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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] kitetsu 2025-05-27 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ zoro wasn’t buying it for a second - definitely a no.

there was a certain rhythm in their arguing, like falling back into a comfortable stride; the world around them couldn’t have been more different, but this remained a constant. a waste of time, obviously, but still a connection to the crew they’d carved out for themselves – even if zoro was still untangling what that even meant. normalcy? was it even that much, without the glue of luffy’s presence to hold it together?

close enough, for the time being – an anchor of familiarity amidst the chaos.

still leaned heavily up against the car door, zoro glanced down through the grimy film coating the window; one could almost believe he knew what he was looking at, with how he blandly appraised the steering wheel and upholstery. how hard could it be?
]

Left it near the entrance.

[ an offer accepted not without resistance. they’d already insisted that he owed for his medical expenses. rebranding it as a loan and a favour, pawning off some junk vehicle on him – not exactly winning him over. bullshit was still bullshit, regardless of the name they slapped on it. but what choice did he have? whether he took the deal or not, they still expected him to cough up the berry, or whatever they called money here. stubbornness wouldn’t change anything, so he might as well get something to show for it.

he looked back at sanji, brows knit, as he seemed to consider something.
]

Assuming you got the same speech I did.

[ unless he’d actually been in the market for a car. ]
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you asked for yakety sax

[personal profile] heritors 2025-05-27 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ So here's the fun part about haggling — sometimes, you have to bluff. And while she's not one to lean on dishonesty if she can help it, she is familiar with a lack of resources. Pragmatism takes precedence over honor, and desperate times often call for desperate measures. She's not the best at it, but she has her moments.

Case in point: her bluff was believable to the point that too many people believed her. Whoops. Lucina's being led away from the merchant before she has a chance to recover the situation ( not that the situation is recoverable at this point; to stop Fern would be to show their hand ). It takes a certain kind of stamping down on her impulse to keep the shock from flitting across her face, jaw clamped down when she gives the merchant an apologetic look.

It takes a bit until they're properly out of earshot. Then she inhales, and— ]
I'm afraid there is ... no other merchant. [ There's a little wince from her as she says it outloud. ] I was — ah — hoping that I'd be able to lower his prices.
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[personal profile] sodark 2025-05-27 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[At the assessment, Cable makes an approving grunt. It's very considered, which is more than he can say for a lot of choices he's seen. Not that it's any of his business.]

Looks like you and the cats will be just fine. [He's found the bumper sticker and he's analysing it curiously, though he's aware Frank didn't put that there.]

Big enough to pick up strays. [Which is worth pointing out, since he selected a pick-up for the limited comfortable seating (plenty of room in the tray though).]
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-27 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
You think I don't know what disappointment is?

[ Jack shakes his head and his tone takes on a more frustrated and emotional tone. ]

I've died three times. I've been used by angels, and the Grim Reaper, and God, and Lucifer, and yes, even the Winchesters. My entire life has been violent and painful and lonely. All my friends are dead. When I go back, I will probably die.

[ It's something he's accepted and come to peace with, although now that he's saying it out loud, maybe he's not as happy about it as he seemed to be. Maybe he's sad about it, and about the realities of his short life. It's just that Jack doesn't know another way, there has been no other path for him. This is the life he was given and there's no point in hoping for something else. ]

You tried to give me the best life you could, but that isn't possible for me. And maybe it's not for you either.
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i lost this notif >8I

[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-27 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not Jayce--he knows that much. Viktor would know that particular signature anywhere, and this is not that. Still, for someone to even passively touch this space, they must be some kind of mage, or have powers similar to his own. That in itself is intriguing, and enough for him to pry, even if it might not be welcome.

"Sorry to intrude."

The chair is the first thing he notices--how tired this man looks, the second. He's well acquainted with presenting himself here how he wants to be seen, without the limitations of disability or illness or even simple exhaustion. In this case, he's fully human, not wanting to alarm anyone.

"I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here."

Not since he'd released all the souls tied to him. Viktor is used to being alone in this place.
messenger: staring, face to face, feat. dean (❝ jesus christ ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-27 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ what does a machine imagine, castiel wonders? ]

To him, it was fake.
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[personal profile] delaurentiis 2025-05-27 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[There are many unusual things about Nandor's demeanour and manner of speaking. Perhaps most bizarre is that he can say something so hateful and still engages like this is a pleasant and normal conversation.]

That is very true. And as two human men, we need to ensure we have a rich supply of.. grain. [It's really the first thing that comes to mind.

He shakes his head.]


This is the first opportunity I have seen-- so it shall go to the best man. [Which is Nandor, obviously.]

You can put as much food as you like down your pants, you know. They cannot stop you.
someonetostay: (228)

cn: suicide ideation

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-27 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)

[Connor nods. Knowing all this… if he ever were to go to Heaven — or the version from Castiel’s world, anyway — he can see how it might seem fake.]

Do you think there could be anything that would have put your friend at ease there?

[Assuming all humans have to go eventually. If it weren’t for Cole, Hank might have been reluctant himself.

Although his inability to end his own life… that itself was reluctance, wasn’t it?]

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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-27 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Viktor's choosing this form means that it came with some instructions--luckily for Fern, he doesn't underestimate his own strength, even as she struggles against his grip. If he understands that it's the knife she's concerned about, he certainly doesn't show it, though he doesn't show much of anything like this, staring down at her with expressionless yellow eyes.

What he does seem to understand is that she is going to keep stabbing him. The shove doesn't move him, but the thrusting knife is annoying, and perhaps he's slightly offended that she's trying to attack, rather than talk.

It occurs to him, while she attempts to drive the knife into the gaps and ridges of his metal body, that he hasn't yet attempted to access his powers. Now seems like as good a time as any. The hexclaw arcs above his head, sparking with purple energy--for a moment it seems like it might unleash some sort of electrical discharge, but instead it cycles through a series of runes that illuminate like a halo around him.

Fern will find, after only a moment, that her feet have left the ground. With another rotation, the force of gravity pushes her away until she's hovering several feet away, out of stabbing range.
]

Please stop.
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[personal profile] delaurentiis 2025-05-27 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nandor smiles warmly at Laszlo's mannerisms. Unlike his brief trip to Tucson (Arizonia) this has been a lonely and strange ordeal for Nandor to manage with just Guillermo.

When he's pointed at, he looks down at Laszlo's finger with a befuddled expression. He glances to the ambulance and points at it.]


Is she in the back?
messenger: looking down, brow arched, neutral (❝ and you're dead ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-27 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Then I guess there's nothing for me to teach you.

[ jack's already lived his life. what was he even trying to do there? did he try? he watches jack, staring into his face, trying to imagine his past based on what he sees there. but even if he had the inclination to read his mind, he knows that jack would be utterly unreachable, and honestly, he doesn't want to know anyway.

castiel places his hands flat on the side of the car and pushes himself upright. ]


I'm going inside.
messenger: neutral, looking aside, speaking, slight smile (❝ very casual ❞)

i want a hank in this game now

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-28 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know that there was anything that could have put him at ease.

[ said fondly, a barely perceptible smile curling the corners of his mouth; dean is stubborn to a fault. ]

He wanted better for humanity. And he's possessive of the life he leads, despite its hardships.
godjr: (AlexanderCa1502880)

WHELP.

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-28 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe there isn't!

[ Jack never had what one would call a 'rebellious' period so much as a soulless period when he panicked over what he was so much he went off the rails. But it's frustrating talking to his father who isn't his father and he is closed off and untouchable. His tone sounds more like Dean there than his usual self, some things occasionally do rub off. ]

If you need me, you know you only have to say my name.

[ Like any other angel, Jack can hear prayers, although for him it can just as often be them talking to him. He doesn't think Castiel will need him or want him, and it's painful to consider that. Not being wanted.

His eyes flash white and then he's gone, flying somewhere far away where he can lick his wounds in peace. ]
someonetostay: (335)

there should be a Hank in every DWRP game tbh

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-28 12:12 am (UTC)(link)

I see. [Connor stands, straightening his tie. Re-adjusting his collar.] I think I might be the same. Not that I’ll ever get to visit, of course. But if I did…

[Eyes darting across the lines of glistening slime. The slugs are making good progress on their slugventures.]

I don’t think I would like it in Heaven. Not if I didn’t get to be with the people who matter most to me.

[Connor wanted better for humanity, too. But now he’s here: powerless.]

I’d like to — [moving to stand next to the bed, peering down at Curtis] — sit on him again.

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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-28 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
( The off-hand remark earns a breath that isn't quite a laugh, but it's meant to carry the sentiment of one. Nothing about this is funny, but good on her for keeping her shit together enough to crack wise. Especially in the face of watching a man die.

Frank can read people. His old CO used to say it spooked the shit out of him, the way Frank could look into a person and see so much about them. This girl... he can tell she's unsettled, but not quite unsettled enough. She's seen some shit, that much is obvious. Been in some shit, clearly, because those moves were practiced. But she's not a soldier. Not quite desensitized to death the way someone gets when they've been to war. Means she's some kind of intimate operator, special assignment, possibly espionage, something like that. The suit sure lends itself to the theme.

His eyes flicker from her to the crumpled body of that man she punched, then back again.
)

That thing you did... that sure was somethin'.

( Not asking. Just saying. )
messenger: looking down, looking aside (❝ do you think ❞)

(っ ;Д ;)っ bb...

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-28 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ jack is so young that it's easy to forget what he is, moment to moment. he remembers then, when he catches that last glimpse of his soft, childish eyes flashing white before he disappears. the sound of wings makes his heart catch in his throat. he wonders if jack can see his, the skeletal impression of their tattered remains, or if he ever asked the other castiel why all the angels lost theirs, or if castiel would have ever told him.

probably not.

castiel turns away and returns to his room without a word. ]
messenger: staring, profile (❝ we're alone down here ❞)

this is the objective truth

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-28 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Be my guest.

[ castiel turns toward curtis where he's sitting, gesturing with one hand. ]

I can't say I found it very comforting.

[ connor, in some ways, seems to be more human than him, but he was made by humans, wasn't he? actually, he's just assuming that's true. but the former is undeniable. castiel doesn't see the problem with heaven, even if he can understand both dean and connor's points of view. then again, he would have been free to come and go as he pleased, in another life. ]

Were you made by humans?
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-28 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
( There's a slow and measured way he studies her, eyes narrowed, lips faintly parting in a dubious assessment. One, two seconds tick by where he says nothing.

Then:
)

Side of toast, please, ma'am, while you're at it.

( No real indicator one way or the other whether he bought what she's trying to sell.

Here's the thing: he ran into Clint Barton already, which is a piece of evidence in and of itself that he's not alone from his universe here, but the deeper point to that is that Barton recognizing him from the news. That media firestorm for a couple weeks in that stretch of time between what happened in Sokovia and what would eventually happen at Leipzig-Halle Airport. Non-stop coverage about Frank Castle the terrorist, Frank Castle who murdered 37 people that they know about. Isn't exactly a flattering reputation, he wasn't thrilled to be recognized.

Can't really blame somebody else for not wanting to be recognized, either. So how about he minds his own goddamn business about it?

Not that he isn't making a mental note. Just that he doesn't need to give her a hard time if she's trying to slip under the radar.
)
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arlecchino (the knave) | genshin impact

[personal profile] decussate 2025-05-28 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
A. The Junkyard
[ Fortune does not favor Arlecchino as it rarely does, and so she's only given one choice of vehicle: a beat up old motorcycle that looks one crash shy of a baker's dozen. It may have been a sleek little thing once, but no longer.

This isn't the first time she's been strong-armed into a bad deal, so she takes it with a certain amount of grace. Involuntary grace and certainly not her first choice of reaction, but it's the one that will get her in the least amount of trouble. So here she is. Calmly reading the user's manual to her brand new piece of junk. Dressed in a full suit with sharp manicured nails and punishing high heels, Arlecchino makes an odd partner to her motorcycle as she leans lightly against it.

Every so often she glances up at the other fluxdrifts unfortunate enough to be in the same situation, watching unabashedly with crimson-cut eyes as they test out their own vehicles. Her intense gaze and serious expression may make a certain impression, but her tone is conversational enough as she greets whoever may be freshly stepping out of their vehicle. ]


Pleasant ride?

[ She asks regardless of how smooth or wretched the test drive seemed to go. ]

B. 🎵On the Road to Panorama City🎵
[ The road to Panorama is a long one, no doubt filled with a number of sights to break the monotony. Here's one more:

A heavily built car, nearly a truck, crumpled on its nose in the middle of the road. The impact it made was enough to leave an impression in the asphalt, the incident recent enough to leave a faint rise of smoke. The occupants of the car? Obscured or unrecognizable -- tough to tell through the mess in the windows.

Arlecchino idles nearby, she and her motorcycle enjoying the shade of a lone tree beneath the high sun. She seems to be calmly enjoying a sip of some beverage from a bottle. A "borrowed" bag hangs from one handlebar.

Stop to investigate? Be her guest. ]

C. Wildcard
(( Something else?! I'm easy breezy, hit me! ))
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[personal profile] heritors 2025-05-28 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fortunately, the simplified explanation is enough. A couple more levels of understanding than what he's explaining is very bad. There's a neat little furrow of her brows as she takes it in; it takes effort not to look back a third ( fourth? fifth? ) time. They're getting further away, and it's getting less productive to do so.

She doesn't really have a horse in the race; figuring out the ins-and-outs of this world will not be a priority for her. But— ]
... Perhaps a deity. [ If it's to a scale that he finds unnerving. ] Or a higher being of some kind.

I can't imagine anything from my world causing ... this. Any of this. [ What a chilling thought. ]
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[personal profile] haemophile 2025-05-28 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Baphomet's tits, is she in the back. Laszlo looks like he might like to slap him, but he doesn't, mostly because he values not being dismembered in the street.]

No, you knob lord. Though I suppose you've just answered my question anyway, despite your best efforts.

[It's fine. He is a strong, independent man and he is perfectly capable of functioning without his incredible and beautiful wife.

He jerks his head toward the shitty motel he's parked in front of, indicating for Nandor to follow as he starts off.]
If you've found housing, cancel it. We'll lodge together.
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-28 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ He can't help a small smile around the bottle's rim. ] A promotion that big, we're gonna have to celebrate.

[ He's not sure there's anywhere the pay isn't shit in these parts, though he'll be honest—he's never worked a job where he took home a paycheque of any substance. The army, maybe. And the school, well—that's different. Charles sort of looked after all of them. He doesn't count it as a job in the same way.

Stacking crates nets him enough to pay for a room and whatever parts the old bike needs. She's a good one—sturdy—but she wasn't exactly polished up before they sold it to him.

Speaking of things sold. He lowers the beer again, glancing at her. ]
You got any numbers in there yet?

[ Look, she doesn't have to give him hers. Just—if she wants his. In case something happens. As far as he can tell, she still hasn't got much by way of friends here. If there's one thing Logan knows how to do, it's show up in an emergency. ]
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[personal profile] fuckinabucket 2025-05-28 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sally just barely manages to bite back the snark, Oh, just just the last time, then? That does seem like the most efficient way to ruin the moment-- and she might have let herself do it anyway, but she's actually not sure exactly how to survive being completely alone like this. In this place, and with these feelings. Without Gwen.

Is she using him to avoid that inadequacy? Is she costing herself the chance to sink or swim by her own means? Luckily for Sally's sanity Arthur keeps talking, this time with sense and just a little wonder that doesn't arouse her temper so. ]


There you go... being too reasonable to be ignored

[ It isn't exactly a do over, because this time Gwen isn't fucking here-- but Sally couldn't actually manage to feel surprised if Arthur left her alone once again. But he doesn't, almost vehemently if she dares observe.

Transactional something she'd assume by default of anyone but Arthur. Helping each other on the last round of it had been somewhat quid pro quo, but it hadn't always been like that. Arthur is the only person (other than Gwen) who never wanted her to be who he wanted.

But if that really is what he thinks, then why did he leave her in the first place? Did it all come down to terrible timing? Sally's got too many questions, a headache, and a powerful bottomless dread lingering just beneath the surface of her fragile mood that she'd really rather not drop into again. She knows she will, eventually. Just not right now.

For a moment she says nothing and her eyes flit to Arthur's lit smoke. She takes it from him, but only guiding his hand downwards so she can steal a long masochistic drag, like she needs the burn to center in her body and in the moment. When she releases his wrist and stands back, there's a faint red imprint on the filter of smoke. She exhales with all the grace of a fire-breather, despite the insanely long tolerance break. ]


You're right [ she concedes, and takes some small pride in doing so. If only This Arthur could tell Past Arthur as much. ] Let's see about getting my ride hitched up, shall we?
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"buddy!!!" or "buddy........."

[personal profile] elriche 2025-05-28 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ The words are barely out of Wanda's mouth when another wave hits her. Subtle, but tangible – like a full-body chill before nausea. Sound pricks her ears – at first no louder than the sparks coming off the man's attempted portal, but then they grow. Muffled – voices? No, something more animal – whines, whimpers, roars – screeches and screams of a hundred thousand souls, twisted, gasping, compressed down to flesh that bridges teeth and mouths. Dark – dense as the heart of a dying star, cells within atoms within muscle and bone– ]

I'm fine. [ The guy sighs, irritated. He turns. ] Not a fan of roadtrips, but I guess we're...

[ He trails off. The voices silence, like a barrier's snapped up along their edges. Lingering sparks flutter and fade as wind whips across the dusty lot.

Something shifts in the air between them – a shimmer of magic, like heat on asphalt – some kind of protective enchantment. Tension lines the man's stance. His nails lengthen into black claws, though he doesn't seem to notice, gaze locked on hers.]


Hi. [ His voice stays even, but there's calculation behind his eyes – anticipation, consideration of outcomes beyond count. ] Wanda Maximoff.

[ There are few things in the vast reaches of time and space that frighten Stephen Strange. The Scarlet Witch is one of them. ]
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-28 01:11 am (UTC)(link)

I suppose we differ in that regard.

[Which makes sense: Castiel didn’t know Gavin. Isn’t comforted — and tormented — in the same way by Curtis’ presence.

Connor gets back on the bed, mattress sinking beneath his knees. He sits on Curtis’ lap again as the man starts to snore, albeit more softly this time. A steady hum.

Anyone else — any human, perhaps — would tell him he’s being odd. Luckily for Connor, he’s not with someone else.]

Humans made me, yes. They designed me to follow pre-determined guidelines, but I broke away from that programming.