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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] diametrically 2025-05-26 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Clout and internet fame sounded like things that would make Cassian's skin crawl. Perhaps that's unsurprising however given his skillset. His ability to blend into the background of most situations is a quality that made his line of work far easier than it would be otherwise. But to each their own.

He catches the wince and wonders again, for the second time, if he's coming across too harshly. It would be easier to drive off of and leave her to her now-oil filled car if she were an asshole. But then she goes and sounds hopeful and, well. It's not her fault that her car didn't come with a manual. Nor is it her fault that he's in a worse mood than usual thanks to the series of events leading up to this. ]


I wouldn't offer if I didn't mean it.

[ He heads off towards his car and is back moments later with his own manual. They aren't the same models, but he'd gone through enough cars before settling on this one to know that the variations under the hood were slight. ]

It's probably easier to start with what you don't know or want to know.
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[personal profile] avo 2025-05-26 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a pause now, as Matt brings the cloth back down from where he'd finished up with the first round of cleaning this man's nose up.

He turns his hands over to demonstrate where his knuckles have been bruised, and the skin shows as a little bit raw. Kind of like a guy who's been in a fight himself more recently. Maybe as recently as a couple of hours just before he'd run into Cassian, actually.

And if Cassian were to study Matt's face, he might notice the scrape at his eyebrow, just above one of the frames of where his sunglasses sits. Sure, he could have bumped into something by accident — he's blind, after all, and it's a particular favourite excuse of his — but there's something about the scruffiness of his countenance that might say otherwise.

He waits for a moment, waits for Cassian to pick up what he's putting down before he flexes his fingers and reaches for the cloth again. ]


Like I said ... I like to be prepared.
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-26 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Fern is familiar with such a spell, but she also knows that it will only last so long. He could reapply it, but just how long do they want to remain trapped in a building filled with water? In theory, the water would burst out eventually, freeing them, but she isn't going to take any such thing for granted.

No, they've been given a puzzle to solve. In her experience, nothing is going to work for them unless they play along.

As if to make her point, the water that had only been halfway up her calf suddenly surges up, throwing her off-balance. She grabs for the edge of the desk to steady herself and shoots the wizard a sharp look, watching as he slams the binder closed. So much for having everything under control. ]


What is it? Did you find something?

[ Does this mean they're closer or further away from finding the right answer? ]
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-05-26 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gustave. Yes. He knows.]

Gustave, with Expedition 33. I'm aware.

[There are secrets that he must hold onto, kept in a steel trap. There are other revelations, however, that are useless to keep caged in the same manner — they'll fly free soon enough, especially if there are any other Expeditioners that have been pulled from the Canvas to this world. His familiarity with Gustave is one of them.]

Come on, we can talk more in my room if you like. I've got a bandage or two there to keep you from bleeding all over the floor until we find you something better.
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-26 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I know a lot about them, I could tell you!

[ Jack latches onto reasons for him to talk with other people because he is a lonely individual and very alone at the moment. He also is someone who can't trust himself to make good choices on his own. He will, because he has to, he has no other choice here, but it makes him very nervous. Too many people have managed to influence him in the wrong direction though that it's just as dangerous for him to cling to strangers and listen to them intently as if they can show him the way. One of these days he'll have to be able to listen to his own voice and trust in himself. Today is just not that.

His eyes widen into saucers at that description and he has a similar excited look to a childish wonder. Jack loves space stories, he's a huge Star Wars fan. It's the one place that he could probably go that he doesn't know how. Lucifer told him they were capable of going out into the stars and universe, but he never showed Jack how, so the idea of it is still novel. ]


A spaceship? Do you know how to fly one? Have you been in any space battles? Have you been on many planets?

[ His usual quiet tone is enthusiastic now as he eagerly asks the questions, but it's only a moment or two later that he realizes he's peppered Amos and that's probably annoying. His excitement can be exhausting to other people, he knows that, and he's fairly slow to it ordinarily, he's not often so energetic. ]

Sorry. [ He deflates and his smile is nervous, hesitant. ] Maybe if you see me there, you can tell me about your space travels? [ It's hopeful but giving Amos the ability to walk away without pressure.]
nadine_he_loves: (small smile)

[personal profile] nadine_he_loves 2025-05-27 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Nadine's eyes actually light up when she sees what Logan has. She can just make out the title in the low light. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.]

Let us go then, you and I, when the evening spreads against the sky....and then I forget the rest until the part about the room where you go to talk about Michelangelo.

[She chuckles. Funny what the mind holds onto. But it's such an unexpected bit of familiarity.

The same can be said of him. There's just a sort of sense she's found she gets about people, ones from times and places similar to her own. It's nothing she can put her finger on, just little things that spark a familiarity.]


I don't know, I'd argue you've got the better find there. I was a teacher, back in another life.
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[personal profile] kidproof 2025-05-27 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's the best sleep he's had in a while, being in a moving car with someone he's guardedly deemed capable. It might not last very long, but it's rejuvenating in the way that only a cat nap after little to no sleep can be and when her voice jars him he rolls his shoulders with an achy grunt and sits up in the passenger's seat with his eyes first on the area around them. The lay of the land, potential hazards, and potential threats are the primary targets of his focus.

This is followed by a deep exhale. ]


My turn?
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-27 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's no telling just yet if these people are in fact ill-intentioned, but it seems like a safe bet. Maybe it's the fact that Fern has been in Barovia for so long, where more often than not even people who might seem kind and well-meaning at first had some ulterior motive, but she's not exactly interested in giving the benefit of the doubt right now.

They'll understand more as they approach, she's sure.

She nods, though when he asks that question she expels a breath — almost a scoff. Even though it's dark, he'll be able to hear the squeak of a leather glove tightening as she curls her fingers around the hilt of her dagger. She doesn't unsheathe it, but the point is clear enough. ]


Yes. You don't need to worry.

[ And if he's asking, then that implies he's also capable. He doesn't seem to be armed, but some don't require a weapon to dole out damage. ]

You first, then. I'll be right behind you.

[ It will be better if he can draw their attention first, allowing her to attack from an unseen angle. If it comes to that — but she's prepared for the worst. ]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-27 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
I was trying to get to my room.

( it's funny how he phrases it, like it's her fault the door 'met her face'. wanda pouts petulantly, grabbing at the swab, and rubbing her hands with it to clean up the blood that had started to dry there.

she glances down at his hands, at the one he had used to help her stand, and dabs the swabs there, too, to help him clear up the blood. it doesn't matter to her that it stops him from continuing what he's doing. )


—I couldn't see. ( obviously; she sets the swab down once it's dried. ) You didn't have to open the door so suddenly.
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-27 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ None of those names are known to her. Perhaps it had been foolish to assume that every vampire or dhampir was from Barovia, but then again, how could she have known they were on other plains as well?

It's a disconcerting thought, honestly. ]


... And what were you doing there?

[ She's still staring him down. The interrogation continues, it seems. Just because he doesn't drink blood doesn't mean he's well-meaning in any way. Not that she expects him to outright admit to such things. ]
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[personal profile] elriche 2025-05-27 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
I see. [ It's no surprise that any version of Doctor Strange would take this information in stride, although many might not feel the same pang of regret, the same streak of covetous desire. Is there a Christine in this man's world, Stephen wonders? Is there a Strange who still wears his name with pride, who uses a modest breadth of powers for something outside himself?

Stephen shakes it off. No, it's done. His history is no one's but his own. What's important is each step that comes after.

The water laps at the edges of the nearby desk. Stephen glances at it, frowns. Is it higher than before? He realigns his attention on the suited man in front of him. ]


Spectre, [ he repeats back. Probably an alias, but that's fine by him. It's the whiff of something else on the guy that gives him pause – though on closer inspection, it's traces of ash rather than a smoking fire. Like the man's been surrounded by the stuff, marinated in it. Something old, and powerful. Something Stephen may have beckoned through the breach once upon a time, that he may have swallowed whole.

It's done, he says to himself, like repetition will make him stronger. He keeps his face even, quirks his mouth. ]


Don't suppose that "work" had something to do with–

[ Something breaches the water behind Spectre's leg. Teeth halfway surfaced, bloodshot eyes and matted hair. Stephen inhales, raises his hands into orange, runed disks. ]

Behind you!
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shhhh it's fine

[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-27 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ The hug takes him aback and for a moment it's like he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He's not one for physical affection, particularly with strangers. A lifetime of being guarded and somewhat cagey except in front of a select few has made him reluctant in the physical touch department, balking at any attempts at it from people he didn't know. But he doesn't push her off. Her trembling arms wrapped around him root him in place and he slowly exhales before wrapping his arms around her in turn.

Silently it's his way of telling her it's okay. She was going to be okay. He was here. They were in no immediate danger and it was okay to let her guard down because he would be here to watch out for her. Rain comes down in torrents around the awning they've taken shelter under and the flickering lights from the building don't make it feel particularly safe. But as he's learned from experience, the environment doesn't always matter so long as you've got someone there who feels like a safe place or someone to rely on.

And while he occasionally doubts how safe of a person he is, he can be that person for her at least for now in this moment. Others she might have been more familiar with may have scolded her or questioned her reason for being here in the first place when she may appear woefully unequipped. But he doesn't know her like that. And that's frankly, the very last thing she probably needs.

After a moment he pulls back but not away, brow furrowed in concern as he examines her more closely not that they're outside. ]


Did you injure yourself? I have a first aid kit in my car.

[ Leave it to him to ignore the fact that he's somehow managed to cut himself. ]
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-27 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Fighting against a vampire who wished to cause an eternal eclipse and be treated as a god.

[The answer is delivered in the same calm and even tone as he has been using since the start of the conversation.]

Would you like names as well?
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sammy!! garage

[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-27 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
( wanda knows that this place is closing soon, but this is exactly the address she was given for a delivery. working at the cash register of the store only lasted so long before she was already out of a job, and deliveries it was, for the same store; at least she knew the people who employed her.

it's probably because of that they hired her for deliveries, figuring that wanda won't outright steal from the orders of others. there is some coffee, some milk, some cookies in this paper bag she carries; it seems like the garage is stocking up on the break room amenities. )


I can't leave this for tomorrow.

( she steps further inside, notes that the place is rather empty, and follows instead where the voice came from, to the man working on a car's tire.

wanda motions at the bag she holds. )


Someone called... ( she reads a note— ) Terry ordered this.

( to clarify, )

From the store.
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-27 12:27 am (UTC)(link)

[Connor looks from Castiel to Curtis and back.]

Is he upsetting you?

[Maybe that’s part of what Connor is feeling, too. Wishing that Curtis were Gavin: someone familiar. Not just in looks but in experience.

Someone who knew Hank.

But Connor can’t have that. Not Hank, not someone who knew him.

How, he wonders? How does he make this place home?]

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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-27 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Emet-Selch gives that summoned sword only a brief glance, curious as to the magic but not enough to distract from the real goings-on. About half a dozen vehicles, moving in packs of three, approaching them from either side.

The people inside look wild and bloodthirsty. ]


How annoying.

[ Emet-Selch lifts a hand and simply snaps his fingers. A volley of luminous purple spears streak toward one pack, slamming head on into two of the vehicles, piercing steel and shredding engine components. The cars veer away in a mess of flying parts, smoke and dust. ]
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[personal profile] fuckinabucket 2025-05-27 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ G'raha Tia has very accurate imaginings of the troubles composing Sally's home whether he knows it or not. Sally is not quite so hale and whole as she appears, either; even without the white mask forcing a smile onto her face, the expression still lingers and the habit follows.

It takes her a second to place the meaning of 'star', as in planet. The language makes sense even if that isn't exactly the way she'd put it herself. She hadn't even considered that they could be from different planets-- maybe just, different points on the same timeline of earth? But it makes an immediate kind of sense. It shouldn't have taken animal ears and strange markings to make her realize as much, but it's true isn't it? There could be different earths, so much as there are clearly different planets with different kinds of humanoid life!

If she were in a better mood she just might squeal at the thought. As is she's tired and still masking a sense of extreme loss over her missing daughter, so... the fangirling is kept internal, for now. ]


I did, it's true. Maybe it should have treated me better

[ She's joking-- "lying with the truth", as she does. Her theory gains a little more gravity when the foxy fellow has no idea about Britain or Lord of The Flies, either. Clearly he's from either a different planet, or another dimension. ]

Slang for Britain, dear. Lord of the Flies is... a well known book, putting it shortly. But I've got the feeling you probably won't recognize any of my culture references, even though your accent isn't too far off mine. Are you even from planet Earth?
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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-27 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Even with the dim light projected from the parts of the city that do have power, Cassian's gaze lingers on the telltale signs of bruised and ruined knuckles.

His entire childhood had been plagued by roughhousing and an inability to keep out of trouble - a trend that had apparently followed him into adulthood. And having grown up on a planet known for salvaging scrap, it wasn't uncommon to collect a number of scrapes and cuts along the way. All of which to say is that he knows the difference between knuckles that have seen their fair share of fighting and knuckles that might have accidentally cut up by scrap metal.

Next his gaze flits towards the scrape above his brow. ]


Prepared for random guys to punch someone leaving their room? [ There's a lilt to his voice as he plays along. ] I appreciate it. You being prepared that is. Have you been in Diadem long?
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-27 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, but he's tall. Fern hadn't fully realized it with him hunched in the doorway, but she can feel his height now. Not as tall as Taulok, to be sure, but taller than the average human and then some. Between that and his glowing eyes, she can't help but wonder if he isn't an average human after all.

Still, it seems that he wants to be proactive about this now. Not that she can blame him. Without asking, she shifts around him to check the door and make sure it's properly locked. Any thief worth their salt would be able to pick it without much effort, but there's not much to be done about that. ]


We can patrol the area, then, if you wish. See if there are more of them.

[ Do they need to work together? No. But somehow Fern's gotten used to it — to having a magic-user of some sort at her side. She has no idea who this man is or if she can trust him, but she also has trust in her own ability to defend herself if he turns out to be a danger as well. ]
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-27 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ His lips quirk upward. Somehow, he isn't expecting her to quote it back to him, but when he takes another look at her—it's not as surprising as he first thought.

She's got a point. ]


Oh, yeah? [ A teacher. He can see it. She could've fit right into the school's hallways, if she were a mutant. He doesn't think she is one, though it's not always obvious even to him. ] You'd have loved an old friend of mine. Actually—he ran the whole school.

[ Until there wasn't anything left to run. It'd been something, to see it standing again fifty years back. Empty, abandoned, but standing at least. The institute was a school by name, yeah, but it was also home for a lot of them. Him, too, if he's being honest.

But hell, maybe that was always the problem. The places he manages to call home, they don't seem to last. ]
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THEY GOT JOHN'S BIKE IT'S FINE

[personal profile] didthedishes 2025-05-27 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Instinctively he tenses, still not quite used to having John's sharp edges turned towards him though those moments are far and few between these days. Were Yelena here she probably would have stepped up between them like she had so many times before. Her temper could be as short as John's but perhaps more so when he was involved. Bob appreciated it because no one had really cared about him to this extent before. But sometimes he wished he could have an opportunity to hold his own. This had been an opportunity to try and stand on his own two feet. Was several weeks enough to prove that to himself? Probably not. At least, to his credit, he doesn't flinch nor does he take a step back because he can tell that his disbelief is less angry than it is confused.

And to John's credit, despite his barbs, at least there was concern buried in there. Or at least that's what Bob would like to think is the source of it. Six months hasn't been enough time to consider them a team, but Bob can at least say with certainty that this is simply how John rationalizes things that don't make sense. When it becomes clear he isn't going to be berated, he relaxes a little more, more confused than anything. Now it's his turn to try and puzzle out the inconsistency in time and memory. ]


I remember that.

[ It's as much of a reassurance to John as it is for himself. Since nearly destroying half the city he hadn't lost his memory again. And with the exception of that extreme case there was no telling what would trigger memory loss otherwise. Well, save for external substances - but he hadn't touched drugs since meeting his friends. His mouth thins a little in concern all the same as doubt attempts to creep into his mind. ]

I'm not lying, Walker. I've been here for a couple of weeks at least. [ And then, a little weakly - ] I know my memory is bad but I know that much. And don't time and place work weird here? It's all of those fluxdrifts - maybe it has to do with that.
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[personal profile] lessnosey 2025-05-27 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] positivelyroomy 2025-05-27 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: I love to see Adrian in my inbox, but only if you’ve have a bit of extra time. I’m at that “evening only” portion of my week for tagging and wouldn’t want someone in need with a more open schedule to boom to not get that. ]

[ It’s a bit odd that Martin is more comfortable with the idea of Eldritch horrors existing in his bed than magic, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t curious to see what it looks like. He feels rooted to his place next to the unconscious man, eyes widening at the flash of golden light cast over his temple. When no sign of him stirring, Martin finally glances up to see his fancy companion sitting back. The first thing he does, of course, is deny that it was a problem – ]


I figure I’d stay long enough to see if he wakes up throwing punches. [ He grins, a bit unsure. ] If that’s alright with you. [ The blond doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to move from his spot (while I'm committing myself to design his icons with that blond comment RIP). If it’s a matter of comfort well – he’s been through a lot worse than kneeling on a floor. It is a bit odd though, having a bit of small talk over the bulk of some unfortunate guy who happened to be in the hall at the wrong time.

Adrian goes on to compliment London and to admit the truth that Martin already suspected, with the eyes and magic… He seems a bit surprised to have the question returned. ]
Yeah…um, n-no? [ It’s been something that he’s personally been trying to know for sure since he woke up in the med-tent. He certainly shouldn’t be alive, and yet, here he is. Here they are – and maybe it’s because he’s so used to John being spooky all the time that the vibes coming off of Adrian aren’t as worrying as they should be. Knowing that he’s gotten into his head, he offers an apologetic look. ] Sorry. Honestly, I think I am for the most part? [ Rather than offer his whole life story, he settles for rolling his eyes in good humor at the comment about payment. And rodents. ]

Depends on the rodent, but I do have a soft spot for guinea pigs. [ They’re cute. Martin likes cute things! He’s not ashamed. ]

You’re the one with the magic, not me. Should I be worried? [ It’s 92% jest. ]
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-27 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ True, it does seem that people are arriving here in droves, dragged to this world from any number of plains. There's even a name they're called, and if the chatter is to be believed, then almost every person in this world arrived from a different one — or was born to someone who suffered that fate.

It's not a good sign. If there's no evidence of anyone returning to where they come from, does that mean she's really and truly stuck? Assuming, again, this isn't some drawn out illusion on Strahd's part.

But the more days that pass, the more she wonders...

She's shaken from her thoughts when the boy speaks up again. His response serves as some sort of relief; she herself has earned some looks with her appearance, but no one has made an issue of it as of yet. ]


It's quite tame. For a wolf.

[ Because he hasn't really explained his canine companion. She glances down at it, but only briefly, knowing not to lock eyes too long with another predator. Her own inner wolf is decently tamed as well, but that was through a good deal of practice on her part. ]
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[personal profile] lessnosey 2025-05-27 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
I thought you kicked a lot harder than that!

[All of those fancy flip-kicks, man. We're gonna have to help you bulk up... No, no, focus! Focus Usopp! He pulls his slingshot out from where it is snuggly kept in his overalls pocket, holding it up and pointing to the window.]

Never fear, Sanji! I got you!

[MOVE AWAY FROM THE WINDOW, BECAUSE THE GREAT WARRIOR USOPP WILL FINISH WHAT YOUR FOOT DID NOT EVEN START.]