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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] decussate 2025-05-28 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, long nail problems. She can certainly empathize. In contrast to his flickering glance, her gaze on him is steady. ]

A reasonable concern. Perhaps protective gear would assuage your fears? I believe I've even seen some equipment lying about in your size.

[ She'll even fetch it for him if he seems interested. A kindness from one woebegone newcomer to another. ]
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-28 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He occasionally blinks but most of the time he isn't and his stare is direct but not intense, more curious than anything else. He's like his father Castiel in that way, neither of them is very good at acting like a human. And Dean and Sam, as very human as they both are, didn't really train him better either. They're not average humans.

If giving a thumbs up is loser behavior, Jack joins him in being a loser by giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up right back. It feels good, it feels like he's bonding with someone. He has a tendency to mirror other people's physical gestures, something he used to do with Dean all of the time. ]


I don't have a middle name either.

[ Jack wishes he could think of a fake middle name too or something to put quotation marks around, but he's not talkative the way other people are. He's a very serious young man, not given to easy smiles or laughter. He appreciates the humor in others even if it doesn't always make sense to him.

He listens gravely to Martin's advice, considering it for himself. Free will is something his family believes in very strongly, and he too thinks it is essential. It would be easier if he believed that all his mistakes were meant to be, but he doesn't think that. He owns them, bad as they were. Still, Martin is very smart, he can see that. ]


I haven't always made the best choices. [ He admits. ] And I've trusted the wrong people to make them for me. [ Billie being the most recent one. The angels before that. Even Lucifer, foolishly. And sometimes the Winchesters themselves. ]

And those mistakes helped you become wiser?
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-28 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Scott receives the small glass with a nod and a soft murmur of thanks. He doesn't take a sip right away, and instead, watches the liquid inside the glass for a bit before returning his attention to their current conversation. ]

Have you considered moving some place else with more opportunities?

[ Which, he thinks is the proper next move, admittedly. Not that he thinks it's easy. This man, for all he knows, was born and raised there. It's hard to move out of a place one's already familiar with. ]
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[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-28 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It certainly should have, but G'raha won't force her to delve too deeply into her traumas. She may have readily shared the information, but he does wish to be respectful. Such things should only be uncovered if necessary--and if willing. ]

Luck willing, this place may yet for all of us.

[ Treat them better, at least.

It's a small, hopeful smile of his own. Though he considers himself more of a realist, he ever hopes to help conjure optimism in others. Understandably her circumstances may not allow it, but Sally seems to have a decent humor about things despite it all. Mayhaps simply enough time has passed from the immediate tragedy.

To her question, he shakes his head, idly turning the egg over in his hand. ]


No, I'm from a world called "Etheirys"--or "Hydaelyn", by some. But "earth" is a term that we use rather regularly when regarding the star's surface or the element itself. Is yours, perhaps, a world inhabited only by landmasses?
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[personal profile] koboldlygo 2025-05-28 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
My size, maybe. My skull? I doubt it.

[Those eyes on him makes his scales itch, not liking the feeling of being watched. Call it prey instinct, that sixth sense of knowing when something bigger and stronger has you on their radar. A pass of his hand to gesture briefly at his broken horns, to adjust the hood of his cloak, disguises a discreet check along his side; the weight of his hidden daggers is subtle but comforting, almost as much as the distance still between them.

He glances at her again, less fleetingly this time, just to make sure—and raises an eyeridge.]


You don't look much better off.

[Not when that motorcycle looks like something Optimus Prime would puke up.]
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-28 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I've seen it.

[ Because, of course, Scott managed to outline everything he has explored in this place. Every nook and cranny he can find. Not really the weirdest thing in this run-down place, but it's something, at least. ]

I can take you there if you like. They play country music all the time in a language I don't think is from Earth.

[ Which is the strangest thing he discovered about the place. Not that a bowling alley in the middle of nowhere isn't already odd. ]
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[personal profile] tricorn 2025-05-28 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Not just the vehicle. The mechanism that powers it. Wind is all well and good, but if we had a ship that was self-propelled, we'd never run the risk of being becalmed, we'd have a tactical advantage even with the wind against us...

[ His eyes glitter with aspiration, raw and excited. Of course he's thinking a thousand steps ahead. If they had it back home, that means they would've worked out how to get home, and they're still very much trapped here. He inhales, sharp. ]

All in time. Let's figure out how to move it first.
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-28 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's a bit disappointing, but at least he does have Fern here now. Adrian had asked after the whole adventuring party soon after waking, but Yom Crook had seen so many come and go, he couldn't be certain even if Taulok's impressive stature could leave an impression.

It hadn't occurred to him to be suspicious of Fern's sudden appearance, though perhaps it ought to. Her attitude toward strangers certainly hasn't changed at all... not that he can blame her. Adrian's mouth presses into a line, but he shakes his head. ]
That was my first thought as well... but I can't make sense of why he would. He wants us at the wedding. It delights him to taunt us with Ireena's suffering, and he imagines that we are powerless to stop it.

[ Adrian's gaze his downcast. The words are tinged with bitterness and regret, but he's fairly sure of them. He'd known Strahd's intentions when that invitation was presented to them, and he has no reason to think that they've changed.

He meets her eyes again, his expression imploring even as he sees hers harden. ]
Fern, Mr. Sunday isn't like the abbot. He's as lost as we are. He's shown no signs of ill will towards me or anyone else. I was the one who suggested that we travel together until we reach the city. To hear Mr. Yom Crook tell it, the roads are as unsafe here as they are in Barovia... I won't simply leave him to monsters and bandits because we've been fortunate enough to find each other.

[ He turns back to Sunday, offering an apologetic smile over his shoulder. He knows what this must look like, and he can only hope the man will understand. ] Please excuse our manners, Mr. Sunday. It was... a difficult journey, even before arriving here.

[ He doesn't necessarily want to make the decision for both of them... but he knows that she'll likely stay because of him. ]
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[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-28 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The water is gone, as is the barrier--there's an immediate sense of accomplishment and relief! The code had worked, which means that it will likely be applicable to any others who find themselves in similar circumstances. This is a great boon! Mayhaps they can even recover more supplies. The less that are destroyed in this mess, the better.

Nevermind all the questionable shadows and voices...that. He will think about that later.

But the relief quickly turns to confusion when G'raha doesn't see that masked man. Has he already made his timely esc-- ]


AHH!

[ It's uncertain if it's the yelling, the sudden appearance of his rescuee, or the direction he came from, but G'raha is wholly unprepared for the combination therein. Instead of letting his cat-like reflexes kick in, G'raha's abject horror has him move a little too late. He collides with the floor with an audible OOF.

A job...well-done indeed.

G'raha winces, a little dazed, but tries to refocus on the uh--clearly completely fine man. Still, he has to ask--albeit a little choked. ]


Are-- [ Ahem. ] --are you quite alright?

[ And yes, his tail is well and truly puffed up. ]
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don't discount his crimes, he worked hard on those!!!

[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-05-28 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wow, asking your patron for favors on his behalf. That’d kind of weirdly touching, actually. Not that he’s around to see it. 

Around the back of the building, the vibes have yet to improve. Even with the code complete, his eyes stubbornly refuse to adjust through the darkness.  The ghostly afterimage of the code persists past his efforts to blink past it.  But worst is the prickle of paranoia still crawling its way up his spine. The feeling of eyes on his back.

Needless to say, he doesn’t like it. And then the shadows shift. Reaching strangely for his boots. He might not have even caught it if he wasn't feeling so keyed up all of a sudden. Habitual hyper-vigilance turned up to eleven. But he does—jerks back out of reach. The blackness...follows. Spills forward like spreading ink.

He gets moving.

He'd expected to have to navigate the rush of water escaping the building, but fortunately (fucking strangely,) he's saved the effort, because it funnels impossibly upward instead. Draining up into the sky like a weird-ass waterspout.

Instead, he follows the sound of coughing and skids around the corner of the doorway, splashing Adrian with yet-more floodwater in the process. No new bruises this time, but the controlled cuts he'd made earlier have been torn open. The pale rain-diluted pink that had been running down his arm has become a steady red, dripping steadily down from his fingertips. The hand that grabs for Adrian's shoulder to pull him through the threshold and into the street leaves stark smears behind. His cheeky attitude seems to have drained away with it, because his response is short and sharp.
]

Move.

[Hi. Deep breaths. Good thing you're standing, bud, because they really don't have time to stop for cpr.]
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[personal profile] nadine_he_loves 2025-05-28 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, sounds right. We lost all but point one percent of the population. But that's actually a bigger number than you'd think...."

It really hammered home just how many people they had crammed into the settled parts of the planet. 99.9% could be lost, but humanity could still keep on going. Hell, it hadn't even taken a year to start getting things back to 'normal'.

But it's interesting, what Jack says. 'I went to a world like that'. So he's familiar with traveling through different worlds. That's not something she'd consider ordinary. It's nothing to comment on, but something to take note of. Combined with the intensity in his eyes, something she has the feeling is just how he looks, it does make her wonder.

"But I would say this place is an improvement. You can actually use the roads. Most of the roads back home weren't clear, so traveling by car was a real pain. And if a place was scavenged, that was it. No restocks. I miss my job a little, though. There weren't many kids at the hub city in my world, but there were enough that I was able to run a little school."

People wanted a school. She's not sure about people here. There certainly doesn't seem to be any sort of school system.
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[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-05-28 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's a lot to take in, bud. He makes a halfhearted effort to slot it away as not his problem, to take the Occam's Razor approach and assume the guy is just kind of fucking with him. But the matter-of-factness of it all doesn't quite add up to that. Definitely not with Jack's whole demeanor prior. If he's jerking his chain, he's committed to the bit.

Could still be a bunch of crap. But he doesn't think so.
]

Most people are.

[It's not a "no." (Of course, it's not exactly a "yes," either.) There's really no reason to be so evasive about it unless it actually matters, and it matters a lot. Not the dying, necessarily. But the everything else around it.

So, y'know. It's a much touchier topic for him. Thus the loaded language, the coming at it sideways. Still, Jack's got his attention in a way that he hadn't expected. He presses his luck.
]

You don’t seem particularly broken up about all that.

[Can’t relate!]
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-28 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[It is tempting, to simply answer yes to both questions and leave it there, because Alucard was not specific enough. That, however, feels mean-spirited, so in addition to his nod, he will offer their names.]

His name is Jayce. I'm--it's Viktor.

[Just Viktor. It feels slightly foreign to say, after everything.]
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-28 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, don't worry, they're on the same page. And that is surprising, to Logan. Didn't really think anybody else was moving through time. God knows it wasn't a walk in the park for Kitty to pull off—a last ditch effort wrapped in what they all pretended was a real plan.

He tried. He almost believed in it. He just doesn't know where it leaves them since then. ]


Live in 2023, was in 1973. Body's from '23, though. [ The adamantium kinda gives it away. There's also no explanation for what he means by that; he drowned, woke up, didn't get to check what year it was, and was just. Here. All he knows is his claws are metal again.

He frowns. ]
The world's still standing for us in 2068?

[ Key phrase being for us. It was always gonna be standing for the humans, where he came from. ]
Edited 2025-05-28 23:28 (UTC)
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-28 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: I'm so sorry for the delay ;; I lost your tag in my inbox and didn't notice until I started setting up my tracking ]

[ Adrian is no stranger to violence or gore, but he's not entirely prepared for the sight that greets him even so. It must have been fast. It had certainly sounded that way. The dead men are slumped on the floor, their eyes wide and unseeing, the cavity of their empty chests open as an invitation. If their hearts are still intact, he could simply reach in and take them. He could use the power, after all.

He puts a hand over his mouth, sickened by his own thoughts, and by the heavy scent of copper in the air. He doesn't like to see such violence directed towards other creatures, but he's long since come to understand the... brutal necessity. He looks to the woman, still calm, apparently untouched even by the blood.

He takes a breath, hand lowering to his throat, mouth pressed into a thin, unhappy line. ]
He'll be well again with some rest. Did you... do this for my benefit? Did Strahd send you?
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and a wrap \o/

[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-28 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a way Amos' expression softens just a little more as they're about to walk away from each other, like shades of a smile, the start of one. It doesn't linger, it's not big, but it's also genuine; different from the more empty, falsely amiable smile he's put on for others, people he doesn't know well and doesn't care to know. Those empty smiles are just a way of getting by and getting through, the kind of thing that puts people at ease.

But this is just for Jack; small, brief, and maybe a start.

He's got his own samples, some he might toss, some he'll keep and enjoy. The affirmation that Jack has a place to stay at least wraps up a loose thread for him. He's not sure what he would have done if he'd said no, but he knows he couldn't have just let that be.

So he gives him a nod. ]


Amos. [ And, like with the start of a smile, he means this, too: ] Be safe out there, Jack.

[ If he sees him by the motel, he might keep an eye out, too. Unseen. Only getting involved on his terms, but — nearby. ]
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-28 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Having prevented the crash that would have only served to hurt Jayce and the motorcycle rider, Viktor can finally register just who was headed towards them at top speed. Were he capable of facial expression, he might be extremely alarmed. As it stands, he does his best to put himself between Jayce and Vi, knowing that if someone is going to get hurt, it should probably be him.]

Violet--

[The Hexclaw ceases its activity, and the motorcycle crashes six inches to the ground. Viktor himself holds up a hand, placating, even though he knows it will do no good. He's seen Violet's heart, through her father's memories. She is angry, and rightfully so. He just needs to make sure it's steered in the right direction.]

Please. It isn't his fault.

[It's not him she wants. Viktor is unrecognizable, he knows. He's not sure how much Jayce told them, before they mounted a defense at the Hexgates, but hopefully Violet will find his voice familiar, distorted as it is.]
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[personal profile] decussate 2025-05-28 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A shame. She saw an abandoned child-sized helmet with charming little stickers on it somewhere over yonder. This draconic fellow surely would have hated it no matter how it fit. But if he doesn't care to try, then she certainly won't force it on him.

Arlecchino notes the fidgeting, makes no attempt to ease any potential discomfort. If she made the discomfort of others her concern, she'd never know rest. She closes her user's manual soundlessly except for a long scrape of one sharp red nail as she presses the warped edges flat. ]


Indeed. This was the vehicle Yom Crook saw fit to lend me, so I'll have to make do, the same as you.

[ The name is staccato on her tongue, a spot of naked disdain. ]

Yet one must harness all of life's offerings, meager as they may be. A bit of skin sacrificed to the street is a small price to pay for progress, wouldn't you agree?
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-28 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Adrian laughs, a bit self-deprecating but not unkind. One might argue that his company will only remain a pleasure so long as they're casual acquaintances.

For his part, Adrian has learned to enjoy a good bit from his dear friend Taulok. ]
I would never abandon you, Mr. Wriothesley. We're garden-mates.

[ Was there ever a stronger bond than the one between two men dressed as vegetables? ]

How about a game? I'll tell you a story, and you can guess which one it is: the truth, or a fiction I've read in a book. Then you can tell me one, and I'll take a guess.

[ It's something to pass the time, after all. Adrian taps his chin, thoughtful. ] In the city that I call home, magic is commonplace, but there is a very particular rule in place: no skeletons, even illusionary, even in jest. The Masked Lords have imposed an exorbitant fine on anyone caught participating in the casting of such magic, or anything similar.

[ This story is true, and well known in Waterdeep, but Adrian can only hope it's odd enough to make Wriothesley question. ]
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-29 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Careful -

[ He cautions her as he works with her to gently to get her moved, acting more as something for her to hold onto than actually pulling her, eyeing her legs and hips for any obvious injury in their jerky movements. ]

Viktor. My partner. [ he answers, hoping to calm her down with a quick, simple answer. They've encountered all different types of people, seen all different reactions to Viktor. Some seem unphased, some are like this. He shoots a quick glance to Viktor - it's possible she catches a hint of the persistent connection between them, like a thin golden thread. ]

I'm Jayce - does anything feel broken? [ He doesn't want to move her much more until he knows, he's worried she hit her head too. ]
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-29 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Charles sighs as he settles into the space better and pushes out of his chair since he doesn't need it here. That's the only place where he has any freedom, and it used to be that for him, freedom. His mind could touch everywhere it wished, and that was joy for him, once, but as the years went by and the misery descended, he stopped loving anything, especially his powers. It might take some time before he adjusts again. The blood is gone off his clothes and they don't look as dirty.

"Neither was I."

The exhaustion stays on him though, he looks bedraggled, run down. It's been a difficult day, it was not long ago that he was pinned under a very heavy stadium, trying to rescue the world and suffering for it. Still, there's no need to bring that into this. He's far more interested in someone else who has access to the mind like this, to the astral plane or a psychic space. He tries to smile faintly.

"I only know one other person in my world who can meet me here, so this is something of a delight, to be honest." Emma was not a friend, so he didn't care to share that space with her, enemies that they were. His gaze turns curious. "Are you a telepath?"
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-29 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"A witch? Fascinating." As far as Charles knows, that isn't a thing in his world. He could be wrong, he doesn't know everything, but he probably would have come across someone else in the astral plane if they did by now. He has no reason to doubt her.

"I'm a mutant. As far as I know in my world, we're the only supernatural entities." There are no Avengers in his world, no gods or demons or creatures. Just the mutants and the humans who hate them. He finds this place so exceptionally interesting, even if it's also driving him crazy to be there. So many unique people with curious backgrounds. He'd rather be home, but at least it isn't boring.

"I can meet you somewhere if you'd like to meet in person."

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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-29 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, once of those names sounds pretty normal to Alucard's ears.

He nods in quiet acknowledgement.]


I can do that much for you. I...presume you'll be easy to spot, even if you venture further.
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-29 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Adrian nods, tucking the fleece back into his pocket. He can't hold a fear spell for more than a minute, but something tells him that his faith in his new friend won't be misplaced. ] Perhaps... avert your eyes, briefly.

[ He shifts back as quietly as he can, then moves to stand. He has to have a good line of sight on them if this is going to work. The men catch sight of the movement, professionals that they are, but it's his turn in the combat order so it sucks to be them. ]

I pray... show them your judgement, Raphael.

[ There's no gesture this time. Magic burns through him, heavy in the air. A halo like a golden eye appears behind his head for a brief moment before it's gone again. The men's eyes go glassy, then wide with fear, seeing something that only they can see. They don't take a single step forward, but neither do they retreat. 'Davey' fumbles for a weapon, but there isn't much that Adrian can do about that while holding his spell. Behind him, the other thief falls to his knees in supplication. I didn't, I swear! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I don't want to die.

Adrian doesn't look away, his own golden eye glowing faintly in the darkness, but he shakes his head for the benefit of his companion. No one will die from this spell... though he knows very well why they feel as if they will. Raphael's judgement is rarely kind. ]
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[personal profile] elriche 2025-05-29 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Spectre whirls around in a single fluid motion, the movement of a man accustomed to surprises and how to deal with them. His shadow crosses the space where the bobbing head had peered up at Stephen, pale and lifeless and... familiar?

Spectre wades forward, hand on his weapon. Stephen floats through the water and down again – just the edge of a spell – to get a better angle on that corner of the room, and–

Nothing. The water churns, slow and dark. Just like the words in the binder earlier, the uneasy patchwork of shadows on the walls. Nothing except the steady rise of the tide, in both the water of the room and the frustration in Stephen's chest. The building rage of an apex predator – injured, caged. Able to do little more than pace and observe despite its reams of claws and teeth.

Stephen frowns at the mention of the Avengers – of course they'd be involved somehow – and brings himself back to the interrupted discussion. He notes the lingering tension in Spectre's body – both of them have figured out they're not alone, but that it'd be best to keep pretending they are.

Spectre hands him some papers and it's hard not to notice the tight lines in his face as well. Stephen takes the packet, remembers the binder from earlier. Half a man, living half a life. How might those words have read for someone else?

Then–

Wong.

The thousand entrails inside him recoil as one. A deep line creases his brow.

More words follow but they mean nothing in the wake of the first. Stephen inhales, schools his expression back into place. ]


I was going to say "the Mystic arts," but... yeah, those Avengers get around. [ He manages a smile, small and wry. ] Otherwise, most of that is Greek to me, but... I knew a Wong. Pretty sure he enjoyed devil-killing and Las Vegas, but liked to keep them separate.

[ Past tense. Vanished. Gone. ]