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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.
chromiums: (hope you like hell; ya loser.)

[personal profile] chromiums 2025-05-16 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
You think I was stopping for the fun of it? The car came to a stop, I was trying to get it going again. You're lucky yours hasn't done something like that yet.

[ she throws a nasty look towards the truck jyn's just come out of, then glares at her again. ]

Doesn't look like it's far off, though.
godjr: (AlexanderCa1501810)

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-16 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Of course he would, I'm his family.

[ Jack is only realizing now how many things he took for granted. He's been safely tucked away into a cocoon of sorts thanks to Castiel and Sam's reassurance of him, loving him even after being soulless and having made several violent errors of judgment. He's been privileged to have that sort of support, and he sees that now that it's gone. He has the surety of a child with absolute faith in his parents, and he wonders if he was wrong. ]

We had the bunker though, and we are hunters, so we don't have real jobs. I guess I'm lucky we never had debt before.

[ Not that he was aware of before. Jack only thought about money when Dean would hand him some in order to get them groceries. Otherwise everything was just sort of provided for. He's becoming more and more aware of how sheltered he is, and has to come to grips with that without those safety nets. ]

I think he'd like the motorcycle, if he is here, I can't wait to show him.

[ One of Jack's most important life goals is to impress Dean. ]

Well nothing is like his Impala, it's special.
unsunder: (🌃 012)

[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-16 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ The dark doesn’t bother him as much as it might a regular person, with a regular pair of eyes. As it is, his own are slightly luminous in the dark, and whether it’s Vibes or the fact that Emet-Selch can see him, he can recognize when his own energy is being projected back at him.

He is either going to really like this man or really hate him. ]


The two needn’t be mutually exclusive.

[ Emet-Selch isn’t one to help out of the goodness of his heart (yes he is, or was. These days, he’s not so sure himself), but it does stand to reason that if the trouble is headed their way, it is best dealt with sooner rather than later, before it becomes a bigger headache than it already is.

He steps out of his room finally, shutting the door behind him. ]


If you mean to investigate, then you might as well not go alone.
Edited (brackets pls!!) 2025-05-16 02:42 (UTC)
godjr: (AlexanderCa1501950)

Scrapyard

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-16 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Jack is trying to size up all the potential automobile options and understand the concept of the loan, but there are more people there so he is waiting. His eyes fix on the other man lingering and waiting and his head tilts curiously at him, watching. He has a tendency to stare without meaning to. He steps up a moment after Laszlo drops the brake drum to pick it up and offer it to him politely, since it seemed like he needed it.

"I really like your clothes." The suit is different from the fake FBI ones that his family wears and they're usually in jeans and flannel otherwise. That looks like a fabric he hasn't seen before, he assumes it's very soft, and it's pretty. "They look fancy." Jack's never worn anything like that before. He wonders if it would suit him.

"What happened to your fingers?" He seems as unconcerned about Laszlo's fingers as he is, just going by what his reaction is.
evendeathmaydie: (that sucks dude)

Blackout

[personal profile] evendeathmaydie 2025-05-16 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
The knock at their door makes Keni jolt.

They, unfortunately, weren't unaccustomed to living in a motel. They hadn't had to do it for long, but it had been enough to learn at least a few things, like, strangers were going to knock on your door.

If you were lucky, it would just be the motel staff. But most of the time, it wouldn't be, and you absolutely do not open the door for them. "No exceptions," their brother had been very adamant about that at the time. And part of Keni instinctively wanted to curl up in bed and ignore it like they would have back then. But with the blackouts, it could be the staff, even this late. They had to at least check, though, not without grabbing their bat from beside the bed.

Checking the peephole, they couldn't make out much in the dark hallway, only that the figure was short. Maybe around Keni's own height.

Against their better judgment, they open the door, but leave the chain lock in place so it can only be opened so far. It wouldn't do much if this was a trap and someone tried to kick the door in, but it was better than nothing.

Getting a better look at the figure, they definitely weren't staff, but they looked like a teen. And while it shouldn't, it made Keni drop their guard enough to not immediately shut the door again.

"Uh...hi?"
potentialman: (Being fucking pathetic.)

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-16 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ He lunges forward and grabs her hand. It's only once he's got a grip that he chances a look at where the water is going. ]

...what the hell?

[ Consciously, he realizes that the rules here aren't necessarily the ones he's used to, but some part of him just immediately thinks that level of fuckery to the laws of physics can only mean this is an innate domain.

Bad fucking news.

But this is definitely not the time to stop and ponder it. ]
haemophile: (pic#)

2 lmao

[personal profile] haemophile 2025-05-16 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Try again! This body is definitely not warm.

Laszlo screws his face up like maybe he's being offered a big plate of raw entrails instead of an innocuous-looking chocolate thing, recoiling with his whole neck.]


Absolutely fucking not.

[He's about to say something else that is probably equally unkind, but he happens to glance down and catch sight of the pectoral cross hanging from Lawrence's neck.

Hissing like a feral cat, he lurches backwards, turning away and clutching at his face. There is smoke rising from beneath his hand. There is a sizzling sound.

With his other hand, he gestures wildly behind himself, pointing in the vague direction of the cross.]
Put that shitting thing away!

[They are in the middle of a supermarket. That's what's happening to Lawrence this evening.]
Edited (grammar) 2025-05-16 05:01 (UTC)
hexcurse: (pic#17570231)

[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-16 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ A rusted pickup truck ambles toward where she's broken down, pulling to a stop. The driver, a tall man in a ratty clock, opens the door and steps out.

Jayce's expression is slightly wary as he takes in the scenario from where he stands next to the open door of his truck, but his voice is gentle: ]


Need a hand?

[ There's a creaking of metal with his movement, she'll notice his left leg has a brace supporting it up to his thigh. The brace itself has probably seen better days. Even with him just standing, it's easy enough to tell that he keeps most of his weight shifted onto his other leg.

He had to change one of the tires on his truck when he first got it. He's a quick study at these things. ]
messenger: looking down, lips pressed, melancholy (❝ and i'm the worst mistake ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-16 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
... And Dean wouldn't?

[ something about that just doesn't sit right. dean has always been the one to take the young under his wing and mind them, so why is this different, suddenly? perhaps jack really is manipulating him, and he's gotten things mixed up somehow, didn't do his research quite so thoroughly. does he know about ben, and the year dean spent with lisa? does he know about dean's daughter? does he know about clare, and castiel's own terrible mistakes? it would almost feel worse if he did. perhaps he thinks him an easy target.

thinking back to metatron, castiel wonders if he might be right. ]


Sam and Dean only found the bunker recently. They've never needed jobs before.

[ castiel points out.

he doesn't know exactly how they managed. he couldn't cut it without the gas-n-sip, and even then he never earned enough to afford a motel room, let alone a place to stay permanently. they're just better at being human, he supposes. it only makes sense.

the cat food returns to its place on the shelf. ]
godjr: (AlexanderCa1501943)

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-16 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh." Jack forgets not to use the word human when referring to things, as if he's not one. "Yes, human jobs. The jobs that humans like me take on." He is a terrible liar and the flat way he says it isn't exactly reassuring. He decided that he should pretend to be a normal person here because in the past the angels and demons tried to use him, so it seemed smarter to avoid getting under any divine attention. But now he has to at least attempt to be normal. Whatever that means.

"Like us?" He takes a better look at Eight and then pauses, tilting his head curiously. Oh he's very short and he has tentacles on his head. "You don't look human." Maybe that is human though in another universe. He shouldn't just judge someone based on their tentacles. "I like your hair."
onychinus: (pic#17656956)

iii.

[personal profile] onychinus 2025-05-16 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ evidently, he's no stranger to crime. perhaps that's why it's so easy for him to detect, even when he's not explicitly trying to. ... and even if the scale of it is of sizable difference than what he's accustomed to. then again, maybe it would be harder not to notice when he's the mark itself. regardless, he seems poised even when he's feigning some degree of ignorance. he even begins to hum a mostly indecipherable tune as he walks through the crowd.

when she moves in to pilfer his wallet, sylus mostly lets her. he allows the wallet to be taken, only for it to be followed by a black-red mist that encompasses it, and before she knows it, he's already tugging it back into his own hands. when opened in this moment, she'll also see that it's... empty.

maybe he keeps it elsewhere, maybe he's (broke) for the first time in his life.
]

Perfect timing, I was just getting bored. [ his voice is calm when he speaks, devoid of any real offense. ]
valle: (Laura-DPW-08)

nope you're perfect.

[personal profile] valle 2025-05-16 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
( It was the smell. It's different, but parts of it are the same. No sickness, no death, no black cloud of cloying illness — but leather and cigars and something else. The things that make up a person, before you introduce other things into the mix. The first time she caught it, she thought she was imagining it. It happens sometimes; scent and memory are inextricably linked, and sometimes she remembers little things that make phantom smells that don't really exist — only for a second, and then they're gone, because they were never really there.

This one lingers longer, it comes and goes for days. And then it's strong enough to draw her out, finally caving to the impulse to seek out the source.

She is and isn't expecting what she finds. She knew, but she didn't know.

There are multiples in the Void. She's familiar with the concept. He's never been one of them, and while she's had plenty of time to think about what she might do if he did turn up, that strategic planning feels a little inadequate now that she's confronted with the real thing.

She looks at him. Looks at the spare tire on the ground. Flicks her eyes over to the jeep parked two spaces over, with the shitty spare donut on the rear wheel — then back to him.
)

Can you show me how to do that?

( Someone else had to help her. There might not be a someone else next time.

It's a convenient enough excuse because it's true.
)
longtooth: (009)

[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-16 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Having eaten a meal in free samples, Fern had intended to move on. She has already noted how her appearance has drawn some attention, even with her hood drawn up to mask her ears — there isn't much she can do about her face; her eyes.

But while gathering said free samples, she had noticed the bulletin board against one wall. It brings to mind a quest board, something she is familiar with. Given how much is unfamiliar in this place, and how she's already aware of the debt she owes (and how it will increase until she earns some money), it seems worth looking.

Where she had expected contracts to take down some troublesome monsters or to escort cargo through dangerous territory, however, the jobs are something else entirely.

As she puzzles over what a "cash register" is, the woman at her side speaks up in a conspiratorial tone. Fern glances over at her, then studies the job posting again. ]


Do you think the job to be more dangerous than it seems at first glance?

[ It's a good point that the stranger makes, hinting at some more sinister truth. ]
godjr: (AlexanderCa1500346)

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-16 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
I can't really see him working a normal job like behind a cash register.

[ It's a nice thought though. Jack would really like that as an idea, that Dean would care enough to do something like that for him, but he's not that naive. Dean made it clear before they went and saw Adam where Jack was to him, and he hasn't tried to convince him otherwise, Jack's respected that, they understand one another. He's no longer the child he was when he thought he could be good enough to make up for it. And it's okay.

He had Sam and Castiel. Or he did. Now he has no one. But he has to do the right thing, for Castiel. He needs someone to watch his back if Dean and Sam aren't here. It's what the family does. Family shouldn't always be about how they look out for Jack. ]


I'm not used to feeling alone. [ It's on his mind. ] It's weird and sad. Does it get easier? [ As usual, looking toward Castiel for answers. ]
valle: (Laura-DPW-10)

[personal profile] valle 2025-05-16 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
( She knows by the smell; the scents of people don't usually linger like this. Not for this long. This one doesn't get any weaker, never gets any further away — and then sound of footsteps. Heartbeats. It's hard to sneak up on her.

She's right. It's cat eat cat, and what do cats have?

When she turns, it's with claws out and eyes hard — two split adamantium blades cutting through her knuckles with only the softest snikt of metal through skin. She doesn't have to ask out loud, the warning in her posture and the look on her face all but blares why are you following me?

The answer she gets is not what she expected. There's no gun held up and pointed at her head. There's just-

Food.

The claws don't retract. The wariness, if anything, only shifts in flavor rather than intensity. This isn't an attack, this is a bargain. She almost prefers the former, at least they're more straightforward.
)

Why?

( Why are you offering? Why follow her? What's your angle? )
churnback: (049)

[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-16 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ As annoying as the guy is — and persistent in an almost delusional way — this type of situation isn't one that Amos would usually devote much time in caring about, except he's hassling the kid standing right next to him, and that just happens to make it both harder and more unlikely for him to ignore.

He doesn't clock the stranger as any kind of threat, just someone who thinks he deserves to cut in line and take up space wherever he decides he wants to be; but he also seems so caught up in his own lie, who the hell knows what he'll do after he gets his tiny toothpick of cheese ten minutes before everyone else. Is he gonna keep bothering the kid after that, too? ]


You get to hear this once.

[ He's spared any immediate escalation to more than just sharp-edged words because he's not actively harming anyone at the moment. But Amos takes his cue from the boy to the side of him, and that means his patience is thin now. ]

Step away, and back of the line.

[ If he chooses to be stupid about this, the promise of more than that is clear in Amos's eyes. He'll make a scene, sure, and probably not the best look for another new arrival, but that's not the kind of thing he worries about. ]
flyoctofly: ([15])

Blackout

[personal profile] flyoctofly 2025-05-16 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Sleep just isn't going to come to Eight tonight, even with the motel trying to help him out by plunging him in pitch darkness. His mind and hearts are just too full of questions and emotions and fears and in short, he's antsy as shell.

So he's out patrolling through the halls, with his giant paint brush and a tank full of bright yellow ink. He's certainly acting like it's an intimidating weapon, though there's no telling how a human robber might react to it. The hope is that someone just being out and alert will keep things quiet tonight.

But there's plenty of opportunists in this city, it seems. Eight hears someone bang against a door. By the time he turns the corner to see if anything was going on...the only person there seems just as mystified as he is.

"Are you alright?"
Edited 2025-05-16 03:05 (UTC)
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[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-05-16 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alphinaud remembers the taste of salt on his tongue and in his throat, treading too much water while his limbs grow over-tired and sore — surely, they're nearly there ... surely — and then something good and blessedly solid beneath him ... the rocky beach, he'd thought, or perhaps he'd hoped, before the darkness took him.

When he opens his eyes again, it's to a dark mask looming far too close, mirroring his bedraggled reflection against its shiny surface. And unfortunately, after a rather good scare, a hasty exit, and what Alphinaud can only interpret as a very unconvincing 'good luck' from the medic, he dumbly follows the masked figure outside where he poses his first question: 'Where is my sister?' before following it up with, 'And where are we?' before he gets a brief briefing.

The good news is that he does find Alisaie the moment the strange fellow, Yom Crook, leaves to terrorize some other concussed newcomer; the bad news is that this world makes very little sense. His headache still thrums dully at the base of his skull. He also can't get the taste of salt out of his mouth. And now there are 'wheels' and a city to get to, and Alphinaud can only hope that it is in this metropolis that they find their companions and friends. This feels like arriving in the First all over again.

To his sister, he suggests that they take a moment to speak with the people around here, understand their expectations, and perhaps understand this loan a little better. And on Alphinaud's part, he's going to try and ask around for advice on how he's going to commandeer a vehicle — he's nothing like his dear friend, the Warrior of Light, nor is he anything like Cid. Where they can naturally attune themselves to this sort of technology without hesitation, it is healing and magic, words and research that suit his strengths.

... and apparently accruing debts as well. (Tataru would ... never let him live it down if she knew about this. Again.

By the Twelve ...)

Opening the door of his new 'wheels' (in a colour he can appreciate, at least), he stares agog. ]


Well, this thing certainly has a lot of ... buttons.
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the blocks!

[personal profile] heritors 2025-05-16 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ The front desk handed her a key and gave her enough of a direction to get to her room. Lucina lasted a grand total of half an hour before she made her way back down, all apologetic, to return the key to a confused man. It's been a few days since then. She's been sleeping in her car. The wind cannot blow through metal walls of her vehicle, but the cramped seats and the dull light of a street lamp are strangely comforting. She makes it work.

Then, one night, the lights cut. It's drastic enough that she finds herself waking immediately, hands reaching for the hilt of her sword before her eyes adjust to the darkness. Another moment later, and the scream is enough to have her sit up and slip out of her car, a little furrow to her brows as she looks around. It cut out abruptly before she could discern where it was coming from. Waiting for the next scream feels—

She doesn't jump ( just barely ) when his voice cuts through her attention. Her head whips to look back — and up — at a man, body tense until he continues to speak. It doesn't relax, but her eyes dart in the direction he's directing her to. ]
... We should go. Someone may need help. [ At least she's decisive. ]
messenger: eyes wide, lips parted, nervous (❝ i don't know how ❞)

:)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-16 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ did you mean: the last thing he ever expected to see? castiel hardly would have noticed if the power outage had affected him, since he had spent most of his time until very, very recently laying in the dark, staring at a cracked and molding ceiling that he could see just as well as if the lights were on. this is probably also why he isn't recognized in that first moment on opening the door.

castiel reaches over and flicks the light switch, which resolves into the image of a room and an angel both rather worse for wear.

castiel blinks. ]


No.

I don't mind.
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[personal profile] joyfuljulie 2025-05-16 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh! Well it wasn't every day she got confronted by a big paintbrush! It's enough to make her start and take a half-step back but not enough to run her off completely.

After a blink or two she instantly cheers up again, hefting the boxes she carries above her head.]


Oh well I've got some aaaaaand I definitely would rather share it than eat it all by myself!

[Where did she get it? How? Who knows! It certainly smells real enough though.

That said now she loses all hesitation and begins moving forward, curious about that brush.]


Are you an artist? A painter? I have a friend who loves to paint but I've never seen him use as big of a brush before!
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Jason Todd | DC comics

[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-05-16 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
1. The Blocks: you got games on your phone?

[All in all, he's actually had rougher awakenings. And after a...productive conversation with the illustrious Mr. Crook—(kind of on the nose, isn't it?)—he's more than ready for a lay of the land. Takes the offer for a serviceable enough motorbike to get him to town and figures he'll sweat the catch later.

(A loan for a ride and a clean bill of health, buy-one-get-one free? That sounds like a racket if he's ever heard one. But six months is a lot of time to figure out how to get clean before the legbreakers come collecting.)

If nothing else, Jason's in his element in the city. Better to spend his time getting a feel for it. So: some few days after his arrival, he's perched with deliberate ease at the edge of the roof of one of the crappy motels. Not exactly drawing attention to himself, but easy enough to spot if anyone were coming out for a smoke break, or some stargazing, or some better signal on their spotty new cell phone. One tallish guy in a leather jacket and jeans, the red hood of his sweater pulled up over his head to fend off the light mist of evening rain. Maybe 20 years old or so. Leaning against a wall, legs stretched out in front of him, boots crossed at the ankle.

He's been out here a bit, apparently. He's a little damp, there's a wilting paper cup of what passes for shitty hotel coffee sitting cold beside him, and he's turning his phone over in his hands kind of restlessly as he watches the people pass by below. It's got a good view of the street and the sporadic evening traffic. Since he's got himself some company, he spares a glance over. Then he turns his attention back toward the street, though he gives the newcomer a lazy wave of his phone.
]

Y'want a go? I'm really racking up a high score on snake.

[That's...obviously not why he's up here. But he doesn't exactly seem inclined to share the details of his little stakeout, just yet.]


2. The Blocks: Blackout.

[The unreliable power isn't much of a shock, given the state of the accomodations. Sure is a pain in the ass, though, especially at times like this, when the whole East side seems to have gone dark. Doesn't exactly do a lot for a sense of security. Case in point: There's a sudden bit of a commotion from down the hall. Something slamming. Raised voices. Hard to tell the tone at a distance—it's anger, maybe. Fear, probably. Familiar enough to know it can't mean anything good.

Tracking down the right hallway, things seem to quiet just as he gets close. But he's not the only person who'd come looking. (Or hey, maybe you just have noisy neighbors. It's a tough market for motels these days.)

He looks between the door and his company in the hall. (It's oddly quiet, now. Suspiciously so, even. But this was the right direction.)

Wry—
]

So, are you gonna knock, or should I?

[Only seems polite. (He's...probably joking.)]


3. The Fringes : Sealed in

[He's kicking himself, really, for not seeing this coming. Going in without an exit strategy is about as rookie a mistake as you can get. But in his defense—well. Not like he's working from the most advantageous of positions. Nothing to do but adjust on the fly, which means figuring out what the hell to do about the lockdown. The computer is nice enough to give a hint, so all he's got to do is find the code. (Easy, right?)]

3.a : [Given the state of the sloshing cargo, it stands to reason this is some sort of medical facility. There could be plenty of plausible reason for the the spiky scrawled notes that keep cropping up as he flips through files. One of them, though, stops him before he can skim past it.

Tell me. How does that feel?

Oddly phrased, but plausible enough. Until he flips it over.

Forehand? Or—

The rest of it is blotted out by apparent water damage. (Doesn't matter, he knows what it said.) He's frozen a moment, free hand clenching and unclenching at his side. Or—it feels like a moment. But the water creeps up, and he doesn't seem to notice.
]

3.b: [He'd been nice and quiet about it at first. Did the methodical searching thing. But then the water starts to rise. And shift. And the third time he catches himself hackling at the blurry bobbing faces in the water he starts losing his patience. There's a time for quiet, and there's a time for hauling the filing cabinet off its feet and chucking it experimentally at the window just to cover your bases, and he figured the seeing things that shouldn't be there means he's hit plan B about fifteen minutes ago.

For all the good it does—the cabinet bounces off the window with a horrific crash but the glass is stubbornly unscathed. The splash it makes as it falls back into the floodwater sends even worse waves lapping up and down the walls, the scattered furniture.

Okay. Plan C, then.

But also: What the fuck.
]


4. The Fringes: Set Free

[Or, some other poor sap has landed themselves on the interior. And given the frankly nightmarish look of things on the inside, they could really stand some springing before things get worse.

Luckily, Jason's a pretty clever guy. Even better—Bruce taught him to read lips when he was twelve years old. Assuming the person stuck inside has lips...it doesn't take too long to communicate the problem. Shouldn't be hard to address it.

But he's then gone from the window for...a minute. Comes to the window to doublecheck the sequence, looking kind of harried, jaw tight, eyes gone flinty, and then ducks off again. The next time he comes back, it looks a hell of a lot like someone's worked him over while he was gone. A split in his lip, new bruise already going dark on a cheekbone. He hammers a frustrated fist into the window like it'll catch any attention through the soundproofing. Then, when he's sure he's got it— he raises a hand. Leather gloves all slick with rain and...something else. Don't ask. (Or, do. But y'know, not right now.)

He holds up 3 fingers. Then 4. Almost there. He needs those last two symbols again, bud, please and thanks.
]


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Fringes

[personal profile] raidentitycrisis 2025-05-16 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ She'd been avoiding the town so far, sticking to the outskirts and the wilds on the bike she'd been given after she'd walked from one space to another. A strange space, unfamiliar, even to her. But interesting, with intriguing mysteries to follow and answers to find. Not necessarily her answers, but that never really mattered in the long run. The answers themselves didn't really matter, after all.

The bright yellow of the strange vehicle sticks out glaringly in this wilderness, left parked outside the building she'd come to investigate, to look for the medicines that were apparently so badly needed. The interior of the place was dark, but the vehicle told her she likely wasn't alone. However, inspecting the front of the building revealed it to be sealed up tight, the sight of water lapping silently at the base of the window inside the room.

Wandering along the front of the building, she taps the hilt of her sword against the surface of the windows, but it seems made of stronger stuff than mere glass. She's going to have to find another way in, it seems. And maybe she'll discover who owns the bright car, as well. ]
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[personal profile] righteously 2025-05-16 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
( Boy oh boy oh boy, the good news is this: Dean's spent the entirety of the last year in 24/7 combat. His reflexes are the sharpest they've ever been, and he's been grappling with entities like werewolves, like vamps, monsters that all have super-strength that far outpaces him. He's familiar with the concept of not winning with raw strength, of redirecting energy instead, and that's the only reason why he doesn't take a toothpick to the throat.

The hit to the stomach lands, eyes go wide as the breath's knocked out of him with a guttural huph- and then both hands lock on her toothpick wrist as his body shifts to the left, encouraging her momentum to carry her clean past his neck and out into open air instead. Trying to fend off Kimiko is gonna be a lot like fending off four demons at once, except demons aren't immortal. Not with the right tools, anyway.

Not that he knows this.

He just knows crazy wow very strong lady suddenly attack oh no why, and improvised weapons are a saving grace. In this case, it's snatching up the metal tray those free samples come on, vaulting himself over the table to put it between them (to the tune of absolute squealing of the sample lady), and holding that tray up defensively in front of his face.
)

Woah, lady, what the hell's your problem?!
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-16 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ If there was even the briefest moment of fear that he was walking toward a carapace, that the herald was walking to greet him - that fear is swiftly banished by the words that followed. Even in that strange, echoing voice. ]

I was waiting for you.

[ He laughs, shaking his head to poorly disguise the way he rubs his sleeve across his eyes. Jayce stops in front of him, looking older and weary, but with a brightness in his red-eyed gaze, some of that weight lifted from him. There's fondness in his expression too, the same one he wore in those last moments before he passed the rune on to Viktor, and what he expected would be their last moments - ]

We did it, didn't we?

[ The loop. He poses it like a question, but only for confirmation. If they're here, it's broken. That endless cycle he never knew he was apart of - it was over. No more timelines created to end in that wasteland of a future -

He'd stopped in front of Viktor, but he steps forward now, reaching a hand to touch his forearm. ]