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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] pse 2025-05-31 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Angel of mercy, he says— Well, that's not true, is it? And she can't exactly delude herself into thinking it is. But the little title settles into her in a way she doesn't expect and almost eases a tension she's worn as knots in her chest for years. (A crack in a boulder, nothing more.)

With a smile, she nods energetically, and then moves to take an arm and help him back on his feet.

Does he need a towel or something? Because, uh, there are none in this gross alleyway behind an abandoned office building. ]
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because how else would you know he's EVIL jay

[personal profile] elriche 2025-05-31 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
I don't really care, [ Stephen growls with an animal edge, ] so long as they've got some answers.

[ His eyes take another sweep of the tent – old, worn, patched-up from damage incurred even before he arrived here. He doesn't miss the robot in the corner with faint blood spatters on its surface, or the bottles nearby with familiar names of sedatives. If he were to wake up somewhere, injured and incapacitated, he'd expect it to be in a fractured rift, or the illusory pocket dimension of an extradimensional god. Not... some makeshift field medic tent in the middle of god-knows-where.

Then it hits him – the Eye.

He grits his teeth against the throbbing in his temples. He gestures his hand in an upward motion and floats up and out of the bed to land on his feet. He snaps his wrist outward and the dark clothes piled on a chair near the exit rise and fly toward him, shimmering for just a moment before reforming onto his body – except for the cloak draped over the chair's backrest.

He frowns at it for a moment, but has larger problems on his mind. Inwardly, he opens his third eye – his fourth, his fifth. He projects feelers through the air, between molecules and matter – tastes the flavor and integrity of the universe around him. They stretch through the edges of the tent and into the camp around it, searching for the Eye's distinctive signature, also intersecting with the girl in front of him–

He pauses. Refocuses on her. ]


You're... not from here.
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[personal profile] recitations 2025-05-31 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's like putting a drop of blood in the ocean within the vicinity of a shark.

She's not a monster; she's not one to expect this to go anywhere unless there's reciprocation. For what it's worth, she is perfectly content sitting here making small talk for the next little while. But not only doe she catch on, he blushes. The little flecks of gold on his face seems to glow, clashing even more terribly against the off-green from the costume.

Her smile grows, crinkling at the eyes. ]


Faerûn. Good guess, but not quite. [ The world's smoothest topic change. She's happy to go along with it for now, though. Aria shifts her weight from one foot to the next, tucking a piece of her hair behind her horn. ] Is that where you're from?
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[personal profile] alwaysme 2025-05-31 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
[It's easy to read for Jinx because she's been here before. Hundreds of times over the years even before her sister found her. So many different ways the conversation could play out, but real or fake, Jinx can read her sister.

What continues to jar Jinx, snap her into focus, is that it's not Powder. More than anything that's what is grounding her and the panic of the quarantine comes into full resounding focus, reality slamming rudely into place.]


I-I can't, I can't open it! [She knows Vi can't hear her but she has to talk it out, anyway. She waves her empty hands, gestures at the door, shakes her head and then splays her arms to indicate around her, unsure.

Her eyes are pulled away from the computers flashing Quarantine in progress. Release code required for exit. when a drifting, splayed open laminated binder bobs its way into her side and she slowly picks it up with both hands, angling it in an awkward way so that her sister can see the pages as she flips through in some mad rushed plea that something is here.]
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[personal profile] viceps 2025-05-31 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her carry...? Vi stares at the bag. At the size of it.

Shit. She really did mean a baby baby, didn't she? The realization creeps visibly across Vi's face. ]


That--

[ It's awful. But Vi has nothing useful to say. She swallows, shaking her head. ]

I'm sorry.

[ It's extremely unlikely this story has a happy ending. ]

...no one in the med tent saw her?

[ Vi suggests lamely, knowing it's a stupid suggestion but feeling the need to offer something. ]
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[personal profile] viceps 2025-05-31 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ It comes out of nowhere. Something grabs her, yanking her arms together, and Vi yelps in surprise. Pain twinges up her right arm from the injured wrist beneath the brace she's still wearing, and she drops the goods with a hissed-out: ] Fuck.

[ The old woman looks alarmed, but perhaps not as shocked as one might have expected. Must be a lot of strange things to see around this place. Now, now. No need to get violent. And in your condition.

Meanwhile, Vi is frantically trying to force the chains apart so she can make her escape. Stupid dumplings aren't worth this. ]
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[personal profile] viceps 2025-05-31 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's still missing too many pieces. Vi doesn't understand how this is Viktor -- the healer they'd followed the rumors to, cryptic and pretty weird, sure, but someone who had sincerely been trying to help people. To help Vander.

Jayce's explanation had been vague, and parts of it just didn't make sense to her. Back then, they'd all been caught up in the urgency of battle.

The worst part is, he really does sound sorry, despite the inhuman quality of his voice. He sounds like the Viktor they'd met in that impossible garden in the depths of the undercity. It wasn't that long ago that Vi had honestly considered believing in him.

And then there's Jayce. To Vi, it seems he's done a complete about-face. It's disorienting. Infuriating. And she's fucking exhausted. ]


Yeah. Well. Maybe you should've stayed dead too. Another thing for you to half-ass, huh? [ She snaps, but there's not as much bite to it as there was earlier.

The mention of Caitlyn makes her wince. ]


She isn't with me, if that's what you're asking.

[ I'm alone. ]
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[personal profile] viceps 2025-05-31 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Despite being unable to hear, the gestures are enough to make it clear Jinx understands what she's asking for and there's something else going on. She can't open the door.

The flashing lights catch Vi's eye this time. She couldn't see it from the side where she'd first looked through the window, but the glass door offers a clearer view. Vi leans into the glass as much as she can, trying to make out the text on the small screen across the room.

Release code required.

Jinx is trying to show her something. Vi gestures for her to come closer, tipping her head to better read the pages at an angle. There's something about those symbols she doesn't like.

What the hell are they supposed to mean?

Vi looks around, but there's nothing near her that would indicate a code or anything similar to the symbols, either. Very soon, she's going to start looking for heavy or sharp objects to hurl at the glass, the good old-fashioned way. It'd be so much easier if she had her gauntlets. ]
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[personal profile] sodark 2025-05-31 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Cable nods like he understands. Whether he really does is between himself and Marvel Jesus.

At the question, he can't help scoffing.]


Barely. You really shit the bed. [He's being facetious. As facetious as someone who looks as serious as Cable is can be, anyway. Too many dumbfuck chefs in the kitchen, and the world's always on the precipice of ending.]

Doesn't usually bode well when people from different years disappear together into another world. [He's not yet convinced he isn't being trapped in a mind prison by some powerful telepath with a grudge. That would be normal.]
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-31 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
( and gustave grants this to her, to hold maelle until it's enough. she's always been so strong, so coolheaded about anything pertaining death, and even at the time it had struck her the most, she had not shed a tear. not because there is anything inherently wrong with her, but because she got used to it—losing people.

he is devastated to think that, knowing her, this reaction comes from that singular moment that he, too, remembers so vividly; makes his heart clench uncomfortably.

yet it certainly is like maelle to gather herself, to put on a brave face. gustave, for his part, doesn't mind it: letting her have her autonomy. her small smile encourages him that it'll be alright. he does allow himself one selfish act, which is to thumb away the remnant of tears where she's been unable to brush away herself.

he smiles, that usual quiet, playful smile of his. )


Really? And here I thought I did half a decent job.

( letting his hand linger against her cheek, he pulls it back, but does keep a hold of her hand. )

Don't tell me they gave you one of these automobiles? I hope you didn't tell anyone I'm your guardian. I don't know that I'll be able to take in all that debt.

( of her having a car of her own, but also of all the potential "destruction" she's left in her wake, being what he implies.

—it's easy, normal banter, because even if they are used to so much death, one of the reasons they are is because they can move around it in conversation, never quite letting their hearts settle on the horrors. whatever — happened, gustave is sure it will come up soon enough. )
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-31 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
( their lives have always boiled down to certainties. there was the certainty of a looming death, for one, suffocating as it was. but there were other nicer certainties, like having goals, the power in working together, creating for the benefit of all. there were certainly still uncertainties, but they were much less, in his mind.

for where there was certainty, there was a plan—there was a mission.

their mission. )


It puts a wrench on things, doesn't it?

( so far, it's two of them here, from what gustave has been able to find. that makes half of their expedition, and if maelle and lune are not here, they must be having a hard time. can't really expect esquie to stop being lazy and do the hard bits for them.

but gustave certainly understands what sciel is worried for.

down the hallway they go and, procuring a key from his pocket, he unlocks the door, opening it up and motioning sciel inside before him. )


I've been making some notes about this place. ( —he starts anew, once she's in, following her inside, and clicking the lights on, only to remember, right, the power outage. he makes a face and quickly goes to find a candle that the previous occupant had left behind, to light it with a match. ) Nothing too conclusive that I'd say is reliable, but we need to start somewhere.

( to understand their current situation.

the candle, once lit, he brings to the small table, one hand wrapped around the flame so that it doesn't go out. as he lets it settle, gustave asks, )


...what is it you remember last?
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[personal profile] tataille 2025-05-31 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe he did, kid. I hope so.

[ Course, the way Jack's talking, Benny's thinking maybe he didn't make it. He doesn't know this kid, Dean never mentioned him, but if Jack isn't even aware of his existence, it doesn't exactly bode well for this bayou cajun.

Nothing good happened, it seems. Or maybe he and Dean just parted ways after his return. Maybe he gets his revenge like he always wanted, and goes on to live a quiet life somewhere in bumfuck nowhere Louisiana, relying on 'donated' blood and living that good life.

Something tells him no, but a vampire can dream, now can't he? ]


Got a little cash too, not loving this debt situation, don't like owing people.

[ He's already gonna owe the hell out of Dean, and now here comes the kid with that open face and big heart, offering help like it doesn’t cost a damn thing. Benny’s not used to that, doesn't trust it one damn bit. Not 'cause he thinks Jack's lying, but because he's lived too long knowing nothing good comes without a catch.

But he's hungry. He hasn't eaten since he got here. Human food is fine and all, likes the taste, body just burns it off at some point. But that isn't what he needs right now. ]


But I think I'm runnin' outta options, here. Let’s go find me somethin’ red and plastic-sealed before I go and ruin my one chance at making a good impression.
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[personal profile] delaurentiis 2025-05-31 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Yesss. Yeeeesssss.

[Nandor's excitement builds quickly, a ferocious and triumphant growl in his voice. He is genuinely terribly excited, because an office friendship is all he's ever wanted.

Especially with someone handsome who says nice things, even if he has the putrid stink of organised religion upon him. Nobody's perfect. Except Nandor, who girlishly brushes his hair behind his ears.]


Do you really think so? It is from my homeland, Al Qolnidar.
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[personal profile] delaurentiis 2025-05-31 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nandor is hesitant, looking mournful about his motorcycle for a moment. Then he simply hurls it over his shoulder like it's nothing to him in value and weight.

He doesn't need to be asked twice, Nandor has been invited in so he can make himself comfortable as the Passenger Princess of this accursed vessel. He reaches over, starting to honk the horn repeatedly.]


Come on, Guillermo. We have to beat the sun! What are you doing?
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[personal profile] decussate 2025-05-31 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She follows, the crisp, measured tapping of her heels marking her presence behind him. Should she maybe get more appropriate shoes for a motorcycle? Yes but also don't be silly. ]

Who can say? Not so long ago, my own expectations were proven quite naive. I wouldn't want to give you an answer that I can't guarantee and risk seeming... deceptive.

[ Now that they've entered chit-chat territory, her voice has slowed to a leisurely pace, nearly a purr. ]

But it stands to reason that if there are two, there very well may be more. Perhaps we'll round a corner to find Monsieur Neuvillette at odds with a glass of local water.
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[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-05-31 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
There is quite a lot to take in.

[ Alphinaud nods in agreement. Yes, the road should probably be the first priority, for both driver and pedestrian, but clearly they've both gotten that a little mixed up. Lesson learned, really — and a good thing they both live to tell the tale and enact it.

Nevertheless — at her comment, he raises his eyebrows in relief. Or perhaps camaraderie? ]


Oh, you certainly aren't. I suspect there may yet be more of us in the coming days — at least I hope so.

[ If any of his other fellow Scions and friends show up to join the fray, there will be a handful already, and that's a comforting thought. They can get to the bottom of this strange situation, and figure out (yet again) a way to go home. ]

I do hope your vehicle is all right. [ He says now, gesturing back to her vehicle which has ... unfortunately stopped the traffic to some protest, if the loud shouts and colourful language yonder have anything to say about it. ] The same could not be said of mine, you see.
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[personal profile] frostfist 2025-05-31 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He snorts. Always with the water. (As if he's any different.) ]

Wouldn't that be a sight? Our esteemed Chief Justice dressed in full court regalia, sipping away at a goblet of water without a seeming care in the world.

[ He'd have a good laugh about it, that's for sure. And then very quickly come to very sobering terms about the ramifications of what it means to have Neuvillette here instead of there. Even now he sobers at the thought, some of the cheer fading from his voice. ]

As nice as that would be, I hope for all our sakes he doesn't find himself here any time soon. You and I may be [ hmmmmm ] important in our own ways, but it's quite possible the entirety of Fontaine would fall apart without him.

[ Literally. Why did Fontaine have to pick such an unstable power source to run off of?

True to his word, they veer off the main sidewalk and towards the entrance of a storefront. It's small but clean, and despite the few windows that dot the walls the interior is brightly lit. ]
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[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-31 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Megumi startles a bit. It's not unlike the way Hanami's weird inhuman sounds had suddenly started making perfect sense inside his head, back during their fight. He's not about to argue with the necessity, nonetheless.

He turns to the door on the right he'd been intending to look through in the first place. If anything looks promising the other way, his dog will bring it to his attention. ]


A lot of files and papers. And-- [ Jackpot? He really freaking hopes so-- ] A computer. "Quarantine in progress, release code required for exit."

[ Okay, not quite the jackpot. Progress, at least, but...

He's not a hacker, just the appropriate amount of generationally competent with technology. But goodness knows plenty of adults aren't. He grabs the nearest stack of papers and starts rifling through it. ]


Somebody might've written it down.
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potentialman: (Seeing my father cry.)

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-31 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He nods. "Familiar" is a better translation than any other word he's got, and semantics aren't really the important thing at the moment anyway. ]

I wanted to see if anyone's taking the moment to get opportunistic.

[ There seems to be a strong element of, ahem, morally flexible thought among the locals. If anyone is going to take the chance to stir up trouble, he'd rather make sure it gets nipped in the bud before too many people get dragged into it. ]
recitations: (013)

i think he's just misunderstood :pensive:

[personal profile] recitations 2025-05-31 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Showy motherfucker.

Which makes her a hypocrite, she knows, but she's definitely not this obnoxious. She walks on her own two feet and gets dressed with her own two hands. Whatever little bits of spell work she uses to make her life easier is just that — a convenience, as opposed to a necessity. But all of it, when done in front of someone else, becomes a descriptor for her. How she's perceived matters. Either this man doesn't give a shit about such things, or he's well aware of it and using it anyway.

So: showy motherfucker.

Still, she waits. Partially because the longer she stays the less she'd like to actually give away, partially because she's got none of his fancy many-eyes but she's trying to get a read on him anyway ( not a lot of obnoxious mage types, where she's from ). His attention's split, and her hand moves to rest on the spine of the codex at her side. Just in case.

Which becomes entirely unnecessary, but whatever. ]
Neither are you. [ Pot, kettle. It's not entirely helpful but she's not in the mood to be helpful; she's trying to figure out if he's going to be dangerous. ] Any other astute observations you feel like making?
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[personal profile] tricorn 2025-05-31 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He understood most of those words. ]

I didn't say I'm not. It's the logical leap that's caught my interest.
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[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-05-31 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I see. That seems sensible enough.

[ Alphinaud makes a quick study of said levers and buttons at his side, partially with as much as he can see from his seat and the rest by touch. He adjusts his seat as much as he deems comfortable to — as Cassian has said — reach the pedals at his feet.

And when he feels satisfied with the task, he looks back to Cassian again for direction. ]


Now I suppose ... we start the machine?
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-31 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
It's unnecessary. I know.

[And, potentially unwelcome. Of course he knows. Viktor still prefers the stability of what used to be his crutch, though he's unsure if it's really needed or just a matter of comfort. It isn't lost on him now, that Jayce was injured in the same way he was, just on the opposite side.

He hasn't yet bothered to drive his vehicle, knowing he'll have to make some adjustments to even fit inside. Now that Jayce is here, though, they can sort it out together. Decide what they're keeping and what they can dismantle for spare parts and to sell. Already he's comforted by the idea of working on something simple, together. How it should have been.

As they start to walk, Viktor puts a hand to the small of Jayce's back--a familiar gesture, but reversed.
]
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potentialman: (Cuddling.)

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-31 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pfft, drowning. What's a little near death experience among friends? Or acquaintances.

Hm. Pegasi and no machinery, though. He's lucked out in terms of adjusting to things, probably; the technology level is manageable enough to him, and the main difference has been getting used to some very different cultural attitudes. Weird parallel America had been his first thought, given the lax rule of law and the ridiculous prevalence of driving. ]


Most people would think of pegasi as stories where I come from, too. [ Jujutsu society has been mostly successful at pushing the fantastic out of public consciousness in modern times. Mostly. ] Have you been managing okay? That has to be...a lot.

[ Driving! He's familiar enough with cars to have mostly just had a moment of "wow, didn't see myself bothering to learn this for at least a few years if ever," but coming in without knowing what the hell they even are... ]
diplomatiste: (45)

[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-05-31 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Never mind that they still match as a pair with their complimentary colours and identical-everything-else!

This is their form of individuality, while still honouring their name and each other. Let it not be said that Alphinaud does not hold Alisaie with the highest regard, even though they may often bicker.

Now he looks to the intimidating machinery once more and feels the slight twinge of trepidation, wishing for his sister's 'YOLO' risk-taking streak. ]


I'm afraid to admit that I have not. Admittedly, it seemed an imposing task to take on by myself. But perhaps ... now that you're here we might test it?