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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] heavymetals 2025-06-04 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Options were rather limited, despite Erik's various skills. But he's used to this kind of work, he's done plenty of it before, and this at least offers him a little more stability than jumping from place to place. Whether or not he'll manage to build an actual life as Henryk or if he's forced to move again remains to be seen, but for now he's comfortable with his choices. The rest? Only time will tell.

He smiles at the last words, lifting his glass. ]
Mm. I'll drink to that.

[ He takes a small sip then, setting his glass down so he can go look through the closet for some extra blankets, and hopefully a pillow for Scott. ]
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-06-04 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Charles does not question her pushing him, it is absolutely the right call given the situation. He is not that fast. He lifts his hands so she can move him and they zip forward through the building at a fast pace. Charles glances back when she does, almost in sync in the way they both move even now, and he pales at the strangeness of it. ]

We'll be fine, we're almost out.

[ Trust him to go right for reassurance even as panic is ignored at the base of his throat but then he turns out to be right. They break through the front of the building into the light and the darkness is behind them. Although they can see from here that it seems to completely engulf where they just were, turning the formerly seen lobby and areas into black night. It will eventually turn into what looks like a normal building again, but for now it's clear they managed to escape what was going to be a disaster of sorts. Who knows what existed within the shadows?

Charles wheels himself around once Raven lets go of pushing him and turns toward it, raising both of his eyebrows. That is certainly not something he's seen before, but they've only known mutants as supernatural entities. Not other things, until now. ]


I suppose we're no longer in Kansas, are we?

[ They can't expect this world to act the way they know. Charles pulls his coat off and presses the fabric to the cut on his hand. It's not a serious one but it's for the best if he staunches any bleeding. What's a little more blood at this point. ]

Raven, I think we almost got eaten by some kind of shadow monster, but I must say, it is a joy to see you again regardless.
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sorry for the wait, was appin'!

[personal profile] elriche 2025-06-04 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In this time. Stephen thinks back to the man in the tricorn hat in the hallway just a couple of days ago. Not too far off from the style this guy is wearing, and possibly even closer in terms of the century he hails from – assuming it's an Earth century, with typical chronological progression. If Stephen's learned anything from the Watcher, it's that within the wide swaths of the multiverse, anything is possible. No assumptions should be taken for granted.

Which might help explain the guy's gregarious cheer as he ambles over and plops down. Stephen's eyes follow him, as he remains hunched over the bench, bony fingers gripping the backrest just a little too tightly. He takes a sip from his conjured water glass as the man comports himself like the second sister's love interest in a Jane Austen novel.

Or... maybe Bram Stoker. Stephen's perception has been so dulled in this place, the oceans inside him so volatile and unruly, that only now in this moment of respite does he begin to perceive a fuller picture. There's something more to this man, and maybe even more to the more – two opposing forces, one sparking between atoms, the other one consuming them. ]


I'm fine. Just... getting a handle on things. [ On myself. He slowly rounds the bench, eases himself into a seat next to the other guy – or, rather, on the opposite end of the same bench, with calculated empty space between them. Stephen takes another sip, frowns, gestures the glass and its liquid back into thin air, like he's annoyed he needed it in the first place. After a beat–

Okay, fine. He'll bite. ]


What is that? Around you.
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-06-04 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Neither do I.

[ He saw them both as old men, at the end of their life, and it would take an apocalypse to bring them together once again. It seemed so cruel that it took all those decades of turmoil when he would do anything to pull Erik closer to him. He's angry now, but it comes from a place of heartbreak more than anything else. Pain and loss and perhaps it is the fear of more loss that is making him put some space between them. He doesn't know how many times they broke apart, how long their future selves will keep hurting one another.

Charles can feel that pain now deep in his chest, still so fresh after a decade of resentment, and that strong feeling shines in vivid blue eyes, spilling his sadness over. There's water in his eyes but he manages to force it away without a tear dropping, breaking eye contact and releasing him before he becomes a damned mess in this bloody alien supermarket. ]


I want that, Erik. I truly do.

[ He wants it so much that he feels sick with it, and he understands why despite being enemies, there was this invisible bond permanently tying them together. They were close friends for only a short time, in the grand scheme of years between them, but it is lifelong. It would be just like him to give in after a cup of tea between them, so foolishly hopeful. ]

I'll be trying my best here too, although in my case, it's learning survival skills. I've been a bit pampered, haven't I?

[ Charles smiles wryly at him although it's an attempt to lighten the moment too. They can wallow in their intense feelings surrounding each other all day, but it'll only make them unnecessarily emotive in a public place, and Charles really has to stop causing that. It's been so long since they spoke, that's all. They had only fleeting moments before it crashed. ]
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-06-04 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Mon dieu, I'm starting to think we're not the ones who're going to have the bad day here.

[He means it in an ironic way; their ambushers have caught not a rabbit in their trap, but a tiger. And most of those claws and fangs are attributed to his travel buddy here, or so it would seem.

The blinks as the bubble flashes when the bullets strike its dome, but it's clear it's a shield of sorts that isn't going down very easily. But Verso will not take any chances, and he's more keen on following instructions without issue — so, another flash of his blade, brimming with energy, bright and hot and more potent than before.]


Here we go!

[He slashes again, movement akin to a full forward lunge. The light shines and cuts at a distance again, but tenfold more than his first try, and far more keen on doing bodily harm. Their assailants have had their chances.

Flesh tears, tires pop, steel screeches, and what remains of windows shatter even more. It's a streak of cutting Chroma barraging past the vehicles and men alike, then it's gone.]
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-06-04 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sure, let's start with that. Verso follows until he falls into line behind her, his eyes sweeping her form as though to make certain she truly does exist. Finding those quick moments-in-between-moments to verify the impossible, only to follow with a quick retort.]

Did she? She was right.

[He crosses his arms.]

Practically half the Expedition is here. Even... ones you'd not expect.

[Gentle fishing. Has she run into Gustave?]
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[personal profile] elriche 2025-06-04 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ No idea how anyone could conclude this man is full of himself – as he proceeds down his self-made corridor through the now waist-deep water, fully assuming the demihuman (whose name he doesn't even know yet) will faithfully follow despite zero explanation preceding him. At her understandable exclamation, Stephen doesn't even look back, just keeps pressing forward, waves a hand, rips a waterlogged door off its hinges and thrusts it into the displaced water along the hallway's wall. ]

We're being toyed with, [ he grates out over his shoulder. ] Some kind of psychic interference – don't think we'll get much of use out of these books with it trained on us. As far as the medicine, I've got a collation rune to gather–

[ She gasps – deep and abrupt. Stephen's hairs go straight along the back of his neck – or are they the tiny spines of pinprick feathers, dark as night.

He whirls around, snaps like a flock of ravens from one spot in the hall to apparate next to her. His arm whips up, fingers spindled like a bat's, to shield the girl. A runed circle appears on the outer side of his giant leathery wing, highlighting veins within its membrane with a soft orange glow.

He pauses. Slowly lowers his wing – now human, as it passes under a ribbon of shadow. The runed circle still turns slowly near his hand. He grits his teeth. ]


What did I tell you.
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[personal profile] adrenalines 2025-06-04 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ while it hasn't been long enough with the team that john's noticed, he's also not oblivious to the way even his team members tense when he turns on them. how ava, bob, even bucky in his own way, tense when john's sights are set on them for whatever reason. yelena, and to his credit, alexei, are some of the only ones who do not feel the need to react even when john's at his most on. john doesn't love the idea that his team still reacts like this, but it's also not something he's really had time to change in himself, either. so he supposes he can't blame bob for it here, either, because john doesn't have it in himself to temper down the alarms going off in his head.

weeks. bob says he's been here for weeks. but john- john knows he saw him just a few days ago. right before he was brought in to this mess, right before the medical tent. but bob- bob doesn't step away from john, doesn't wince, either. and maybe that shouldn't be as much of an indicator as it is - but bob does seem different. settled.

john frowns. ]
You remember. [ which is a relief, in some ways. john huffs out a breath, still not sure what to make of this. they haven't really dealt with another situation of bob's memory issues, his blackouts or whatever they are, but he does know bob's memory isn't great. still, that doesn't feel like it's enough- how would bob have more memories that john? why would he think he's been here for longer?

i'm not lying, and john believes him. it is written in his face, in the way he deflates, just a bit. ]


That's what they said, yeah. You believe them? [ it's not that he doesn't trust bob on this, either- six months might not be long enough to be used to each other, fully, but it is long enough that john's not distrutsing of bob. it's... more complicated than that. he still doesn't feel good about this, watching bob for a few moments more. ] I haven't been here long enough to investigate.
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[personal profile] pagings 2025-06-04 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ her brow furrows a little at his comment, looking from the gun in her hands to him again. ]

It's not safe. You should go back.

[ he's just a kid, and whether or not karen's intimidating, she's not going to let a kid get wrapped up in this either. ]
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-06-04 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Adrian's expression softens with sympathy. He can't know what Martin is thinking, but he feels some hesitance about wandering himself. Being stranded in Barovia had been a lot to take in, but this place is in many ways far more disorienting and alien. It feels wrong in a way he can't quite put into words. Something beyond trying to adapt to a world that has long since left him behind.

He listens as Martin explains some of his situation, brows furrowed in thought, fingers curled just beneath his chin. An evil archive? That sounds like something that would be right at home in Barovia. His expression only grows more incredulous as the tale unfolds, and he begins to understand just how strange Martin's experience must have been. These Fears sound an awful lot like patrons of warlock pacts, though even Devils sound friendly and predictable by comparison. ]


You and your companion have been through quite a lot, Mr. Blackwood... Perhaps this place will be a nice vacation? [ A terrible joke, he knows, but what else is there to do in such a situation? And speaking of jokes... Adrian takes a moment to process Martin's flustered expression before he laughs, shoulders shaking with quiet amusement. He'll leave it at that, if only to be polite.

He understands better than Martin might know, how he might feel about the lack of magic. He hesitates a moment, then: ]
I haven't always had magic. It was granted to me by my patron... patrons, I suppose. I don't think I understand your abilities well enough to assume we are similar beyond the superficial, but I can't think of anything to call it besides magic. Where I'm from, you and I would be thought of the same: we are warlocks. People don't much care for that.

[ He considers saying more, but he bites his lip for the moment. There are other patrons who might grant Martin power that's more to his liking, but Adrian knows that it's hardly the sort of thing one goes seeking when their bargain feels as if it was coerced... and what's more, there's a very real danger of one ending up in a worse position than where they began.

Adrian gives him a wry smile. ]
I like to think it's the other way around. People are often very kind to me despite any misgivings... but I suppose it's true that I haven't quite got the trick of knowing when it isn't genuine. My companion, Lady Fern, worries herself over much... I'm sure your John is the same.
Edited 2025-06-04 22:34 (UTC)
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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-06-04 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The advice is a bit of a no-brainer, even for anyone who hasn't driven a car before. Because generally no one really sets out to hit something with intent. ...Generally.

Before they set off Cassian buckles himself up settling back into the chair. It's not quite what someone would describe as comfortable or relaxed but at least he doesn't seem on edge or outwardly nervous. He does however, brace himself to some degree. It's out of habit after years of becoming well-acquainted to the punch of a ship's thrusters. These don't nearly have the same power behind them (no where close to in fact) but instinct takes over.

...Except the kid doesn't floor it. In fact, were it not for a long stretch of silence as he glances out the window to confirm that they have, indeed moved, Cassian wouldn't even have been sure that Alphinaud had tapped the gas at all. ]


You can add a little more pressure to the gas, you know.
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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-06-04 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This moment of selfishness isn't one that he'd hold against her. Despite how firm Cassian likes to think his own boundaries are, they've always bent in the wind, ready to adapt to the environment he's found himself in.

But it's also, almost always, bent in the face of others who are hurting. Who are passionate and compassionate. And how can he turn a blind eye to that when he understands so intimately what it's like to feel adrift and alone and lost? It's almost enough to make him reach out to help wipe some of those telltale tears. He's only stopped because he comes to his own senses and because she simply moves to do it herself. ]


What?

[ In confusion he glances down at his hand. Blood curls around his hand like a red ribbon and it occurs to him that he doesn't remember how or when. In fact, that entire experience swims, slipping through his mind as he tries to recall it. He gives his head a shake trying to clear his head, his vision before nodding and motioning for her to stay here.

When he returns he's more wet than before but seems unfazed by the fact as he uncovers a blanket from beneath his jacket and drapes it a little awkwardly over one of her shoulders. ]


It's no towel but it's something to keep you warm.
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[personal profile] lufeng 2025-06-04 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[The layout of the rooms was mercifully identical, belongings not withstanding, so there wasn't much chance of stumbling over anything unexpected in the darkness. Navigating around was easy enough even in the dark, the same bed, the same chair, the same table. The only sounds reaching his ears were the faint creeeaaak of the floor under his feet, and the quiet sounds of his own breath.

Just his, no one else.

All those extra dark crevices, the spaces between the bed and floor, behind the furniture and walls, turned up nothing particularly interesting either. Just some dust bunnies and discarded papers that never made it to the trash can, no swarms of spiders or pools of water or mysterious figures watching out of one eye.

Hopefully, Lu Feng returning to the doorway unscathed would serve as some sort of balm to Sunny's frayed nerves.]


I couldn't find anything. [Not to say there wasn't anything there at some point, but... Hm.] You're staying here alone?
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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-06-05 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ As he's typically want to do with any situation he's found himself, Cassian had attempted to gather as much information available to him at the time. Yom Crook, despite his glaringly obvious salesman ways (and despite Cassian being rightly confused, disoriented and more than a little annoyed) had given him a bit of a rundown about this place.

(It was the least he could do, yes, yes!)

All of which is to say his knowledge of Diadem isn't that much deeper than Lottie's and probably will still hit him like a bantha when he inevitably comes face to face with something so, very unique to Diadem.

Or maybe it's already arrived in the form of one, Lottie Person. ]


I can show you. That it has a purpose.

[ It isn't as if he really has anything to prove to someone he's met on the side of the road. It's just a car with a spoiler. But does he? There's probably a version of Cassian who hadn't just spent the last several hours before this harassed and held captive in a jungle by a group of idiots who would have agreed to disagree with her and left it at that.

But this isn't that version of him. Apparently this version of him wants to prove a point. Or at the very least justify it in his mind without having it (and this) haunt him for however long he remains grounded here. That's totally what this is about and it definitely isn't the least bit ridiculous. ]
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[personal profile] sadpoem 2025-06-05 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He's in there for too long. Sunny watches the pitch black doorway, unable to see Lu Feng's shape as it moves around the room. He stands frozen, hand pulled up, halfway to his mouth, as if he'll soon have to muffle some scream, but it never comes. Lu Feng exits the dark room. He asks Sunny...

[You're staying here alone?

[He doesn't look like he'd be suited to staying alone, does he? And yet, he has been, for weeks, and before that, four years...

[He nods his head, both hands pulled together now, pink fingers picking each other raw.]
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-06-05 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Skulk along. There he goes with the condescension again. Maybe that is simply how he is, though Fern doesn't have to like it. Nonetheless, she's seen his power firsthand already and can gather that he wouldn't be a bad person to have close at hand while exploring through the darkened motel.

Nonetheless, she seems to have no issue with him taking point. Given that he's a mage of some sort, maybe it would make more sense for her to be in the lead, but she doesn't see much reason to put herself in danger on his behalf.

So she remains behind him for now, as they venture forth. ]


I'll let you know if I hear anything strange.

[ The ears are more than just for show, as it turns out. ]
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-06-05 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Figure they might follow us eventually.

[ Maybe he's wrong, but years of a life among varied gangs and criminal activities in Baltimore just gets his hackles up. Whatever the fuck happened to this guy choking out his last breath in front of them, it's just as likely to be a random mugging gone wrong as it is to be more. A guy falling from above them — it just makes him think they were up on the roof, maybe threatening him, maybe he was bargaining for his life.

There's not a lot Amos thinks or feels one way or another about this guy himself. He doesn't know him, and he can't conjure much in the way of emotion about him. But the things that happened to lead to this, and what could happen if they just walk away now, that's what occupies his mind more than anything. ]


And if they do, then it's on their terms and I don't like waitin' around.

[ He would prefer not to be involved in this at all, but the time for that passed the minute they started down this road. He's not motivated by the concept of saving anyone at this point, it's more the idea that there's more trouble and it's just waiting out there. He's more used to Holden or Naomi deciding these things, and he just goes along with them, so some part of him has to wonder what the right thing really is right now. So he looks to Lucina again. ]

Check the roof first?
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-06-05 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is merely the reality of being in a new place and adjusting to its trappings, as far as Fern is concerned. Yes, that came with some embarrassment, but she can recall any number of times that she and the rest of her companions had fumbled through some social interaction in Barovia.

It could be worse. ]


Not that price, but a slightly lower one, if we can manage it.

[ This girl is certainly earnest, but she has some street smarts as well. Fern makes note of both those things before delivering her assessment. ] You take the lead with negotiating, then. I'll back you up as needed.

[ Will this be by sending the merchant an intimidating glare? Possibly. ]
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-06-05 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Logan's eyebrow arches. Man looks like he's about to hurl. Looks like he had a rough landing, too. Admittedly, so did Logan. The injuries just didn't stick. ]

Couple hours northeast. [ He eyes the sling. The drive's not too bumpy, but not everybody minds their business on the road. ] You gonna make it?

[ His tone says he's got some doubts. Also? Not technically his problem, but here he is. Guess it's not the first time he's picked up a new kid from this place.

Maybe it just gives him something to do. He hasn't got much to occupy his time while he's sorting shit out, and frankly, getting away from the city's a bonus. ]
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-06-05 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Not even going to take point? Rude. Well, he's used to facing danger headlong if he must. He's a tank. Let her stick to the shadows, as seems to suit her.

He spares another glance behind him, eyes sweeping her features. Not the first time he's seen someone with animal-like ears. No doubt they can pick up most things. ]


If we're to be cooperating, a name would be nice.
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[personal profile] lufeng 2025-06-05 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[He seemed a little young to be on his own. Too anxious, too jumpy, and maybe even too susceptible to the way the deep darkness can scratch away at the edges of one's psyche.

Lu Feng was not one to go out of his way for someone who wasn't in immediate, physical danger, but Sunny had run to his door, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility about it. He turned that thought over in his head for another moment, eyes settled on those fidgety movements of the boy's hands, an echo of something there squeezing lightly at his lungs.]


Did you want to be alone?
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-06-05 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
I would appreciate it if they would get the hint a bit faster.

[ Still, Verso's display of skill is impressive in its own right, and Emet-Selch figures it wasn't a horrible thing to bring him along. Even if they did stop at his suggestion. Well, there's nothing to say the bandits wouldn't have chased him down anyway, so to-may-to, to-mah-to.

Some of the gunfire lets up after that attack, like the would-be bandits are considering cutting their losses.

The shadows around Emet-Selch lengthen and wriggle like a thing alive, crawling in long tendrils over the road, into the wastes, to catch whatever raider vehicles still remain by their front tires and squeeze, crushing steel and shredding rubber, effectively putting an end to their approach.

That does it. Someone hollers something, arms waving, and the men that might remain who are able to clamber out of their vehicles to flee in the direction they came. It's going to be a long run back. ]


Honestly.
kingsroads: (small cheeky little smile)

no worries!!

[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-06-05 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ At that gesture, Jonathan's eyes light up. He is certainly not so poor a magician that he can't tell when magic is being cast. And that, the vanishing of the glass and liquid, was absolutely magic. After dealing with cars and electricity and 'debit cards,' to see something that makes perfect sense is so reassuring. And magic makes sense. Magic is his life.

So, Jonathan looks over at Stephen with a wide grin on his face and a manic intensity in his eyes.
]

I suspect what you're seeing is magic. I am not as magically sensitive to see magic itself manifest, though I know it can—a dear friend of mine could spot curses and enchantments. He wandered into my dream once, that was how we met after all—

[ It's very obvious that one of the benefits of the modern century that Jonathan Strange should take part in is a Ritalin prescription. He's obviously about to go on a tear about said friend of his, when something reminds him to steer back to the conversation. He looks at Stephen with a wide smile, the smile of someone who is totally oblivious to the fact that the other man can spot the fact that he is remarkably cursed before, ]

Though it is rude to ramble on like this without introducing myself. I am Jonathan Strange.
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[personal profile] sadpoem 2025-06-05 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Sunny freezes, right down to his trembling, even if only for a moment. Did you want to be alone? A video game screen appears in his mind, two simple responses with a flashing cursor: YES or NO

[He's better off alone. He ought to be alone. But...does he want to be alone...?

[He looks back into the pitch-black room, tries to imagine himself lying back down in that bed...

[His eyes return to Lu Feng. He shakes his head.]
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[personal profile] kidproof 2025-06-05 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Huh.

[ There's a dull pause and a click in his teeth at her philosophizing and searching for similarities and she's not wrong but Joel's as guarded as they come and not looking to discuss this bold new world and all of its bullshit. ]

Not home, no.

[ Which is as close as he'll come to admitting he misses a person or some people, and had unfinished business to attend to. ]

You go around waxing poetic to everyone or am I just special?