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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] mechatheism 2025-06-02 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
I meant that I am going to steal them.

[Because, really, who is going to stop him? He’s eight feet tall and has a laser arm.]

If you don’t wish to be an accomplice, this is your chance to look away.
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-06-02 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[He takes no further chances, keeping her as far away from his as possible, even as (especially as) she tries to flail back within reach. The knife doesn’t hurt, but it is unpleasant. Viktor reminds himself that he must appear monstrous, and those here from other worlds may have other associations. He’s obviously never heard of this Strahd, but the idea that there might be something or someone similar to him out there in the universe is not exactly a good feeling.

He’ll keep her suspended, for now.
]

I want you to stop trying to stab me.

[Beyond being useless, it is sort of rude.]

I’m not going to harm you, but I will defend myself, if necessary.
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-06-02 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
She looks at him with a furrow in her brow, a distant discomfort like she's hearing a memory. It'd be easy for her to chalk it up as naive, but, they are words that would come out of her mouth. There is always hope, it's what keeps her going—not for herself, but for the sake of everyone else.

Would that she could hide behind her visor. She does her best to keep a mask up without it but it threatens to crack under his determination. She looks away, sighs, makes a slight show of begrudged acceptance, smirking.

"So what's the plan little one? Send everyone back to their homes, or heal this world?"
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-06-02 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[[That was different. An Zhe considered this. He held the potatoes out until Viktor took them (he'd wait).

And then he turned. Around. To look away and pick up more potatoes.]]

I don't see anything.
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-06-02 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ When he leaves she pulls the binder back to her chest and surfaces. She can't tread the water any longer. The ceiling is still out of reach but she's hoping that was enough time for her mystery savior to study the symbols... if this was even the right one.

Not one to normally trust or rely on anyone else she can't stay still. She flips the binder back open and studies the symbols again, trying to commit them to memory or gleam any additional clues. She wished there was a better way to communicate with him. The Alimbic were telepathic but she's nothing of the sort and she doubts he is either.

Truly, Samus Aran wished violence could be the answer here and she swims towards one of the doors. She dives to tug and pull on the handle, mostly amounting to her taking her frustrations out on it. Nothing gives. She turns around and sees heads bobbing in the water and, yes, finally; violence is the answer as he tries to punch one but all it seems to amount to is a splash of water.
]
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2025-06-02 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eddie has been avoiding theft himself for the time being. It’s not like it’s difficult to accomplish. There are no alarms or scanners at the entrance of the store, and he’s watched more than one person walk out with blatantly full pockets when the checkout attendants are distracted. It doesn’t bother him to watch it happen, and it doesn’t bother him that he’s just been given a stolen candy bar, but his own personal doctrine causes him hesitation when it comes to performing the act himself.

His father left him with an interesting set of skills: hot-wiring, lock picking, and the best way to make it out of any shop without paying for something. They can and have all been useful, but unfortunately Eddie has some semblance of a moral compass and doesn’t like to put those skills to work unless absolutely necessary. Thus far, he doesn’t deem it necessary. Give it three days.
]

Eddie. Pleasure doing business with you.

[ He shakes Jesse’s hand and rips the packaging open, his heart practically soaring when he sees that beautiful combo of cheap chocolate and caramel. It’s every dentist’s nightmare, and Eddie could cry when he bites into it. ]

Well, I can feel my teeth rotting, so…

[ That’s a good thing. But he trails off and theatrically pretends to mull it over, letting his gaze drift over Jesse’s shoulder and toward the end of the ever-growing cheese line as he chews slowly and looks thoughtful, like he’s judging what he’s just put in his mouth. He’ll surely send him to the end of the line at any moment—

But he doesn’t. Instead, he breaks and laughs.
]

Nah, man, it’s incredible. You’re off the hook. You've managed to evade the dreaded cheese line until next time.
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-06-02 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
She gestures for him to take a seat and she elects to stand for now. It wasn't a large place as many of the best places are, and there was an impetus to seek shelter from the dreary weather as well. She'll find a stool once one opens up. She wants him to sit first and hovers around the stool protectively until he obliges.

The need-to-be-cleaned laminated menus come with pictures. She slides it to him to peruse. "Don't overthink it. Point at whatever looks good to you."
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-06-02 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
There were a few awkward glances between her and the seat as An Zhe parsed together the expectation here. Ah. Well? Time to climb up on the stool then? Alright.

The menu offered more questions than answers, some of the pictures piled high with ingredients An Zhe had never seen before. They all looked very intriguing and also very expensive. Seeing as anything was going to be an adventure into the unknown, An Zhe pointed at one of the simpler bowls to discover whatever a tonkatsu broth might be.

The motion was met with a hearty "Osu!" from behind the counter, which startled a "Thank you??" from An Zhe. What a passionate food person!

And as was the nature of many a ramen stand, it did not take long for one of the other stools to vacate.
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[personal profile] tolight 2025-06-02 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ 'A marvelous manipulation of fate' — that's what it was for her as well, wasn't it? The thought softens her expression, watching Arlecchino as she continues to work. It never occurred to her that she'd meet a kindred spirit in a place like this — granted, she wasn't really aware of the existence of entire worlds outside of her own up until earlier today, so it's not like she had a ton of time to think about it — but it's ... nice. They don't need to know every detail of their triumph to know that the sentiment is shared.

So— ]


My congratulations to you, as well. [ From one success story to another. Lucina's smiling, should they meet eyes, before it drops back down to the tire. ] I'm certain your efforts played no small part in your victory — there's nothing 'simple' about the work of a diplomat, at least from what I've seen.

[ She has vague memories of her father always looking more exhausted after returning from court, compared to a full day of training. Which probably speaks a little more to who Chrom was as a person more than anything else, but she's also taken after him in that regard. ]
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[personal profile] pse 2025-06-02 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ If Kimiko knew any of that, she'd find him a better looking geriatric than Soldier Boy. But the corners of her mouth perk up when he mentions New York. As much as she would like to return home to Japan someday, New York is the first place in a long time where she felt free, and like a person.

It's probably redundant to say Kimiko is quiet for the next fifteen or so minutes of driving. As promised, she lets Miguel control the radio to his heart's content. Occasionally, they get something other than static and local talk radio advertisements, but it rarely sounds like music. Maybe there are tape cassettes under the seat or in the back?

After a bit, though, she slows the car to a stop.

Laid out haphazardly across the road is a cluster of at least seven two-by-four planks of wood with long nails protruding upward. There isn't a wide enough berth on either side of the road to pull off and safely drive around them.

Exhaling soundlessly, Kimiko takes her hands off the wheel, puts the car in park, and starts to unbuckle her seat belt. ]
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2025-06-02 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ People do talk, and when you’re the town screw-up or the local freak…it doesn’t tend to result in a lot of kindness. Even worse when you refuse to comply and fit into the box they want you to fit into. Eddie was viewed as a delinquent back home—judged harshly based on family name and appearance, and while these judgements aren’t totally wrong, he likes to keep the amount he uses his more unsavory talents to a minimum. But desperate times…And it’s not like the hotel is going to clear their tabs just because the lights went out. The staff basically owe all of them vending machine snacks. ]

None of them are loose yet.

[ He grins, cracks his knuckles, shakes out his noodle arms, and rolls up his sleeves. ]

But, uh, sounds good to me. Shall we?
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a.

[personal profile] onychinus 2025-06-02 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ the vehicle could, clearly, from all angles could use some work. had this been back in the n109 zone there would have been no shortage of ways to improve upon this junk they're passing as a car, but he comprehends that they're simply not given the luxury here. he doesn't mistake what he's gradually become accustomed to as a given; his own tumultuous life had made certain that it's been a lesson long learned.

in situations like this, adapting was imperative... and if driving this shoddy excuse for a ride, then it'd have to do. at the same time, it doesn't mean he won't test a few cars on the lot first. when sylus steps out of the vehicle, he hears the voice and gives a noncommittal hum.
]

Yes, no, maybe so. If you consider the sounds of it almost breaking down at every turn as pleasant, then you're welcome to try yourself. [ he says as he is now tossing her the car keys. just like that. ]
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[personal profile] decussate 2025-06-02 10:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Arlecchino doesn't look up from her wrenching, but Lucina's smile doesn't need to be seen to be felt. In truth, Lucina is completely correct. The Knave's work was not simple or straightforward, or even completely noble; that smile might disappear quickly if its owner knew what had to be done in pursuit of the truth.

The results were undeniable: Fontaine saved, and all her children with it. That is something to be congratulated about, and indeed something Arlecchino finds great satisfaction in. Yet it feels odd to have someone else smile so warmly to her about it. One of the benefits of anonymity, perhaps. Given her reputation, few outside her organization (and even within it) would find reason or courage to smile with sincerity at her. ]


Very astute of you. There is much preparation required for any one meeting with even a single dignitary. The gifts you bring, the clothes you wear, where you happen to sit, and even the small talk you make. All must be carefully planned, and the results carefully dissected.

[ She neatly arranges the removed lug nuts on the floor before giving the flat tire an experimental pull. Luckily, it comes off without any complications. She sets it aside before finally turning pointed eyes back to Lucina. ]

Does a simple soldier often deal with diplomats?
chromiums: until the real forklift operator shows up (everybody's a forklift operator)

apologies for the delay!

[personal profile] chromiums 2025-06-02 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's younger, she realizes. he may not know about her yet, if he's even met her mother at that point. it's not fair, in that case, to hold the fact that he doesn't know her against him.

there's plenty of time for that once she gets him out of here.

it's clear from the total lack of evidence from the impact she knows was made against the door, aside from the metal scrunching up like an accordion and the walls shaking, that continuing to beat against it won't do anything. she tries once more in spite of it, in case it's a fluke. nothing.

letting the rod drop, she looks around at what she can see of the interior of the room he's trapped in. it's difficult to see given the dark and the water, but she spots something glinting on a table towards the back. she lets the glow encircle her hands again, trying to get his attention. ]


Back there! There's something on that table, maybe there's instructions.
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-06-02 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's seen similar displays of magic (or chroma, same difference) in his time, but the escalation is so severe that it actually startles Verso. So much that he actually blinks, taking a step back when he watches one of the vehicles skid away, lanced through by spears of violet magic.

Okay, then. At least he's in good hands, here.]


Swatting them away like gnats already? You don't waste time.

[Verso, however, urges magic to coalesce around his blade. The length of it becomes wrapped in light, vibrating along the steel, like it were simply waiting to be released — because it is.]

Let me try.

[Almost casually, he slashes diagonally with his blade. Slashes of bright light sudden cut across the front of another vehicle, making steel scream and windshields shatter. The men inside scream angrily and holler with alarm. One such magical "cut" slashes right through the front tires, too, causing it to spin out.

Great as that is, there are still other vehicles coming straight at them, sure to stop soon enough. The men that pile out all seem to be carrying firearms, because of course they do.]
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[personal profile] ginghamed 2025-06-02 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the smirk is enough to prompt a raised eyebrow before she watches him throw himself at the assailant, though her attention's drawn back to the woman before long. she tells her she's fine and dorothy is somewhat skeptical as she looks her over, but it appears to be true aside from the shock of the attack.

the man who'd rushed into danger tells her to get the woman out of here, and she nods, mostly to herself, before taking one of the woman's hands and guiding her arm around her waist. ]


I'm gonna get it back. But we need to get you to safety, okay? Which one is your room?
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-06-02 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lucky for her that she's found a man that's hard to give brain damage to, all things considered. Though utterly woozy when he cracks open his eyes to view the grey sky and Kimiko's face, he seems to at least focus on the single finger she's also holding up. A little bafflingly.

Then a little sarcastically, still mostly confused, but just instinctively-]


Four.

[Not helpful, sorry. He really does see one finger, but he can't help himself.

And if she's keen-eyed, it might be hard to miss the way a gash across his forehead, eking a small ribbon of blood, is slowly closing up on its own...]
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[personal profile] virtuose 2025-06-02 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[It wasn't that she was ungrateful that he was back somehow. But on top of their arrival here and the circumstances that followed, it felt like one surreal occurrence after another, with Gustave being alive taking the cake. Much like when they landed on the continent, none of them were truly equipped to expect what they were going to face, rolling the punches as they come.

It didn't help that she had just seen an apparition of Gustave before they had gone up against Sirene either. The wound was fresh, and fate kept picking at it.

Maelle scoffs lightly at the mention of him getting into trouble. Wasn't that her job, not his?]


Lucky for him, you were around to save him. [Or so she assumes. A nod follows after.] I know he's real.

[The warmth she felt in his embrace was undeniable, enough to make her believe, to cast away any doubt that plagued her mind. But the worry that ate at the edges of my consciousness was of what came after. Not of how long they would have with him, nor the expectation of them back home, but of his fate and what he knew about it.]

It seems like we're going to have to juggle all this on top of learning more about this place. Maybe your cards can give us more insight?
Edited 2025-06-02 16:05 (UTC)
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-06-02 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a great deal that's intriguing about what Charles is saying, and his word choice. He assumes that evolved, here, means something biological, a divergence from humanity instead of an overwriting, as he'd recently attempted.

"Yes," he answers after some consideration. "Though I'm not sure what."

It hasn't occurred to him that someone might be able to detect his power in this place, and without ever needing to temper or hide it, Viktor wonders if he hasn't made a mistake. Still, Charles seems more curious than anything, and not afraid. That much is probably important.

"A mage, of sorts. But the first of my kind."

Someone who has achieved his power through technological means--as the Doctor said, the apex form of Hextech.

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[personal profile] pse 2025-06-02 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The sarcasm doesn't go unnoticed. Kimiko's frantic, eagle-eyed concern quickly transitions into an eyeroll.

She gestures:
— Point to him with a single finger (you).
— Five fingers spread flat and lowering an inch (stay prone).

Yes, she noticed the cut knitting itself back together. It doesn't necessarily mean he's like her. It might just be that this new place is weird and has its own rules. And if he is a Supe, or supe-adjacent, then... she'll deal with that at a later time. She's only been in Panorama for a few weeks. That isn't enough time to come to any significant conclusions about her role in Butcher's crusade.

And she needs to deal with her vehicle. Slanted between a tree and the edge of a hill, there isn't actually a lot of damage to the engine compartment. The front bumper seems to have absorbed most of it.

Verso is left on the ground as she goes to pull a two-point-three thousand kilo sport utility vehicle up a ditch and onto a flat plane. It may take her a few minutes.

On the plus side, he'll have a trifling coyote for company. Not content with the damage it already caused, it returns to try to bite his arm. ]
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[personal profile] virtuose 2025-06-02 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Feeling his hand brush up against her cheeks, she doesn't pull away, not immediately, still relishing in his presence, processing it and taking it all in. But still, she scoffs slightly at the display of affection and worry that suddenly overcomes him.]

I haven't run over anyone, if that's what you're asking.

[It's not, she knows. There were some near misses, sure, but she was able to stop before anything happened to them, her, or her car. But that wasn't something Gustave needed to know outright. There were enough things to worry about here, and what he doesn't know won't hurt him. And her.]

Don't think that I can handle paying it off on my own?

[The teasing comes effortlessly as Maelle slips into a pattern that she is used to with Gustave, unsure how to broach the topic of what happened the last time she saw him. It's not something that she was willing to ask just yet as she planned out how to navigate her next steps regarding it. For now, some semblance of normalcy between them was all she could muster.

And in a place that was both new and different for the both of them, it was enough for now.]
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-06-02 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I mislike having my time wasted.

[ Yes, because that is what a band of vicious, firearm-wielding attackers are doing here. Wasting his time. He doesn’t seem overly worried about actually getting hurt or killed, but given the power he’s just displayed with a mere finger snap, it’s probably easy to assume that Emet-Selch is a man rather used to hovering near the top of the proverbial food chain.

He does turn to watch whatever it is Verso does – definitely magic of some sort, and he seems rather adept with it. Good. He won’t be carrying this battle all by himself.

The people in the remaining vehicles pop their heads out of the windows, weapons brought to bear. The thunder of gunfire is lost in the roar of approaching engines, but all the same, Emet-Selch lifts a hand, a translucent bubble springing up around him and Verso. It flashes brightly where the bullets make impact, but otherwise doesn’t seem to waver. ]


If you care to do that little trick again, now would be the time.
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-06-02 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Death has loomed large these past few weeks, its shadow stretching toward everyone he knows and loves, and yet that weight, when it reached him, had begun to feel almost peaceful. Now that it presses against chest and seals the air from his lungs, he can't imagine how he ever saw it that way. He's barely cognizant of the feeling of wings wrapping around him, keeping him from properly drowning for the few seconds it takes for Marc to finish entering the code. His patron's protection; though it feels different somehow, strange as it had been when he first set foot in Barovia.

He doesn't have time to think about it. The water rushes up and away, and then Adrian is doubled over on his knees, head pounding, coughing up dark water. He looks up at the sound of footsteps, relief washing over him in a rush. ]


You— [ He coughs around it. So much for that thank you. ] Are you hurt?

[ He's already reaching for the edge of a desk to try hauling himself up. He has little magic left, but he remembers the blood. There's something terribly wrong with this place, and it only feels more wrong by the second. ]
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[personal profile] oomfies 2025-06-02 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lottie's brain is catching up, momentarily distracted by the vivid green of her eyes and how easy she makes it seem. Or, how easy it actually is? She readjusts the grip on her things, nodding. Taking careful step after step up the stairs and making sure she follows, glancing over her shoulder when she does. ]

Do you live on the same floor as me?

[ Were they neighbors this whole time?! ]
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-06-02 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
That's fair.

[ Scott says with a smile, letting Erik know that he respects the other's decision to remain where he is despite the setbacks he mentioned to Scott. There's something admirable about keeping to a career or a job one doesn't dislike even with the meager pay. He's not about to judge anyone because of that. ]

Didn't know teaching is my calling, too, but here we are. [ He slightly raises his glass to Erik, then takes a sip of his drink. ] Life's full of surprises that way.