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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.
godjr: (3516114 (20))

Apartment

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-16 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Jack took up a job almost immediately upon arriving since he is easy unskilled labor and he has the right kind of sunny temperament to make the most out of this situation. So he had enough money to stay somewhere, and he hopes that if his family come here, they can share it. A tiny space, yes, but it's better than being alone. He is watching the television himself when the lights go out. Jack isn't afraid of the dark, he isn't afraid of much, but he is confused by it all the same.

He doesn't jump at the sudden bang but decides to get up anyway in case it's someone who needs help. That's what his family would want him to do. Jack doesn't have a weapon so he just walks into the hallway to see what's on the other side. There's nothing. Instead what happens is he opens the door and the person across from him does the same, the two of them looking at each other from their doorways with no one visible there.

"Did you hear the same thing?"
messenger: lips parted, profile, neutral (❝ who knows what to do ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-16 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
There are other jobs, though.

[ actually, as far as alternate worlds/universes go, this seems right up dean's alley. it's a car-based looting economy. what could be more ideal to a man who truly loves his car? this is the kind of place that dean could thrive in, though if he said it aloud he gets the feeling dean might not take it the right way. but it's undeniable that he's a man of many skills. so's sam, but sam also has a certain desire for stability.

the question strikes him in a tender place, and he starts to move again, around the end cap and down the next aisle. this one contains cleaning supplies.

he takes a breath. ]


Not in my experience.
alwaysme: (so jagged now)

[personal profile] alwaysme 2025-05-16 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Powder--

Her flinch is more full-bodied than it was the last time he said that name, starting with one foot twisting, shuddering up her spine and jerking her head to the side. She jolts as though in dismissal of it. It's her anger worsening the reaction.

Her hand moves as if to draw a gun. A bomb.

She has neither. Empty hands twitching. She's a ranged-fighter before a fist-fighter.

Her attention shifts back forth between Viktor and Jayce, calculating, threat-assessing. She doesn't want to get in close to either of them. Doesn't trust what they're capabilities are.

So she let's anger lead and fixates on Jayce--her recognition of him coming through clearer.]
You're with him? [It's not like she knew Jayce enough after the disaster of the commune, but he was fighting Viktor with them, wasn't he?] Was it a lie? Was it all a lie? Did you betray us? [She's quickly trying to put together a puzzle amongst all her trauma of the commune events and then her arrival to the fight and the hexgate but she's missing too many pieces from key people.

There's too much she doesn't know.]
You and him against us--we had no chance to save Vander-- [If she doesn't have all the right info she'll just make up a story until she can have something make sense in her head.]
valle: (Laura-DPW-04)

[personal profile] valle 2025-05-16 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
( Uncharitably, the first thing she thinks of this man is: he is not a threat. It's unlikely that somebody in a brace like that could be a danger to her, although her wariness doesn't fall away entirely. He could still be a mutant, he could still have abilities she can't see that manifest in ways that aren't physical, but... at least in terms of sheer one-on-one combat, he isn't likely to be a threat. He doesn't look armed.

He just looks like a man.

One that's offering to help.

Her nod is minute and slow, a little reluctant, a subtle gesture, just like all of hers tend to be when she isn't fighting.

Her attention flickers to his leg, then back up to his face. Making him get down on his knees to work on this seems cruel, and so she offers an alternative.
)

If you can walk me through it... I can do it.

( He can be the brains, she can be the hands. If he wants. )
catharses: (044)

the blocks!

[personal profile] catharses 2025-05-16 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ The power outage is... unnerving, to say the least. It's an event which has made Sunday realize in an abstract sort of way, the kind which will take him a minute to process later after it's over, it's not something he's dealt with before thanks to technology. And, well, the privileges of the position he'd once held which holds no weight here and wouldn't back on Penacony, either.

Still, as the other motel residents wander outside both in search of light and to socialize, it provides some opportunities to observe everyone else who lives here. Sunday himself has also come outside after locking the door to the room which has nothing much in it besides the furniture it came with. Better to not take a chance given he's also watched plenty of suspicious things in the hallways, which is best avoided.

As he steps out tonight, though, whatever destination he'd had in mind is forgotten when a scream echoes through the area. An echo it is - impossible to tell quite where it came from though it freezes him in mid-step and a hush falls over the front yard of the motel as everyone seems to take it in. That's confirmation enough he didn't imagine it but at the sound of a car door to the side of him Sunday turns his head slightly to look at who's spoken. ]


Did you see who it was?

[ The groups gathered around have started to murmur again as conversations pick up and some of them leave - in a hurry - the moment apparently passed to them, but the noise was too unnerving for Sunday to simply forget even if his expression hasn't changed from something too calm for such an event. ]
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[personal profile] flyoctofly 2025-05-16 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
...Uh?

OK, it's possible that humans are just this odd as a matter of course. Eight doesn't want to be prejudiced against a species he's only just met. But also...this man is very strange by Inkfish standards too. And bad at cover-ups by anyone's standards.

But Eight really hates accusing anyone of lying. That kind of interpersonal conflict doesn't at all come naturally to him. So let's talk about the easy part first.

"Uh, right. Because I'm not human. I'm an Octoling. And...thanks." He brushes the tip of his tentacle away from his face just a bit bashfully. It immediately moves itself back to its position on his forehead.

...So, uh, you know what Octolings don't say? They don't say they take "Octoling jobs." They just say "jobs." As far as Eight can tell, there's two options: this man is only pretending to be human. Or...

"You don't mean that they only give jobs to humans here, right?"
widows_kiss: fond, sass (CA2 027)

[personal profile] widows_kiss 2025-05-16 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her lips twitch in amusement again at his accusation because that is usually not her role in most of her relationships. She's typically the realist, so sir, you're putting her in a dire position here. ]

Pretty sure next to you, Eeyore is an optimist. [ She informs him with humor in her tone. ]

Unless you're overly fond of walking for days on end, that's probably a good idea, yeah. [ Considering he was used to just poofing everywhere though... ] ...Do you know how to drive?
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❗here be spoilers (but vague bc canon points are weird)❗

[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-16 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a funny thing what absence will do to someone. Without the others, without the mission or the path, Sciel's enjoyed a few days of relative and quiet peace. Finding food and resources is normal; exploring isn't terrifying when you aren't facing down Nevrons every few minutes. It's odd to feel so calm here, to be mostly unbothered by the uncertainty. When the lights go out and people poke their heads out of their motel windows with concern, she's there to make light of it, toss some cards around, get some of the few kids there to laugh and smile. A few people even ask for a fortune or two and Sciel can't help her crooked smile.

Suspension of fear and doubt. Sadness but clarity. Sacrifice and liberation. She jokes about talking to the stars, giving them a little rattle for better luck.

Seems like luck isn't on her side tonight.

The first strike of the cane grabs her attention as it echoes in the darkness. The second assures her she's not hearing things. The third sounds like her thundering heart, too loud in her ears, and when she turns down the long alleyway beside the motel, she sees him step out of the gloom like the worst nightmare she's ever had. Sciel's hands brush out automatically, scooting the kids back to their parents, who seem nonplussed but surprised at her shooing them away.

She has no idea what this man might do. She isn't taking chances.

Should she run? Should she try and fight, knowing that on her own, it won't end well?

Sciel chooses neither. She chooses to stand her ground and wait. ]


You can't have been brought here too.

[ Or, worse, this truly is just some extended nightmare and something's happened to her back home. ]
pse: (pic#17652804)

[personal profile] pse 2025-05-16 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's an unfamiliar twang edging around his voice that almost draws her up short. Her eyes briefly go wide, showing white; her brow briefly wrinkles.

No, it— it is Soldier Boy. It's him. And maybe this is a test, her last. If she kills him, she gets to go home. Grinding her teeth together, she punches straight through the metal tray with only faint redness at her knuckles the slightest indication that anything hurts. She's still recovering from the injuries that put her here; her muscles are, uncommonly, screaming at her for a break.

Kimiko ignores that plea.

Pulling her arm back, she tosses the tray to the floor. Pivoting on a heel, she throws herself at him. Her hands are tensed into claws and aiming for the throat.

At the other end of the market, the largest man most people have ever seen—both in height and girth—starts to make his way over with surprising subtlety. Stay tuned for that. ]
alwaysme: (as you try to cage me in)

[personal profile] alwaysme 2025-05-16 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, you lost her, she doesn't know what radium is, either.

"It can be lethal to humans. Not everyone survives it." Though less-so these days. Silco and the doctor needed their addicts to still be alive, after all. Can't have an empire of dead people.

After a moment she adds, "No," in answer, "it's not necessary for my survival."

Because it's already completely overwritten her physiology, but courtesy of whatever the doctor did to her, she doesn't need more.

"Maybe someone can synthesize what you need."
diplomatiste: (05)

●●● the pavilion ;

[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-05-16 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ The samples are enough to satiate his appetite, at least for the moment.

And now Alphinaud can be seen standing in front of the sweets shelf (and its subsequent sample booth) for probably longer than he ought to, especially when he's technically supposed to be running a proper errand involving responsibly stocking up on a few necessities to last him and his sister for the next little while. (And he'd been curious about employment opportunities too. It seems a good idea, one that would gain him a little more insight into this world, and its people, and ... well, he certainly needs the money if he's to pay off his loan.)

Still, the chocolate-covered eggs are currently a very effective distraction, holding just about all of his attention rapt. Sorry Alisaie, collecting the toiletries will have to wait. ]


Hmm. [ He lifts a hand to rest at his chin. ] These look interesting — though I cannot say they bear familiarity to me, and still I find myself curious to sample them. What do you think? Might we try one together?
intelligent: (a106)

miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099 • marvel comics

[personal profile] intelligent 2025-05-16 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
01. arrival
[ One moment, he's exploding (? maybe, probably), his body twisted and shaped by the perforation of spacetime ejecting him from reality and into—well, he thought it'd be into the afterlife, honestly. Ejected into nothingness, forever. Instead, he's bellyflopping face down into the ground.

...there's silence from him, and then both arms move to push himself up. The pause was somewhat due to the pain, the shock, but also maybe—maybe that was not the coolest move he's ever pulled.

Let's just ignore that, okay! Okay! There's more important things, like being approved for a car loan without having any reasonable trace of credit! He's also in his costume, but it's shredded and the mask—it's not masking anything more than a cheekbone, so he just pulls it off.

Feel free to see him eat shit OR let him save some face by continuing on: the vehicle he's receiving is... well. ]


These things must be older than museums.

[ This is just him being dramatic, don't worry about it. ]


01-2. road trip
[ Adding onto the above, if your character has not booked it outta there with the confidence of the sun, Miguel may approach them, keys clenched in his fist. The cellphone that once worked really well is being shoved into his pocket, awkwardly as it's in a multitude of pieces.

It's unfixable, for sure, but he's not about to give it up yet. ]


You. You're my map guy now.

[ It's pretty great going head first into the unknown by himself, but a whole lot of things have happened in the last hour (in the last lifetime) and some info needs finding. And he doesn't want to be the map guy.

Besides... road trips are nostalgic, if not a little painful.

( ooc: i would love to maybe do the "there's a body oh no it's a trap" prompt too, but if you're interested, maybe i will work it into a thread! ) ]


02. ignoring a blackout
[ For a grand total of twelve minutes, Miguel kept to the dark room; the darkness should have been soothing, the quiet, placating... no. He wanted to look at the city again. It's not his home, but nothing is and won't ever be in his lifetime again, so—this other place will have to do. Whatever borrowed time he has left will have to do.

He doesn't go far before he parks the car and climbs onto the hood, leaning his back against the windshield. The soft glow of the city is exactly what he needed. Small drops of rain flick over him every couple of seconds, but he's ignoring them, and... to the outsider he might be talking to himself, but unless you're really putting in the effort to be unnoticed, he's well aware of you nearby. ]


No matter where you go, they're all the same.

[ Well, there's no flying cars (that he's seen) but... it's close enough. ]


WILDCARD.
( i'm happy to come up with something new and custom if you want, especially more action-oriented stuff! you can @ me on plurk too, [plurk.com profile] grimmsnarl if you want to plot or what have you. )
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-16 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Charles hasn't figured out an easy route to a job just yet. His set of skills in 1970s science and academia mean absolutely nothing in this setting, and he's only managed to find a location to stay in through more loans. Which means his food options are very limited. Volunteering at the hospital has given him something, but he is collecting food because of his low expectations at the moment.

It doesn't mean that he misses the way Jayce looks at him, where he looks, and after working with troubled youths and having one as a sibling, he doesn't hesitate for a moment before offering several samples over to Jayce. He doesn't ask if he wants them, he simply gives it over with an implied 'take it' look of kind blue eyes. ]


I arrived here without a wheelchair, is that what they could come up for you when you came?

[ A nod of his head toward the paltry brace that Jayce has on. It isn't surprising to him given the hand-me-down nature of his own accessibility device, but it probably won't be doing Jayce much good. ]
evendeathmaydie: (smile)

[personal profile] evendeathmaydie 2025-05-16 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[As Megumi pauses in the doorway, saying some weird word Keni had never heard before, and raises his hands, Keni couldn't help but tilt their head, curious and confused. And as the other teen's shadow began to move behind him, for a moment Keni expects the worst, unconsciously taking a step back. Only for the best thing to happen!

The shadow molds itself into a giant dog!

Their jaw drops and they almost don't even hear the command Megumi gives the newly shaped companion, watching in stunned silence as it takes off to do as it was told. For a moment, they continue to silently look in the direction the wolf dog took off in, before excitedly turning back to Megumi, pointing to where the dog went.
]

DOG!

[If excited chatter was what Megumi needed right now, apparently, he'd found a way to get it. Whether he still wanted it or not.

They chirp that word as if that dog was the best thing they had ever seen in their life. And you know what? Maybe it was! How was Megumi acting so calm and cool right now? How is it not the best thing ever every time you summon a dog out of shadows?!
]

You can make shadow dogs?!

[Um. Hey, all mighty powers that be? Could they exchange their crappy immortality powers in for Dog Summoning powers? That would be the best thing ever, please and thank you! <3 ]
righteously: (¹⁵ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ "Mᴏʀᴇ! Mᴏʀᴇ! Mᴏʀᴇ!")

[personal profile] righteously 2025-05-16 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
( She punches through the tray, his eyes go round as saucers, and that tray is immediately abandoned. Rest in peace, fallen soldier you served him... well, not at all, but at least it was the tray and not his face getting punched clean through.

Then she goes diving at him like a feral fucking panther, and his reflexes say stop, drop, and roll — and he does, right back out the other side of the table to where he started again, his clothes catching on the plastic table cloth and dragging it most of the way off the damn folding table. It spills out into the floor, taking the limit: 2 sign with it — serves it right for limiting his caloric intake, thank you very much. The whole thing might as well be set to the Benny Hill theme.

Dodge, duck, dip, dive, dodge. When he pops back up again, it's with his handgun held in both hands and trained directly on her, finger on the trigger, eyes wild, voice pitching a little lower.
)

Lady, I will shoot you!

( Fair warning, just in case she's some coked-up tweaker on PCP. Usually a gun's enough to give those types a reason to hesitate. But then, there remains the possibility that she's not even human — and so the second she inches toward him again, he'll stand his ground this time and pull the trigger.

And when that proves to be completely ineffectual, he is, at last, properly and truly boned. He'd have had better luck if he kept running.
)
frighteningly: (pic#17593867)

hello!!!!

[personal profile] frighteningly 2025-05-16 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
I understand.

[ That's all she offers. To Nadiya, her curiosity needs no explanation. There are some people she's as eager to pry apart as a bird in flight. For now, Renoir is fortunate enough to not be one of them. But that hardly means he has nothing to offer.

Abandoning her task for the moment, she makes her way over to where he's set himself up. She peers at his efforts with clear interest. ]


Will you explain what you're doing?
unsunder: (🌃 127)

[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-16 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
I do not know who that is. Nor do I care to.

[ Lest she takes that as an invitation to explain.

As to the rest... he glances down at himself, at long robes somewhat tattered from the fall. He looks rather out of place here, doesn't he? He has noted the modern mode of her dress, to say nothing of the people who welcomed them here. He definitely gives off the vibe of someone who has never seen a car in their life. ]


I do. Did you think you were going to have to teach me?
mechatheism: (pic#17552567)

[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-16 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
No. I'm unable.

[Not that this was his idea of a good time even when he was human. Crowds, waiting in line, being perceived...he'll pass, thanks. That said, if An Zhe wants an escort to the front of the line, perhaps it can be a good deed on his part.

Still, he doesn't want anyone to get the wrong idea.
]

I'm only here for supplies.
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-16 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
I bet he'd be great at delivery.

[ Jack brightens at the idea. He could see that working for Dean, he likes to drive so much. Maybe this means that Jack should become a delivery person, only he's not good enough at being on a motorcycle to safely deliver anything other than his own body. So he'll have to practice until he can guarantee the success of anything he'd be paid for.

Jack follows him as a duckling would its mother but he's not in Castiel's close space, he's a respectful few feet back from where he might ordinarily be if they were still family. It's difficult for him to try and change how things have always been, but he's afraid too, of Castiel pushing him away. He wouldn't know what to do with that. ]


I think it's wrong that I wish they were here. Because we're supposed to be saving the world, and it was important that I was there, but I'm here, so I want them to be here too.
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[personal profile] valle 2025-05-16 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
( The screech of the truck brakes are like nails on a chalkboard to her hearing, but it doesn't show on her face. Only that careful stoicism, that hard wariness that suggests she doesn't trust his intentions immediately, but she isn't looking to fly off the handle about it. Just- watching, expectant, calm, prepared for some bullshit — which, fortunately, never comes.

The older man — he looks like he must be close to Logan's age, or at least, how old Logan had been when she knew him — offers only some sage advice about her truly poor tire changing form.

Her eyes drop down to the tire iron, then to the tire, then back to the man himself.

As much as it pains her to admit this:
)

...I don't actually know what any of that means.

( How do you clinch when you turn, and what exactly does it mean to strip a nut? Isn't stripping it what she wants to do? As in, strip it off the... thing, so she can get the tire off? Seems like the most common sense interpretation to her, but fuck if she knows. )
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2025-05-16 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah—yeah, you know what? Sure. Let’s haggle.

[ It’s not what he meant at all, but duct tape can actually come in handy for future repairs on this old rust bucket. It works as a bandage in a pinch as well, and it’s not like he’s losing anything getting rid of these cassettes.

He cuts the engine and hops out of the van, tossing the keys in the air and catching them again.
]

Uh—you a Starship guy?

[ He looks and sounds doubtful. Arthur really doesn’t look like a Starship kind of guy, but what does Eddie know? The band’s whole situation with spinoffs over the years has been so confusing, people probably still get duped into listening hoping they’ll sound like Jefferson Airplane. ]

And, I mean, if you need some help—

[ He gestures vaguely to the car. It seems to be in working order, no flat tires a far as Eddie can see, but Arthur is just sitting here like there’s a problem. ]
alwaysme: (I just slip right through your hands)

[personal profile] alwaysme 2025-05-16 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Quick fingers make light work. [That's not the correct phrase but she hardly cares.] Or claws, I guess, in your case. [She's not bothered by the claws. She comes from the Undercity where augments are all the rage whether or not you need them. Though she's seen her fair share of grotesque skin grafts, the... mm method of her claws is a little more different than she's accustomed to, she'll give them that.

She tilts her head so her ear is leaned against her shoulder, eyes never leaving the other girl.]
Some people around here think the only way to survive is to make an honest living. Like there's not enforcers that will take a bribe or raiders on a hunt. Honest? [She scoffs and drops a steam roll and a hunk of cheese down to the girl.] Honest gets you dead.
heritors: (pic#10759998)

ii, pavilion!

[personal profile] heritors 2025-05-16 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lucina's studying a plastic-wrapped snack — some kind of granola bar, kind of mushed; this place sure is a marvel — when a tall, curtain-clad man(?) comes and offers her a drink.

Well. She thought it was a drink, then the stranger decided to say he has no use for it; which tugs at her attention just enough that it gives her pause. She looks again. There's just barely enough in there for a taste ( she'll learn what a sample is in a bit, surely ). Her hand is outstretched between them, inches away from the tiny paper cup. ]


What is it? [ Isn't it... just a drink. This time, she looks up. There's a beat as she tamps down the impulse that they might be intending her harm — surely not in the middle of a crowded store, and definitely not like this. Maybe it's alcohol? ] Is it not to your liking? [ Maybe he doesn't like alcohol?? ]
pse: (pic#17787402)

[personal profile] pse 2025-05-16 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her eyes register the gun, an out of sync little flutter of her eyelids as her hands pause in their trajectory. For a moment.

Bullets suck. They hurt like hell, and she usually has to dig them out at some point. One time, she did so without washing her hands first; the wound got infected and she had to dig the infected flesh out of her torso. Took her almost an hour, and the TV wasn't working so had to stare at the wall and Hughie hadn't been by to fix it and it was just an altogether shit sandwich of a shit day and she blames Soldier Boy for that too, why the fuck not.

Which is why she isn't deterred by the gun for longer than a split second.

One of the sample wenches left a meat tenderiser just sitting on a table. Kimiko, channeling her inner Jason Voorhees, picks it up and advances. ]
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-16 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Powder almost gets Viktor a confused glance, but that would mean turning and taking his eyes off of Jinx. The word means nothing to him, he doesn't register it as a name.

A large hand wraps around his arm and Jayce's body stiffens, muscles tense, readying to forcibly pull himself free. He takes a step forward to do so, then stops himself, torn between glancing back at Viktor and unhinged woman in front of them: the terrorist responsible for so many deaths, a monster in his mind - and here, a skinny girl with a bad haircut, one who had been near catatonic last he'd heard. ]


I don't - [ even know who Vander is. Barely does. His expression twists and then falls, struggling to rise to her level of rage, but he won't move unless one of them forces to. ] We're not against anyone - look, you don't understand...