a way, though many of the artificial people in the books he hasn't read were alive enough to die. he can think of several examples off the top of his head, but he chooses not to mention them. instead, he moves the topic along when connor does, staring at him in mild confusion. it's not that he cares where connor sits, but it would be unusual for a human. ]

Are you... worried about his health?

[ castiel pauses, then moves to the gathered strips of towel to begin making use of them. it's easy enough to bind curtis' ankles together. ]
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-26 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Thought I might as well give that a try, too.

[ He sounds only half-serious, because honestly he doesn't know that he would be a very good optimist. He would rather be pleasantly surprised than horribly disappointed, and he has seen far too much of the world and human nature to really have much in the way of belief. Never even did know what that was like before meeting Charles.

Only time will tell, how things will progress in this place. At the moment, survival is of paramount importance, and that means Charles's own survival as well. No matter how stubborn and prideful he wants to be about it.

Anything else —a purpose, a path, a plan— will need to wait.

He looks down to the eggs Charles mentions, his own samples tucked into a bag that he holds in his free hand. He arches an eyebrow at him. ]


Not worried you'll grow a tail, are you?

[ It's just chocolate... probably. ]

I've managed to get a small kettle. Maybe we can find some tea here.

[ It's probably going to be as shitty as motel tea, if not even worse, but better than nothing. ]
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[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-26 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He just nods to the mention of questions before he heads in--honestly, Megumi is likely to have plenty of those himself. Nobody here seems to be operating on the same rules of the world back home as he is; knowing more about what other people come from certainly can't hurt (and from the weird, patchworky nature of things here, like all their different homeworlds are bumping up against each other, it might well be helpful).

But first things first. Scouting around...

...and that door, once it rears its head to be A Problem. He immediately turns on his heel to examine the lock. It doesn't seem that different from most automatic locks he's seen, but the main difference is a bad one--there's not an obvious place to swipe a keycard, or enter a password, or...anything.

He looks up. Charles...looks like he's talking? But he can't hear anything but the water pouring in. As if they didn't have enough problems. ]


It's no good!

[ He points to his ears and shakes his head, to get the message across, then turns to glance at the hallway to the rest of the building. There doesn't seem to be much that's promising in the entryway, although losing track of each other visually doesn't exactly bode well either. ]
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[personal profile] elriche 2025-05-26 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Thought so. [ Stephen's eyes look him over, unnaturally accustomed to the dark. Is there an orange glow to their edges? A horizontal slit to his pupils? Probably not, probably just a trick of the small amount of moonlight creeping in through the apartment window behind him.

He sighs, makes a flourish with his hand. A globe apparates above his palm and he gestures it toward the stranger. It floats toward the man and takes on a soft orange glow that lights up the hallway, revealing Stephen to be nothing more than a tired old man in a collared pajama shirt. ]


Here. That'll hover over your shoulder for an hour or two, enough time to... pen a letter with quill and ink, or whatever you Paul Revere people do.
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[personal profile] vestments 2025-05-26 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
( he makes an odd noise when she says he's doing it wrong. it's not quite a laugh and it's not quite disgruntlement, it's something that sits in-between, unbidden and without thought, entirely despite himself. nedda has chastised him more than once, muttered something pointed about how mr. grant appreciated the finer things, the unasked question of what and how marc spector didn't hanging between them — or more accurately, hanging between nedda and samuels and marc and steven, with marlene and jean-paul sat on the periphery playing at mediation.

what there is, is the barest crook of a bemused smile. if wanda were reese, he'd push back more overtly, the sort of deliberate refusal that the both of them have come to know is for appearances only — but wanda isn't, and all they have is this odd back-and-forth, difficult and taut with only the subtlest hints of understanding, and so marc inhales a breath before accepting the box of tea.

the arch of his brows is dubious and challenging before he exhales. an odd, awkward jerk of his hand implies that if he wasn't currently holding a jar of coffee in one, the box of tea in the other, he'd be more animated and decisive, before— )
My housekeeper was Scottish. ( defensive, but not genuinely so. that marc doesn't sound or look remotely like the sort of man to have a housekeeper is something he hopes won't be lingered on. ) Think I know how to brew tea.

( —he does not. )
potentialman: (Seething with quiet resentment.)

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-26 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The flash of light in his peripheral vision gets a surprised glance up. Something she did, and not the power coming back, which is disappointing, but--

The guy takes the moment to recover and go for a tackle aimed at his legs. Megumi jumps back, but not quite fast enough to completely avoid it, and hits the ground with a thump as his feet get swept out from under him.

This is definitely not one of his prouder moments. ]
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[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-26 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll guard the fort, [ Strange says, as he lightly knocks on the walls of the motel room. After all, the last thing they need is someone trying to rob the place. And Alucard might be the most irritating person he's met so far, but the dhampir at least has some sense.

Better he room with 'sensible yet annoying' compared to 'pleasant but will get them robbed.'
]

But yes—anything fresh would be delightful.
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-26 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She's close enough he can smell her shampoo. He tips the bottle back. Not bad. Some brand he's never seen before. He eyes the label curiously before setting it down beside him. ]

Yeah, I've been— [ he stretches out a leg ] —stacking crates.

[ The sort of mindless shit he can do between the hours of midnight and 5 A.M., which he prefers over sleeping. He and Charles are still in the same room, anyway, and as much as Logan minds Charles' company the least, he's not naturally inclined to have people in his space. Nearby, sure. But in his room is a different story. Besides, Charles doesn't need anybody hovering over him, either, and Logan's gonna be the last person to try and do that.

It's easier to work graveyard, come back when the sun's up to check in on the Professor. Then he'll usually take off again 'til it's time to grab them something to eat. That's been his routine for the past couple weeks. A slight adjustment to what he was doing before.

He can add sharing a beer with the neighbour to the list now. Or. Yeah, he supposes that's what she is. A neighbour. A friend? Maybe not yet. He doesn't know anything about her outside of her name and that she's from New York. Friend might've taken them to that level where he'd not-so-casually straighten her name tag—but for now, he keeps his fingers wrapped around the bottle's neck. ]
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cn: mildly nsfw ? I have no idea what’s going on here

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-26 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)

In a sense. Back home, if I were mortally wounded my consciousness would be uploaded into another body.

[Which isn’t the case here. So he should be careful, but...

Hank wouldn’t want him to die for nothing, no. But Hank also wouldn’t want him to stand by and watch someone get hurt.]

No. [Connor looks down at Curtis’ sleeping form: the steady rise and fall of his chest. That uneven line of stubble across his jaw.]

Perhaps we should switch places. [It’s a suggestion that pings him as wrong, somehow.

No, it seems he doesn’t want to move at all.]

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CONNOR????

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-26 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Fascinating. But that's not possible here, is it?

[ castiel seems just a little disappointed by this fact. truth be told, he would like to see how it's done. as much as he historically distrusts computers, connor is different virtue of having a personality. he can act on his own, and presumably want things of his own. he isn't some mindless, bodiless intelligence, with no direction or conscience.

this time, his brows crease. he takes a step forward, almost but not quite hesitating. ]


Um. If you want. [ connor has a point (he thinks)? castiel can't be harmed the way that connor apparently can. but does connor even want to move? castiel squints at him. ] ...Is this some kind of dominance display?
potentialman: (PTSD.)

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-26 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
It is. [ Trying to figure out the mechanics of this place is going to become a fixation for him, probably, because it's a good place to put mental energy that might otherwise get stuck on things like "the fate of everyone he knows and loves" or "another near-death moment." ] A domain is...think of it as a way for a sorcerer to take control of a small area. Flood it with so much of their power that they can define the terrain and what happens to anyone caught in it.

[ It's a bit oversimplified, probably, but he's yet to encounter another jujutsu sorcerer here, so there's no point in getting stuck on technicalities. ]

It's one of the crowning techniques of jujutsu sorcery. Most can't pull it off, and even those who can do so under strict limitations. The size of that one, though--it's ridiculous.

[ So while he doesn't expect that whatever runs this place is operating on the same set of rules he's learned, it's nonetheless chucking around a level of power that he presumes is at the very least on par with Ryomen Sukuna...which is a pretty terrifying thought.

We might all be pretty fucked, to be succinct. ]
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LAUGHS

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-26 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)

You are correct.

[And even if Connor were to pursue the pseudo-immortality he once had...

Again, Hank would want him to endure. But what if Connor lost every physical part of him that Hank once knew, once briefly touched with both violence and soft kindness?

It might very well be necessary at some point, but Connor has grown somewhat sentimental.]

I — I’m not sure. Perhaps. [After a few cycles of his LED glowing gold:] Yes. I believe that’s what this is.

[Connor pulls his knee across Curtis’ lap. Falters in the bed for a moment before standing up.]

He reminds me of someone who wronged me back home, so I think my initial reaction was to punish him for that. But that was — [turning back to Curtis to pat his head] — wrong of me.

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[personal profile] lessnosey 2025-05-26 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is the craziest situation he's been in, and that is saying a lot after the stuff that happened between his village and Coco Village. Not that he's had... a lot of experience, but still! Crazy! And now this? Some weird place without a proper ocean to sail, with these car-things? Being fussed after by a super adorable crew mate that he has no memory of?

He's so anxious at the thought, he'd gonna combust.

Biting his nail in worry:]


I don't know who this Robin and Franky are, man.

Last thing I remember, I was trying to fix something on the mast, and I fell off and cracked my head on Merry's railing. That's it — oh man, please don't cry. If you cry, I'm gonna cry, and I've already been kinda on the verge of losing it since I got here!

['KINDA'???]
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sus..........

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-26 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ castiel doesn't seem to have any feelings about it one way or another, whether that be approval or its opposite. he didn't know machines could feel this way, is all, despite his internal acknowledgement of connor's individuality. he watches connor move from the man's lap and pat his head, with a pang of— something. ]

... I understand. Association can elicit powerful feelings.

[ he met a man who reminded him of someone back home, too. though he wasn't trying to rob him.

castiel moves up to take connor's place, awkwardly vaulting one leg over curtis' thighs. whichever of them is sitting there when he regains consciousness, curtis is going to have a a rude awakening. ]
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HONESTLY THO...same. action my beloved, and yet.

[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-05-26 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
((that said lmk if anything ever needs an edit! gestures vaguely, we'll stumble through this part together, dw))

[Things happen fast after that. Gratifying, at least, to hear Marc follow behind and straight through the door. Even more gratifying to hear the subsequent impact as whoever's busy ransacking the inside hits the wall. There's a little nag at his attention in the moment. Some old ghost of the habits one picks up working with a partner, the long-disused impulse to wonder if Marc's having trouble in there. A glance through the door doesn't immediately dispel it, given Marc's not exactly choosing which wound he'd rather take so much as choosing to take...all of them, in favor of barreling forward uninterrupted.

But. Can't argue with the results. And maybe he can't necessarily pick up everything Marc's saying to Dirtbag Numero Dos from out here, but he gets enough.

Nice. Okay. Great. He can work with that.

With the first offender safely underfoot (for the moment) and Jason looking though the door, the woman takes the chance to ask who the hell are you. Jason throws one more glace back over his shoulder at Marc and his new friend backed up against the wall inside. With no small amount of irony—
]

Housekeeping. [Apparently.] Heard you had some complaints about the accommodations.

[Ought to do something about that. He considers the options for a split second but in the end—reaches for a pocket to lob her the key to his room a floor below. Should be quieter down there. And if he hid a few things in a corner of the drop-ceiling, well.  He’ll just have to swing by to collect them later. She seems like a smart girl. She can figure out the rest.

Of course, here is about where Dirtbag Numero Uno decides to reassert himself. He makes a wheezy noise of protest about being ignored and starts to buck up against the boot still pressed against his chest. Jason drops into a crouch, grabs for the hilt of his dagger, and twists.
]

I'd stay put if you ever want to use that arm again. [He'll have to find a pretty good doctor, pretty fast. Or.] Or, I could pull it all the way down and save us both the trouble.

[Rather than take this very generous advice, the guy reaches for something at his belt with his good arm. Pulls a heretofore concealed handgun and takes aim kind of wildly. It's knocked to the side with the knife once its out, but bullet goes off and goes wide, embedding into the drywall somewhere close to the ceiling. The gun gets twisted out of his hand and cracked quickly against his temple to drop him for good.

Louder than he'd like. But progress. How are things inside?
]
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(≖_≖ )...

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-26 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)

[Connor stands by the bed for a few seconds, arms flat against his sides, until Curtis starts smacking his lips together. Whether starting to wake up or because he’s imagining being fed, Connor is uncertain.]

I believe I... need a moment.

[He heads into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Staring at his face in the mirror, and although the light is off, he can discern the edges of himself: the sharp line of his jaw, slope of his shoulders.

If he were human, he might wash his face. Is it the coldness that helps, he wonders? Regardless, Connor tries: the faucet is squeaky, the flow a slow drip until the pressure increases. When he brings a wet finger to his mouth, he briefly analyzes the water: fusarium, and other substances that are unknown to him. Unique to this world, perhaps.

When Connor returns to the front room, he says:] There is mold in the pipes.

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[personal profile] elriche 2025-05-26 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The hand's cold in Daisy's grasp – like ice, like the void between stars.

Stephen lets go like he didn't notice anything, continues the conversation with increasing ease. ]


That's the one. [ He gauges Johnson's reaction, her edge of confusion. If there's anything he's learned in the past week and the millennia before it, it's that the twists and turns of the multiverse are infinite and unpredictable. In assembling their team of Guardians, he'd only just begun to grasp its facets in detail, just started to taste the endless font of knowledge – before he'd had to close himself off from it once again.

But he knows one thing for certain: There's no timeline where Peggy Carter doesn't give all she has. ]


She's a friend. Or... a version of her. I don't know who got the serum in your world, but lemme tell you – Carter's hell on wheels with it.

[ Friend. It comes out of his mouth without thinking, like it's natural. Friend. He'd found kinship with his team, after obliterating all else he'd ever known. He guesses they're as close as he'll ever get. ]
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-26 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Shaking me down?

[ That is a term that Jack has heard before and he looks back at them. Understanding finally shutters over his face and he shakes his head. Oh this is not good, he's going to have to figure out what power level he has to use for this so he doesn't blow up a building by accident. ]

You're going to have to trust me that it's a very bad idea. But maybe I should show you.

[ Jack just wants to scare them off. He doesn't want to hurt anyone. There are enough superpowered people here that showing a tiny bit won't be a surprise and may make them reconsider. His eyes flash a bright white-gold and the area around them goes suddenly very, very cold. Shadowed wings swoop behind him and he glows briefly.

That seems to have done the trick. A bat is hardly going to deal with whatever is going on with this serious youth. They beat a hasty retreat and Jack goes back to normal. ]


I didn't want to hurt them.
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[personal profile] mouton 2025-05-26 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the knocking on the glass is a good distraction, not solely from that jarring visual of a name, but as an alert to remind himself that he's not exactly in the best situation to be getting caught up in his own thoughts. plus ... ]

Usopp!

[ leave it in sanji to be a dangerous flooding situation and still finding a way to briefly grin at the relief in seeing a familiar face, particularly one of his very own crewmates that he'd spent far too much time separated from. whatever words usopp had called out on the other side though go completely unheard save for a muffling noise, which means his own shout is likely to be filtered the same on the other side.

still, he kicks through the water, trying to work his way closer towards the glass. ]


It's locked! [ he uses the motions of his hands to try to pair with the careful pronunciation of his lips in case usopp can decipher it, giving a point towards the door before vibrating his hand as if miming the jiggle of the handle being locked before crossing his arms to form an x. he works similar kinds of motions with the rest of his words, mouthing them slowly. ] It needs a code — from outside — to open.