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TEST DRIVE ∞ May 2025

Test Drive ∞ May 2025
The First Collision
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Jump ⇅ :: ArrivalPanoramaFringesInvite Request
The Diadem is an invite-only panfandom game set in a retro-futuristic world where uprooted souls find themselves deep within an eerie wasteland of roads and highways frequently assailed by cosmic storms. Three united strongholds keep the population. Its capital is Panorama, a large metropolis at the planet's center.

Soon, you realize you aren't alone. Calling themselves fluxdrifts, the "locals" have similar stories to you, either for themselves or their ancestry. You speak to an old woman who claims she hailed from another star. You meet a young man who says his great-great-grandfather knew a strange language everybody spoke "back home." As you explore, you stumble across a coin you recognize or your sister's locket. How did it get here? What does this mean? That's for you to discover.

But first, you need to find a ride.

No invites needed to play on the TDM. Everyone's welcome! Use the Invite Request thread below to request an invite from another player.

∞ Summary ∞
IC-wise, arrivals are scattered throughout the month. Events described on the TDM are also ongoing throughout the month. If you'd rather jump right into the action, you're free to begin in media res with your character having already been on the planet for several days.

Post-impact, characters will wake up in a med tent by the Scrapyard. From there, they must accept a vehicle on loan and make the 2-hour drive to the nearest city, Panorama. If they refuse the car because they don't want the loan, they'll be in debt for medical bills instead...so just take the car. It'll come in handy.

Some things to keep in mind when bringing in your character:

  • Pick an injury. At minimum, they got knocked out; at most, whatever they can recover from. Medicine is decently advanced so they'll heal faster if not painlessly.
  • Decide items kept. Reasonable items on their person only: photos, keys, clothes, costumes. No pets or animal companions. Wildly out-of-place tech and personal cell phones will be damaged beyond repair.
  • Select a weapon. Do this only if eligible. Guidelines about weapons and powers are on the FAQ.
  • Choose a vehicle. Decide whether your character gets 2-3 options or if they're stuck with something they hate. Players can pick directly from our collection or source their own images. Anything under a similar aesthetic will work. If your character needs accommodations for driving, they can have them. Ask us for details.
  • Get a phone. Characters have to obtain a phone (and a SIM card) themselves. If they've got one from home, it's damaged beyond repair. Phones are cheap. It'll only take a couple of weeks to afford one. You need to know the number before you text or call anyone. Read about phones and the Forum before you hop on it.

TDM threads can be canon if characters are accepted. Top-levels made to the TDM should be open to all.
TDM Questions? Here — Game Questions? FAQ
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Fluxdrift
Arrival & Introduction
Date: Throughout May
You've tumbled over a cliff. You were fighting for your life. You're on the cusp of death. You slipped in the shower. Whatever the catalyst, you struggle to cling to consciousness. As darkness overtakes you, a swirling vortex warps light and shadow in a way that defies all physics. A dark wail etches into your very bones. You couldn't describe it if you tried. You can barely comprehend what it is.

Then you open your eyes.


Through the figure's mask ©, you swear the face is grinning down at you. The tent you're in smells of antiseptic, and scratchy blankets line your cot. Injuries you've sustained have been bandaged. In the corner, you spot a MedBot that's fixed you up. Depending on the extent of your injuries, the doctor on duty might give you some painkillers before you go. Thankfully, your belongings are by the exit. Sorry if anything's damaged. Your landing was pretty rough.

You follow the figure outside. They are Yom Crook, here to lend a hand to fellow fluxdrifts like yourself. Their car's parked beside them. Actually, there are lots of cars around, but Yom Crook's stands out with its painted shark mouth. They explain they found you, unconscious, in a diffusion zone and brought you here. The nearest city is a 2-hour drive northeast. Forget about walking. You'll never make it. Also, you owe the doctor a lot of money for patching you up. But you're in luck: they've got some wheels for you and if you accept the vehicle on loan, Yom Crook will cover your medical bills. That's a good deal, right? It's not the shiniest car or motorcycle, but it'll do. If fortune favors, you'll get to choose between two or three options. Plus, if you need accommodations to drive—like adjustments to your seat height or modified controls—you'll receive all that for free.

Take the vehicle. (And the loan.) Yom Crook assures you that you'll have six months before collectors come around. Any time you're ready to pay a part of it down, return here to the Scrapyard. You'll get a receipt and everything. Paying off the loan in six months isn't impossible, but it will take a lot of work. Just don't get too lax. There's a good chance you'll be juggling multiple loans as you try to get by.

You either know how to drive, or you'll have a bare-bones manual to get you started. Road rules are more a suggestion than enforced, so just hit the pedal and go. The car has some basic features. The built-in compass will help you navigate.

OPTIONAL PROMPTS: a flat tire; a body on the road (is it a trap?); a fender bender

Panorama
Explore & Settle In
Conditions: Warm spring temperatures, light showers
After 2 hours on the road, you find civilization. The largest of the strongholds, Panorama is where the economy thrives. Massive power plants glowing red make it visible from a distance. The city is divided into three districts. For now, you can access the Pavilion and the Blocks. Don't worry about the Sanctum; they're not letting you in.

You only need to know two things about Panorama: 1) it's big, the size of a modern metropolis, and you'll need your car to get around; 2) anything goes as long as you don't pick a fight with the wrong person. Street smarts will get you far. Despite its geographical size, the population isn't huge. With roughly a million people in a city designed for over twice that number, Panorama is far from deserted, but nor is it overcrowded. It's a good thing. Resources are limited as it is.
The Pavilion: Free Samples
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Like any large city, Panorama features a couple of supermarkets. The stock's not as consistent as a proper supermarket. On occasion, shelves can remain cleaned out for a week or two. Regardless, the long tradition of free samples remains. If you're not already shopping, you'll notice the crowded parking lot and clusters of lines inside.

Try samples, push through the crowds as you shop, or give yourself a five-finger discount. If you're cautious, you can pocket a few small items without consequences. The Pavillion doesn't have the infrastructure for surveillance; unless someone sees you, you won't be caught. Steal from the store or pilfer someone's wallet. Maybe you even make a new friend if you bump into another fluxdrift. Or, start a fight with somebody who cut you off in the cheese line. Don't make too much of a ruckus, or you'll be thrown out.

As you look around, you'll see posters advertising temporary positions for the cash register or graveyard shifts in the warehouse. Seems they might've lost several employees recently (how'd that happen?), which is good for you! It's just a 6-week position, but it'll get you on your feet. The city has temporary positions like this all over. Permanent ones are harder to come by when you're new.
Samples include: steamed cabbage dumplings, synthetic cherry juice, cheddar cheese, and chocolate-covered alien eggs (it's crunchy and weirdly tasty). They're served in the usual throwaway paper cups with little toothpicks.
The Blocks: Power Outage
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Power's finicky in Panorama, especially in the Blocks. Saint Margery's Hospital, located in the same area, has priority for power so the first to go are the motels. Maybe you've been in your room for a couple of weeks, maybe you just got here—and by the way, every motel desk is happy to put the fee on your tab if you don't have the money upfront—but all the motels on the east side are in a blackout, leaving only the west side motels up and running.

What do you do? You have three choices:

  • Risk leaving your room and head to the other side where there's power. Knock on some doors and negotiate with another to share the room. They might shut the door in your face, ask for a favor in return, or be nice enough to help you with no strings attached. There's no guarantee your unattended room will be untouched, though, and you'll be on the hook for any damages an intruder causes.
  • Sit in the dark and deal. It's not the worst idea, but the TV's down, the vending machines are powered down, and with the entire place plunged into darkness, you risk getting robbed. If you struggle with defending yourself, you might want to find some trustworthy company. You can also sneak out of there and let them take your leftover pizza. It's not like you've got a ton of valuables, right? Plus, clobbering someone in the face with a frying pan sounds great until you realize you've gotta do something with the body. And what if this person's got a friend waiting?
  • Get in your car and drive (or grab a friend for a road trip). If you scroll the Forum, you might notice reports on diffusion zones southward. Besides, these motels are hardly your forever home. The city can only provide so much. Why not go for a ride and see what you can find out there?

OPTIONAL PROMPTS: clean up on aisle 3 (what is that goo?); a knock at your door but no one's there; you hear screaming or a commotion down the hall


The Fringes
Quad 3: Lockdown
Conditions: Stormy, with flooding roads
Felix Bjurstrom
> Date: 125-05-17
> Time: 02:15:57

> Emergency road lights have been reported in Quadrant 3! Please, can someone go see what's there? When last we chasers investigated emergency lights, a whole truck filled with sour candy had tipped over. Our stores were stocked for weeks! Oh, be careful - reception looks bad in that zone.
Whether you end up here on your own or you were following a tip on the Forum, the outcome is the same: you come to a stop in front of a 2-story office building that's flooded several inches deep. Emergency lights from a roadblock flicker through the stormy night. Stepping out of your car, you're soaked within seconds. When you check your phone, you don't have any bars. No calls in or out.

Through the open windows, a computer awakens and displays a cheerful smile. The lights inside switch on.

Pick your scenario role below. Your thread partner doesn't need to take the opposite role! They can join you in the same scenario (i.e. trapped together). Players are also free to create a generic NPC for the other side to facilitate the thread.

After characters escape, they'll find one bottle of antibiotics in their pocket or car, whether they remember taking it or not.


A: Sealed In
As you peer through the windows, you see crates of medicine floating around. Antibiotics in the diadem are valuable. Hospitals and doctors are always buying. You can keep it for yourself or make a quick buck. Or maybe you're compelled to help somebody back in the city who's in need. Whatever the reason, you decide to take the risk and step inside.

Water splashes around your ankles. The lock buzzes behind you. If you try to break the windows, you discover they're unnaturally resistant to shattering. With the whole place locked tight, the water begins to churn. Then the computer lights up again.

Warning, it flashes in large, bold text. Quarantine in progress. Release code required for exit.
  • To find the code, you'll have to search. Duck under the water, go through sopping envelopes and sticky notes or pick the locks on the filing cabinets and desk drawers. You can also try hacking the computers. Use your computer knowledge or fall back on the age-old trick of seeing who wrote down their password.
  • The files, notepads, and emails start innocuous, but as you look through them, disturbing phrases jump out at you—a dark thought you've had or a cruel taunt from someone in your past. The longer you're fixed on the terrible words, the higher the water begins to rise. Only another can break you out of your trance.
  • With the rising water comes fear. And the more you're afraid, the more the water also rises. You begin to see faces in the water, bobbing like balloon heads. Do you recognize them? If you move to take a closer look, they will sink back beneath the surface as if never there.
  • If you manage to swallow your panic, you can eventually find a triple-laminated binder with the release code and instructions. Bad news: you need someone on the outside to punch in the 6 strange symbols in order. The instructions explain that the code panel is located at the back of the building.
Let's hope a friendly face comes along.

B: Set Free
As you peer through the windows, you see not just the crates of medicine but someone trapped inside. They look like they might be in trouble, and from your vantage point, you notice that the water is bubbling strangely. It's definitely not normal rainwater. As you watch, the water rises unnaturally, stopping and starting. It's as if the water level is responding to an external stimulus.
  • The glass is soundproof. You can't hear what the person inside is saying, so you'll have to communicate with each other another way. Try charades, typing on your phone, or whatever you think of. Eventually, you determine that they're stuck and that you need to enter some sort of code onto a pad located—according to your trapped partner—at the back of the building.
  • Around the back, shadows swallow your surroundings. The panel must be pried open, but a slippery substance makes it hard to get a good grip. Each time the substance touches you, you grow uneasy. You swear you see eyes watching you, though when you turn around, nothing's there.
  • You can't seem to keep the instructions in your mind. And those symbols...they burn into your retinas. Through them, you glimpse an incomprehensibly massive figure unfurling in the darkness, pulsing as if in a deep sleep. When you snap back to reality, you realize you've injured yourself, slicing your hand on a sharp edge or a bruise you can't remember getting.
  • Once you manage to release the doors, the water inside the office drains upward into the sky as though sucked out by a giant hose. The darkness spreads. Get out of there fast before the shadows drag you or your partner into the void.
Of course, you don't have to help anyone. You can leave the individual there, make a deal, or outright extort them. But remember, you're not the only person on these roads. You might want to play your cards carefully, even if altruism isn't your first instinct.
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-06-03 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ The fact that he agrees to Fern's terms without any sort of whining or protest earns him an ounce of respect, at least. He isn't asking her to do anything he wouldn't also do himself, and that counts for something.

(And yes, he totally put the tray down.)

Fern's eyes follow the cup as he picks it up, and she has to admit that it looks like a fairly safe choice, all things considered. Then again, there had been those meat pie pastries offered to Alden and Adrian that they had suffered for eating, so one can never be too sure. ]


Liyue? [ She repeats the place-name awkwardly. It's not one she knows.

All in one bite, is it? Then he's no coward. Fern nods, relieved to find that there are at least two decent food items from the variety of samples.

There are more to try, though, and after a beat of hesitation, she grabs for the one that supposedly has some kind of alien egg. She picks it up, holding it between her fingers for a few moments in quiet consideration.

... ]


Do you know what an "alien" is? [ She's never heard of such a thing. ]
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-06-03 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ If there was any other way he would have chosen it, but this is looking bad. Charles can see the water and he has that sense in the pit of his stomach that this is just the start. Normally he's right about these things. Luckily Megumi seems to accept it for what it is and the necessity, he can do an official apology later when he gets the youth out of there. ]

I'll look. There's not a great deal on this side written though.

[ Charles will do his best regardless, he can't imagine that it will be as easy as they'd both like it to be. He moves around the room looking everywhere for a code of some kind, but nothing is working for him. Since they are mentally connected he doesn't physically need to stay in the same room, so he wheels outside where they haven't been yet, unsure if for some reason a secret code would be there.

Instead he finds a panel toward the back with a strange set of symbols as possibilities rather than the typical numbers that he's used to. The darkness on the edges of his vision starts to set in but Charles is focused on what they're doing. ]


There is technology of some kind back here, it looks like it could have a code placed on it.
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-06-03 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
( Charles takes them but makes certain she is keeping some of her own, he said to split it intentionally, he's not going to take all her food from her. It is more of a stash than he was capable of getting and it will likely tide him over until the next day, which is something he was not looking forward to figuring out well. Sometimes the kindness of strangers does come through for him; he'd forgotten that in his dark spiral into skepticism. He used to be a very hopeful and positive man, and while he may never lose the edge he has now, he likes to think he could get partially back there. Whether she knows it or not, she's helping that.)

I don't believe I've heard of that before. But yes, I'm from England, originally. I moved to New York as a youth.

( He never lost his accent and returned to England once he could, but in the end, his New York estate became his forever home. What a horrible thing, living in a glorious mansion with his beloved students, at least in the future he hopefully will be. And yet he is here instead. With no obvious way forward outside of surviving.

He eats a dumpling and it eases some of the deep hunger that was starting to invade his body on top of the constant headache. The fact it also tastes good is appreciated given that he wasn't hoping for the best at this point. He was going to take what they had to offer.

He has no way of asking her about the blocks on her mind without being the person knocking at them, so he might have to wait.)


I've only been here a short time, I'm afraid it is very different from what I know. I lived in a quiet part of the state.
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2025-06-03 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eddie glances at Arthur like he’s just spoken some form of alien language. German cars are not necessarily his forte (the only one he can recall really seeing around town is Harrington’s BMW), and chances of him ever hearing any of those terms pronounced properly are slim, but all he really needs to know is that it I a Volkswagen, and it works similarly to any other one he’s seen. ]

Gonna be honest, I’ve never seen this model before either, but uh…seems pretty standard, and it sounds like you’ve already fought half the battle.

[ He spends the next few minutes walking Arthur through the basics and filling the gaps in his vehicle knowledge—windshield wipers, lights, when and how to shift gears. It’s a quick and dirty driver’s ed course, all packed into about five minutes. It’s not everything, and the rules of the road don't factor into it at all, but it should ensure Arthur can effectively hit the road and make his way to civilization.

But his eyebrows knit together as Arthur paints a grim picture of his home. Eddie had initially assumed he came from a town in which he no one had need of a vehicle, but “stripped husks” makes it sounds a little less idyllic and a lot more apocalyptic.
]

Jesus, dude. Where are you from anyway?
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[personal profile] avo 2025-06-03 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Genuinely — what?

This has Matt pausing, turning to get a feel for the loud presence. He can sense the adrenaline in her veins, the way she's ramped herself up as though she might pick something with him. But she is just a kid, and an exuberant one at that — so she gets a pass on blowing his cover. ]


A ninja, huh?

[ He's ... still a little doubtful about that. ]

Last I heard, ninjutsu stresses the art of stealth and keeping to the shadows.

[ She may as well have blasted a siren along the floor, alerting them to their position.

So much for the sneak attack. ]
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[personal profile] sodark 2025-06-03 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
When there's a credible threat, sure. [He's focused and his eye is glowing brightly, but he spares her a moment of attention to give her a dirty look.]

Can't all come running in with a bent lamp.

[Dryly, he starts to scan his eye across the room. Slow and meticulous.]

It's clear. [He steps away from shielding her, lowering his gun as he approaches the window and peers outside.]
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[personal profile] avo 2025-06-03 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ He chuckles now, shaking his head. ]

No, no — I can follow along.

[ He gestures with a hand. ]

Go ahead.

[ Don't worry about him. Just a regular run-of-the-mill blind guy, who also happens to be able to avoid bumping into things when he chooses not to. ]
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[personal profile] avo 2025-06-03 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Sure, go ahead.

[ With his job of patching Cassian up more or less concluded, Matt sits back and begins to put things back into the box where they belong, so he can ... well, use them again in the near future.

Likely for himself, but that's neither here nor there.

And while he does so, he waits for Cassian to ask whatever it is he has to ask. ]
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-06-03 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's quite the collection of samples. Between the ones that Fern retrieved for herself and this girl's additions, they truly do have a feast before them. It's more than enough to count as a meal in Fern's estimation.

Before she can speak to any of that, however, the girl gives her name. Which is a perfectly normal thing to do, yet Fern still stares at her for a good three second before she nods in acknowledgement. That name is a bit of a mouthful, isn't it? Not unlike "Alden Ravenbrooke" or "Adrian Silverleaf." Hmm.

In contrast to that: ]
I'm Fern. [ Again, her gaze scans over the cornucopia of sample cups. ] Thank you for these. Is this normally how they feed you when you work here? [ Samples are all well and good, but it's not exactly a proper meal if it's your lunch day after day. She can't help but think that this Alisaie deserves better.

Nonetheless, she grabs for one of the cups so she can start to dig in, popping a small cube of cheese into her mouth. If her fangs hadn't been obvious before, they are in that moment when she briefly opens wide. ]
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[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-06-03 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I should really hope not to hit anything. At least nothing intentionally.

[ Thanks for the sound advice tho, Cassian.

Having absorbed the run-down of the car's general mechanics in a way that Alphinaud can better understand over the abstract diagrams and jargon hidden within the manual, he starts the ignition and feels the hum of the car's engine around them, not quite unlike some of Cid's allagan tech back home. It's remarkably different, of course, but at least it's familiar enough for Alphinaud not to feel perturbed.

He flicks on the headlights, looks to the mirrors, checks the wide asphalt space ahead, and takes a deep breath ... before he steps on the gas pedal ... very, very, gently.

The car inches forward with the pace of a geriatric snail. ]
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-06-03 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Somehow it seems worse for him to make inferences, as he says. Fern would rather he simply understand what she is rather than having to guess at it. Especially given that he's already explained his nature as a dhampir to her.

She'll get to it when there's a good moment to do so. For now, she shrugs when he thanks her. It had been a close thing, but her naturally keeping her distance had saved him a stab to the ribs (unlike her earlier encounter with that metal creature who rudely suspended her in the air for her trouble). ]


I have yet to meet a vampire I didn't have a need to stab. [ To give her actions some context. ] Strahd and his brides are likely similar to the ones you mentioned before. [ There's a pause as she peruses him, before she adds: ] You said you're three hundred. Have you dealt with many vampires in that time?
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[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-06-03 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alphinaud lifts a hand to rest at his chin in thought.

He gives the lemon drop consideration. ]


Now that you mention it, there is a bit of tartness after all is said and done. Not entirely unpleasant, but I'm not sure I'd go seeking it either. Would you?
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-06-03 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's all she needs to know, in truth, and Fern gives the mysterious woman and nod of thanks and acknowledgment. She expects for it to end there, though she will also need to figure out how to refuel. It's perhaps something she should ask for clarification about, but the stranger is already walking back to her own vehicle.

And then, those parting words. Fern's not expecting them, blinking a few times in perplexity. In truth, the sentiment is similar to the shifter mantra: "Always be prepared for the journey yet to come." She's had that thought a few times already since arriving here. ]


... Right.

[ Which means now she needs to sort out how to actually ride this thing. She starts with the kickstand, using her heel to ease it up, and then settles her hands back on the handlebars. The right hand controls the throttle, which is what will allow the motorcycle to move forward. She remembers that much, so with a sharp inhale of breath, she tries it. The bike lurches forward, startling her as she squeezes her legs in like she might with a flighty horse. She feels the whole vehicle tip to one side and immediately lets go of the throttle so she can try and regain her balance, her foot finding the hard, gravelly ground once more. Without engaging the brake, though, the bike continues to drift forward.

Well. This is going to take some practice. ]
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[personal profile] decussate 2025-06-03 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ She catches the keys smoothly in one black hand, metal clinking against simple silver rings. ]

How generous. I should warn you that I have no experience with these vehicles. I won't be held responsible for whatever havoc I may wreak.

[ Why so threatening? No reason, really. This is just her natural state of being. Heaven forbid she ask for help learning how to drive. ]
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[personal profile] heritors 2025-06-03 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ They expect the debt to be repaid — suddenly, Lucina realizes that Yom Crook probably doesn't care where the money comes from. Far from the most illuminating realization she's had, but ... it does put things into perspective, a little. Ylisse was a kinder place until it wasn't, desolate and dangerous at the same time. Perhaps this place — with its lighters and cars and all — isn't all that different.

That's neither here or there, though. She glances over towards the window. ]
Perhaps. It will become an inevitable, I'm sure. [ She just doesn't like the thought of it. Also neither here or there. ]

Ah— I did not mean to take so much of your time. Thank you again, sir.
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[personal profile] heritors 2025-06-03 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Despite herself, the corners of her lips quirk upwards at what Samus said. It's probably inappropriate to describe hunting for survival as fun, but that's also why it's a little funny ( to her ).

Lucina clears her throat — she will not embarrass herself in front of the very kind stranger. ]
The people here seemed accustomed to it, from what I've seen. I suppose when anomalies [ Such as people being dropped from all over the multiverse, ] happen regularly enough, it simply becomes something else for people to adapt around.

[ Her gaze wanders back to Samus, eventually. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of the crowd shifting to the next set of samples can be heard. ] My name is Lucina, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you.
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2025-06-03 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ If he had met Jack just mere weeks prior, his reaction might have been a little stronger. But for now, he has no choice but to accept it. He’s already heard about the supposed girl back home with “superpowers” and Jack with his little ball of light and personality of a golden retriever seems particularly harmless. ]

It’s not bad weather yet, so…let's keep it that way.

[ He snorts and scoots over to rap his fist against the wall. Knock on wood. Bad luck seems to trail after him like a shadow these days, and if a bit of superstition might help stave off bad weather on top of all of this, he’s going to give it a shot.

I should be home saving the world. Eddie shoots Jack a look in the dim light, like he’s just found a kindred spirit, in a way. He should probably be home helping to save the world too, even if it doesn’t exactly deserve it.
]

Yeah? Let me guess: alternate dimensions and creepy monsters and shit?
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[personal profile] eyesite 2025-06-03 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
( ooc: admittedly, i'm not canon-familiar (omori is on my endless steam backlog), so feel free to let me know if i make any assumptions that aren't quite right! )

( for him, of course, it’s more “see” than “smell”—there’s a sort of intangible, inexplicable quality to those Marked by fear that he can sense instinctually, be that because of his role as the Archivist or simply out of some sort of knee-jerk sympathetic response (given that he’s Marked by all of them). sometimes he can even get a sense of which Fear it is, depending on which physical or psychic ache the impression of their presence exacerbated. here and now… he isn’t so sure. he also can’t be sure whether that was because of himself, the young man, or how confused and strange his senses have felt, coming down from the rather demigod-like state he had been in prior to his arrival in this world.

no. yes. it’s clear enough to john what the real answer is, regardless of what sunny wishes came across.

the weight of his gaze shifts to the proffered hand—to shake? to take to lead him away? his expression folds, becoming somewhat conflicted, as the stark dichotomy between those two things makes itself apparent to him.

he’s—he’s trying. so he reaches out to shake the hand first, grasp gentle yet firm. sunny might notice the faint, taut ripples of burn scarring over his palm… actually, the shape of it matches exactly to a handshake. )


You could talk to me about it. It might make you feel better.

( liar… he’s trying, but apparently not hard enough. )

…Outside, though, perhaps. This place isn’t exactly conducive to serious conversation.
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[personal profile] sadpoem 2025-06-03 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
((ooc: no problem! this all looks great so far! <3))

[Truthfully, Sunny hadn't really had an particular intention with his hand; more so held it up just to put something between them. He shakes John's hand back, though, polite as ever. It's strange how well his grasp seems to fit. Sunny is distracted by it for a moment, and then John--

[Well. He just offers to talk.

[Sunny yanks his hand away, holding it up by his heart instead, hand balled up in an anxious fist. He shakes his head. No. No, he doesn't need to talk about anything. By now, it's probably not hard to tell that he doesn't really talk much at all.

[He needs a distraction, something to redirect this conversation. Looking around, his eyes land on a nearby candy display. He reaches for a chocolate-covered orb (publisher's note: alien egg) of some description, then holds it out for John. Look! Free samples!]
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[personal profile] onychinus 2025-06-03 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ he releases a small exhale, an even mix between humor and maybe of intrigue. funnily enough, destruction of any sort suits him just fine. hence, he does end up sauntering over to the passenger seat as if to suggest that would ride along. actually, it isn't a suggestion. ]

It looks like these cars have been through worse. Besides, I'm interested in what the chaos you sow looks like. [ since she seemed to confident in causing destruction, he figures it'd be entertaining enough to see it first hand.

surely nothing can go wrong with putting her behind the wheel.
]
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[personal profile] eyesite 2025-06-03 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
( yes, of course. it’s because he regrets it! but, then again, he mostly regrets it because it’s directly led to him half-way dangling off the roof of a building. there is almost certainly the tattered remains of his human decency, buried deep beneath multiple layers of increasingly eldritch sediment, that also feels bad for impinging so brazenly upon a stranger’s will and agency, but, well… the magnetic pull of that moral compass is harder to read or discern when the other impulses and desires welded over time into his being have gradually become a much stronger lodestone.

john himself has never been particularly adept at inflicting fear (not naturally or intentionally, anyway). by the nature of his role he was intended to see it or feel it. the ever-expanding document upon which it was inscribed and documented, the focusing instrument through which the fear was transmitted to the Eye to feast… really, jason is far more adept (enough so that Hunters would likely be keen to add him to their ranks). his vertigo lurches further as the promise of a fall is pushed brusquely to the precipitation of one; mid-speech, he stammers and completely stops one of his points as this occurs, squeezing his eyes shut and lapsing into rapid, panicked bursts of breath as terror threatens to overwhelm him. he might not Know much about the young man threatening him, but he finds himself developing an upsettingly accurate picture of exactly how high up he is, how long the fall would take, and how many of his bones were likely to break upon impact.

he does manage to finish his point—for all the good it does him. when he forces his eyes open again, there’s a spark of indignant frustration flashing in their bottomless depths. )


I’m telling you the truth, you—

( he cuts himself off, taking a deep, tremulous breath. if reasoning isn’t a route that’s going anywhere, he needs to find another one.

his first, very unfortunate instinct is one rooted in anger. it’s that same impetuous and imperious side of him that’s already turned this encounter south so quickly: it wants to lash back, to reach into the darkest recesses of jason’s mind to find whatever he could use to subdue him, to overwhelm him, to confound him. threats, promises, blackmail… the endless hunger for secrets that could be held as cards close to the chest, to use at the worst and most painful of moments—

fortunately, john at least knows by this point how poorly choosing that path would go.

which leaves: )


Fine. Fine. ( one more shuddering, steadying breath. ) An offer, then. You know now first-hand what I can do. What was it you said about—what were they, weapons dealers? ( it had been such a mundane, worldly threat that it’d almost immediately rolled out of his mind. the fear and panic helped, of course, ) Whatever you need to know, I can get it it for you. As a gesture of good faith. And… an apology.

( a brief pause before he adds, ) If it happens again, you can throw me off whichever bloody rooftop you want.
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[personal profile] sadpoem 2025-06-03 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Sunny shakes his head. They're in agreement. To demonstrate his point, he holds up the lemon drop again, nodding his head in approval. He takes a piece of plain milk chocolate in the other hand, repeating the motion, the nod. Then, he holds them both up and shakes his head, making a big "x" with his arms. Not a good combo.]
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[personal profile] oomfies 2025-06-03 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's no real practical thought given to the fact driving fast might actually happen here— roads are a lot more sparse and (probably, she's not an expert or anything—) less regulated than the busy city streets she's used to. It's a real no-man's land here that she's yet to clue into, having been used to a life of being chauffeured everywhere. Never having to drive means never having to think about the nuances of life on the road, let alone paying attention to it.

She'd probably backpedal and go ooh if he gave her that reasoning, feel a little bad for poking fun but he doesn't. Just furrows his brows and she stares, tries to wriggle the grin stretching her lips down to something nonchalant.

After a pause, Lottie softly shrugs. ]


It doesn't! [ Or does it?? ..Not really. ] So long as you like it, that's all that matters. Right?
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[personal profile] onychinus 2025-06-03 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ ah... he supposed even in linkon city there was no shortage of entertainment that people could seek. though all felt relatively removed from himself; somehow the explosions of the n109 zone and the tumultuous nature of no hunt zones seemed to feel far more normal to him.

but then again... what could possibly be commonplace about a sea sponge (?) in suspenders, or a starfish in swim trunks????

he seems to mull over her explanation, before:
] No, [ he starts, his eyes focused back on the screen. ] I wouldn't be asking if I had. [ it's said lacking any real bite. it's clear it was mostly said to punctuate his point, and by extension— his curiosity. ]

Considering you're the expert... is there a point to him working under this greedy crab? [ was this show meant to be some scathing social commentary? well, as if to encourage her to speak, he pushes her popcorn back within her grip. ]
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[personal profile] decussate 2025-06-03 11:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Knave is confident in her own hardiness, but only her own. Whether or not this man is similarly hardy is no longer her concern; her warning was issued, the risks understood. ]

Very well. Then may our ride be a joyous one.

[ Her pleasant tone dips into gravity. Wicked heels still manage to sound crisp on the beaten ground as she approaches the driver's side and slips into the seat.

She's the kind of studious individual who likes to understand as much of a situation as possible before stepping in to tackle it, but sometimes life calls for a crash course. Maybe very literally, given how inappropriate her extremely sharp and high heels are for driving. She settles in, eyeing the various buttons and levers at her disposal before slipping the key into the ignition. ]


With whom do I have the pleasure of driving with today?