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TEST DRIVE ∞ May 2025

Test Drive ∞ May 2025
The First Collision
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Jump ⇅ :: ArrivalPanoramaFringesInvite Request
The Diadem is an invite-only panfandom game set in a retro-futuristic world where uprooted souls find themselves deep within an eerie wasteland of roads and highways frequently assailed by cosmic storms. Three united strongholds keep the population. Its capital is Panorama, a large metropolis at the planet's center.

Soon, you realize you aren't alone. Calling themselves fluxdrifts, the "locals" have similar stories to you, either for themselves or their ancestry. You speak to an old woman who claims she hailed from another star. You meet a young man who says his great-great-grandfather knew a strange language everybody spoke "back home." As you explore, you stumble across a coin you recognize or your sister's locket. How did it get here? What does this mean? That's for you to discover.

But first, you need to find a ride.

No invites needed to play on the TDM. Everyone's welcome! Use the Invite Request thread below to request an invite from another player.

∞ Summary ∞
IC-wise, arrivals are scattered throughout the month. Events described on the TDM are also ongoing throughout the month. If you'd rather jump right into the action, you're free to begin in media res with your character having already been on the planet for several days.

Post-impact, characters will wake up in a med tent by the Scrapyard. From there, they must accept a vehicle on loan and make the 2-hour drive to the nearest city, Panorama. If they refuse the car because they don't want the loan, they'll be in debt for medical bills instead...so just take the car. It'll come in handy.

Some things to keep in mind when bringing in your character:

  • Pick an injury. At minimum, they got knocked out; at most, whatever they can recover from. Medicine is decently advanced so they'll heal faster if not painlessly.
  • Decide items kept. Reasonable items on their person only: photos, keys, clothes, costumes. No pets or animal companions. Wildly out-of-place tech and personal cell phones will be damaged beyond repair.
  • Select a weapon. Do this only if eligible. Guidelines about weapons and powers are on the FAQ.
  • Choose a vehicle. Decide whether your character gets 2-3 options or if they're stuck with something they hate. Players can pick directly from our collection or source their own images. Anything under a similar aesthetic will work. If your character needs accommodations for driving, they can have them. Ask us for details.
  • Get a phone. Characters have to obtain a phone (and a SIM card) themselves. If they've got one from home, it's damaged beyond repair. Phones are cheap. It'll only take a couple of weeks to afford one. You need to know the number before you text or call anyone. Read about phones and the Forum before you hop on it.

TDM threads can be canon if characters are accepted. Top-levels made to the TDM should be open to all.
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Fluxdrift
Arrival & Introduction
Date: Throughout May
You've tumbled over a cliff. You were fighting for your life. You're on the cusp of death. You slipped in the shower. Whatever the catalyst, you struggle to cling to consciousness. As darkness overtakes you, a swirling vortex warps light and shadow in a way that defies all physics. A dark wail etches into your very bones. You couldn't describe it if you tried. You can barely comprehend what it is.

Then you open your eyes.


Through the figure's mask ©, you swear the face is grinning down at you. The tent you're in smells of antiseptic, and scratchy blankets line your cot. Injuries you've sustained have been bandaged. In the corner, you spot a MedBot that's fixed you up. Depending on the extent of your injuries, the doctor on duty might give you some painkillers before you go. Thankfully, your belongings are by the exit. Sorry if anything's damaged. Your landing was pretty rough.

You follow the figure outside. They are Yom Crook, here to lend a hand to fellow fluxdrifts like yourself. Their car's parked beside them. Actually, there are lots of cars around, but Yom Crook's stands out with its painted shark mouth. They explain they found you, unconscious, in a diffusion zone and brought you here. The nearest city is a 2-hour drive northeast. Forget about walking. You'll never make it. Also, you owe the doctor a lot of money for patching you up. But you're in luck: they've got some wheels for you and if you accept the vehicle on loan, Yom Crook will cover your medical bills. That's a good deal, right? It's not the shiniest car or motorcycle, but it'll do. If fortune favors, you'll get to choose between two or three options. Plus, if you need accommodations to drive—like adjustments to your seat height or modified controls—you'll receive all that for free.

Take the vehicle. (And the loan.) Yom Crook assures you that you'll have six months before collectors come around. Any time you're ready to pay a part of it down, return here to the Scrapyard. You'll get a receipt and everything. Paying off the loan in six months isn't impossible, but it will take a lot of work. Just don't get too lax. There's a good chance you'll be juggling multiple loans as you try to get by.

You either know how to drive, or you'll have a bare-bones manual to get you started. Road rules are more a suggestion than enforced, so just hit the pedal and go. The car has some basic features. The built-in compass will help you navigate.

OPTIONAL PROMPTS: a flat tire; a body on the road (is it a trap?); a fender bender

Panorama
Explore & Settle In
Conditions: Warm spring temperatures, light showers
After 2 hours on the road, you find civilization. The largest of the strongholds, Panorama is where the economy thrives. Massive power plants glowing red make it visible from a distance. The city is divided into three districts. For now, you can access the Pavilion and the Blocks. Don't worry about the Sanctum; they're not letting you in.

You only need to know two things about Panorama: 1) it's big, the size of a modern metropolis, and you'll need your car to get around; 2) anything goes as long as you don't pick a fight with the wrong person. Street smarts will get you far. Despite its geographical size, the population isn't huge. With roughly a million people in a city designed for over twice that number, Panorama is far from deserted, but nor is it overcrowded. It's a good thing. Resources are limited as it is.
The Pavilion: Free Samples
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Like any large city, Panorama features a couple of supermarkets. The stock's not as consistent as a proper supermarket. On occasion, shelves can remain cleaned out for a week or two. Regardless, the long tradition of free samples remains. If you're not already shopping, you'll notice the crowded parking lot and clusters of lines inside.

Try samples, push through the crowds as you shop, or give yourself a five-finger discount. If you're cautious, you can pocket a few small items without consequences. The Pavillion doesn't have the infrastructure for surveillance; unless someone sees you, you won't be caught. Steal from the store or pilfer someone's wallet. Maybe you even make a new friend if you bump into another fluxdrift. Or, start a fight with somebody who cut you off in the cheese line. Don't make too much of a ruckus, or you'll be thrown out.

As you look around, you'll see posters advertising temporary positions for the cash register or graveyard shifts in the warehouse. Seems they might've lost several employees recently (how'd that happen?), which is good for you! It's just a 6-week position, but it'll get you on your feet. The city has temporary positions like this all over. Permanent ones are harder to come by when you're new.
Samples include: steamed cabbage dumplings, synthetic cherry juice, cheddar cheese, and chocolate-covered alien eggs (it's crunchy and weirdly tasty). They're served in the usual throwaway paper cups with little toothpicks.
The Blocks: Power Outage
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Power's finicky in Panorama, especially in the Blocks. Saint Margery's Hospital, located in the same area, has priority for power so the first to go are the motels. Maybe you've been in your room for a couple of weeks, maybe you just got here—and by the way, every motel desk is happy to put the fee on your tab if you don't have the money upfront—but all the motels on the east side are in a blackout, leaving only the west side motels up and running.

What do you do? You have three choices:

  • Risk leaving your room and head to the other side where there's power. Knock on some doors and negotiate with another to share the room. They might shut the door in your face, ask for a favor in return, or be nice enough to help you with no strings attached. There's no guarantee your unattended room will be untouched, though, and you'll be on the hook for any damages an intruder causes.
  • Sit in the dark and deal. It's not the worst idea, but the TV's down, the vending machines are powered down, and with the entire place plunged into darkness, you risk getting robbed. If you struggle with defending yourself, you might want to find some trustworthy company. You can also sneak out of there and let them take your leftover pizza. It's not like you've got a ton of valuables, right? Plus, clobbering someone in the face with a frying pan sounds great until you realize you've gotta do something with the body. And what if this person's got a friend waiting?
  • Get in your car and drive (or grab a friend for a road trip). If you scroll the Forum, you might notice reports on diffusion zones southward. Besides, these motels are hardly your forever home. The city can only provide so much. Why not go for a ride and see what you can find out there?

OPTIONAL PROMPTS: clean up on aisle 3 (what is that goo?); a knock at your door but no one's there; you hear screaming or a commotion down the hall


The Fringes
Quad 3: Lockdown
Conditions: Stormy, with flooding roads
Felix Bjurstrom
> Date: 125-05-17
> Time: 02:15:57

> Emergency road lights have been reported in Quadrant 3! Please, can someone go see what's there? When last we chasers investigated emergency lights, a whole truck filled with sour candy had tipped over. Our stores were stocked for weeks! Oh, be careful - reception looks bad in that zone.
Whether you end up here on your own or you were following a tip on the Forum, the outcome is the same: you come to a stop in front of a 2-story office building that's flooded several inches deep. Emergency lights from a roadblock flicker through the stormy night. Stepping out of your car, you're soaked within seconds. When you check your phone, you don't have any bars. No calls in or out.

Through the open windows, a computer awakens and displays a cheerful smile. The lights inside switch on.

Pick your scenario role below. Your thread partner doesn't need to take the opposite role! They can join you in the same scenario (i.e. trapped together). Players are also free to create a generic NPC for the other side to facilitate the thread.

After characters escape, they'll find one bottle of antibiotics in their pocket or car, whether they remember taking it or not.


A: Sealed In
As you peer through the windows, you see crates of medicine floating around. Antibiotics in the diadem are valuable. Hospitals and doctors are always buying. You can keep it for yourself or make a quick buck. Or maybe you're compelled to help somebody back in the city who's in need. Whatever the reason, you decide to take the risk and step inside.

Water splashes around your ankles. The lock buzzes behind you. If you try to break the windows, you discover they're unnaturally resistant to shattering. With the whole place locked tight, the water begins to churn. Then the computer lights up again.

Warning, it flashes in large, bold text. Quarantine in progress. Release code required for exit.
  • To find the code, you'll have to search. Duck under the water, go through sopping envelopes and sticky notes or pick the locks on the filing cabinets and desk drawers. You can also try hacking the computers. Use your computer knowledge or fall back on the age-old trick of seeing who wrote down their password.
  • The files, notepads, and emails start innocuous, but as you look through them, disturbing phrases jump out at you—a dark thought you've had or a cruel taunt from someone in your past. The longer you're fixed on the terrible words, the higher the water begins to rise. Only another can break you out of your trance.
  • With the rising water comes fear. And the more you're afraid, the more the water also rises. You begin to see faces in the water, bobbing like balloon heads. Do you recognize them? If you move to take a closer look, they will sink back beneath the surface as if never there.
  • If you manage to swallow your panic, you can eventually find a triple-laminated binder with the release code and instructions. Bad news: you need someone on the outside to punch in the 6 strange symbols in order. The instructions explain that the code panel is located at the back of the building.
Let's hope a friendly face comes along.

B: Set Free
As you peer through the windows, you see not just the crates of medicine but someone trapped inside. They look like they might be in trouble, and from your vantage point, you notice that the water is bubbling strangely. It's definitely not normal rainwater. As you watch, the water rises unnaturally, stopping and starting. It's as if the water level is responding to an external stimulus.
  • The glass is soundproof. You can't hear what the person inside is saying, so you'll have to communicate with each other another way. Try charades, typing on your phone, or whatever you think of. Eventually, you determine that they're stuck and that you need to enter some sort of code onto a pad located—according to your trapped partner—at the back of the building.
  • Around the back, shadows swallow your surroundings. The panel must be pried open, but a slippery substance makes it hard to get a good grip. Each time the substance touches you, you grow uneasy. You swear you see eyes watching you, though when you turn around, nothing's there.
  • You can't seem to keep the instructions in your mind. And those symbols...they burn into your retinas. Through them, you glimpse an incomprehensibly massive figure unfurling in the darkness, pulsing as if in a deep sleep. When you snap back to reality, you realize you've injured yourself, slicing your hand on a sharp edge or a bruise you can't remember getting.
  • Once you manage to release the doors, the water inside the office drains upward into the sky as though sucked out by a giant hose. The darkness spreads. Get out of there fast before the shadows drag you or your partner into the void.
Of course, you don't have to help anyone. You can leave the individual there, make a deal, or outright extort them. But remember, you're not the only person on these roads. You might want to play your cards carefully, even if altruism isn't your first instinct.
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-27 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In some ways Jack is speaking to himself too. His parents weren't the ones who made him feel like he had to be perfect, that's a weight he put on himself, and so when he failed over and over again, he blamed himself. From the moment he was born he carried the weight of being Lucifer's son, and Dean said he was born to be evil, that he needed to be put down for the sake of everyone else. He carries that now, despite the years in-between, despite the work he's done to save worlds.

It's easier to tell someone else that they shouldn't carry that on them. Jesse has it, he can see that. Whatever his choices, whatever brought him to the person he is now, he holds it tightly to his chest. Jack wonders if letting it go is possible at a certain point, if either of them will one day release the past and put it behind them. He didn't expect to find common ground with anyone, and the details are vastly different, but the feeling, the crawling in their gut, it's the same. ]


If it died, she let it. All people are responsible for their choices. You and me, but her too.

[ Jack greets the world with deliberate honesty, and it means he can see things very clearly. He's never been allowed to hide from his mistakes for long. They've dug into him, written into the blood and Grace in his veins. He observes Jesse and sees the shrug, he sees the way he struggles to school his expression a certain way. Jack's face is always so open in comparison to others, he never learned how to mask. ]

I'm not used to talking to people for extended conversations. It's nice to know that, thank you. [ He's easy to talk to. Who would have thought? ] You can trust me with secrets. I wouldn't tell anyone even if I had anyone to tell them to, which I don't.
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-27 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Scott didn't expect the tears, and for a moment, it catches him slightly off guard. But when he hears the Professor's next few words, it all makes sense to him, and he gives the man a gentle smile. The hand on Charles lightly squeezes his in reassurance once again before it lifts so Scott's thumb can brush away any tears that threatens to fall. He fondly remembers a time when he was younger, frustrated by the outcome of one Danger Room session, that angry tears managed to escape his glasses. Charles did exactly what he's doing now, then. A favor returned, he thinks.

Shaking his head gently, Scott pulls back a little, albeit still crouching down in front of Charles. ]


Nothing to say sorry for. We've all had our moments of difficulty. [ He remembers that aforementioned moment again. Charles telling him not to be so hard on himself. ] I wasn't exactly like this when you first met me either.

[ Taking Charles' hands once again, Scott's smile seems resolute. ] No matter where you are in your life, though, I'll be here for you, Professor. No need to thank me. [ In many ways, Scott owes the Professor his life. This is but a small favor he's giving. He pauses, reminiscing the exact thing Charles told him during that time he was frustrated, after clearing away angry tears. ]

You taught me that sometimes where we are right now is exactly where we need to be. That just because someone stumbles or loses their way, doesn't mean they're lost forever. We all just need a bit of help.

[ Because he was too proud to admit his mistakes back then, too arrogant to think he doesn't need help when he does. He has stumbled a bit more after that, but Scott has learned that reliance on others is key. That only in seeking others can they build a community. ]
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[personal profile] sawel 2025-05-27 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Please. Rune trusts this guy to help him probably more than he should, but he seems earnest enough and no one who would wish him harm would be offering him assistance in the same breath. Right?

Spoken like a guy who's literally had a bodyguard since he was in the cradle.

Allowing himself to be seated in the backseat of the car, which is arguably far more comfortable than anywhere on the ground of this scrapyard, Rune sets about gingerly undoing the strap of his sling. He flashes the other man -- Gustave -- a lopsided smile at the promise of the taste.]


I'm Rune. [He returns.] I would offer to shake your hand, but.
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wildcard

[personal profile] magike 2025-05-27 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
( rowena knows a confused look on someone when she sees one, particularly when she'd also had one coming into this place. she'd watched the woman enter and approach the bar, picking up her glass and bottle from where she'd been sitting at a table to join her )

The drinks here aren't anything spectacular.

( she gestures to the bartender for a second glass, offering it to anne. she'd flirted earlier in the night for the bottle, promising sweet words in place of adding it to her debt. it wasn't worth money to her, but she could promise something else that was worthless in exchange )

But I'm happy to share. My name's Rowena.
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[personal profile] magike 2025-05-27 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
What do you--

( and then she notices the water, the spinning of it making it more obvious. it's concerning, and she can't think of what spell it could be )

We should get out of here.

( what she'd been sent to do there originally wasn't worth their lives )
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-27 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I can't be sure. Not yet.

[He's only just stumbled out of the medical tent. Viktor needs to gain his own bearings, first. What he doesn't say is that his search for Jayce most likely won't be physical--he'll retreat to his mind space, and pull on threads until he finds the one that connects him to his partner.]

He'll be looking for me, too.

[Should Alucard find him first--he'll know.]
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[personal profile] magike 2025-05-27 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you're certain."

Would she be protecting anyone else? Unlikely, unless they were close by to her. Rowena wasn't one to track and kill a vampire just for being a vampire, though certain things would get her to act.

"Though you may always run into another witch." Or worse. A hunter?
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-27 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Adrian lets himself into the room, apparently not at all concerned with the very large and annoyed man grumbling after him. If Mr. Fuck Off was going to do anything violent, it would have been before Adrian set foot in here to begin with. Probably? Someone else might have a real plan to contend with that, or might have been entirely sure of how the man would react, but the truth is that Adrian has little in the way of defense against a sudden physical attack, even an ordinary one, and this is just a gamble that has so far fallen in his favor. If he dies, he dies.

He likes to have faith in people. Even the ones who may have stumbled on their way. ]


You can call me Adrian. From the looks of this place, you definitely need 'anything'.

[ For all his prim fussiness, only the furrow between his brows betrays Adrian's opinion of the man's room. He has no idea how this man is standing upright if he drinks this much in the ordinary course, but he's known enough men who'd drink themselves to stupor to know that moralizing or pleading will be a largely pointless endeavor.

He takes it all in with an otherwise clinical expression, noting the lack of a second body to explain all of the noise earlier, the lack of weaponry, and the stacks of books. Curious. Perhaps his natural inclination was right about this one.

Whether the man is collecting bottles to help or just to make a point, Adrian smiles at him, wry... even if he does side step to ensure that they don't brush against each other. ]
Worry not, Mr. Fuck Off, I will be gone before you can miss me.

[ He stops at the ashtray and passes a hand over it, fingers contorting in sharp, specific gesture. ] I pray for your cleansing grace. [ The ashtray empties, perfectly cleaned. ] Look at it this way: there will be less people to bother you if you aren't indebted for various damages to the room itself.

[ He's already moving to gather the boxes so that they can be disposed of. He pauses at the sight of that bloody shirt — at least, the opacity of the stain indicates that it's likely to be blood. Difficult to be sure when he can't see colour in the dark. ] Is that your blood? You're not injured, are you?
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-27 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[For a moment he's silent, indulging in gentle touching. It occurs to him that they'll need to learn each other all over again--he's struck by how small Jayce's hand looks in his. Brought back to reality from his delusions, Viktor now has to comprehend what it might mean to live in this body.

The rune is gone. Viktor supposes that's good, though the fractal webbing on Jayce's wrist is cause for concern. He runs a thumb over it, and through his enhanced perception can see the extent of the corruption--branching out from two separate points of origin.

Were he capable of it, he might frown at the realization. He still knows very little of the time Jayce spent in the ruined future.
]

We are connected, still. Can you feel it?

[It comes easier for Viktor, who has now lived with this power for half a year, but he's interested in what this might be like, for Jayce. What he might sense from Viktor, in turn.]
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[personal profile] yeahmagnets 2025-05-27 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The moment the door clicks, the glowing bulb switches from red to green, but Jesse doesn't notice. He’s already under. There’s no splashing, no cry for help. Just the quiet, swallowing silence of a body finally slipping beneath the surface. The last of his air bubbles up in a slow stream as he sinks, limp, the binder still clutched in his hand like a final prayer. His eyes are shut. His limbs float weightless, hoodie billowing like seaweed around him. For a heartbeat...two...ten...he looks like he’s gone.

Then it starts. Not with a crash or rumble, but with a tremor in the air, a reversal. The water shifts. Stirs. Then begins to rise up. It's not draining through pipes or cracks. It's not falling through the floor. It's being pulled skyward, into nothing. Like the building is a wound, a rift, swallowing back what had spewed forth. The water leaves in great, rushing waves, peeling off the floor, the walls, Jesse’s body. Up it goes, like gravity has forgotten its job, like some unseen hand just pressed rewind on a storm that never made sense in the first place.

When it’s over, the room is left slick and gleaming, floor shimmering with a thin sheen of leftover moisture, the only sounds the creaking groan of furniture settling and the steady plink of dripping water. Jesse lies still on the linoleum tile in the center of the room, water trailing in rivers from his limbs, his face pale, mouth slack, hair plastered to his forehead, his beanie circling slowly in water pooled in a divot in the floor. He doesn’t move. Not at first.

Then, a twitch of his fingers, the jerk of a shoulder. Jesse's eyes clench shut tighter, a grimace screwing up his face. There's a violent, hacking cough as he bolts upright. Water spews from his lungs, splashing onto the floor. His whole body convulses with the effort as he takes in a violent, shuddering breath, gasping and choking, a tattooed hand clawing at the linoleum like he's desperately trying to hold onto the world that nearly let him go.

Jesse rolls onto his side, body heavy and limp, still coughing, chest heaving. Each breath is a fight, but he’s winning it. Little by little. His fingers scrabble weakly toward the binder, like it matters more than anything else, like proof that he didn’t hallucinate the whole damn thing. And then he hears movement. Approaching footfall. Jesse forces his head up, blinking water from his lashes, bloodshot eyes finding the figure standing in the doorway. Recognition flickers on his face. The man from the storm. The one who saw him. Jesse grabs his beanie, wrings it out before shoving it into his pocket, like that did anything. He's soaked through. He hauls himself into a sitting position, arms shaking as he tries to speak, but it comes out as a hoarse croak. He coughs again, then manages a rasp of a voice, raw as gravel. ]


Thought I was toast, yo.
virtuose: (70 ⚔ my heart is like a stallion)

[personal profile] virtuose 2025-05-27 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[The shift in tone catches her off guard. And though the concern is clear, it makes Maelle feel as if she was losing her mind. The nightmares she was having was enough, she didn't need more of that in the waking world too.]

I could ask you the same thing. I may not be good at this driving thing yet, but I know what I saw.

[Her hands clench into fists at her sides, frustration building at this conversation, if you can even call it that. Then taking a step forward, she raises a finger to point towards Alisaie, shaking it as if to punctuate each thought.]

It was you, walking down the street in front of my car. Same hair color, same earring— [Was it on the same ear? She wasn't paying attention that closely.] —same ponytail.
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[personal profile] magike 2025-05-27 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
( there's a slight shrug in her expression at droids because the word doesn't register, though the fact that he says galaxy tells her something curious. he knows about more than just a single planet, anyway )

Does it?

( whether his droids spit dust at him or not )

That is if you know what this does.
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[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-05-27 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Everyone seems to think he’s up to no good up here! Can’t imagine why. He’s just got one of those faces, probably.

Speaking of—Eliot’s gone and given his posture a close enough study that he’ll be able to catch when it changes. The little spike of stiffness that creeps into his spine when the subject tips to the topic of fathers. A tense tic in his jaw as it shifts, the way his fingers pull a little tighter around the phone still caged between them.

Needless to say, it’s a touchy topic. He curbs the (yeah, dramatic) impulse to say the kind of stuff he’d like to. (That he’s no one’s son, not anymore.) One more of those things that just sort of becomes habit after a while. He does, however, very deliberately dodge the subject.

Not lost on him—that Eliot picked up on at least two of the three meanings he’d stuffed into that provocative little joke. Which is one more than he’d really anticipated. So—
]

Spent a lot of time around an old expat as a kid. Eggs and soldiers and taking the biscuit and all that.

[He’d done enough picking up the vernacular even before he’d had the chance to visit London. (Never mind that the man in question was ex special forces, himself. Details! He’d been delighted to hear all about it at the time. No one ever really expects that from Bruce Wayne’s butler.)]

Doesn't exactly sound like it was your neck of the woods.

[But hey, he could be wrong.]
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[personal profile] magike 2025-05-27 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd rather know what is keeping me up.

( there's a sharpness to her tone that suggests not to argue with her, rowena finally leaving his doorway to follow him.

she knew of certain creatures that made noise like that, though until they saw it exactly she couldn't be certain. she stayed away from this.

honestly, she figured a ghost would be simpler )
messenger: drunk, looking down (❝ 5 minutes before u take on divinity ❞)

VIOLENCE!

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-27 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ while that may not be strictly speaking true in the world that castiel comes from, he knows nothing of connor's. that universe sam and dean were sent to was devoid of magic and monsters. there was no heaven or hell, either. no life after death. and castiel can't help but think now that might be for the better. but any number of possible configurations are possible in the infinite. castiel just isn't sure that it matters— even as an angel, the infinite is beyond him.

castiel removes himself from curtis' lap, choosing to perch on the edge of the bed next to him instead. back bowed, he rests his elbows on his knees. from the corner of his eye, he watches their terrestrial gastropod friends spread out to claim the water-damaged wall. ]


In my world, most humans go to Heaven.

But angels have no soul. When I return, I'll...

[ castiel shrugs. what he means to say is: i understand. ]
virtuose: (54 ⚔ I'm coming home)

[personal profile] virtuose 2025-05-27 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her gaze follows the gesture, letting out a light scoff. It would seem that they were of the same mind, considering the same things had distracted her in the first place, nearly causing the accident.]

Could say the same about where I'm from. Not sure where I should be looking first.

[...Though clearly it should be the road.

Regardless, it's gotten her curious about the city, if only to learn her way around it, more than anything else. And, somewhere in the back of her mind, she can't help but think that Gustave would love to learn more about the place as well. How it operates, how devices worked. But she shakes her head, snapping herself out of her reverie.]


It's kinda comforting, knowing I'm not the only one getting used to things.
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[personal profile] positivelyroomy 2025-05-27 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Has Jack blinked once? It’s kind of hard to tell, and Martin is so used to the sense of being watched that it’s second nature to brush it aside. Plus, whatever Jack is doing, it hardly feels malicious. For better or worse, he is some kid ripped away from his family – and it’s okay that he wishes they were here. If Martin had arrived alone, Jack would be talking to a completely different person. He hopes that whoever calls Jack family gets to be with him again. ]

I’m great at distractions. [ IS THAT A THUMBS UP? This... God, he’s such a loser. ] Martin “Knows how to waste time” Blackwood. [ Hrms... No ] The perk of not having a middle name is making them up as you go.

I do. Yes. [ Jack, you are breaking his bleeding heart. ] I had trouble doing that for myself for a long time. I just ... hoped things would work out. [ And guess what... nothing good came of it. ] If there’s one suggestion I can make it’s to not do that. You should make your own choices. Life is too short to let someone else dictate it, you know?

[ Learn from his hard-earned lessons, Jack; you don’t want the burden of wondering if any of your decisions had truly been your own at the end. The concept of free will had weighed heavily on him toward the end. He’s stared at the ceiling of his shitty motel room next to John wondering if they ever had a choice at all – if what happened could have been avoided if they’d hypothetically made a left turn instead of right.

But maybe this bit of respite could eventually be nice, for both Jack and himself.

His assumption earns a lopsided grin out of Martin. ]


Uhhh. Only through a lot of mistakes?
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cn: sad death talk / Hank’s deceased son / religion / I’M SAD

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-27 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)

I have no soul, either.

[Or Connor was led to believe such, at least. Is it because he was constructed rather than born? Is that the secret, the only difference?

Although he hasn’t heard anyone say it, Connor can imagine someone kind — perhaps too kind — saying that he has a soul, too. Who’s to say he doesn’t? He feels thing. Sadness. Joy. Some manner of pain. He wants things. Longs for them — for people.

But while Hank might be proud of him he were to sacrifice himself for another, for now, Connor must live. Because there is either this — the pain of loss, the melancholy of memories — or there is nothing.

A world with neither Hank nor Connor’s memories of him. Simply nothing.]

Can you tell me about your Heaven? I imagine it’s not exactly as depicted in religious texts.

[Hank seemed very disappointed in God, and religion overall, after what happened to Cole. But he said that he was going to see his son, there at the end.

Connor hopes they’re together: Hank and Cole. He hopes it’s a kinder place, wherever they are.]

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[personal profile] magike 2025-05-27 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
( her expression changes when she hears the noise again, fear replacing the frustration and sharpness that had been there. this time it comes from behind her, a louder, blood curdling scream that chills rowena to her core )

Let me in.

( it's more whispered, urgent sounding and she takes a step forward even before he responds. she's heard screams like that before and it's never good )
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[personal profile] virtuose 2025-05-27 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[For all the work that was put into this, Maelle was struggling to digest the booklet's contents. What few visual aids that were provided didn't quite line up with the car she had, having her look twice or thrice, trying to figure out went where. Even the door opened up from the front instead of the sides.

She doesn't even look up when she's approached, face scrunching up even more as she flipped from one page to another, comparing the diagram with what she had in front of her.]


Barely. It's like they crammed all the information into a few pages.

[And she means all. Nothing like information overload to get one started in an unknown world. At least she had a little help when she was separated from the rest of the Expedition back home. Out here, she was on her own.]

I don't suppose you have an idea of what you're doing.
messenger: looking down, staring at hands, melancholy (❝ to rearrange the stars ❞)

destroyed and annihilated

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-27 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the soul is province of humanity. that's what castiel knows to be true, so to hear connor confirm it doesn't shock him. he's quiet while connor mulls over what he's said, but the question that comes is what he doesn't expect. because connor isn't human, and it's an incredibly human thing to ask.

where do we go when we die?

what is it like?


he didn't start wondering until recently. ]


Ah... Well. It's tractable. What represents eternal paradise tends to differ from person to person.

A long time ago, there was one I used to visit.
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[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-27 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He nods sympathetically, catching the brief change in her expression. Having no insight to her circumstances, he can still well understand the urgency of pressing obligations. And how inconvenient things can become when traveling through time and space at inopportune intervals. (He had tried to time it as well as he could back on the First. Ah well.)

She doesn't offer more and he won't push the matter. She is out here trying to keep things light-hearted during a blackout, after all, and G'raha wishes to respect that. But he does offer-- ]


In my experience, the time that passes in one place does not necessarily reflect the same flow of time at our point of origin.

[ So...she may not be missing out on as much as she fears.

...Or, consequently, the opposite can be true. But he's trying to place some hope, here.

But! To learn that she uses her cards in a similar matter is a point of interest indeed. G'raha raises his brows. ]


So you are an Astrologian as well? But you cast them on yourself? Fascinating...

[ There's no judgement in that admission at all. An Astrologian from a potentially different world! How would that affect the cards themselves? The effects they offer? How one interprets them? Twelve, Urianger would love this.

Gingerly, he accepts the card and smiles. The design is lovely. ]


And what does this one mean?
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cn: mentions of alcoholism

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-27 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)

[That makes sense: one person’s Heaven being different from another’s. Connor imagines Hank would complain if forced to live in a more stereotypical rendition of Heaven with fluffy clouds and golden gates.]

Do you think — [he looks down again as Slug #3 rounds his shoe] — there’s alcohol in Heaven?

[Or would Hank be free of that need, especially if...]

And do you think humans who love each other get to be together? Like family. Do they have separate Heavens, where they can visit each other?

messenger: neutral, speaking, far shot (❝ trying to drive you into the ground ❞)

hank would be an alcoholic in heaven

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-27 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Well... [ technically speaking, it's not really alcohol, just the memory of it. but connor's next question seems more urgent anyway, and so he chooses to answer it first. ]

If they were especially close. Most Heavens don't intermingle, but family does end up together quite often.

[ spouses, brothers, etc. and so on. ]

And there's alcohol. Of a sort.
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wHEEZEs

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-27 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)

Oh.

[Connor takes a moment to parse that: even if he did have a soul, he wouldn’t be with Hank. And Heaven is for eternity, isn’t it?

Hank would forget him eventually. Connor would never.]

I don’t think I like Heaven. [Greedy, here. Hank would be happy with his son: that means a lot. There is some comfort there.

But Heaven wouldn’t be enough without Hank. So maybe it’s a good thing Connor has no soul.]

What kind of alcohol is there? [Bit of a palate cleanser as Connor tries not to think about Hank being so close and yet so far for eternity.]