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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] churnback 2025-06-08 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: don't worry at all! I'm good to stick with this one as long as you're feeling it though also greedy and excited for more with them too so whatever vibes if this feels like a good wrap for now! ]

[ There's a lot to wonder about the kind of life she had before all this. Parents gone when she was young, she just had her brother, and whatever happened after they'd grown, she'd lost him too and she'd wound up in prison, and now...all of this.

Amos never knew his mother. There's a father out there somewhere, maybe, but he's never cared to know him. Wouldn't mean anything now. But the way Wanda talks about her brother, Amos tries for a long moment to feel it. It doesn't come easy to him, feeling what others are feeling. He has to really work at it, and the best he can do most of the time is just mimic what he thinks they must be feeling. But she's in this jeep with him going down a long road to a place neither of them know a fucking thing about, and whatever other shit there is, she just — misses her brother.

He can't be sure of the right thing most of the time, and maybe this ain't it, not even close. But he thinks about when Peaches reached for his hand in the prison, and she seemed to need it. He didn't understand how it could help, but it seemed to, and she wanted to hold his hand while she drifted off for a little while. Maybe it could help Wanda. Maybe it won't. He keeps the speed of the jeep steady, a little slower than he might normally because he's trying this one-handed for the first time and he takes it seriously to get Wanda safely to point B. He takes a chance, briefly glances over to catch her eyes closed, then looks back to the road. He doesn't want to startle her by tapping her, doesn't even want her to feel obligated if this just isn't the thing she needs or wants, but with his free hand, he reaches out, just holding it out in the air between them and softly murmuring — ]


Hey.
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[personal profile] frostfist 2025-06-08 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ finally comes back here a week later with the proper framing for this thread...ie. jason as a 40 year old looking 20 year old and wriothesley as a 20 year old looking 30-something year old

What that really means is that Wriothesley really should have been giving Jason more shit, but let's say that the newness of their situation leaves him acting a bit more cautious than usual. That, and maybe Jason really does look 40 after all he's been through. Either way: ]


Why, you interested? [ Apparenty none of it's enough to completely curb the joking tone to his voice. ] I'd be happy to tell you more if you are.

[ Ah, the excitement of being a produce clerk....though apparently he can't even fake enthusiasm for that for too long before he's sighing. ]

More seriously, if you already have better options I'd stick with them. Though I can't really complain. The hours are good enough, and the pay's passable. And it leaves me with enough brainpower left to do a little exploring afterwards instead of crash immediately on my couch.

[ And that's what really matters to him in all of this. ]
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[personal profile] catharses 2025-06-08 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ So far seems to have allowed for only cursory glances at everything - the surroundings, manuals, the papers they've signed - and now there's the infinite possibility of time, Sunday thinks as he stands with his keys in one hand after they leave Yom Crook behind with vehicles and a destination in mind. One they're advised to head to, but surely they can't be faulted if they take the time to get to know these new cars first. Or each other, since at the question Sunday brightens ever so slightly. ]

My position back at my home was one of a mediator, of sorts. I began by listening to the confessions and complaints of guests to help solve them before I became an administrator. The Family - the organization I was part of - had several branches often at odds with each other, so those skills were quite helpful to ensure work could eventually be completed.

[ That's before accounting for being the one responsible for setting the rules others were expected to follow and what consequences there were for not. It doesn't occur to him to explain that or much of the rest of what he's said when it's not yet occurred to him that The Family would be unknown somewhere given their far reach. Even when Sunday recalls what the other man said about being overwhelmed with the cars here it doesn't entirely register there's a disconnect between what he knows and what someone else might due to differences in what's already a myriad of star systems outside of Asdana. ]

Years of practice might've been a more succinct answer, though I'm glad I was able to help.

[ Or 'help' as it'll turn out, but that's a future problem! In the meantime, curiosity from earlier is back again. ]

You'd mentioned carriages earlier, Mr. Adrian. Were they something you traveled in often?
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-06-08 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( ooc: sorry for the delay! it's been a trying week. if you'd rather wrap this up quick, or shelf this and jump into something new in the mingle, i'm good either way! )

( though he is certain he could manage with just the verbal instructions, he appreciates the younger man's earnest desire to provide him support of the visual kind. of the kind, too, where one imitates what one sees at a later point in time.

clearly, from the demonstration, it's not enough to just place the key into the ignition slot. gustave is familiar with the concept of keys, and it's good that he's decided not to turn it before listening to what else jesse has to say. at the mention of pedals, he moves his knees out of the way, to— aha, there they are. and so, keeping in mind what jesse's said, gustave gives it a try.

holding down the left pedal with his left foot (it's what makes sense!) and turning the key at the same time. the engine kicks on, with a few hiccups at first, but it soon rumbles to life—the entirety of the car humming in a way that he finds entirely too satisfying. )


Ah, voilá. ( he turns to jesse with a smile ) You are a good teacher. Much better than the rubbish manual we were given.

( sitting back, not pulling away from the pedal, he figures the gear stick is of some significance. his brain is already turning its gears, things clicking in place for gustave on the mechanics of how it all works. )

Would you mind sitting here for a moment or two? Just to make sure I don't set any fires by mistake.
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-06-08 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( ooc: sorry for the delay! it's been a trying week. if you'd rather wrap this up quick, or shelf this and jump into something new in the mingle, i'm good either way! )

Are you sure you're alright?

( an unusual behavior, from a man dressed in a very unusual way. gustave has his concerns, and perhaps an ounce of healthy suspicion, but— he's at a disadvantage in this world, if he makes himself as someone difficult to reach out to others.

in any case, the flat situation at hand seems more pressing, and the man seems able to speak with some sense of coherence. )


Non, not really anyone to run over when everyone else is in a car themselves.

( he answers a bit distractedly, taking a look at the flat. he knows how, mechanically, this works, so— )

The concept is simple. Do you have a spare? If you do, we might be able to figure it out together.

( ever the optimist about things that can be explained in technical terms. )
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-06-08 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( ooc: sorry for the delay! it's been a trying week. if you'd rather wrap this up quick, or shelf this and jump into something new in the mingle, i'm good either way! )

( some of the things that jack says, they go over gustave's head. it's still a little difficult to wrap his head around the idea that this world draws people in from so many different ones; what are the chances that he hasn't run into anyone from lumière yet? the other things that jack says, and shows him, gustave makes a mental note of them—how to turn on the lights and the windshield wipers (genius for rainy days), and the fact that cars can blow up.

hm. )


Respect the road. It sounds like something worth paying attention to.

( he nods a few times, figuring it means something more along the lines of following the rules of driving and respecting the laws of physics and its consequences. )

It feels a little daunting still, but I... I think this is one of those cases where you learn by doing.
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-06-08 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( ooc: sorry for the delay! it's been a trying week. if you'd rather wrap this up quick, or shelf this and jump into something new in the mingle, i'm good either way! )

Verso?

( gustave frowns, muttering the unfamiliar name of a man who supposedly, too, wears this uniform. that slight upset gives way to brows raising, a more comprehensibly open expression on his face.

the name comes quick to him, certain of who it is. )


—Sciel. ( relief, too— ) So, she's here as well. Do you know where she is?
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-06-08 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( he is certainly capable of holding his own, even if it's not the most ideal scenario—without the usual amenities he would have back in his world. still, such considerations are tossed to the side at the sight of the wisp of bright light. the expletives from the crew of miscreants echoes his own curiosity, but gustave figures it's best to quickly get them out of here rather than linger on more reasons why they should continue trying to intimidate their two targets here.

it's not going to be enough for any grand attacks, but perhaps the shock will.

left arm outstretched, yellow sparks start to glow onto the metal prosthetic, and it's enough to confused—and shock—one of the three, a burst of electrocution, not quite enough to kill or anything beyond stun them. )
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-06-08 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( ooc: sorry for the delay! it's been a trying week. if you'd rather wrap this up quick, or shelf this and jump into something new in the mingle, i'm good either way! )

( gustave shrugs, too, and glances down at his left arm. on the contrary, while not held back by a sling, it's not exactly a real arm—a prosthetic, made of metal and electric bindings by his cherished apprentices. )

We'll spare ourselves the handshake.

( he offers the vial to rune, waiting for the other man to take it. in the meantime, he'll examine the arm, for whatever he can see, at least. he's not a doctor, by any means, but... )

This happened before you woke up here?
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-06-08 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( ooc: sorry for the delay! it's been a trying week. if you'd rather wrap this up quick, or shelf this and jump into something new in the mingle, i'm good either way! )

( he feels this to be somewhat like when his apprentices would fess up about a mistake they had made, feeling awful for it. it draws a smile from him, noting that an zhe seems a little more calm now. )

You certainly did.

( no doubt about it; it was a bit of a sticky situation. )

Do you want me to help you park the car, or drive you to where you were going?

( it's the least he could do. besides, he thinks an zhe might not feel too willing to drive right away. )
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-06-08 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( ooc: sorry for the delay! it's been a trying week. if you'd rather wrap this up quick, or shelf this and jump into something new in the mingle, i'm good either way! )

( slow breaths, gustave tells himself, as he feels his anxiety spike at this talk about star systems, about travel beyond the means of what the people of lumière could ever hope to attain. a lot of this place is an unknown to him, and he hates the restless feeling under his skin, of electric sparks and time running out.

how strangely discomforting being in such a quiet moment, despite its hurdles, is. )


Hm.

( he makes a noise, as if to say he is listening, but isn't quite sure how to proceed entirely. )

—the phone, you mean? ( distractedly ) No, uh. I figured I'd learn the car thing first.
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-06-08 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( he laughs softly, a huff of a sound, tilting his chin downward. maelle had always been quick to do something new, embracing change with ease, but the arrival onto the continent had shaken her up more than he had ever seen her; her arrival here—he's sorry that he didn't get to be around just as she's arrived, to be at her side. )

I think you'd be unwilling to do so.

( and that much is his own earnest teasing thrown back at her.

her fingers feel so small in his hand, so gustave deliberately holds tighter onto her hand, brow cinching a touch. )


...I've rented a room nearby. ( well, put it down for more of his debt. ) I'd like you to stay with me for now, Maelle. Until we figure this place out.

( he adds, in case she finds reason to refute him— )

I won't keep you from going out. Just — I want to talk to you about something. It's important, I promise.
Edited 2025-06-08 21:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-06-08 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( ooc: sorry for the delay! it's been a trying week. if you'd rather wrap this up quick, or shelf this and jump into something new in the mingle, i'm good either way! )

( the question directed at him seems to come with a healthy dose of surprise and suspicion. almost as if there's a certainty that kindness should not come without a price, and that much catches gustave by surprise. )

I— yes, I would want to.

( he lifts up his hands, to show that he means no ill will. one of his hands, the whole left arm of it, is a prosthetic. )

I'm of the opinion that the best way to learn about these things ( the cars ) are by actually working on them. It's— an opportunity for me to learn, and I get to help you, too.

( he wonders if he's really convincing at all...

gustave stops and laughs softly, hanging his head for a moment before pacing a little, waving a hand. )


I know how this sounds, but I promise I'm not doing this to get anything in return. Or to steal from you.
Edited 2025-06-08 21:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] heritors 2025-06-08 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She has no intentions to go back home, why would she even think about diplomacy back there. :)

It's the confidence behind Arlecchino's words that gives her pause more than anything else. Shame has never been a motivator for why she does anything — but that doesn't mean the rest of it means nothing. Logically, there is no reason for her to follow in Chrom's footsteps. Not anymore.

What a thought. ]


Ah. [ She rolls the tire over to Arlecchino once prompted to do so, keeping her free hand on it until it's been handed off properly. ] I was told he was always an effective communicator, he just ... preferred other things. [ Because Naga forbid anyone even think Chrom was bad at something. ]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-06-08 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
( ooc: i'm down for that, too! ;w; i love them so much, kris... let's see how the vibes go in terms of tags here, but we can definitely push them together at the mingle, too! )

( wanda doesn't expect much from others when it comes to these inconsolable feelings about her brother. at times, she's felt that it's taken her 'too long' to grieve him; as if others want her to just be over it, move on to a new chapter of her life. but — how could they ever understand?

how could they ever understand the hole that remains in her soul, in her heart, ever since her brother died? every minute without him feels like a criminal act, and wanda can't find it in her to forgive herself. if there's a reason why she survived her parents, survived her brother, then what is it? would it not be better to just — die, too?

rotting in that cell seemed almost like the easiest way out of having to try at living.

hey.

it catches her by surprise, regardless of amos's intent, and her glancing over his way, at the offered hand. wanda stares at it for a really long time—seconds that seem eternal minutes—for this gesture wraps her into a significant roll of emotions, of weary contradictions.

and yet, she so tired. )


...

( wanda doesn't say anything, not a thanks, not anything, at all, as she brings up a hand up to join his, lets the cold she feels thaw away from the warmth she feels from this connection. amos would never know, how this is more than just a physical point of contact to her; his emotions, his thoughts, they're so — linear, so balanced, compared to her own. it makes her feel steady. in the same way that pietro would hold her face, hold her close, whenever she felt something too strong or painful through her powers, this, too, helps her feel safe—not quite in the same way, but similarly enough.

and while no thanks comes from her, amos will instead get— )


Sorry. I know this isn't... your problem.

( —an apology. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-06-08 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
( ooc: deffo feels like a good place to wrap with my tag! i'm having wanda find him at the mingle for sure. )

( really, perhaps they will never meet again. uncertainty lies ahead for them, and wanda feels even more uncertain for herself. kindness never comes for free, in her eyes, but meeting someone like henryk who wanted to help and did, treating her with patience makes wanda think that... maybe, just maybe, she'd want the one kindness of running into him again.

she swallows, lips thinning, not certain on how to respond to being held to it; a promise she isn't certain she'll be able to keep. but there's levity, when he offers to settle it with coffee.

it brings her to the idea that things don't have to be so complicated. )


It'd be better with some tea.

( god, she hopes she can find some food along the way.

giving henryk a nod, and uttering a very abrupt bye, wanda gets herself back in position on her motorcycle, to continue her route towards the city with a little more confidence than what she had started with. )
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-06-08 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
(ooc: no worries! i'm fine with either if you'd like to get mingling hoho.)

[[An Zhe looked at his truck very hard for a moment, considering.

His more standard calm demeanor was definitely having the chance to resettle itself, the softness of his voice starting to come at a more relaxed pace. Thanks for the good vibes, Gustave.]]

I think it would be best to try and park it properly for now.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-06-08 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
( she doesn't realize this, but she appreciates so much the way jesse decides not to focus on her display of weakness and somewhat shaky emotions at this time, instead giving his full focus to the idea of starting a band together. it was a thoughtless offer, not really thinking it would gain any traction...

and yet, jesse sounds as serious and nervous as wanda had, offering it up at all.

this much does earn him a quiet laugh from her, as she covers her mouth with her hand and looks outside, not wanting to be perceived as rude. wanda really isn't laughing at him! )


Bands can just be drums and another instrument, you know.

( when she turns to look at him, she's smiling, earnest. )

It's not like I can promise I will be good still at the piano or the guitar. Or that we'll even find music instruments in Panorama.

( it seems easier, now, like a weight's been lifted off her chest. and that's just the thing with her grief, she's found, that some days she is exceptionally well, and other times it just hits her out of nowhere, knocking her down to her knees. right now feels like one of the former moments, when she's okay—when it feels like things will be okay, even if nothing's changed at all. she turns to him now, a bit, not wanting to distract him from driving.

a shake of her head. )


I wasn't serious when I suggested it, but — I might be now that I know you're into it.

( she, too, was worried he'd think it was lame. figures. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-06-08 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
( ooc: I DO WANT HER TO GO BOWLING WITH HIM when the opportunity arises. i think we can end this on my tag and i will be on the lookout for him on the mingle hehe. )

( it will quite literally be her call, as she'll have to call or text him so that he can save her contact, too. or—you know—hear from her about the proposition to go bowling. besides, she thinks it'll be good for her to have some money to go bowling with.

it's not weird, though, right? surely scott will have other people he'll want to go bowling with.

...she's getting in her head about whether people like her at all... )


Okay.

( wanda takes her phone back, makes sure that his number is saved down as 'scott', then nods up at him. )

I promise I'll call. ( someone with a mop and a bucket stands near the two of them, as if saying, move it. so, wanda pockets her phone again and then glances back at scott. ) I'll — see you around, Scott.

( totally a goodbye she won't lament for how much cringe it gives her )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-06-08 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
( ooc: yeah! i'll be glancing at the mingle later but we can jive with this here until it feels like it reaches a plateau. )

Yeah.

( karen may feel like she sounds stupid, and while wanda thinks that the question, inherently, feels stupid, because of her own conflicted feelings about america and the lack of a sokovia in her present time, it's not a reflection of the woman. that much wanda knows.

it also means she's a little dry in her humor about it. )


It was a city in Sokovia.

( she checks one bottle from the other, wondering vaguely if she should shelf these based on their expiration dates...? )

It blew up.

( ah )
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[personal profile] catharses 2025-06-08 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that something we could ask for?

[ A genuine question if the sliver of surprise in his voice is anything to go by since Sunday hadn't considered that as an option. He's heard of as much from members of the Alfalfa Family at meetings in the past though for things on a far grander scale that The Family would deal with. They weren't the Oak Family's area of expertise, though his own strengths in rules and regulations feel rather hollow now. A flat tire is far more practical and immediate issues than what a guest might theoretically do if not given boundaries.

Sunday casts his own glance back in the direction they'd traveled once more now that it's not to search for any unknown debris before remembering the keys in his hand. A brief flipping through them brings him to what looks like the one for the trunk - only for him to discover it's unlocked anyway when he pulls on the handle. ]


I suppose that is a matter of concern since it seems they provide vehicles for many arrivals, so they'll want to know of any issues. Before we depart it would best to check both of your vehicles as well so that we don't run into any further problems.

[ Surely Yom Crook will want to know of this, too. Right? Maybe once they know how long the drive into the city is it'll be easier to get back and forth for such a discussion. He'll have to remember to mark this on the map if there was one - or find a map if there wasn't. For now he moves both of the folded seats out of the way to reveal the tire hidden beneath. ]

Hopefully this wheel will have better luck than the other one.

[ And hopefully there's no gods with senses of humor overhearing that statement since with a nod to Fern, Sunday grasps one side of the tire from where she is with the intent to pull it out from where it's wedged in. ]
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-06-08 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: perfect!! and i love them so much, too!! ]

[ This, at least, he's quick to respond to — ]

You're not a problem.

[ That's not exactly what she said, he knows, but to him it feels like a catch-all for whatever might be rooting around in her head. This isn't your problem, she said; the talk about her brother, her parents, what she's lost — all the this of it. But more than that, he just feels like she should know none of that and nothing about her — her past, what she did, what she didn't do, what she might do again that she hopes she doesn't — it's not a problem.

Hell, that could change, who knows. He doesn't tend to think far ahead, though, is the thing. He thinks about a moment he's in and what he needs to do then. Goes the same way if he's in that moment with someone. He takes people as they are in that moment, as long as they're sharing it together. When and if that changes, he'll adapt with it.

He figures as long as she needs his hand, he'll keep holding hers. He doesn't have a good sense of these things, he feels like; no good gauge for the kind of touch that can comfort. It's not something he's really ever known for himself or thought of. But then he briefly thinks back to Holden holding his face when he'd been blinded briefly, when he'd been the closest to afraid he'd been in decades, and how it steadied him. It can steady people — yeah, that's it. Steady. He'll just be steady again, long as she needs. ]
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[personal profile] heritors 2025-06-08 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The tension doesn't leave her when she reaches the top, but her shoulders drop. Just a little. She takes to scanning the rest of the roof tops for any signs of company while Amos moved straight for the pool of blood — but it's deserted. It seems that whoever pushed the man off the edge ( or perhaps he fell? ) got what they wanted ( or didn't foresee it going this way ). Outside of the gentle breeze and the occasional, muffled conversation in the distance — which she doesn't remember hearing in the darkness, but she was also focused on a dying man — it's quiet. Peaceful, almost.

Before she can really look at what he's found, though, her gaze flits to a random part of the roof, catching sight of an upturned book. ]
Ah, a moment— [ She jogs over to pick it up. It's a small notebook, well-worn but not exactly well-organized — there are smatterings of blank pages between filled ones in some random order, most of it hastily written. Another clue to add to the first — she brings it back to him so that they could be studied side by side. ]

What do you make of this? These appear to be dates, but... [ There's a quiet, vexed hum at the end of it. The left side of the page seems to follow a very standard format of ##/##/##, but the accompanying words are all gibberish. Either illegible, or purposely written as a cipher. She looks between the two. The notebook first, then the note.

( The whole thing could be a trap, an elaborate series of bait for them to end up just like the man that's been dropped on them. There's no real way to know unless the two of them get to the end — but could she ask a man she has just met to follow her to danger like this? ) ]


There's a room 417 at the motel across the way, I believe. Perhaps the man at the front will allow us to investigate, should we present this as evidence...? [ There's caution in her words, this time. Just in case Amos thinks this is enough reason to stop. ]
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-06-08 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ While Amos doesn't consider himself very good at all when it comes to feeling and showing emotions, he thinks he's decent enough at reading the people around him. Though he supposes it's no big stretch to assume that given their circumstances, she can't be feeling great right now, and that feels obvious in just the way her voice sounds, the weight of it. He gets it. And he briefly glances over at her, holding her eyes steady a moment, wordless, just — an affirmation that she isn't alone. He turns back to the window, the world out there beyond them, the place can't reach yet. ]

They said it was, uh — [ He searches for the word, unfamiliar. A slight pause as he keeps a look out the window. ] — jeep. Jeep Commando. [ He leaves out the year — '70s or '80s, he can't remember, and those are centuries way behind him. He doesn't know much about any of these vehicles in this world, he's not used to cars like this, but pickup means a little something because he remembers looking close at one before he'd landed on the one he got. So while it's hard as hell to make out anything through the rain, he's squinting and trying to identify shapes, and what he sees out there that actually catches his attention isn't a pickup, isn't his own car. ]

I think I see something. Someone else. Hard to make out a fucking thing, but — it's not just me, right? You see it, too?

[ A vehicle...smaller? And a shape, a shadow, a...person? Moving towards them? He starts to bang on the glass with his free hand now, like there might be a chance it's not just him seeing the wrong kind of things in the dark. ]
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[personal profile] lessnosey 2025-06-09 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Continue his little charade as captain? Don't mind if he does. 😊]

Oh, just one of the best ships ever touched by shipwright — the Going Merry. It was bestowed on me and my crew by a wonderful family friend, and we've been sailing the oceans on her ever since.

... Not to brag, anyway. Plenty of great crews out there who might make us break a sweat.

[Haaaaa.]