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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.
reindered: (Come on)

[personal profile] reindered 2025-05-27 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
If you aren't remembering, you must have had a bad knock.

[Chopper is more concerned about that right now. If it might be more serious, if the fall and knock on the head had impacted Usopp's memory somehow. He's not so worried about this bicycle or money, they could figure that out later. The more immediately concerning issue is Usopp.]

It's not your fault. If you hit your head and that has somehow impacted your memory. That could be really serious! You need to be careful!
brandingproblem: (help us win)

[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-05-27 11:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Clint isn't going to be super duper precious about a car. He likes cars; he's a guy, so sue him. But he's never had any good excuse to go buying up a nice car to bring home. It's really more a sense memory, a moment of hesitation when she reaches for the radio dial. He can hear Coulson so clearly, don't touch Lola. And then it's gone again, save for a little pang of nostalgia. He keeps his eyes more or less on the road and moves on.]

Attitude like his, I bet he also made enemies easy. [There's always going to be some guilt about Pietro. He didn't have to do what he did, the speedy little shit. But Wanda's never hated Clint for it. Even if she wouldn't be wrong to. So yeah, he feels he can make a joke. It's also true; making friends easy also makes one susceptible to the opposite effect.] But it's good to want to reach out and make allies here on your own merits. Decide if someone's safe to confide in first before you go 'hey, FYI, I can read your mind if I want to and sometimes I'll feel your emotions anyway'. Real friends will work with you about it rather than run away.

[Because god knows that there could've been drastically different circumstances for them ending in something much worse. They're lucky in a way, for things to have turned out the way they did. Her part of a team, instead of alone, isolated, alienated.

The alienation still happened anyway, sure, but she still had friends willing to stand up for her.]


Now, young lady, do we need to have a conversation about getting picked up by strangers?

[He's joking. She can handle herself if someone gets weird or handsy. She was getting trained by actual-ass Avengers even without magic in spades to back her up. But he's gotta pull that dad/big brother attitude anyway. It's just baked into his DNA at this point.

And he hasn't gotten to flex those muscles in years.]
yeahmagnets: (wonder boy)

gah thank you so much :') wanda is lovely

[personal profile] yeahmagnets 2025-05-27 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jesse hears it in her voice before she says anything. That subtle shift in tone, like the ground dropped out from under the words she was about to say. The hesitation, the way her energy seems to curl in on itself, shrinking from the inside out. She was smiling. A real one, even if just a flicker. And then something ghosted through her at the mention of Miloš and her brother, the weight behind the past tense, and suddenly that smile folded into something thinner, something brittle.

He doesn’t push. He just lets the moment settle, and lets the silence bloom for a beat like he’s giving it space to breathe. But when she closes her eyes and sinks back into the seat like the world’s pressing too close, he knows that look too well. He's seen it in his own reflection more times than he can count.

And then Wanda says she's sorry. Says she feels sick. Not the kind that makes you puke, but the kind that locks your chest and makes the sky feel too close. Jesse doesn’t glance at her again right away. He just adjusts his grip on the wheel, keeps his eyes on the road, and his voice comes soft. Measured. Like he’s offering her a hand without touching her. Not wanting to spook her. ]


Hey. You don’t gotta be sorry. That feeling? Happens to me, too. All the time.

[ There's a beat, a pause as the van hums beneath them and he considers whether or not to share a piece of advice. He doesn't want to come off as patronizing, but he also wishes someone had been there to tell him, instead of him having to look up YouTube videos after waking up drenched with sweat, unable to breathe. ]

When it gets bad, sometimes I do this breathing thing that helps. Not a fix, just...slows stuff down. Like, count four seconds in, hold it for seven, then out for eight. I know it sounds kinda dumb, but it helps when my chest starts gettin’ tight. Keeps my hands from shaking too much.

[ Jesse’s voice is low, even. Not embarrassed. Just honest. The kind of honesty you offer someone when you know how much it costs to keep it all inside. He taps a slow rhythm against the steering wheel as he counts, just once, like a quiet demonstration. ]

Anyway, you don’t gotta talk about Sokovia, or America, or anything else if you don’t wanna. Not your job to explain yourself to me.

[ Jesse lets that hang for a second before reaching toward the van’s busted old radio. The dial squeals, static buzzing through the speakers before he finds something halfway coherent. It's some kind of weird jazz fusion, too fast to be relaxing, too offbeat to be annoying. He turns it down a little, gesturing to the knob as he subtly tries to change the subject. ]

You like music? I dunno what kinda stations they got around here, but maybe you can find something you like...
brandingproblem: (I'mma take the world with me)

[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-05-27 11:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh. Oh shit, she really is from some other time, other place. A future where he gets to meet Yelena instead of only hear about her. A future where he told her what happened to Natasha.

It's still fresh. The gaping hole where she used to be. Still actively bleeding every single second of every single day. For a few moments, he looks so lost as to what to do, how to react. Devastated, even. It had been so hard to tell the others, to even try to explain. His jaw flexes a few times, like trying to work out the words to say.]


I'm sorry, [with the slightest bit of break on the word] that you had to hear it from me. [Who else? He was the only one that was there. He's the only one that can carry the true knowledge, no matter how he words it, no matter how he tries to phrase anything, no matter what picture he attempts to paint.] Must've sounded a couple shades of insane.

[How else do you say 'there was a floating noseless red-skinned guy in an apocalypse cloak acting as the crypt keeper who knew our lineages, and then we sat and tried to figure out how to game the system for a few hours, and then we fought about who got to kill themselves and skip out on the consequences--'

There are simpler, gentler, and just as honest ways to talk about it. He isn't being very kind to himself. He doesn't deserve to be.]
messenger: brows furrowed, looking down, frowning (❝ lemme just ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-27 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Just...

[ ah, how to explain? he cranes his neck to watch connor, the slugs ignorant to their emotional turmoil. ]

There's someone back home that I'd... like to see. But even if I'm able to return, I know it won't be possible.
messenger: frowning, brow arched, exasperated (❝ when you've had enough ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-27 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ jack is right, even if it sounds cruel to say. it doesn't matter if jack's story is the truth. from everything that castiel knows, the most likely arrangement is that they've each been brought from different universes, or timelines, irrespective of whatever similarities may lie between them. he knows that there are people here in this world from all times and places— why should their situation be any different?

but even if he's wrong about all of this, he doesn't know jack.

he didn't make that promise.

and jack is better off without him. ]


If you're anything like me, you'll never live up to your own expectations. It doesn't matter what you do, how hard you try, or how you let yourself be used by those around you— though you might at least find some satisfaction in that.

[ castiel takes a breath. ]

You're half human.

It isn't fair you have to learn this as young as you are, but you're going to have to get used to the disappointment.
Edited (nitpicking my own tags is a hobby too rite) 2025-05-27 17:37 (UTC)
messenger: neutral, speaking, far shot (❝ trying to drive you into the ground ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-27 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ castiel opens his mouth to correct the young man— he isn't jesus— but it becomes clear as he speaks that he doesn't mean it literally, and castiel saves himself the embarrassment for once when jesse offers his name and makes obvious what he had suspected. ]

Castiel,

[ he answers, taking jesse's offered hand to shake, though castiel's handshakes are really more of a prolonged hold. he gives jesse's clasped hand a quick pat with his own free hand before letting go.

for a moment, he looks confused, but he's saved again by jesse's clarification. ]


Yes, I think that would be a good idea. [ his eyes drift from jesse's face to his bruised side. ] I'm sorry I can't do more to help.

[ but if he's ready to go, so is castiel. he'll return to his car to follow. ]
messenger: eyes closed, brows raised, head tilt (❝ we see each other plain ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-27 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Judging by what we've already seen, nothing good."

Castiel's powers likewise don't help him to gain any information that would actually be useful in this scenario. He never asked Sam and Dean what they did when they were trapped in the alternate universe Balthazar sent them to, besides the details that were relevant to him at the time. Useless, now.

Castiel continues, awkwardly.

"Could you tell me what the... year was, where you come from?"
carmesi: <user name="berks"> (pic#17848320)

[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-27 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda glances up at him, his sudden questions brimming with confusion making her confused, because that's not the reaction she was expecting. but then his confusion gives way to tension, annoyance, some unfettered anger at the notion that she was imprisoned at all.

suppose that all she remembers is seeing the smug faces of officers as they clasped the cuff around her neck to keep her from using her powers, at binding her arms in what effectively was a straightjacket. she didn't stop to consider that others would see it and think of how fucked up it was, that nothing she'd done would be deserving of that.

the image of him becomes a little hazy with the welling of tears, but she's quick to shake her head, to hide that, and instead finds one of his hands to hold; her two hands, pressed down onto his hand, against the mattress. she's appreciative of him, of what he says and what he wants to do, and... wanda might actually take him up on it, but right now, she doesn't want sanji to see her cry.

which is why she says what needs to be done first. )


Let me fix your pants first. Then you can do all that with a little more dignity, ( (she's joking) ) even if they're your lucky boxers.
Edited 2025-05-27 13:02 (UTC)
messenger: frowning, squinting, brow furrowed (❝ come on fallen star ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-27 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
My what?

[ castiel looks down at his person. nope, no dome. ]

I don't have a—

[ he blinks.

wait, was that innuendo? but the man is talking again, and castiel squints as he absorbs the information he's being freely given. somehow he imagines it's rare enough, coming from a man such as this. ]


You're going to hunt?
Edited 2025-05-27 13:06 (UTC)
kingsroads: (dude are you sure?)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-27 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
A Navy man, I'm assuming?

[ You're assuming wrong, buddy. ]

I've worked with the Admiralty a few times myself—though most of my work has been with the Army.

[ Strange is leaping to some major conclusions in the hope that he'll have someone who's kind of in the same situation as he is. But so much of this world is confusing and aggravating...it would be nice to have someone in the same situation as him. ]
sawel: (069)

[personal profile] sawel 2025-05-27 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a practical solution, Rune can appreciate that. Logical. Also this guy doesn't seem like he's out to get him, otherwise he would have probably already finished him off or at least certainly not helped him up off the ground and continued to make sure he's not about to fall flat on his face like he's currently doing. Rune feels like Brand would probably be cautioning him still but Brand isn't here and also this guy kinda reminds him of him and -- god, he misses Brand. What has it been, only a few hours?

He's so screwed.

Rune turns to look over at his car before offering the other guy a tight nod. It was already a bad idea to start off down the road, but now that he's being offered assistance, he should not look a gift horse in the mouth. He's just gonna have to hope no one steals his car or takes it apart for parts before he can meditate himself up a healing spell.]


Yeah... [He takes in a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh and running his free hand through his hair.] Shit. D'you think we could at least y'know. [He waves a hand.] Move it off to the side a bit more? Hide it a little or something? It's pretty inconspicuous right now. I mean. [He shrugs his good shoulder.] You stopped.
godjr: (AlexanderCa1501094)

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-27 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack glances at him because he realizes that no one would have any idea what Chuck was capable of. People still think God is a good entity, and it would be a shame to ruin that concept for anyone. He doesn't know if gods exist for this stranger, but it's the polite thing to do, not to say more on the subject. "Probably not!" Chuck could do this to everyone, he has before, but the universe still exists so they might be safe.

"We don't really have a choice, do we? But maybe we can find them one day and get home." He's an optimist at heart. If he can't open a portal to return, that's the only option. "Are you going to get a car? I don't think you can get to the main city without one unless hitchhiking is possible. I could drive you on my motorcycle if you'd like." He thinks two people can fit on it.

The problem is that Jack will 100% crash it and his new friend would probably die. But he'll try to be extra careful!
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[personal profile] vestments 2025-05-27 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
( there is, just for a moment, an entirely blank look at wanda's question. it's incomprehension at the why of it, the implications — marc has never, not once, placed any importance on the community part of eating or drinking in any shape or form. it's always been for function (at best) over anything else — meals often go forgotten, with coffee relied on for a quick, sharp burst of energy.

it'd been one of the reasons marlene had left him (the first time, and the second time—) — he'd rarely made time for her, had often put moon knight at the forefront. )


She— ( a quirk of his mouth. quite clearly, on the rare occasion he drank tea, it was done for him. ) I had other priorities.
godjr: (AlexanderCa1501810)

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-27 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
We were in a lot of danger, maybe they will come here after all.

[ Jack perks up a little at the idea. It's probably selfish to wish his family here when they had such a big duty to worry about, but they do better when they're working together. He knows if they met up, they would come up with a solution to solve everything, they always do. Trying to figure it out on his own may be too much of a big picture for Jack to accomplish. He knows his limitations as of right now. He's pretty much always following the plans of other people.

Martin said the keyword to get all of Jack's focused (possibly too stare-y) attention. Friendly. A friend!]


I'm Jack. Anything would be a welcome distraction.

[ He flashes a hesitant smile. ]

You think so? About room to grow. I have grown a lot recently, but it's never really been my choice. That's what people are supposed to do, right? Grow up, be better and wiser.

[ He's in a state of arrested development in many ways. He's older now with a heavier weight on his shoulders, and a very limited lifespan ahead of him as far as he knows. It's likely in his mind that he'll go back home only to die shortly after, destroying God in the process. It's his destiny. Billie said that, and she was a liar in many ways, but probably not about this.

So this is a break in the inevitability. He could have a little time before he dies. It could be nice. ]


You seem like you do know a lot.



[no worries! And aw I'm honored! It's so delightful coming across people who know the character.]
someonetostay: (198)

just woke up and I chose violence

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-27 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)

[Connor isn’t looking at Castiel, his visual sensors focusing on the slugs — is that easier, perhaps? — but he is listening.]

I understand. [How much does he admit to? It’s not as if it would bring Hank back.

Would it make the pain a little less overwhelming if he talked about him? Connor isn’t sure. Some part of him, deep and new and confused, would rather he hold these secrets close. Him and Hank. Because once he starts sharing, it’s no longer just theirs.

He would have to admit, too, that Hank is gone. Not just someone nameless but Hank.]

There’s someone I’d like to see too. [Eyes darting across the bed: not Gavin. Although Connor wouldn’t say no to seeing him.

Gavin would be angry, of course. About how Connor knocked him out in the evidence room.

And about how he failed Hank. Because Gavin cared once, didn’t he?]

But he’s dead, and humans don’t come back.

[His voice is flat, tired: Hank-inspired, but not a genuine imitation. That would hurt too much.]

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[personal profile] sawel 2025-05-27 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rune raises an eyebrow at the popped hood but he isn't about to complain. He's not really the sort to be changing any carborators himself. He always left those sorts of logistics to Brand. One time he tried to open the camera app on his smartphone and nearly factory reset the damned thing, the last thing they need him doing is messing around on the inside of an engine.

At the question, he answers with a sort of one-shouldered shrug.]


Uh. Maybe? [To be honest he hadn't really been listening past the whole fluxdrift thing and the pounding of his heart that he can't feel Brand. Rune steels himself to sound like an idiot before he asks anyway:] Listen, have we been... Pulled out of the timeline?
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[personal profile] sawel 2025-05-27 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Half-angel. Well that's... New. Rune raises his eyebrows slightly at the explanation, although the look on his face is not shock -- he was never shocked by the fact that Jack was other so much as he was surprised that he's so similarly powered as Rune's people themselves. No, now he's just confused. Although he supposes it does make sense that Jack should be something else, given that most of his own people are supposed to be, well. Dead.

"Oh," he says, stupidly. He blinks for a moment, collecting himself, before he holds his hand out to the younger boy.

"I'm Rune," he says. "I'm... an Atlantean. And I..." He hesitates for a moment, before calling on the power of his Aspect. His own eyes begin to glow, although less with the holy light Jack's had done than with the burning power of the Sun. If Jack looks closely, he can see that Rune's eyes quite literally are on fire. He only lets them burn for a few moments before squeezing them shut tamping his powers down. Honestly, it hurts a little. He's surprised he doesn't burn his eyelashes off every time it happens. "I guess you could say we have something in common."
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[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-27 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, now you've met one other person. So you don't need to work alone anymore if you don't want to.

[ Is she conveniently leaving out that apparently he's run into Verso, or just assuming he didn't give her companion the time of day? ...Is it both? Who knows! But Sciel gives a wry kind of smile anyway, as she's pretty sure that's going to be rejected offhand.

Used to working alone? Yeah, she knows the type. They were just talking about one of those, right? ]


Besides, we're not too sure what this place has in store. It'd be nice to be able to walk back the way we came and wander back home... [ Maybe not for him, but for her. ] ...but that's not going to be realistic. So we're stuck here for the foreseeable future.

[ And that's the worst part about it. She's on a timer, after all. Less than a year before the number changes. And if Verso's here with her, then that's two less people in the expedition that's currently trying to succeed. It's a mess. Dwelling on it, though, would be worse; a darkness too deep to wade into. ]

And we've got a car debt to pay.

[ Says the person not likely to pay the debt back. ]
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-27 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
John does look like a drowned rat which makes sense given he was just wading in deep water. Jack doesn't have any drying magic otherwise he would have offered. He couldn't possibly just leave when someone was in danger, and if he had, maybe the creature would have circled back around to attack John again. He walks outside with him and glances over his shoulder, the shadows retreating and staying inside.

"No. I'm not sure what kind it is. Something to do with shadows. It cut me but I'm fine." His wound has already healed over. There's a little blood on his jacket but he'll wash it out later. He's been there before. "Sometimes monsters like to play games. I'm not sure why, it seems like it would be simpler to just eat a person." That's what they want in the end, usually, so they should get to the point.

"It's okay, we have an understanding, and I think it'll stay inside." If it knows what is good for it. Jack has never met a monster he couldn't kill so far. They're usually not more than gnats for an archangel. Jack frowns and feels something unexpectedy weighty in his pocket and reaches in to take up a bottle of antibiotics.

"I don't remember picking this up." Weird.
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[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-27 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, but that's forgetting the best possible word to describe her: a weirdo. ]

Yeah. It's...a thing I like to do. The stars whisper to me and I like to whisper back.

[ See? Certifiable weirdo.

It's more complicated than all of that, obviously. It's astromancy and it's sentimental, and it has more to do with comfort than anything else. To channel one's fortune from cards and from the stars into something tangible for combat. It's more like she's asking for guidance from both and twisting it to her own advantage. But outside of life-and-death? Cards are just fine for divination too. And sure, they don't always need to be accurate to the moment...

...but sometimes, the message comes back around. ]


You ever been on a ship? Sailors use the stars not just to divine where they are but they'll use hints to figure out what to do. Cloud cover can mean poor favor or a storm; red skies a sign of warning. To see the stars clearly is its own message.
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[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-27 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
He seems like a wise person.

[ Because those speed limits are absolutely going to be guidelines if there's no one else on the road. She isn't going to be constrained by things like that. At least, not once she has the hang of it. Until then, she'll be more careful. (Maybe.)

Sciel's brow dips, furrowed, then releases. She gives him a brief glance over, outward emotions not quite wavering but certainly finding a foothold in something less than comfortable. ]


Well, I'm going to hope there's something more fertile to be found around here. I can't imagine how people are meant to survive if there's just long stretches of land.

[ It's also the long lost itch of wanting to work, to lose herself in a task that's physically strenuous enough to put her out of her head. If it means helping out, she knows she can do farming and manual labor. But this whole car thing, the long stretch of road to go... That's the unknown territory. Another whole world to explore. She just assumes there'll be monsters too.

And here she is, without a scythe. ]


...Is there a reason why people would be trying to kill you? Sounds like this isn't your first pass through experiencing something like that.
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-27 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Scott can't fight the snort that comes out of his mouth after hearing that particular adjective. ]

Mine's annoying, too. He and that guy of yours might get along well. [ A beat. ] Or tear each other apart.

[ For a fleeting moment, Scott wishes for the latter, but Logan has somehow grown on him. Just a little. He's sure there are far worse people out there. ]

What's his name?
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-27 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's the glasses, isn't it? Not cool enough for you, Erik? Come on.

Scott lets the comment slide. The important thing is, he's not asking more about his occupation. Not that he'd even tell him what he actually does if pressed further.

The mention of metalwork makes him pause a little, though, gears in his brain beginning to turn. But still, any recognition of this man is still lost on him. So he just puts a pin on that for now. ]


Must be a grueling job. You're paid well, I hope?
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-27 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It takes a lot out of Scott not to heave out a long, pronounced sigh after seeing how his blast didn't affect this burglar. How getting thrown from his unit to the pavement down below didn't even seem to faze him. He'd understand some regenerative abilities, since Logan has them and it's palpable by how this guy just fixes his broken bones without any problem, but the sheer glee he also has in getting blasted is what takes the cake.

And helps amplify his headache quite a bit.

Scott aims his visor towards Wade, carefully following his every move. ]


This isn't an amusement ride.

[ He calls out, and clearly, he's not amused. Not even for a bit. What's this, the Optic Blast rollercoaster ride or something? ]

Return and I'd do much worse. [ Whatever this worse thing is. ]