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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.
TDM Questions? Here — Game Questions? FAQ
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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] carmesi 2025-05-27 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
( sanji seems to have fond memories of his time as a pirate, out at sea, and he would be right to think that to wanda it sounds fantastical, whimsical. she imagines impossibly blue waters, the salty spray, a kind breeze to abate the warm sun.

when he says his part about the government and being a criminal, how it doesn't make you that, she stops, looking up at him. would that he hit the nail on the head, most likely without realizing. inclined forward as she is, close to his space, it makes this specific moment a lot more intimate, when he reaches his hand to draw her hair back.

right, the burn mark.

she nods, gaze listing to the side for a moment in active consideration of whether he is someone she could trust before returning to face him. she nods, once, and brings hands back to her lap. )


I was in a prison. ( —in the sea— ) I guess that when I got here, the cuff — malfunctioned.

( her fingers twist together, fidgeting, as does her mouth, worry drawn on the lines of her face as she scoots back, looking down. )

...sorry I didn't mention it earlier.

( because even if he thinks the way he does, it's different to talk to someone who was in prison, justly or not, regardless of their crimes, and she figures that not everyone is comfortable with this kind of company. those who had offered her a ride when she first arrived? they had the benefit of seeing her uniform, of making their own assumptions and decisions; sanji had no such benefit. )
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-27 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ His sheer excitement at the mention of space is...something. Not something Amos is used to seeing. Not bad, actually, just a lot. But the kind of a lot that just takes a minute getting used to, and doesn't actually bother him in any way at all. He recognizes it as a form of feeling and emotion he doesn't himself have familiarity with, but it's interesting. To see it. He's just — fully being himself, no mask, no filtering, just who he is. Gotta admire it. He likes him, he finds.

Which is why what he says next isn't exactly an answer to anything at all, but some kind of start, maybe.

He's got nothing to be sorry for, though. And that may or may not be clear in the way Amos slightly tilts his head, his expression just barely softening. ]


Guess we'll owe each other some stories.

[ His tone suggests he's okay enough with the idea, but internally, Amos is — a little cautious about this. In terms of 'owing' anyone anything at all, this is easy, simple, innocent. It's not really owing each other anything, at the heart of it. No promises have been made.

What makes him hesitate and feel like he's one foot in the door and one foot out is the suggestion all but implies he has some degree of intention about seeing him again. And he's not sure how he feels about it, not sure how he'd feel about it no matter who he was chatting up in the samples line at the store.

It's something about this kid, though, that makes him less 'foot out the door' about it all. He genuinely wants to know more about what all of this protecting people business is, all of these creatures he hunts, and whatever the important thing is he needed to do before he got here. It's a lot for anyone to carry around, especially someone like him. ]


Kinda boring if I tell you everything right away.

[ He's next up for his sample, and he has places to be, but just one thought tugs at him and for whatever reason, he needs to check. Figures it's Holden's influence in him. ]

You got somewhere to stay for now?
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[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-05-27 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I suppose we could.

[ No one's ever really suggested that to them before. Mostly they're relieved to finally be free to choose their own style of dressing, and the colours they prefer.

Their childhood had been full of matching outfits; it was something their mother enjoyed doing in particular. And while he and Alisaie had grown rather tired of what served as a novelty, wanting nothing more than to express their individual selves, it was hard to deny their mother of an innocent gesture that made her happy. It wasn't until they'd reached Eorzea and began to forge their own separate paths did they extend such a parting to their wardrobes as well.

He studies the windshield wiper for a moment, trying to recall where he'd read about them in the manual, before he focuses back on the topic at hand. ]


I am rather fond of the colour blue, however.
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[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-05-27 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Buffs would be advantageous, even if their tasks after this wind up being not so demanding.

On a silent count to three, Alphinaud joins the other boy in sampling the chocolate egg, chewing it with a surprising crunch that is not wholly unpleasant. Neither is its taste which is chocolate, to be sure, but something else he can't put his finger on. ]


Hmm. [ He swallows. ] Well, that is ...

[ He turns back to his taste-tester-in-arms. ]

What do you think?
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[personal profile] mouton 2025-05-27 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ in part, there's worry that the question might be too intrusive, but far more concerning is the state of that burn on her skin, something that seems like a much more concerning injury that the miniscule scrape upon his own knee. his lips twist a bit at her mention of a cuff, of it malfunctioning — not because it concerns him with questions of her possible crimes, he'd hardly care at all what the reasoning for her arrest had been, but that she'd been made to wear on at all, that anyone could even dare consider wrapping anything so cruel around her neck. ]

'Sorry'? Why would you—? [ his brows knit with confusion at her apology, shaking his head swiftly to it. ] They're the ones who should be sorry. If I saw the shitbags who put that around your neck —

[ there's a brief tension in his tone, not at all phased by her being in a prison, but that she'd faced any kind of cruelty while there. but he presses his lips together to ease back on his own distraught annoyance, focusing more on the priority at hand, on her, his voice returning to gentle concern as he continues to study the mark. ]

You said you've been here days, yeah? [ hmm, and it's still that vivid and dark. ] Might get infected or start to scar if it's not treated. You, uh — [ he turns his head to meet her eyes, trailing his gaze down to topical cream she'd used on his knee. ] I could help put some of that on — if it's okay. Burned my hands on the stove enough times as a kid to know how to be gentle with it.
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[personal profile] smilefornow 2025-05-27 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Arthur can't quite say he believes her. He doesn't know if he does.

But he does believe Sally believes it. Whatever the truth is, what she's going through is real. There's no doubt of that. She may be a very good actress, but this...this is different.

And despite what he's told himself, Arthur Hastings is not, in fact, a monster. As awkward as it is, as difficult as he finds emotional displays - he can't help it, he's an Englishman - he can't be a prick.

Not when Sally is literally crying against him. She's such a tiny thing, made even smaller in her raw feeling. His heart skitters in confusion and mild distress and some sort of sympathy. And there's a strange sort of awe, too, to think of Sally Boyle, fantastical mod gal on the go, weeping in his arms. It's eerily like some rather embarrassing daydreams he's had. A twinge of guilt quickly follows at even recognizing that.

Cautiously, hesitantly at first, his arms go around her. It's like holding a trembling bird, there's practically nothing to her. And Arthur is a tall man, long of limb. It's easy to envelop her. It begins to feel natural, as he closes the embrace.]


I'm...here for you.

[It's all he can think of to say. Platitudes would be practically an offense, and he's absolute shit at grief. He's quick to turn his into anger. That certainly wouldn't be helpful here.

So he just stands there, on the side of the road beside his bus, holding her and letting her cry.]
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[personal profile] intelligent 2025-05-27 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Good news! It's the most beat up looking (and probably a knock-off) of the classic...



Miguel has probably never heard of Back to the Future because if he did, he would be groaning about the irony for the rest of his life. When it comes to what he thinks is "old", he's just overly dramatic about it. He slides in, wiping a layer of dust from the passenger door controls and glances around the rest of the machine... well. It sure is... a car.

There's a pause, as he shakes a thought around in his head like a snow globe before settling on a decision. ]


Name's Miguel, by the way.
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[personal profile] lessnosey 2025-05-27 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Sorry, can't read your lips very well over the dark and pouring weather out here, buddy. But it's fine! He'll be able to hear you once he goes ahead and breaks this glass! No sweat!

He pulls back on the slingshot — and fires.

... And immediately, the pellet bounces off the window and his forehead — in that order, of course.



He drops like a sack of potatoes, his hand moving to cradle a goose egg growing on his hairline.]


... Ooooh...
Edited 2025-05-27 04:24 (UTC)
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[personal profile] lessnosey 2025-05-27 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Sitting up meekly, he dejectedly moves toward the window again.]

... So the glass doesn't break!

[APPARENTLY]

What else should I do?! [He glances back toward the front, then back to Sanji, making little button pressing gestures.] I don't know which buttons to press to unlock it! Buttons! [And then, loud and slow, like he's talking to an elderly man who is heard of hearing:] Buttons! Weird symbol code!
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[personal profile] lessnosey 2025-05-27 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
You're crying!!

[PLEASE PLEASE LITTLE REINDEER BUDDY--]

They stitched it up and said I was good to go!

... And that I owed them a ton of money for the weird motorized bicycle they gave me...

[He is not remotely familiar with motorcycles, okay? Just squish together 'motorized' and 'bicycle', the vision is there. He may have gotten more scuffed up just trying to figure out how to ride the thing, but it's fine...]

... Man, I'm sorry Chopper. Not knowing my own crew feels all kinds of wrong.
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[personal profile] sadpoem 2025-05-27 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Crunchy, but not like a malted milk ball. Sunny takes mental notes (small and orbular), still chewing (chewy too), a little salty (made with tears?).

[Sunny glances around for something he could compare the taste to. His eyes land on a salted caramel, and he plucks it up off of its display. He takes another chocolate egg too, then holds them both up. Similar enough? He's not quite convinced yet...]
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[personal profile] decussate 2025-05-27 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Knave.

[ That is what she goes by, so ubiquitously that it may as well be her real name. Yet at this time, suspicious-sounding titles serve no purpose, so she adds simply, ]

Or if you wish, you may call me Arlecchino.

[ She lifts the tire out, blinking stoically at its weight but otherwise showing no signs of difficulty as she sets it upright on the ground. She rolls it gently at Lucina, clearly expecting her to take charge of it.

In the next moment, a strange, nearly organic twist of black and crimson erupts from the ground and kicks up one corner of the car just enough to make it level. An impromptu tire jack. It may or may not leave a dent in the end, but let's not worry about that. ]


Now, as for what's next... What do you think, Lucina?

[ She doesn't intend for this to be complete charity, after all. Best that Lucina get involved and learn. Arlecchino isn't overly familiar with cars, so for all she knows, tires are at risk of popping once a week. ]
Edited (THE WAY I FORGOT LUCINA'S ARM IS IN A SLING) 2025-05-27 23:17 (UTC)
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[personal profile] vilebled 2025-05-27 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Maria casts a sidelong glance to the water pooling at her feet, checking to see if the faces have returned, before quickly scripting her reply. ]

Corpses. Or so it seemed. Something else is at work here.
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[personal profile] haemophile 2025-05-27 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Laszlo jerks forward slightly on being released, as she'd caught him mid-stride and the momentum had been frozen alongside him. He files that information down somewhere in the back of his mind.

He makes no further move toward her, though, only adjusting his cuffs like he is being very casual about the whole thing.

"Woman, I think the better question is measuring hunger against stupidity. There are plenty of meals out here who won't be such a ball ache to murder, I'm sure."
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[personal profile] vestments 2025-05-27 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
( the avengers, marc finishes, even as stephen's tone is filled with more urgency, even as the glow shifts to a more familiar orange. marc spins round as best he can in water, right hand reaching instinctively to the slim truncheon kept at his thigh.

in the dim lighting, in the wet, the white of it is more stark, offset by the light cast by stephen. marc grips it, prepared but not panicked, eyes searching the water and—

—nothing?

no, not nothing. he's played this game with stephen before, the first time they'd met. stephen had been right and marc hadn't believed him, and it'd almost been too late. (marlene—.) he could ask what stephen saw and he still might, but for now, seemingly without care, marc wades in the direction of whatever it was. he doesn't go far, not for the moment, just enough to be momentarily swallowed by shadows, before— mm.

the water is higher, and marc stills, attention shifting as the realisation occurs to him, tinged with the awareness that he doesn't know where it's entering from. (whatever, it's fine. it's still not a problem.) he turns back, gaze lifting to meet stephen's in the equivalent of a shrug, just as a flash of movement in the corner of his eyes grabs his attention. it doesn't last long, his gaze doesn't settle — choice? doubt? familiarity? — but his jaw clenches and the knit of his brows is deeper and— )


Avengers. ( belatedly, finally. tight and weighted, the memory of a conversation sitting at the edges of his thoughts. and if I remember correctly, you assaulted stephen strange and stole his power—.

pointedly, deliberately, as a means of distraction, marc reaches for the papers he'd put to one side, and holds them up and out for stephen. marc's not precious, maybe there's something there he'd be able to make sense of that marc hasn't. (religious ████████ delusional.) the corners of his mouth twitch, settle into a brief, thin lin, and the papers don't crinkle as marc's grip tightens only because they're damp.

(there's nothing to say it's him, and yet—.)

he straightens. )


Wong. ( he lifts his other hand, the one still holding the truncheon, just a touch. his gesture — dismissive — would be clearer if his hands were free, but as they're not) Las Vegas devil-killing death squad. ( beat. a flicker and a lift of a shoulder. ) Midnight Sons. I owed a favour.

( no, the favour came after.
(he probably owes two favours now.) )
Edited (sighs deeply sorry friend) 2025-05-27 06:48 (UTC)
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[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-27 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[When is the obvious question, yeah, but Wade's attempting to make himself not... you know what? He's not really sure what he's doing. He's not kidding when every other Logan killed him upfront, and the only one who didn't was too drunk off his ass to try it.

This one's so... stone cold sober, it's feeling nearly G-rated. No threats? (Okay, mild threats with the whole "I'm not in the mood" thing; anyone else gives disappointed dad, but Logan gives angry bartender with his finger on the trigger under the counter.) No flash of claws? He hasn't even been thrown through a wall!

This feels like... dunno. Normality? Feels like something he had once. The two of them, exhausted, wrung through from regenerating from being literally fucking atomized, eating half-price shawarma (not one of Wade's better ideas) while he squeezed Mary to his chest. It's not perfect, it's not all life could give him. It's not even how he saw his life going. But it's something small, and it's familiar, and it's safe. It's not the same Logan, but to Wade, now he's stuck in this new hell, he doesn't really give a shit.

Least for now. But he does still miss his dog. He didn't take her from Nicepool only to abandon her.

He can do this. There's Cable, there's Logan. That's... okay, that's a terrible combo, actually, there's a reason they didn't meet on screen. He's gotta make sure they never do. Not like he's gonna stay here forever. Not a chance in hell he'd give up the life he carved out in Earth-10005, not when Ness was -- well. Still there.

Yeah, he's capable of thinking of all of that in the space between sentences, fuck off.]


Sentinels? [His brows raise as he mouths the word "wow," but in a really not enthusiastic way.] Not a name I was expecting to get dropped this early. [But now Wade's looking at him suspiciously, counting those crow's feet and wrinkles again. Hard to tell what Logan's lookin' like under those clothes, but he knows if he got that shirt off, he'd have more to go on.] So, who's "we"? Anyone I'd know? And hey, this is totally random, head me off if I'm going nowhere with this, but do you mind if I just --

[He doesn't wait for an answer as he tries lifting Logan's shirt. Come on! Just one glimpse of those beauties! For science. 'Cause now he's gettin' heebie jeebies for a whole different reason. The reason being he doesn't know which one this is. And it's -- fucking annoying, not knowing.] Just wanna know what gym era we're workin' with.
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[personal profile] eyesite 2025-05-27 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
( such a predisposition is something he’d regard as overly generous, if he were being charitable himself. his more cynical side would be quick to label it closer to “foolish,” though that’s just his own predisposition. paranoia, while certainly not exclusive to it, finds sound placement within the domain of the Eye; there had been some time when he had lived in an extended, inflamed state of it, driven half-mad by how the trickery of one of the Spiral’s creatures felt for all the world like debris caught painfully in one’s eye. he had managed to recover the ability to trust, but he did so sparingly—as if it were some precious, finite resource. that he’s so willing to approach and chat with strangers in this world has less to do with the concept of “trust” and more to do with his own warped sense of self-preservation (or lack thereof).

he doesn’t glean any sense of looming potential danger from angel, however. what she seems to grapple with now is the sudden existential question posed to everyone pulled into this place as “fluxdrifts” from their own universes of origin. truth be told, he has precious little help to offer on that front, adopting a “day to day” approach to it himself.

john can tell as soon as she gets to her feet that she’s injured, or at the very least recovering from one; if he is one thing, it is “observant.” )


By default. As I said, it is one of the only ones.

( apparently there are other cities to the north and south that maintain their position in the landscape, but most people seem to gravitate to Panorama. it’s partially by necessity. even if one were possessed of the intention to rough it out in the wilderness, it was dangerous in ways beyond the elements, any lack of supplies, or whatever bandits might come across them. with the world’s strange impermanence and the diffusion zones that can crop up, staying in the strongholds end up being, as angel said, not much of a choice one gets to make.

a “rough start” was certainly a way to put it. )
Let’s just say that the doctors and I were both pleasantly surprised that I managed to pull through.

( most people don’t walk off being stabbed in the heart, after all…

he shifts his attention to her, however, and there’s a sort of pressure as he does so; it elicits the sort of prickling sensation one gets when they feel they’re being watched. it lasts for just a moment, and then he blinks, nodding as if he confirmed something to himself. )
Fortunately, it looks as though it’s been realigned properly, so it shouldn’t trouble you for that much longer.
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[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-27 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
[This sort of thing's never happened to her, huh? Hahah, that's gonna be changing real quick.]

Oh, me? Yeaah. [Light chuckle, and a flap of his hands, but not in the you know way, more just waving off her concerns.] Yeah, I can't die anyway, so, yeah. Yep. Was totally fine the whole time. Before you get all judgemental, I mean, I have drowned. Before. Multiple times. Toooons of experience, it's why I'm so good at acting. The rest I attribute to Nickelodeon.

[Oooh. That's a deep cut.]

You ever just wanted to reenact almost dying? Yeah, hah, me either, that'd be so morbid. Speaking of morbid, seriously, there are ghosts in here. Well. [He gives her a raise of his brows under the mask, lifting both hands for quotation marks.] "Ghosts." It's more like extremely targeted and sort of mean visual hallucinations. You into that? I've been waiting for someone to experience the horrors with me for, like, seven hours.

[No, there wasn't a single good explanation in there.]
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-27 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Logan is stone cold sober. There was a short period where he wasn't, when he first got dumped onto this planet alone, didn't know what the fuck was going on and thought, This is it. A stranger in a strange world all over again. Like Kitty said. He still doesn't have a clue what happened, but he does have Charles, Scott—the others. And they need him.

Wait. Does this guy know about the Sentinels? Logan peers at Wade. Is he from just before those damn things took on a life of their own? Or...?

All efforts to logic that out go flying when Wade just. Grabs at him, and the idiot's real lucky he's got the energy of an untrained dog jumping on your lap than an actual threat. The sort of energy that doesn't immediately trigger the claws—but it does make Logan shove him back, hard enough to rock the seat and rattle the table. Coffee splashes over the mug's rim.

What the fuck. ]


Hey— [ Jesus. ] Do that again, you're gonna lose that fucking hand.

[ Anyway, whatever civility was growing between them evaporates in an instant. Logan crams the rest of the pancake in his mouth and grabs his jacket. He gives it a shake, then shrugs it on. He needs a hot shower. And some goddamn sleep. And to be alone without some handsy asshole who won't stop yapping.

(But somehow, for some reason, Logan still doesn't leave his ass. He could, but he doesn't. And he can't explain why. That itch every time Wade talks. Something about it—the voice, his eyes.) ]


We're done here. Let's go.
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[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-27 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Every second of his life is a Time.

Wade eventually stops his struggling as the cat-man (can't forget the hyphen) runs off once again, presumably to solve this stupid puzzle without his help. He could help, honestly, but he tossed that binder somewhere else while he was looking for more staplers, and once he found that unicorn-head letter opener? All bets were off.

He already has it sheathed where Baby Knife used to rest on his leg.

The problem is, while the cat-man scurries off and works on actual work, Wade's got a lot of time to ponder. And what he ponders is this: what do cat-men read as appropriate greetings? This is alternate world stuff. He's never had a cat, but there was an alley cat near Al's crack den apartment that greeted him every night by jumping out with a kitty yowl from behind a dumpster. Surely that's gotta be, like, some kind of normal greeting? Like, "holy shit, I'm so hype to see you!" 'Cause that little guy knew Wade had the goods. The tuna goods.

So when G'raha runs in through the now open door, it's eerily silent beyond the sloshing of leftover water. The masked man? Appears to have left.

Unfortunately, he's been training his whole life for this. To use his powers in the worst way possible. So when he drops down from the ceiling where he was hanging from his sword (embedded in the foamy tile like a pencil) and throws himself at G'raha, yelling, "NICE JOB, FURRY!", it's the merc equivalent of "holy shit, I'm so hype to see you!" But in a language a cat-man would understand.]
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[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-27 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately he was sort of tensed up so he almost falls out of the window on his face, but catches himself as he finally gets Bea unhooked from the fucking window with her help, where he tumbles to his feet, brushing himself off. Looking as if he absolutely wasn't frozen in a window and wasn't mildly freaked out by it -- but honestly, he's seen way worse, and he's got all his skin, so that's a BIG plus.]

I -- [He pauses, clearing his throat. Right. That's a thing.] Okay, that's kind of a tall order, don't you think?

[Like, they just met, and this suit might not have cameltoe, but it is pretty snug. Comfortably so. Sort of keeps all the bits and bobs where he wants them so nothing goes swinging out where it doesn't belong.

No apologies. You're the one skimming his brain, sister.

Wade looks down at himself. Looks back at her. Looks between them. Looks almost coy for a second as he rights all the wrinkles out, shifts the holster on his thigh, smooths down his mask. He's been waiting to say it.]
It's so the bad guys can't see me bleed. [It's basically a third catchphrase.] Also it's like Night of the Living Dead under here, [He gestures to his mask,] and it saves on make-up the more I've got it on.

[He means artists, specifically, but it could easily be interpreted as if he tries to hide what's under there with God's strongest foundation. Which. Okay, the hair system was completely different. That was a confidence booster.] And what's with your -- [He makes a circle with his hand around the room, but he's really just trying to think of a come-back and not coming up with anything. Shit. Wade drops his hand.] So, how's your day going? You know, with the rolling blackouts and the multiverse kidnapping?
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[personal profile] vaimanat 2025-05-27 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ But Andy don't you know pants are only for sissy girl boys.

But even she can see the wisdom for what it is. Standing up, brushing herself off, and making her way over to the - whatever it is. There is no decorum to it particularly, but she does her best to not be too irritating about the entire thing. Smoothing her dress under her, and taking her crown off her head - though not the veils and otherwise. ]


I am well, you do not need to worry on my account. I shall not... pass out at any moment.
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[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-27 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, he knows about them in an all-around knowledgeable sort of way. Never had a chance to do his own tussle with him, and honestly? Probably for the best. The way the narrative goes, he'd definitely be on the fridged side of things, and then someone could make a joke about him being dead meaning at least there's quiet, and someone cool and respectful like Storm would say something like, "all there is is quiet, because everyone's dead," and it would be really fun for everyone, in between the indiscriminate mutant murder.

Anyway, nothing new. Wade's barely phased by it, and he catches the mug before it slips off to crack against the floor. Between all his chattering he somehow did manage to down pancakes and eggs and a slightly worrying amount of syrup, but he maintains it's not as off-putting as Logan rolling up pancakes like shitty smokes and biting them like they're Pocky.]


Easy, tiger, I see we're still sensitive about a little handy action. It's not even the first time. [That he's lost a hand, he means. It's one of the less annoying things to regrow, but still. After that hardy breakfast, does he really wanna cap it with a bunch of blood everywhere?

Sentinels, a lack of drinking, and he hasn't popped claws. Even stopped to save him. Stopped to... eat fucking Denny's.

Who are you?]


Wait! [He pops up, digging into one of his pouches.] Don't wanna leave a bad impression. There's no comment cards. [So what he does leave is the exactly four toonies he had on him, dropping them in front of the machine that printed their breakfast as a tip. He pats it on the head (?).] Four outta five. We'll be back for seconds!

[As it is, he heads off to follow Logan back to his car.] So. [He heads for the door of his yellow Beetle, still where he left her.] See you around?

[He can't help it. Wade loves cinematic parallels.]
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[personal profile] vaimanat 2025-05-27 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-27 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
I'm aware, but thank you for the clarification.

[ Said with more obvious amusement and a hint of sarcasm. Not that he was actually worried, but maybe it's not a bad thing that she clears that up. Not everyone's going to be able to stop an accident the same way he could. ]

Valid reasoning, provided you know how to ride it.

[ He waves a hand to the bike. ]

Go on. This is a rather ideal place to practice. [ Open road, no traffic, just the two of them. ] You won't fall, I promise you that.