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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.
TDM Questions? Here — Game Questions? FAQ
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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] longtooth 2025-05-29 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's not the reaction that Fern's expecting. It seems that her method doesn't work on this girl in the same way as it did on the people giving out samples.

She shrugs at the question, but then steps forward, aiming to urge the girl out of the way. ]


I went up to them and held my hand out.

[ Translation: Resting Angry Face seems to have gotten the job done. ]
Edited 2025-05-29 02:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-29 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ The way that he asks that has a hint of condescension to it. Like she's a child following after him, rather than a competent combatant in her own right. He hasn't seen it for himself, yes, but there's no need to put it that way.

Fern can't help but bristle at it, arms lifting to cross over her chest as she raises a questioning eyebrow. ]


Would you rather go it alone?

[ While she's spent the past month and then some traveling with a group, she is also more than capable of solo work. There's no need to "tag along" if she isn't wanted. ]
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-29 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ An hour is about the time it takes for her to conclude the generators around the building are just shit. This old technology is so crude and unfortunately nothing but patience is going to fix it, something she lacks after the affair with the mysterious grumpy door web-maker tickling her curiosity. She isn't counting on him to show up at the bar but she earnestly wants a drink. Something to take the edge off a little. Acclimating to this place she can do, crude technology and all, but the part of her that can't seem to connect with the rest of her Powersuit has her brooding at the bar, nursing fresh whiskey, gaze flitting to what's playing on the small corner TV to whatever gets reflected in the shiny metal on the TV itself out of paranoid habit. ]
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[personal profile] alwaysme 2025-05-29 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
It may be noted later how much Connor deciphers Jinx's words, but she is a genius when it comes to mechanisms, not people.

Where Connor ultimately falls, well.

His response offers her a strange relief. She doesn't want to be responsible for any Shimmer that might fall into this realm. But she should be, right? Silco isn't here.

Silco isn't here.

She draws in a strangled breath that she disguises as a weak chuckle. Nothing to See Here. Don't Worry About Her, She's Fine.

"Okay."

(She does not trust him.

That is not a fault of Conner. Simply her upbringing, long before Silco, long before Vander.)

"Employment's not so high on my to-do list. What about you? Feeding into this farce?"
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-29 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
She follows along, brow furrowing more sternly when he mentions an AI wanting to Sanitize living creatures. It's a lot of a story to take in but she chews on it quietly, imagining herself in his fresh Octoling shoes.

"Recover your memories and others' memories... It's noble." She'd understand why he'd want to get back into it... even if apparently that test didn't go so well and he ended up here. She'd question if this any of this was another virtual reality or not if she went through all of that. Another trap.

"I've trained on plenty of holographic targets to know this isn't another virtual world. It's a nexus." She frowns. "If an AI is involved in this it's too soon to tell."
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-29 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"You should try more food. Keep your strength up." She's cutting a path through the crowd towards a ramen stand with one stool open. She looks over her shoulder. "You might like this."
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-29 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Your taste might differ from mine.

[ Fern shrugs, though if the man doesn't want to try the juice based simply on her assessment of it, then that's fine. It's not like she grabbed a second one, so he'd have to go back into the store to try it.

Sausages she's familiar with, though. Then again, she was also familiar with juice, so there's no telling what she'll get. There's some sort of comfort in realizing this stranger is just as perplexed by the food as her, though. She feels a little less out of her depth as a result; they're sorting this out together.

She picks up the cup he pointed out and peers into it. These look decent enough, but before she eats them, she glances up and locks gazes with her fellow taste-tester. ]


Fine, but you try the next one.

[ She picks up one of the sausages between her clawed fingers and pops it in her mouth, chewing down with pointed fangs to pierce through the meat. Imagine her surprise when it does taste like sausage of some kind. It's not bad at all.

She makes a noise of approval as she chews, nodding to the stranger. That one might be worth actually shelling out money to get some more as an easy ration. Still not quite done chewing, she reports: ]
There's no telling what meat they used for that, but beggars can't be choosers.
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-29 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lucina has been gifted this very important knowledge of chameleon meat flavor. ]

Soft and mild. Packed with protein. [ Samus isn't exactly a foodie but it is a simple way into her heart, there is a bare hint of excitement in how she expresses herself, or perhaps just a deep appreciation for wildlife on all levels. ]

Better than any space ration. [ A questionable bar, but, a bar to put out there none-the-less. ]
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[personal profile] elriche 2025-05-29 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Stephen thought he'd gotten himself under control at the tail end of his last bout, but unfortunately – as has been true at all crucial turning points of his life – reality has caught up with him.

He clenches his fist on the edge of the counter, ignores the discoloration along his knuckles, the gasp of gills along his neck. The seller rounds the side of the cart, grasps his arm and unintentionally presses the fabric of his sleeve into the viscous flesh underneath.

He hisses, winces. Voices around him speak in a muffled din. Some far away, some toward him. You all right? Can call a medic. There's a clinic down the–

He thinks of eons spent in silence. Of meditative thought. Thinks of an ancient memory, an ancient woman – her words in the face of a pupil's impatience, of the icy winds of Everest on his cheeks and hands.

He inhales. Relaxes. Fingers tremble as his skin goes smooth, as gills flatten and the fleshy mass under his sleeve shifts to bone again.

He's mastered this. Owns this. He is the Sorcerer Supreme, destroyer of worlds, bearer of crimes, keeper of multiverse killers. To lose control to this place is to lose control of himself, and he will never let that happen again. ]


I'm fine, [ He straightens slowly and opens his eyes to the concerned gaze of the shopkeeper – an elderly woman with kind eyes and calloused hands. He manages a smile. ] Thanks for–

[ It's about this moment he notices the pink-haired woman nabbing the nice woman's dumplings. Like, a lot of them. Just an obscene amount of steamed goods. ]

Hey! [ Stephen gestures, clenches a fist, wills red chains around the woman's arms and snaps them together at the wrists. ]
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2025-05-29 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eddie made his way here on a broken radio, a handful of borrowed tapes, and a prayer. Despite the paying gig (and it’s not paying very well), he’s still short on tunes and he’s going to take any opportunity he can to build up his collection.

He snorts, reading Julie’s silent request in an instant. He won’t deny a fellow delinquent, especially not one who’s doing him a favor and keeping their mouth shut. It's a fee he's more than happy to pay, so with a quick glance around to be sure there's no lingering eyes, slips her the CD with a wide grin.
]

Pleasure doing business with you. I'd say tell your friends, but, uh...let's not go that far.
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-29 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ When the noise and vibrations stop she waits for something more dramatic, maybe an explosion. When it doesn't come she quickly starts to think the worst, if it's given up and she should fend for herself. She doesn't have the luxury to wait and just as she's about to pull herself away and explore the room again he comes back.

She presses herself back up on the class. Clever using his phone, but... shit. A code? A code. Of course a damn code. She looks at the phone and nods, holds one finger up as if to ask for one minute. Please, whatever you are, stick around for at least one more minute. She might be lucky to have any more than that with how the water is rising.

Kicking off the glass she swims and dives around in the water, struggling to grab any waterlogged papers and binders. It's hard to see (it's dark) and (wet) but it's perhaps testament to her many years of traipsing through many alien locks with alien looking symbols Space Pirates were just the worst with their passwords that she trusts her hunch and indeed returns with the the correct binder. She presses up to to the glass, however, she is unaware she's pressing it up against the glass upside-down. She's putting much more concentration in breaking for air and then swimming down to hold it flush to the glass.
]
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[personal profile] decussate 2025-05-29 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
(( oh no problem, I just figured you were swamped LMAO ))

[ She mistakes the hand over his mouth for queasiness, which she would hardly blame him for. It's rare that she allows witnesses, but here in this rough-and-tumble world, she can't imagine the law sparing its lofty eye for some thugs who made the wrong gamble. Though of course, if this fellow seems like he might cause her trouble in the future, she can always see about redacting his witness privileges. Her head dips a fraction at the name, curious. ]


I wouldn't have acted differently in your absence, if that's what you mean. I am merely a concerned neighbor checking in on a bout of noise. Please, no thanks will be necessary.

[ She nods slightly, a straightforward gravity to the gesture. As if she were really expecting gratitude and not for him to be unhappy about all the murder. At the same time, she makes no admission of guilt — that would just be poor deniability. ]

As for this "Strahd," I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with the name. Someone I should know?
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[personal profile] didthedishes 2025-05-29 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bob may have dropped out of high school with his middle school years patchy at best, but he knew enough to know that water simply didn't move like that. It wasn't supposed to act like it had a mind of its own, nor give you the distinct feeling that it was watching you. Which means this definitely isn't water and it's something else.

For a moment he can't rip his gaze away for fear of what it could morph into. He tells himself it could be anything. It doesn't have to be the thing that he fears the most because he's present and here and his hands haven't been engulfed by shadow - but what if it had changed? What if something about arriving here had morphed the way his powers worked?

Marc's shove is enough to snap his gaze back towards him. His mind follows shortly after. ]


Yeah. Yup - driving. Heard that.

[ And without thinking he heaves the bike the rest of the way into the trunk all on his own, slams the door shut before scurrying towards the driver's seat. It's only once Marc is in the van that he starts the engine. ]

Do you remember the way back?
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-29 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ She hears the crack of his nice and winces, but everything else happens so fast. The thief throwing up has her attention, her brow furrowed with confusion and her mouth parting just enough in disgust. It's about the most expression she'll make before she regards Adrian more coldly, not answering. She's fine but she sees his bleeding nose and frowns. Better that than a cracked skull on tile floor but he still got hurt. If she could have done anything better in the moment she's going to direct that frustration immediately to the puking perpetrator, roughly grabbing him by the ankle and hoisting him up in the air. ]

Enough games. [ She raises him and shakes him like a ragdoll. Money tumbles out of his pockets, as does some fruit, cheeses, and whatever other things he was trying to steal. ]

[ What the fuuu— It's literal word vomit as he has another convulsion, this time upside down and splashing obscenely all over the floor. She gives one last another waggle, shaking out the last drips. ] Don't you have something to say to him?
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2025-05-29 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hey, he didn’t actually mean it. Eddie leans heavily on his humor when he’s anxious—and he is so often anxious, as his reaction to the blackout has more than showcased. But as that little orb of light gathers in the taller man’s palm—he merely blinks ]

Yeah, you know, I'd say that does the trick.

[ There was a time when he would have balked and asked more questions, but his ability to be shocked has long since been zapped away. That’s what happens when you have a breakneck-paced week of supernatural monsters and alternate dimensions in your freaky little hometown. If anything, he can appreciate something on the smaller scale. ]

So, uh, thanks for that, man. Eddie.

[ He extends a hand, expecting that this incredibly tall man will surely shake it... ]
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[personal profile] didthedishes 2025-05-29 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Through the fabric his fingers curl around hers reassuringly. And he hopes that that will be enough to distract from the the slightest lift of his lips and the whirl of worry in his gaze. ]

You can. I know you can.

[ The source of his worry doesn't have anything to do with his disbelief in her. Rather, it has far more to do with not knowing what lies on the other side of any of these doors. His memories of 14 months ago were hazy still, but he can recall the feeling of confusion and uncertainty. Of just wanting to find a safe place. He recalls that he had been ready to let himself stay in those rooms forever - until Yelena and the others had come for him.

He has no idea where these doors will lead. But he knows that if they're together then it will be better than being alone. And still holding her hand tight, he leads them out of her childhood bedroom. ]
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-29 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's patient and listens. She shrugs, wordlessly not very concerned sounding with her conclusion. ]

...Bad fuel, or dirty intake valves. It should start up a lot stronger, normally. [ She spares a glance at her bike, wishing she had some spare gasoline to share but she was lucky enough to get this bike on loan in the first place. There was the promise of fresh fuel in Panorama for sure, she could practically smell it from here.

Samus pauses and reconsiders that what she said might not... make any sense to Fern. She stiffly tries;
]

...Your horse was fed rotten food, or has a stuffed nose.
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[personal profile] didthedishes 2025-05-29 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bob can't help but let out a slight laugh. Not because the suggestions are stupid (actually the "A-Team" isn't too far off from their current naming conundrum that they've found themselves in), but rather he can't help but immediately see how each of his friends would react to the being called "superheroes". He thought they were. But Bob also understood that each of their lived experiences made it complicated to accept what came with the weight of being called that.

All the same when he speaks next, fondness and affection softens his expression. ]


Yeah. Though they mostly just punch and shoot. But that doesn't make them any less super or heroes.

[ The next question however still has him stumbling over his thoughts, mild embarrassment creeping up the back of his neck at what he eventually lands on in terms of his answer. ]

I do the dishes, groceries, help out around our living space where I can, you know? They helped me out and it's the least I can do.
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-29 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Viktor lifts the bike off her but feels the mental intrusion almost instantly--to his credit, he does not react, physically, but she'll feel it, a wall that erects itself automatically, like a reflex. He stares her down, unblinking yellow eyes flashing a warning as Jayce handles introductions and checks her for injury.

He straightens, still effortlessly lifting the motorcycle. Viktor sets it down gently, ensures that it's balanced, and then steps away, returning Jayce's glance.
]

We won't harm you.

[Even if he just more or less sent her a mental stay out. Viktor will give her a once-over, making sure nothing is out of place. The motorcycle, at least, seems undamaged.]
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-29 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Amos doesn't trust easily, but he doesn't exactly think he's unique in that. Even the good guys he knows, the kind who care about people, who are easily friendly with them — they don't rush into trusting everyone they meet immediately. It's earned, of course, for most, and not something immediate.

But he could've just left the guy behind and gone on his way to check out the sound. He chose not to, and so for the time being, they're in this whole situation together. That's fine by him. ]


Won't be a problem.

[ He does at least mean that sincerely. If he thought the guy wouldn't have his back, he would have simply walked away, wouldn't have even bothered talking to him to begin with. But he's good with the company right now.

He wouldn't mind the fight ahead of them normally. It's just that he has the sense someone is fucking with them. He can hear that faint laughter, but there's nothing, and no words to follow. No one suddenly rushing forward to pounce on them. It's starting to feel like a game of some kind, and he's not in the mood. But the other guy says something that makes Amos lift his brow a little. ]


You have experience with that — reality bending?
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damn... sorry lucina's arm, you could have been free

[personal profile] decussate 2025-05-29 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ A reaction is good. Best that sword isn't just for show — even if that's what it's been relegated to with one of Lucina's arms bound.

Arlecchino looks to the bolts in question. ]


Let's find out, shall we?

[ She extracts a lug wrench from a compartment behind the spare tire's former nest and sets it to the first bolt. It takes a bit of force to get it going, but soon Arlecchino is unbolting away. Despite her sophisticated manner of dress, she doesn't mind physical labor; she may even excel at it. It simply isn't something required of her, except in very specific circumstances. ]

In the meantime, I hope you'll satisfy my curiosity. What kind of life did you happen to lead before all this?
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-29 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ His gaze returns to their hands. Viktor's metal body is warmer than he expects, but still cooler than his own body temperature.

At the question he closes his eyes again, as if concentrating. ]


I think so - [ A pinch at his brow, and Viktor might sense him instinctively seeking the tether, trying to actively reach for it now that he's been made aware. He opens his eyes, expression uncertain, hand reaching up to touch his own forehead before he understands what he's doing - even though he's seen his own reflection before to confirm -

The marks are gone, just like the runestone, but something remains. ]


Are you... do you still see everything from there?

[ Existing in that other space. What does it look like now, empty of all those lives? Unease and concern tremors through across his thoughts. ]
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-29 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ In the back of his mind, he's vaguely aware that he's somewhat locked himself into seeing it through helping this guy to the end, which — briefly makes him question his initial offer. Shit, maybe he should have just tried to fix it up a bit and left this guy. But there's still the matter of his arm and he doesn't seem like the steadiest. Some part of him can't settle on ditching him now.

But he'll get him fixed up, and that's it. He's got his own shit to figure out.

Amos watches the guy, wonders if he might try and insist he's fine, but when he agrees, it at least tells Amos he's not beyond help. He can sense when he's in over his head, at least. So Amos gives a little nod. ]


Whatever you got left in that good arm, you take one side and we'll shove it out of the way.

[ He's not the most familiar with vehicles like this, just figures if it's off, they can move it easily enough, if they both take a side. He gets on the driver's side of the car, opening the door to get a grip on it. And then remarks to him, like this is some kind of comfort: ]

Think you fucked it up enough no one's gonna bother it for a while until we come back.
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2025-05-29 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Eddie Munson. Pleasure doing business with you, Arthur.

[ He doesn’t extend his hand for a handshake—although he knows Arthur would shake it if he did, the polite Englishman that he is. Instead he grins good-naturedly and sweeps into a dramatic bow.

Alright, let’s see here—

[ He straightens up and crack his knuckles as if he’s about to do some hard manual labor, and ducks into Arthur’s passenger seat. He makes a sweeping gesture to the driver’s side, indication for Arthur to join him. ]

Alright, man. So you got it this far. I think we can skip “put key in ignition and turn”, right?
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[personal profile] didthedishes 2025-05-29 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Though probably not intended whatsoever, the "don't sweat it," definitely earns a bit of a short laugh because...well. He's currently got sweat dripping down his back and he'll definitely need a shower after this. Hopefully the power stays on long enough so he doesn't have to shower in the dark. Again.

After a bit of a delayed response he gratefully accepts the tray, holding it awkwardly at his side since there's nowhere else to put it. ]


If I wasn't sweating before I am now. [ The costume's eyes jiggle a little as he nods. ] I'm sure there's water or something in the break room I can get but I should probably get a new tray of samples.

[ Apparently it doesn't occur to him that she was offering. But rather than shuffling into the store first he motions with several of his tentacles for her to go ahead. ]

I'm Bob, by the way.