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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] oomfies 2025-05-27 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, random hot dude at work is just. Sitting beside her. He smells kinda nice— or is that the popcorn? Lottie decides eating in front of him is too messy, so she opts for sipping her drink after stiffly planting her butt proper in her seat. She tries very hard not to think of why she doesn't mind the way he says just like that (sighs deeply), and as it turns out, it's super easy not to.

He's asking her about Spongebob. ]


Uh..

[ Luckily for both of them, Lottie was in the sort-of age demographic to watch enough episodes to know the basic premise and plot. Now, she's a bit too old to really keep up with it but she respects the timeless virality. Hard not to, when that's her sort of job. ]

It's a show about this sponge called Spongebob? He lives under the sea and works as a fry cook.. [ A pause. ] You've never heard of it before?
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[personal profile] oomfies 2025-05-27 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, it's definitely unlocked. Lottie made sure all the doors were in working condition before leaving the place she woke up in. Which means this could've been preventable and at the panicked thought, her cheeks burn. Just because it wasn't locked doesn't mean it's an invitation to read her?? ]

I'm sorry— [ A beat as she bites her lips shut, angry at herself for apologizing when she's the owner (not really) of this vehicle!! Shouldn't he be sorry?! ] what??

[ Is he in trouble? Oh god, is she in trouble? The grip on her wheel turns knuckle-white, adrenaline spiking through her already fuzzy brain. Also, she is totally not looking at the road as she's driving. Sorry!! ]

You can't just come in here and— who the heck is chasing you?!
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-27 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Adrian wrinkles his nose, and though the question is on his face, he manages to keep himself from asking: are you not? If Mr. Cabbage Expert wants to eat his food unseasoned, that's his choice.

Lucky for Adrian, his sad wet seal eyes seem to come through in the end because the man turns around instead of just leaving him there to die dressed as old produce. Maybe he misinterpreted the situation. Just a bit.

He looks down at the knife, the back up at the irritated man wielding it. If he had even a single ounce of self-preservation instinct, the nervous way that he bites the inside of his lip would have something to do with not wanting to die. Instead, it's the man that he's concerned for. ]
Please be careful not to touch me — I don't mean it like that. If you touch my skin, you'll become ill, and even if you are irritating I have no desire to harm you. You can borrow my gloves if you wish.

[ He does hold still, however. ]
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[personal profile] sawel 2025-05-27 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Hermaphroditic -- really? No kidding. [Rune raises his eyebrows at that, but his manner suggests he's more fascinated than anything else. Being raised in Atlantean society does have some bonuses, like the fact that gender and sexuality are sort of a non-issue.

It does mean, however, that in their place Atlanteans make a big issue about a whole bunch of other things instead. But that's another tale entirely.

At the question, Rune glances around, raking his memory. Had he even paid attention to that sort of thing on the way in or like. Anything at all, other than finding himself some food and a place to crash and wallow? He winces at himself, slightly.]


I might have seen a couple of flower pots outside the nicer places...?
Edited (oops forgot a word) 2025-05-27 19:37 (UTC)
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[personal profile] metamorphosing 2025-05-27 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[She stares at him for a moment, silence hanging between them as she narrows her gaze. What a question— why wouldn't they remember the same things? Unless, by some chance, she had been passed out for even longer than she'd realized— a distinct possibility after everything that had happened, to be perfectly honest.]

Paris. The Peace Accords.

[Her shoulders stiffen visibly, but her gaze never leaves his face, studying him.]

You shooting me and using the bullet to drag me across the square so you could finish the job, if you've forgotten the specifics.
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-27 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Scott takes her answer at face value, immediately thinking she's on a working visa of some sort. He doesn't sweat the details and just listens and nods. The country's a melting pot of cultures. It's not surprising.

So, instead, he turns his attention to her question with a patient, if not also friendly, smile. ]


I mean, I don't hate them. [ Maybe he's more neutral about them. Certainly wouldn't hurt visiting them when he's with someone. Make it a date of some kind. ] But I think with how run-down this place is, a museum would be the last thing it has.

[ He shrugs. ] There's a bowling center, though, if that's something you're interested in.
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[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-27 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ castiel watches connor for what constitutes a long time for him; probably connor, too. he doesn't immediately say what he wants to say. ]

Anything you can imagine.

[ and humans can imagine an awful lot, as they both know.

finally, he adds: ]


My... friend didn't like Heaven, either.
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-27 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)

Anything I can imagine. [Connor mirrors this back, thinking: Except the one thing I would want most.

Not that Hank is beer,]

Why didn’t your friend like Heaven? [He hears that pause there.]

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[personal profile] friendzied 2025-05-27 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... for real. ]

[ honestly julie just kind of scowls at him, because there's a grown-ass man at her door and she has better things to be doing right now, but then he says "newfangled world" and she clocks his stupid tricorn and honestly she should be applauded for pulling her reaction back to just a snort. ]


I guess you don't have to worry about power outages out on the Seven Seas.
fuckinabucket: ("You still hate me don't you?")

[personal profile] fuckinabucket 2025-05-27 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It doesn't feel like she's acting because this is an utter failure to keep her act together; all the filters between her true emotions and those she presents burned away by the truly inescapable bottom line that she does not know where her daughter is. She's a mess, a trainwreck of uncut emotion as a few more ringing sobs tumble out of her.

And he doesn't quite believe her-- she can tell by the way he speaks. But his arms feel so good closing and closed around her, and he's trying so hard to be kind. A kindness Sally had learned to lick off of knives because no one bothered to offer it on a spoon. For a second she feels viciously conflicted, torn between curling inward and punching him right in the fucking ribs. She won't, she knows that, but it doesn't stop her from hovering over the possibility.

On the one hand, how dare he not take her word for this? But on the other, she already understands the chemical fuckery that's happened to him-- to them both. And she doesn't doubt for a second her ability to convince him, when her wits have returned, that having a baby isn't nearly as impossible as he's thinking. Right Now just isn't the moment. Right now she'd just like to stop crying.

Also, if she did punch him in the ribs, it would probably ruin this not at all terrible hug. Wrestling down the impulse for violence leaves her feeling ferociously lonely and fucked up so instead, her arms latch around his ribs and her fingers make fists in the fabric of his shirt. A minute or so slinks away like this. But there's too little payout in this catharsis already, and Sally knows she can't cry this feeling out. Not in minutes, hours, or days. It doesn't take her very long to start working expertly at swallowing those sobs, but they jailbreak her control once or twice before she finally manages to speak up again. ]


M'sorry [ For thinking about punching him, but he doesn't know that, so she adds:] your shirt... it's wet

[ She peeks upwards and her eyes are pink and puffy; the silver-blue of her irises are especially bright, like polished sovereigns in the rain. ]

You think I'm mad and you still let me make a mess of you

[ An attempt at friendly teasing? Or maybe mocking him a bit is the consolation prize she gets for avoiding actual violence. It's probably both. ]
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five finger discount

[personal profile] friendzied 2025-05-27 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ julie's mindlessly looking at the cds. can't afford a single one, but she misses her walkman, it's nice to think about what she might put on a new mixtape. it's an easy way to block out the noise, even if it makes her think of stuff that makes this whole insane situation just that bit more difficult. ]

[ maybe it's a sixth sense for a fellow delinquent, or maybe it's just the rustling of the cds that makes julie look down at eddie in time to see him slip a couple into his jacket. ]

[ she considers the request and tilts her head, looks back at the machine after a moment and taps at one that's caught her interest as if she's just considering buying it. she deserves a little fee for her silence, after all. ]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-27 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda can tell that she's got him at a bit of a juncture where he is clearly considering the difference between being able to brew tea and actually enjoying tea and the purpose it brings (to her family, to her community).

she tips her hand towards the box he's taken, grabbing it for herself now. )


We can have tea some time.

( an invitation, which comes despite the fact that they had some friction and disagreements in certain topics. an invitation that comes with the tacit consideration that she wants to engage with him, again, should he want to.

for herself, wanda feels warm, in a flustered kind of way. she's not generally the type of person to engage like this with others, not the way pietro would. )


I'll show you how it's done, Spectre.

( not getting the name right— )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-27 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
( that much is obvious, but wanda has never encountered someone like this before; any of her assumptions would be incorrect, or could give rise to feeling insulted. that's the last thing she wants to do.

wanda turns to face the other woman(?), the 'shifter', and looks at her properly. )


I... I've never met someone like you before. ( she can definitely perceive the tick of defensiveness. ) I didn't mean to be rude.

( ...so, )

Is it normal where you're from, to be a shifter?
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fluxdrift ii

[personal profile] friendzied 2025-05-27 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ julie tries her best, she really does, to hold in her temper. she hasn't really had to do that in a long time now, but she grips her steering wheel tight and takes a deep breath. ]

[ and then some english asshole starts yelling at her and that all goes out the same window she sticks her head out of to yell back. ]


Learn to fucking drive, asshole!
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[personal profile] smilefornow 2025-05-27 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rather than put his foot in his mouth, as he surely would, Arthur stays silent as Sally cries it out. What else can he do? It's a miracle he has the emotional intelligence he does, it wasn't something routinely taught to little English boys in the 30s and 40s.

But he had had Percy. That had made a difference.

When she pulls away, he stands there awkwardly, relighting his neglected cigarette. He hadn't wanted to singe her hair, that would be just his awful luck.]


Ah, well, it's seen much worse. I was already a mess, no harm done.

[There may not be much that he can do, but there are some things. Practical things. He's very good with practical things.]

Er...it's probably not very safe for you to drive at the moment. Why don't we...hook up your motorbike to my bus, it's got one of those little knobbly bits with a cord for ferrying, and I'll get us to the city.

[Planning was good. He can handle planning, and it makes him feel better. A solid plan can make everything look a little bit better. Or make it easier to pretend, anyhow.]

I know we haven't got any money to stay anywhere, but really, this thing's like a little flat on wheels. An entirely unfurnished one, but...

[It's still better than staying outdoors. And he just assumes that now that they've found each other, and there's no time limit, she's going to stick with him. It's just the smart and safe thing to do.]
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[personal profile] oomfies 2025-05-27 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lottie is in fact, terrible with ages, and often times just goes by the cardinal rule of: probably my age. She's in that weird middling age where it's the safest option, not too old or not too young either. But in this case, she doesn't even spare a second to put a number on her because, uh, British accent?

(She hasn't heard one of those in a while!) ]


..These are just [ A wave of her hand, as she turns around to talk properly, seemingly interested. Arms draped over the top of her seat, ] episodes.. I don't know, spliced together.

[ It's a longer Spongebob episode, she thinks. Usually the same three or so on rotation, unless they discover (or make?) more. ]

It's not really a movie.
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[personal profile] oomfies 2025-05-27 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Clout and internet fame are things that would make his skin crawl. After all, it gives Lottie hives on the days where her engagement is the worst (breakdowns second, when she gets more than two hate comments on her page). She doesn't really think about how he'd feel about the loud and gleeful— ] Yay! [ —that leaves her lips, either, or the hand perched delicate at his shoulder.

She's absolutely trying to lean over his shoulder to see what the manual looks like, only having a little bit of height on him from the impractical heels she still has on. ]


All of my problems are going away!

[ Because of— ..Hm. Nameless car vagabond? No. Carman? Manualdude? Forget his (very reasonable) question of asking where she wants to start, she completely bypasses that to ask something Extremely Important™. ]

What's your name, anyway?
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[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-05-27 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Was there a question? 

[(There was, he just ignored it.)  Honestly he figured it was pretty rhetorical. And let’s be real—he’s not exactly in a hurry to make an open book of himself around here. But he’ll give her one for free.  Flat and final, if a little belated—]

I don't do that anymore. 

[Savior complexes and heroics.  Didn't work out for him so hot the last time, y'know. Theoretically. (But here he is. It’s less true than he’d like to pretend.  Talia had also noticed him falling into old habits and called him out on it. Not so long ago.)

But he doesn’t want to talk about that. So enough about him.  He drops into a crouch in front of the door and gets to work. That sure is a lot of Is from someone who seemed pretty uninterested in the whole exercise.
]

Are you coming?
fuckinabucket: ("They all want to own you don't they?")

[personal profile] fuckinabucket 2025-05-27 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She supposes no one is going to hunt him down here for looking like someone cried on his shirt, but still. He didn't have to be decent. So few men actually make the attempt. She can't help but remember when she would climb that tree as a girl to cry, and somehow Arthur would always find her, and sit with her. Those memories are too old to be tweaked by Joy... and why would they be? Even though they were sad memories... they were actually some of her happiest, too. ]

You... want to drive us to the city? Together?

[ Does she want that? Does she want to go with him? He doesn't even believe her-- but he's so gentle and thoughtful and-- and it could mean time to explain, if she cared to. If she could get the words past the knot in her throat. God, she does want to, doesn't she? Just like she wanted to run away with him-- so many times before.

But is she still mad at him? Sally can't exactly say no to that either... why the fuck do her emotions have to be so damn complicated? Maybe-- maybe she shouldn't do this, let him help her, when she's so messed up. She already knows she's going to. ]


Your very practical, as always. I... hadn't thought much farther than figuring out how to drive

[ Christ is she ever tired of being alone. And if she had to pick a person to keep that loneliness away... wouldn't be be Arthur? How much had she chatted away to little Gwen about the man without even knowing if he still remembered her at all? ]

... I think I've slept in hatches that were actually smaller inside. At least one.

[ Is he actually offering to let her stay with him, beyond the ride to the city? The first thing she wonders is 'Why?' and there are honestly way too many, complicated answers to that question.

Arthur's assumptions runs the opposite of Sally's; she's not sure why he would want her around indefinitely. Doesn't he think she's bonkers? Doesn't she make things complicated? Doesn't he hate her just a little bit? She hates herself just a little bit, after all. ]


Are you... sure you won't get tired of me? You're not... tired of me already? I think there might be some boogers on your shirt.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-27 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
--Does he have a name? Do you?

[These seem like basic but important details.]
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-27 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Magic of some sort.

[They just need to break out of the immediate space.]
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-27 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
That would be just my luck at the moment. If I start growing an alien in my stomach, it would hardly be a surprise at this point.

[ A dry response about the eggs but Charles does decide to attempt them and while the texture is bizarre, the taste is fine. And that's all he's really looking for in a free sample from a supermarket on an alien planet that they're currently stuck in for the foreseeable future. He turns his chair and starts moving toward the aisles assuming Erik will follow him. He is testing out whether he can handle it without having to put a hand on Erik's arm the entire time.

It is noisy right away and he winces but he'll have to suffer it eventually so he tries to put up shields again. Charles pauses for a moment with his chair and sighs before he seems to right himself. He can't spend all his time hiding in Erik's mind like a security blanket. There are enough voices here to ring in his head, but it's the rest of Panaroma that is the problem. ]


Fine, we can get tea.

[ He'll accept that gift from Erik because the thought of it is a deep relief. Even if it's bad tea, Charles will take it, it will remind him of better times and he's always felt better once he has one. Trust Erik to think of that, after all the time he spent with Charles smiling at him over the rim of a teacup. He shoots an affectionate look up at his former (?) best friend but immediately darts his gaze down so it doesn't linger. Being around Erik is so dangerous for him. He'd almost prefer him to drop another stadium on him at this point.

The sudden drop out of his mind is better for both of them to not get lost in that constant intimacy. ]


I've been drinking liquor more than tea these days, it's likely the better option.

[ Barely on the line of drunkard behavior. ]
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[personal profile] smilefornow 2025-05-27 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I know I have a history of being an utter arse, but I'm not about to abandon you on the side of the road like this.

[That's the sort of thing he couldn't excuse to himself. Yes, Sally has a habit of making him inexplicably upset and frustrated. Yes, she always comes with complications.

But despite all of that, Arthur does care about her. Maybe this is all a pair of fucked up people like them can manage. This absurd dance of being drawn to each other and pushing one another away at the same time. It would make sense to him, nothing in his life can ever be simple and easy.]


Look...everything about this situation is unbelievable and insane. But we are not in Wellington. We aren't even on Earth anymore! And despite amazingly slim odds proving true already, we are very likely the only people on this planet from Wellington Wells. We should stick together. It's safest.

[And he really would feel like a monster, leaving her alone in this place. They don't know anything about it beyond the vaguest of outlines. There's a city! You need a car! Roads are dangerous and oh yes, there's spots where reality has fucked off on holiday!

Sally, for all the drama and difficulty she carries with her, is familiar. The only familiar thing in this whole world.

Though a thought occurs to him, as she hesitates and questions him. Oh dear, he may have had an inappropriate stray thought here and there, but he hopes she doesn't think he's being...er...dodgy. Or transactional!]


I'm not...there's nothing seedy in the suggestion. It just feels very stupid and pointless to leave the closest thing I have to a friend upset on the side of the road in a strange and dangerous place.
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[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-27 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't seem offended by the beer, which she'll take as a win. she hasn't been around long enough to have preferences, but she also is getting to a point that if she doesn't know if she can be picky. he mentions stacking crates and nods, because somehow... that makes sense. of the list of jobs she could see logan doing, yeah. he somehow fits perfectly in the blue collar collection of jobs.

karen smiles a little, her eyes turning to the bike. she hasn't really noticed his schedule quite yet, knowing that her own late nights are spent listening to every other movement made outside her door, without any real thought of if she might know the source. still, she does feel like she only sees him at odd hours - heading out when she would assume people would be heading in, making it back in when she's headed out. it hasn't occurred to her that he might be taking midnight hours, or that is even an opportunity, but she'll get there soon enough. ]


They've got me stocking shelves most of my shifts. But hey- if I do well enough maybe I'll get to work the cashier. [ she says it a little like that's impressive, like it might be an inside joke. of course she's thinking back to the cashier from the small shop they stopped at, how bored out of their mind they had been.

she chuckles a little to herself, taking another long sip before exhaling. ]
Pay is pretty terrible, but hey. I managed a six-pack and a phone out of last week's paychecks, so it's not too bad.
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[personal profile] alwaysarmed 2025-05-27 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's right, of course. Old Yelena probably would have shot both of them and gone back to sleep without a second thought. But she is trying very hard not to be that person any longer. Some days it's easier than others.

She does relax her stance somewhat when he holds his hands up. She knows he's far from no longer a threat given his weapon is still in his hand, but she isn't particularly concerned with that. ]


Bullets here are expensive.

[ Considering him for another moment she lowers the gun, nodding in the direction of the downed body. ]

What was he doing to incur the wrath of... whoever you are.

[ She pairs the comment with a wave in a circle, gesticulating at all of his costume. She may now be a part of a team but she will likely never be big on fancy costumes. ]