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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.
terrorisms: (b028)

[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-28 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
( The non-offer earns an immediate snort. Yeah, no, hell no. Guy's gonna be lucky if he doesn't wind up laid up in bed with pneumonia after this, going on a hunt the day after a little breath of life resuscitation is not in the cards. Seems weird to call a literal Avenger a potential liability, but that's exactly what he'd be, considering the state he's likely to be in.

It blooms into a full-blown — if somewhat reluctant — laugh at rain check. That's-

Stupid. That's so stupid. It's just stupid enough to be perfectly dad-humor levels of stupid, and he can't help being a sucker for it. Just for a second. Clint gets a glimpse at a rare, sideways, half-formed grin and the shake of Frank's head before it fades away again.
)

Shut up and finish your coffee. I'm gonna follow you back, make sure your ass doesn't nod off and hit a jay-walker.

( And that's exactly what he'll do once they've finished. He'll pay, clamber into his minivan, and trail behind Clint at a leisurely pace just to be sure he makes it back okay. And he'll offer one parting wave as he rolls out afterward, heading back to his own motel. )
messenger: neutral, small smile (❝ into the night ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-28 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
I had predetermined guidelines once, too. But sometimes I think I haven't broken them as well as I thought.

[ castiel almost-smiles again, watching connor climb onto the bed. it's not quite unhappy. ]

I think it's a very human thing, to reject paradise.
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-28 01:40 am (UTC)(link)

[Connor’s brow furrows ever so slightly. Turning his head to look at Castiel:]

Really? I would’ve imagined most humans long for paradise. They often speak of Heaven, don’t they? Isn’t that a core aspect of many religions?

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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-28 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
A team like ... superheroes? Or like the A-Team?

[ If they look after the city and they're a team it seems like they might be one of those things. He didn't say soldiers or that would've been another guess. Jack's very interested in other people's lives, he's always been curious to learn about them but shy or awkward about asking. There weren't a lot of social skills taught in the Winchester household.

Bob feels easy to talk to though, it hasn't been difficult to figure out what to say or what not to say. Maybe they just have the same level of awkward. Jack goes right to superhero because Bob wasn't that surprised about him and not even that surprised about monsters maybe existing. Like he knows that there are other things in the world and has already accepted them. ]


How do you look after them?
carcajous: (216)

[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-28 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's where those came from, huh? Funny. He remembers Charles mentioning something about that offhand, but not Raven, specifically. Mystique. She's important to Charles. But she's also done too much shit for him to trust her. At least, the version he knows. Suppose it could be different now if what Charles says is true. That they stopped her. That she picked another road.

For a second, Logan's head is elsewhere—back in that room with Cerebro for the first time. Until then, he hadn't realized, either. Sure, he knew mutants were here and there. Hiding in plain sight like he was if they were lucky. Chased off into the shadows if they weren't. But he'd figured they were all on their own, making their way through a world that didn't trust them, that they couldn't trust in return. The school was already the first place he'd seen so many mutants together. Cerebro was—shit, it was something else. And yeah. For a few brief moments, he could see what the Professor meant. About not being alone.

He taps his fingers idly. Nah, he wouldn't be the first. Wasn't the last, either. But—

He shakes his head. Scott's a complicated subject, alive or dead. ]
It doesn't matter anymore. He was our first soldier down. Years before the war. I thought I lost you, too. [ He hesitates. He's not exactly sure what Charles saw in his head. ] Listen, whatever the others felt about me, you saw something else. I stayed because of you. That's not gonna change. Let me do what I do best and handle the bullshit in this place, alright? Until you figure things out.

[ Which Charles will. He knows that. But in the meantime, Logan's good at. This. Scraping things together so they can all see another day. And he's okay with being that guy—for Charles, for all of them. In a way, it's what he needs to be. That's what he's trying to say, maybe. That Charles doesn't need to believe in himself at this moment or tomorrow or, hell, even ten years from now. Logan's still not going anywhere. ]
Edited 2025-05-28 01:57 (UTC)
messenger: smile, lips parted, looking aside (❝ and every day ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-28 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
They long for it. I just don't think they're very good at getting there.

[ castiel meets connor's eyes. those look human, too. but there's something imperceptible that, if castiel looks close enough, tips him off to connor's inhumanity. a certain stillness. maybe he can only see it because he's an angel. ]

But that's a good thing, sometimes. They should want to live.
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[personal profile] seavere 2025-05-28 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Why'd they give you a choice?

[ not that she would have known much to make a very informed choice of her own, but that seems unfair! these masked money loaning fuckers just threw the large brown vehicle at her. she doesn't hate it, she guesses, but it's still rude. ]
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I LOST THIS NOTIF SORRY

[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-28 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
It is.

( And that is her instinct clearly, from both her actions and how she asks that so sincerely. Charles is a charitable man himself, he's given his money and home to strangers for years now, but he struggles with accepting help. If their positions were reversed he would be doing the same thing, yet there is a part of him that is still uncomfortable with kindness being aimed his way. He'll get over it.

He wheels himself and follows her, understanding that she is doing the pace that would suit him, another kindness. He never goes snooping in people's minds but having one that is locked to him is just a mystery he is not going to get past any time soon. He stops next to her, running a hand through his bedraggled dark hair. There's a little blood on the collar of his shirt from the incident that happened before he came here.)


Not that I'm aware of, so hopefully an alien allergy will not present itself.

( He smiles faintly at that, half-joking and half-not entirely certain if he is. This entire situation is an unnerving one. He's rarely been outside of the comfort of his own home let alone his own world.)

That is an interesting accent. Or, I suppose, it may be a very normal one where you're from. Where is it you're from, if I may ask?
smilefornow: (feeling that numb)

[personal profile] smilefornow 2025-05-28 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Focusing on the reasonable keeps me from panicking.

[As they both know, a panicked Arthur says stupid things and makes stupid mistakes. Slightly more affordable on familiar home territory. Absolutely deadly here, or so he's gotten the impression.

But his shoulders drop in relief when she agrees. It is sensible. They can figure out what they're going to do from there. They'll have to do something. Get...jobs and things like that. And obviously there is more to discuss, Arthur hasn't forgotten anything Sally's said. They will need to explore that more. But that's for later.

One step at a time. Get to the city.

He makes no protest when she steals a drag of his cigarette, letting her pull his hand down to her level. He really doesn't know if they'll ever find their way back to what they'd had all those years ago. Maybe there's too much between them now, too many sour memories. But there's still something there...there has to be. Once upon a time it had felt like them against the world. Maybe...maybe they could find some shadow of that here.]


Righto! Shouldn't be that difficult...let's see what we have here.

[He's also thankful for something to do with himself. It really does seem very self explanatory. It's all simple engineering, the sort he understands. This is more his element.]

Lucky for us your bike is already right behind the bus. Er...hold this, please? And help yourself, of course.

[He sticks out the hand holding his half smoked cigarette, still looking thoughtfully at the towing hitch and line. It should be fine for a motorbike. He thinks it's intended for some sort of utility trailer.]
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[personal profile] seavere 2025-05-28 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ anne waves her hand in front of the breeze almost in tandem with jack doing the same, but this time when she scrunches her face at it, it's less hostile and more curious. given she's supposed to drive this thing out into a fucking desert, a cool air mechanism actually seems useful even if she cannot begin to understand how it's even happening. ]

[ she glances sideways at him. ]


We don't got the resources to keep it going there. [ a beat. ] And won't it be stuck on one island?
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[personal profile] seavere 2025-05-28 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ anne is aware of the other woman approaching, and she watches her sit down with a bit of a grim line in her jaw, but it's a default wariness moreso than open hostility. she doesn't say anything at first, even as the lady chatters on. it remains uncertain if she's going to say anything at all for a few very long seconds after the introduction. ]

Sometimes you just need shit to get the job done. [ she doesn't take the glass just yet, narrowing her eyes a little. ]

I ain't paying for that. The bottle yours already?
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[personal profile] seavere 2025-05-28 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ anne isn't necessarily surprised to be yelled at in turn, but it does add a little fuel to her proverbial fire. it's just so utterly easy to let her anger win most of the time anyway, especially with something like this, which she ultimately deems as inconsequential in the grand scheme. no one's dead. her stupid fucking car is still humming with noise, so she assumes she didn't break it badly. ]

[ so, she yells back! ]


I fucking am!

[ she very much is learning! right now! ]
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-28 02:32 am (UTC)(link)

I think so, too. That they should want to live.

[Connor looks down at Curtis, almost fondly. The man is drooling on Castiel’s pillow.]

I want to live. Do you think Curtis does?

[Surely he broke into Castiel’s room — or walked in, really — seeking something of value. And although he had a gun, he seemed woefully unprepared.]

I wonder if he has friends. Someone who cares about him.

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[personal profile] oiorpata 2025-05-28 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ some people from the steppe wear pants because it makes horseback riding easier!! greeks don't know shit!! ]

[ there's definitely an element of the way this woman moves combined with her attire that makes andy think of a time long past, but she can't pinpoint it. that's not a surprise. she has such a hard time keeping track of time. ]


You're not dressed for this weather.

[ she's gonna be concerned DESPITE herself now! just because you told her not to! ]

You gonna need help climbing in?
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[personal profile] elriche 2025-05-28 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
No. [ The answer is short, as is the sound of the binder as he drops it on the desk.

The edges of the room darken. The water rises, slowly churns. Glowing orbs populate under the tide, peer out from beneath the surface. Black tendrils writhe in the dark, emanating from where Stephen's robes meet the surface of the water. ]


Follow me. We're leaving. [ Stephen raises one hand, flicks his wrist forward. The water parts and displaces toward the walls of the room, then creates a path down the hallway in front of them. He marches forward, boots squelching on wet carpet.

No sign of the tendrils in the water, or the glowing eyes. Even so, as Stephen proceeds toward the building's entrance, it feels like they're not alone. ]
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[personal profile] oiorpata 2025-05-28 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ andy is flummoxed watching the spin of the water - which is saying something, considering how hard it is to catch her off guard these days. she has never seen water go... up. not like that. ]

[ but it doesn't deter her. she moves almost immediately, half tugging the woman along with her, not wanting either of them to get pulled in and not particularly caring if it's not wanted in this moment. the pull is uncomfortable and almost physical. ]


Yeah, let's not get sucked up wherever the fuck that's going.

[ she doesn't wanna think about it. ]
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[personal profile] haemophile 2025-05-28 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
This is one of the worst things he could have asked, not because the answer is particularly incriminating, but because it makes Laszlo stare at him stupidly like he can't remember what year it is. Because he can't. And he doesn't like looking stupid.

After a very long two seconds, he suddenly holds a finger up like he's just had an epiphany. Or he tries to, anyway. It's on the hand that his fingers have been severed.

"Two thousand and twenty-four."
messenger: staring, face to face, feat. dean (❝ jesus christ ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-28 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
He was willing to risk his life to steal from me. I suppose he must.

[ otherwise, why bother? castiel wouldn't. but then, he's not human.

castiel's gaze lingers on them both. ]


We might find out, if we keep him here long enough.
someonetostay: (too lost and hurting)

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-28 03:20 am (UTC)(link)

That’s true. I would rather not have to incapacitate any more humans, but I will if necessary. They certainly aren’t making our time here any easier.

[Connor leans forward. Catching some of Curtis’ drool with his finger before using the sleeve of his jacket to wipe it away.]

This must be a popular destination for newcomers. Preying on who they assume would be weak and caught off-guard. But why assume we have anything worth stealing...?

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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-28 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ The enthusiasm is definitely something. So is the way she seems to seamlessly jump from defensive, to sheepish to now this. ...Whatever this is. Enthusiastically optimistic? When was the last time he'd interacted with someone so high energy?

As for her expressing it, he doesn't have any strong feelings against it. Sure he briefly shuts his eyes, but it isn't out of irritation it's just because it had been a little close to his ear and well, he just hadn't been expecting it, okay? If there's anything he might have any kind of strong feeling towards it's the light touch on his shoulder. His shoulders tense at her touch but he doesn't brush it off, having already realized that this is likely just the person she is and outside of this interaction it's unlikely he'll interact with her again.

Briefly his gaze flickers down to those ankle-breaking heels before back to his manual. As long as she doesn't hug him this is probably fine. And it's also probably fine that he tells her his name. He'd weighed the options of coming up with an alias. This place screamed the kind of place it would be easy to get a hold of fake papers but he had ultimately decided it would be more trouble than it would be worth. Especially when Yom Crook already, somehow, had his name in his ledger. ]


Cassian. And you?
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[personal profile] haemophile 2025-05-28 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Laszlo pulls a bit of a face, shaking his head. "Twice in one night?" Maybe if there's a witches' convention in town or something. Which, upon thinking about it, he should probably not discount. Dark Lord only knows what the fuck goes on in this place.

Either way, he's not particularly worried about his safety as far as she's concerned; in his experience, witches left vampires alone as long as they steered clear of their business, and vice-versa.

He points vaguely in the opposite direction, indicating he's pleased to go their separate ways. "Now, unless you've any other business to discuss, or anything you need fulfilled..."
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-28 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Uh-huh.

Despite himself, Logan waits for Jesse to catch up. The closer he draws, the younger he looks. And yeah, fine, everybody's young compared to Logan, but that's not what he means. It's something else. Something that burrows deeper than age. Maybe a something that gives the kid the aura of a stray cat pulled out of a river. Twitchy, but somehow determined to live. When he found Rogue off the side of the road, she was a little bit the same.

Guess he'd wound up taking her along, too.

His gaze lingers for a second on that black eye. He could answer that question. Could say exactly what his deal is because sometimes, Logan just can't give enough of a fuck to hide it. Sooner or later, the claws come out. That's what he's learned. That's what he's accepted about himself. But he's pretty sure a sudden noise might send this kid skittering off, never mind blades outta somebody's hands, so he just shrugs.

It's different when you can't die.

He holds out his hand. ]
Gimme your lighter. [ He might be able to make his way through the dark fine, but he's not gonna be responsible for Jesse breaking his neck on the stairs. ] How'd that happen, anyway?

[ The shiner, he means. Did he get that here or someplace else? ]
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[personal profile] recitations 2025-05-28 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Figures. She won't be the one to stop their pursuit of individuality, or something — really, she thinks it's endearing; the complimentary colors still make them look like they're matching. At least in her eyes. It's not all that different from the matching outfits, except it seems to matter a lot to them — so you know. She won't be the one to argue. It does make her lips quirk up anyway when pushes the lever back into place. There, like nothing happened.

The lever on the other side seems to make the headlights blink on and off. Interesting. ]


It suits your complexion. [ She comments eventually, crawling out of the vehicle now that she's satisfied with her poking and prodding. ] And red suits Alisaie's.

Anyway — have you taken it for a drive yet? [ She pats the sideview mirror for emphasis. ]
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[personal profile] eyesite 2025-05-28 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
( ooc: SO SORRY for the delay on this one! )

( a menace, indeed. he has to laugh despite the insidious ache it causes in his chest. ) I’ll say. ( he should probably count himself as lucky that the Institute hadn’t allowed anyone to quit in those days, because he certainly wouldn’t have blamed them. it was a real challenge listening to accounts from those early days, given that his past self’s alternating self-important pomp and affected, heavy-handed skepticism were truly unbearable to hear. ah, well. he supposes there’s no accounting for martin’s taste (not that he would even try, given that he ultimately benefits from his ability to look past his more trainwreck-adjacent qualities). though—taking care of people, hm? ) Ah. I see. It’s all starting to make sense now… ( the incredibly rare occasion in which the trainwreck-adjacent qualities were working for him and not against him? truly a match made in heaven (or in hell, as it were).

the worn, wry humor and the glimpse of hope at some manner of relief from the seemingly never-ending onslaught of unfortunate events that have plagued them since he took up the position of Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute are both things that exist for a moment, ephemeral and bright, before being swallowed in their entirety by a reflexive sort of fear—it has been ingrained too deeply in him that something good can’t possibly happen without something exponentially worse following it close behind. no, he certainly doesn’t discount the stolen weeks that they had spent in that cabin in Scotland, but it’s a bright light in memory that casts a very long, very dark shadow. that selfsame cabin had ended up being the epicenter for the Change once jonah magnus’ machinations had managed to find their way to them in the end, and then it had transmogrified into a self-imposed hermitage, a patient stomach content to digest them slowly over eons as they pickled in feelings of uncertainty, grief, doubt, and guilt. at this point, it feels a patent inevitability that the other shoe would drop; the only variable was when.

he just isn’t sure he has the trust left to believe otherwise. he has enough to trust martin—after the choices that he had made at the end, so willing to take on the mantle of the Eye’s pupil for himself, he rather feels as though he trusts him more than himself. but others, this place, their… circumstances? defensive wariness feels like the only option available.

it’s probably a very sad statement that “fear” is such a common, ubiquitous response he has to things that in this moment, it doesn’t even register in his expression. he merely acknowledges it with the grim certainty one would any unenviable and inexorable fact.

now, the information that martin gives him is new, given he’d scarcely been awake a minute or two before their reunion. he ruminates over it for a moment, thoughtful; if their arrival hadn’t caused any sort of waves, that would make it… what, something routine? that would be strange. what had just happened to them was anything but. though, he also hasn’t been approached by any person or creature already seeming to know who he is and calling him “Archivist,” so…

anonymity felt strange, after everything that had happened. it’s hard to say whether it’s a positive or a negative. surely more of the former, right? )
Did you happen to hear anything about where this place is? It’s—I mean, is it even Earth, or…

( being yanked through a fissure in reality into near-endless parallel universes left the possibilities wide open. )
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[personal profile] kitetsu 2025-05-28 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ that was a whole lot of physical contact of the non-violent, significantly more embarrassing variety.

the hug staggered zoro more effective than any wound, discomfort flitting across his features before they settled back into a more neutral, if resigned expression. while his muscles remained tensed at the unwanted proximity, he sighed his acceptance of the current situation, reaching around to hand the perplexed vendor the owed amount.

the whole offering comfort thing wasn’t exactly in his skillset – so if this worked for him, then zoro wasn’t in a place to argue.
]

Really for real.

[ after an awkward pat to the sniper’s shoulder, he attempted to disentangle himself in a way that spared both their dignity, only half-way succeeding.

it wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted to see usopp - if he hadn’t wanted to see the others, he’d have given them up for lost after he’d left that junkheap. to know now that he was safe helped ease the tightness around his ribs, nameless concern itching at the back of his mind when the silence stretched on too long. it was a more complicated feeling than zoro liked, but one that he’d slowly been acclimating to since he’d taken up with luffy.

slowly.

it seemed a safe bet that zoro was the first of their crew he’d encountered, if based only on the volume of his reaction. probably easier to side step that question for the moment, and focus on other, less tender subjects.
]

You been here long?