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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] carmesi 2025-05-31 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
( does it make wanda somewhat uneasy? definitely.

but there is comfort in pairings, in the same way that she's always been a pair with her twin brother. it's horrific to think that she has gotten used to being without, but this certainly presents and interesting idea, a consideration. she bites lightly on a finger, considering him, now, in the light.

they speak without words to one another, and yet this is the most she's felt heard in her time here—funnily enough. it's something worth saying, about this secret of hers, made undone by this guy. )


What's your name?

( she stops communicating with him through her mind, because it'd be weird if someone walked in and just saw them staring at each other.

(and yet she already knows, henry, echoing through what she sensed from him.) )


How... long have you been like this?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-31 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
( it's supposed to be her break, and she wanted to step out for a bit and sit outside at the back, look up at the sky as it rained for a simple change of scenery. instead, here she is now, feeling too much sympathy for the local blind guy.

he says to lead the way and wanda was just about to go ahead, without him, but stops herself two steps in, turning back to him. )


Do you want to hold onto my arm, or something?

( she is going to need to find these boxes!! )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-31 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
( it being called a panic attack makes sense. of course wanda knows what it is, in theory, but they never started happening to her until after she had lost her brother. he was like a balm, keeping her from experiencing the worst of the terrors of her ptsd. when it had started, she had felt like she couldn't really talk about it, lest it gave a reason to be removed from the care of the avengers, or to be considered even more of a hazard than what she already was.

she doesn't say anything about how she meant fixing it as a temporary thing, though appreciates the knowledge that it will come back, despite this, but now she just has more control for when it does happen.

his advice feels generous, too, about counting the things around her. which is why she says, in lieu of another 'thanks', )


It doesn't sound dumb.

( but she quiets down too, when he does, when she senses his thoughts straying towards something far away, of people he remembers but doesn't say the names for. jesse is... surprisingly easy to read, she notices, without putting up any walls; why should he expect the person to be sitting next to him to be able to read his mind, anyway?

it's something she stores away, grateful that despite his own pain, he is here, helping her out, a total stranger.

he chuckles, plays it cool.

wanda presses onto this thought, a little nervously, but hoping it lands well. she isn't used to knowing what to say in friendly scenarios, or knowing what exactly would sound like something welcome instead of being presumptuous. so, here goes— )


Maybe we can start a band of our own.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-31 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
( and into the apartment where the stark industries warhead had decimated her life in an instant. sound of gunfire, of more explosions, of confusion and shouts ring around them, just outside the apartment. that infernal ticking of the remaining bomb on the rubble, a source of nightmares for wanda as a kid, rings ever so loudly.

but there's a door, she remembers, the front door that leads out of the apartment.

hand holding tightly onto bob's, wanda tugs him towards it, forcing herself to not look anywhere else but there. the knob turns as laughter from the broken tv screen playing a glitched sitcom scene bursts forth, and they're tossed out and through

a warm, red velvet envelopes them, as they float momentarily, between rooms, and wanda gyrates to grab onto bob, wrap her arms around him because she's scared of the darkness beneath the red. but while the dark, the void seeks to keep them there, the red of her magic (this, something she doesn't know) seeks to expel them from this mindscape.

and that much keeps wanda and bob from experiencing any further than those two rooms.

she reels back into the real world, in the back room of the store, and looks up at bob, looking halfway ridiculous with his octopus suit, like nothing happened between then and now. her hand is still on his (sweaty) arm, but nothing else happens, even as she keeps the physical contact. her magic, unknown to her, working on overdrive to keep them both from fading back into the nightmare. )


...are you okay?

( perhaps he was about to ask her that, but. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-31 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
( for a quiet, sobering moment, clint's comment makes wanda realize that this is actually something the older man might very well relish on: getting to do the embarrassing talk 'on her behalf'. she knows it's best she doesn't reply to that one way or the other, lest she sparks inspiration for something he could do. not that she imagines he'd really go through with it.

thankfully, the conversation easily changes subject with the sudden stop. she's glad she's put on the seatbelt, wincing as it burns against her collarbone at the inertia.

good thing reacting quickly is one of hawkeye's fortes. )


This is why I got a motorcycle. ( she mutters, as clint gets friendly with the horn. she rubs at her shoulder where the seatbelt stopped her from flinging forward. it's not that she could have known, though; a smaller vehicle feels like it would definitely help avoid these traffic issues in retrospect.

she's sure she heard something right, however. )
You speak Russian now?

( the swear in russian; not quite like sokovian, but close enough in its roots for her to know the gist of it. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-31 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
( somehow, miraculously, the motorcycle doesn't tip over when she feels that it should, and wanda regains her balance in a way that does actually boost her confidence. she has no reason to think that erik—henryk—had a hand at this; all she knows, she very well managed to think fast, her body reacted, and she got to get the motorcycle back on track.

her stance is a little more certain as she returns to him with the bike, but doesn't stop, going around again instead one more time, and then a third, picking up a little more speed and slowing down when necessary.

after that, wanda stops once she reaches him, putting a foot down to keep her balance, hands loose on the handlebars. )


I — get it, about the speed.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-31 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
( apparently he has done this before, and apparently wanda has been in the receiving end, before, of such care, but that's neither something he'll be able to tell nor something she'll be willing to provide as a fun fact about herself. she glances down at c4t waiting nearby to do whatever it does, but only her eyes move, aware that she should keep still. )

Got here four days ago.

( 'new' is relative, with how fluxdrifts seem to arrive here at random, either in big groups or small ones.

it's mumbled, what she says, ignoring the bit about sharing something with him. especially when she thinks about the accidental kiss, which flusters her. )


... is it broken?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-31 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
( at the offer, wanda shrugs, feeling a little... complacent, perhaps, at how easy this guy has made it for her to feel comfortable. the shrug is not so much about his offer, as it is her concern about the kind of music. )

I don't know what it says about a place that only plays country music.

( with a scrunch her nose, wanda makes a bit of a face and then looks back at scott, a hint of a smile on her face.

she admits, )


I haven't been to one before.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-31 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
( she does catch that golden connection between them, thin, until the — viktor shuts it down, and wanda is cut off from connecting with what she's found herself unable to extricate herself from. it's probably for the best, because she herself does not want this to be something known, but chances are he already knows.

wanda stares in awe for a while longer, but jayce's calmness eases her adrenaline down from the spike it had reached due to her small incident with her bike.

it takes her a few seconds for her breathing to ease into a calmer rhythm. )


I — think I'm okay. ( nothing feels broken! ) Thanks.

( being harmed wasn't really her concern, honestly, because the fact that they came to help gave her the certainty that she wasn't in danger. it's just — well, viktor. she knows, too, that she was given their names as a way to calm her down, to show themselves as good samaritans rather than poachers or thieves.

but, )


... Wanda.

( she says, almost in the form of a question, as she slowly starts getting up to stand. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-31 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
( he says a number and wanda's completely absorbed and ready to insert it into her phone as the first three digits of his phone number, but then realizes that there's a bit of confusion here. for one long, awkward moment, wanda worries that this was perhaps, in fact, too forward; she awaits the rejection, certain it's bound to come.

but then marc takes out his phone and presents to her, without much fanfare, his number.

she punches that in quickly, not wanting to make it a tedious situation that they'll have to overthink later. she puts her phone away, glancing back at him. )


It'll have to be an after-meal situation, for the correct experience.

( so, they'll figure it out.

wanda nods, a little awkwardly, despite herself. )


I'll ... text you, so you can keep my number, too.
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no worries!! we're on the weekend at least

[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-31 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
( the rest of the top of the crate gets pulled off with ease, now, and wanda drops it to the floor with a clatter. it's probably for the best that jason hardly reacts in awe or wonderment about what she's done here, which gives her the confidence to think that this isn't weird to him or that she'll have a hundred questions tossed her way.

wanda has a crossbody bag around her, and pulls it up and off herself, handing it over to the other once he starts inspecting the goods. her bag is empty, and they can fill it up with as much as they need, besides their pockets, if it comes down to it. it's a little damn, but it'll do. )


Yeah.

( she replies, less conversationally, but mostly because she doesn't know how to react too well to compliments from relative strangers.

the shadows loom ever closer, and wanda frowns, because she feels something encroaching around them, and she doesn't think she wants to be around for it. )


Can we leave the pleasantries for later?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-31 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
( wanda could react in a particular way at the comment, about the fact that she has a twin brother, and that said twin brother likes to boast the fact that he is but a few minutes older than her. instead of drawing out another panic attack, like it had, back in jesse's van, wanda manages to control her breathing even as the room feels like it's shrinking around them.

with inhales deeply — then exhales.

isn't the universe funny this way? )


I don't... think it's so much lording it over you as it is — you know, reminding you, that there's this connection between the two of you. Something no one else gets to have.

( she's had a lot of time herself to think about it, about pietro and his obsession with reminding her that he's 12 minutes older, you know. she wishes she could hear that annoying phrase again.

wanda wraps her arms around her, feeling her hands clammy, her skin cold. )


Sorry, I need to — go ...

( she barely finished her sentence, stepping away, rushed, to the outside of the store, where there's air to breathe.

suppose she still isn't a master at avoiding her panic attacks. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-31 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
( it's entirely reassuring what amos says, but there's a real point to it. to wanda, it sounds like something steve might say, in that stern but soft voice of his, trying to be careful with her—something she always appreciated—in not making her feel like she was any trouble at all, despite how complicated things around her were.

maybe, much like him, the avengers she got closest to, perhaps they offered her very little because they didn't know how to help her. perhaps she was so broken, it was easier to give her something to do, a sense of purpose, to help keep those pieces together.

but all of that is gone.

amos's words, though, they make her laugh. a wet sort of tired laugh, like his words sprung forth memories that pulled an emotional weight enough to make her want to cry. but she doesn't cry, even if it feels like she might want to. )


Yeah, that sounds about right.

( all that he says, harsh as it may be, holds truth in her heart.

it's enough for a little bit of courage to bustle through, despite her cowardice in speaking about something like this. it makes her feel vulnerable, empty, so completely devoid of anything—

but the breeze is nice and the car drives steadily, and maybe this is what roadtrips are like, with music and quiet moments of reflection. she'd never know, but maybe she can pretend she does, and that makes her voice steady itself as she speaks. )


My brother was killed over a year ago. We... did everything together. The plans we made, where we'd stay the night, plans for meals. ( it's not dependence if all this was a necessity in a country that was without more than it was with. she swallows, wishes she had some water to drink. ) I thought I found purpose, before coming here, but it wasn't really...

( her voice quietens, not really finishing her sentence, if only because another thought, another emotion, takes precedence. )

I feel adrift without him.

( and perhaps part of those mistakes she made in the past include the guilt of pietro's death. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-31 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Four days.

( her answer comes quickly, easy. she gets the impression that people end up here in batches, either small or big, and the stream of 'arrivals' is somewhat constant. it's something, really, to jump into routine to try and survive all this, to pay off a debt forced upon her.

more boxes onto more empty spaces.

she glances back. )


You're American?

( karen sounds it, plus — yeah, the name. )
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[personal profile] mississippis 2025-05-31 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, but you gotta promise not to tell me it's a lost cause." Mostly because she thinks she's going to have to pay the loan back on the thing whether it ever starts again or not, not because she's actually expecting him to be able to make that promise.

It's strange to have him there, though it's strange to be around anyone for her still, but she wants to seem less rattled than she actually feels. It seems better to cover it up with concern over the bike than to blurt out literally anything from the last handful of years.

Rogue moves back to it, swinging a leg over the seat and settling in before getting it started up. The engine sounds like it's just fine, roaring to life, and, for a second, she thinks figures, that it's going to be just fine after all. Then it suddenly starts to rattle before sputtering out again. "Maybe I can sell it for parts and get something new."

Or get used to walking.
Edited 2025-05-31 02:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-31 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ The way Jack listens to Benny talk to Dean is arrested, focused, and there's a longing in his gaze. He's always known Dean a very certain way and he's never gotten much of the warm and charming side of him. He tried his best with Jack and he went as far as he could, but for all the love Jack has for him, it's never been as sincere between them. Not since he died the first time, before he lost his soul and ruined their relationship for good. ]

I'm glad that he had that. That both of you did. It must have meant a great deal to him. He ended up making other friends of people who he'd ordinarily kill. Maybe he learned from you.

[ He wonders what happened to Benny though, that Jack's never heard of him. He thinks he knows most of the Winchester's friends by now, even if only spoken of in passing. He knows of Jodi and Garth and Charlie obviously he met in Apocalypse world, but he's heard of their version too. But not Benny. With Dean it could mean a lot of things, but Jack has been closely observing him for the three years he's been alive, and he wonders if the silence comes from pain.

Not that he's going to come right out and guess that Benny is dead in some timeline, but Jack has a feeling. They all die eventually, the lives they live. He knows that better than most. ]


I have some money. Maybe we can buy a blood bag? I'd make them do it but ... I'm not supposed to do that again.

[ Jack's reality-altering is a power that caused some serious trouble for the entire world, and part of why his father turned on him, understanding that Jack was more powerful than him. He can make a lot of things happen if he wants it to, but it wouldn't be right. They can do this the mercenary way. ]

We can try at least, right? I'm not going to let my father's friend starve.
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[personal profile] friendzied 2025-05-31 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
You knocked on my door in your Spirit Halloween getup looking like you lost the kids you're supposed to be taking Trick or Treating, and you're telling me you're not a pirate?

[ she folds her arms over her chest, still looking at him with that flat, judgemental gaze. sailors wear uniforms, bozo! you can't fool her. ]
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-31 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
I have one too. We can use it for parts.

[It seems better to accept it than not, even if Viktor had no intention of leaving the Scrapyard until he found Jayce. With that accomplished, there's no real reason to stay. He hears the noise too, the Hexclaw swiveling in the direction of it a split second before he does, but with no reason to look for a fight, he'll let Jayce lead him away.

He nods in agreement--yes, they should sell what they can. Viktor doesn't need to eat or sleep, but Jayce certainly will, and if there's anything he can to do even begin making up for his transgressions, it's ensuring Jayce's continued survival.
]

We should find something to repair your brace, too. Before we go.

[Jayce's leg hasn't gone unnoticed. Viktor hadn't really had time to pay attention to it, those last days in Piltover. Now, however, it's difficult to ignore.]
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-31 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I can promise I'll get you something better, one way or another." Y'know, if it gets to that. Worst comes to worst, he can put her on his bike and take her to the city. Go from there.

He crouches down by the engine as she kicks it up. If he senses she's swallowing down more than she's letting on, he doesn't say anything of it. They both are, he thinks. Once they're someplace safer, he does wanna hear more. Fill her in, too, on his side. And truth is? He wants to make sure she's settled in. This world might not be theirs, but the big irony is, it's safer than where they were. For now. He's not about to trust that'll last, but at least he's gotta watch his back a bit less these past days.

'Least he's got better news about her bike. "Nah." He raps the exhaust pipe with the back of his knuckles. "Something's clogging it up."

Yeah, he can get whatever's rattling inside. Give him and his claw a sec while he sorta just—

There it goes. The chunk of blackened metal slides out, notched and nearly cleaved in two by the tip of his claw. But he's pretty sure he didn't scratch up the inside of her pipe. That should do it.

"Try her again."
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2025-05-31 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ It is absolutely going to be janky, but lucky for the two of them, Eddie knows the art of the mix tape. He’s well acquainted with the process of waiting for the radio to play the right song, making sure you catch it at the beginning, and be sure to cut it off before the DJ starts yapping, and the pains of your uncle calling you for dinner and screwing the whole thing up, forcing you to wait until next time.

It truly is an artform.
]

Alright. I’ll keep that in mind.

[ He raises his eyebrows and snorts, amused, but not cruelly so. He can appreciate the honesty, and he has no real desire to explain Knight Rider anyway. The whole concept of a talking muscle car and a guy who gets facial reconstruction to look like David Hasselhoff is very “you had to be there”. ]

Uh, kind of depends? Typical radio length songs, you can probably squeeze in about twelve per side. If you’re going for real concept album mix, maybe half that.

[ Either way, he takes her up on her offer, gathering his reject tapes and the recorder up to trudge his way over to her. He nods to the little iPod, both mystified and intrigued by the device. ]

What about that? How much can that thing hold?
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-31 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ He hasn't been paying attention to the extra appendage since they've been talking - he flinches slightly at the sudden unexpected movement, but makes no comment.

He's curious what kind of vehicle Viktor selected, given his size... he'll have to hunch to fit in the cab of Jayce's new (old) truck, or sit on the bed, he realizes.

Jayce's brace creaks as they walk side by side. He gives a breathy sounding laugh. ]


We should. People keep, uh, wanting to help - which I appreciate, but - [ he shoots Viktor a look like you know. Of course he knows.

Jayce hasn't even lived with a busted leg for that long, and he's already tired of it being the first thing people seem to notice and try to offer advice about what he should do. ]
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-31 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wait for what?

Logan rolls his eyes, turns around just long enough to catch Wade dropping a handful of coins that glint silver and gold. He raises his eyebrow. Huh. Interesting. Y'know, he shoulda guessed. Something about Wade screams prairie boy. It's that quality of a man who's definitely hit a deer driving drunk at four in the fuckin' morning. Maybe that's the weird sense of familiarity he keeps feeling.

Right.

He shoves open the door, letting it swing shut into Wade's face. Look, he did his job. Saved the guy, had a little chat with him, even. Made sure Wade can get himself back home in one piece. Now that Logan's sure that's true, he's not gonna be sticking around like some sorta guardian or hero or whatever Wade thinks he is, whatever Wade keeps trying to search for in him. 'Cause he can feel it. He can't explain it, might not even be altogether conscious of it, but there's more going on. It draws him in as much as it pushes him away. That more? Logan's not interested. Doesn't want it. Sure as shit don't need it. The stronger it grows, the less he wants anything to do with it.

He's already on his bike, revving the engine, when Wade calls to him. Logan's got not a clue about the cinematic parallels, wouldn't care if he did. He doesn't look back a second time when he says: ]


Nope.

[ And takes off. ]
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-31 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Like so many of his emotions, Amos doesn't feel connected to grief the way most do, the way Wanda does. But he does feel it, he has felt it. Recently, in fact. It was why he'd gone back to Earth at all, because Lydia died. The closer he got to Earth, the more his throat burned, the more he was sure he was coming down with something. That had to be it. Except it wasn't any kind of sickness of the body, and he couldn't understand it, not at first.

It was grief. Fucking — lump in his throat, hurting like hell, making him want to lash out at anyone he could because it was all that made sense to him. Nothing about the feeling of loss was familiar, or anything he knew how to process, but he felt it all the same.

Did he feel adrift without her, without anyone? Has he ever? That's all tied to emotions and feelings, the things that are far away for him, that he struggles with.

But he listens to Wanda, he takes it all in. He would never have asked her, but now she's telling him, and he'll hear it. As long as he needs to. As long as she needs him to, maybe. ]


Shit.

[ He says it a little under his breath, though loud enough to still be heard probably, even over the hum of the radio. There's a lot in that one word, though, at least for him. He's not an "I'm sorry for your loss" kind of guy, nah, not for this. Not ever, really, but especially this. This is — shit, you had him your whole life, and he's gone, and so fucking now what? Losing Lydia was nothing like this. He's not sure he's ever felt a loss like this, never had family like that to start with, and never connected with anyone else only to lose them like that.

But if he did — he at least understands what he's hearing in her voice, he can interpret it, the different sounds in the air, the way her voice shifts and moves, the way she talks about him, the way she already seemed lost before she spoke about being adrift. ]


So he's gone, and you're stuck with it. The whole mess of it.

[ A life without him. ]

Was it just you and him and now it's just you?
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[personal profile] pse 2025-05-31 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's easy enough to get the ignition turned over, even if the gear sticks and creaks as she tries to go from park to drive. The wheels only protest a little before the car fully hums to life. Starting as she means to go on, the tires squeal out against the pavement; they do not pick up speed gently. Miguel might feel his teeth rattling around for a second.

Kimiko is resilient against the sudden pressure from their burst of speed. Her hands settle lazily at ten and two— except for when she pulls a folded piece of paper out of her pocket and tosses it onto his lap.

It reads:
My name is Kimiko.
I am mute but I can hear.
I am originally from New York, U.S.A., Planet Earth, year 2022.

He can keep it if he wants. She has at least five more identical handwritten notes in her pocket. ]
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[personal profile] kitetsu 2025-05-31 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ that he hadn't been able to catch the usual breath sounds hadn't gone unnoticed, but there were plenty of rational explanations. a trick of the wind, bad acoustics - made more sense than the guy not breathing. then again, after seeing a clown sliced to ribbons pull himself together unscathed, who knew?

speculation was pointless, but it was information zoro tucked away, in the chance shit went sideways - not out of the question. if nothing else, something to watch for.

while some of the words were lost on him, he didn't need to know what a Ritz-Carlton was to get the gist.
]

Place got a name?

[ under normal circumstances, zoro wasn't in the habit of prying. it either wasn't his business or he didn't care to make it his - but this was far from normal, and with half his crew unaccounted for, there was more at stake. from what he could tell, people here were from all over; he wasn't the most social, but he hadn't noticed any real pattern to those brought in.

that sort of thing was better left to someone else, but zoro did know the sort of places this guy was talking about. he'd spent more than enough time in seedy bars and the wrong parts of towns while he'd been bounty hunting; he'd be able to pick out a name or two, if this guy was from anywhere near them.

but before that - stupid to expect goodwill without offering something back.
]

Zoro.