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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.
carcajous: (175)

[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-16 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh. That. Something in him settles down a bit. Logan can't explain why he was thinking there was more to her looks. Might have to do with how much he's not used to blending in. He was an X-Man for years—and once the Sentinels came, there was no more moving through the world unseen. Everybody knew who they were. Fighting a war they couldn't win.

He's still not sure if they did. But that's a problem for tomorrow.

His eyes follow hers to the jeep. What, that one? Yeah, alright. What the hell. He gets up, leaving his unfinished bike. If he's gonna show her, he oughta do it for the car she's actually driving.

He points at the lug wrench. ]
C'mon. Bring that.

[ It's that simple, huh? Falling back into the old days when there was a school and classes he kept getting dragged into subbing for 'til he might as well have been a damn teacher, anyway, even after he kept telling them he didn't want it. Wasn't any good for that sort of thing. Guess it's easier to let himself admit he misses it when it's all gone to shit.

Not that he's trying to do anything. Just—whatever. It'll take ten minutes. She can't have been around that long if changing a tire's still a mystery to her. (Her scent, though. What is it that he's missing?) ]


You just land here, kid?
vilebled: (pic#17829896)

arrival

[personal profile] vilebled 2025-05-16 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ It does not take a trained eye to pick her out of those gathered--humans, almost all humans. There should be a comfort in that, seeing so many people hale and whole, but Maria feels less joy and more confusion. But that's another issue entirely--though she put aside the hunt years ago, a hunter's instincts are impossible to fully shake off, and her gaze continues to draw towards the woman with long ears. Then again, Maria doesn't exactly blend in herself. A tall pale woman with light hair and lighter eyes, she stood out a bit even back in Yharnam.

To this woman's credit, she appears in full control of her faculties, which is surprising. Though few often remain in control when the transformation has begun. So while she gets her barrings and barters for her own supplies (a contract, how fitting), Maria keeps an eye on her.

Curious, she moves...fluidly. Normally. Has she somehow managed to put a stop to it? (Is she not too far off from the Vilebloods?) Questions that need answers, though it really isn't her business anymore to answer them.

So it's not exactly happenstance when Maria, having opted against taking a vehicle, willing to put herself at risk of whatever dangerous lay in these lands (it might be a version of self-punishment), that she finds there wolfin woman once again. No farther than Maria herself has gotten, it seems. There's a heavy pause before she gives in to her own innate curiosity and calls out softly, ]


Troubles with your...steed?
valle: (Laura-DPW-13)

[personal profile] valle 2025-05-16 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
( Somebody once said Deadpools are a dime a dozen in the Void. She's seen a variety of them — the long-haired one, the one with the cowboy hat, the one that's just a head. She's even seen a blonde one. But she's never met one quite like this, and there's an utter lack of recognition on Laura's deliberately stoic face when she turns her eyes Gwen-ward at the second psst.

She's expecting to get called out. She's expecting to have to drop this young woman, or make a run for it, or something.

She's not expecting advice on how to shoplift better.

Her eyes flicker from the interloper to the jacket, then back again. The one she's sporting is denim, with a patch ironed onto the back for some band she's never heard of. It looks like exactly her style, but.... admittedly, with terribly impractical pockets.

A long moment spent considering, and then she nods her head down to the sagging messenger bag hanging by her hip.
)

That's what this is for. ( Which is probably not something she should say to an employee, but fuck it, they're already there. ) You plan on turning me in?
markofkaine: (alert)

kaine parker :: marvel comics

[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-16 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
ARRIVAL;; flat tire

[Of course this was bound to happen. What else did he expect? Parker luck, right on schedule. This and a litany of cursing filled his inner monologue as Kaine walked himself over to inspect the busted tire on his newly owned, actually extremely used and barely holding itself together clunker of a car. And boy, it was hard to picture a tire being flatter than that. It looked like something tore it open, for fuck’s sake.]

Fuck… [Kaine breathed out as he laid out his options. He could try to get the tire off (did he know how to change a tire? Not even remotely,) but he didn’t have a spare on hand. He could walk back to that shady scrapyard and get another loan from that Crook weirdo, either for another tire, or a whole other car.

And, to add insult to injury, as a last ditch option, he could try hitch hiking. If he’s being forced to walk anyway…

Maybe some good Samaritan passes him while he’s making the long, shitty walk back to the Scrapyard. Or maybe you just happen to pass by while he’s trying to get a closer look at this stupid wheel - by grabbing the car by the bumper and lifting the back half of the vehicle off the ground and over his head. Don’t worry about it. He knows what he’s doing. (He doesn’t.)]


EXPLORE; power outage

[Kaine was not one to think deeply on matters of finance. Debt? That sounds like a problem for future-him! And what was the worst they’d really do to collect, huh?

…Still. He had no idea what he was dealing with, in this unfamiliar world. For once in his miserable life, he had to acknowledge that maybe it was better not to draw unnecessary ire. It’s not like staying at a busted hotel was new to him. In fact it was almost nostalgic, as pathetic as that sounded. What with the first several years of his life being spent, at best, in rat-infested motels or at worst, in sewers? A blackout was nothing.

All the same, he was not on board for any midnight intruders. Most people wouldn’t venture too far in the dark - they’d stay close to the stairs, the exits, to cut down on how much they’d have to fumble in the dark. Kaine had no such problems in low light. He headed to the furthest room down the hall, where hopefully no one was sheltering in.

All it’d take is a liberal application of spider-webbing from his wrists to seal his room away from prying eyes. So if anyone does try and open his door, maybe they’d manage to get it open a crack before sticky webs keep it from opening further. Huh!]


LOCKDOWN; sealed in

[This is exactly what he should’ve expected, responding to a STUPID emergency message! Wow! Why did he ever, ever bother with this hero shit?!

And just like a proper superhero, Kaine was very much not freaking out as the water levels rise. The way he was punching the glass was extremely measured and rational, actually. So was the yelling. And, after a minute, the way he picks up a whole table and smashes it against the window - that was also a calculated move.]


Stupid fucking quarantine my fucking ass!! I’m going to find whoever fucking programmed this fucking building and fUCKING KILL THEM— [and other such level headed verbalizations.

Eventually, as the waters start to rise above his knees, the realization that he really needs to find that code because there was no other way out really rears its ugly head. Spitting more curses, Kaine starts flipping through crap on the desks he hadn’t yet overturned, hastily scanning for anything that resembled a password.

—Out of the corner of his eye, a face. Even in the dark water, her skin is pale as death. Kaine’s head whips over, alarmed - only to find nothing.



Get a grip. But, even as he thinks those words to himself, more ghostly visages rear their heads. They stare at him with dead eyes, only to disappear when he charges in their direction. Kaine’s breathing grows heavy.]


F… fuck off. I’m kinda fucking busy here!

[He could feel guilty later. For the rest of his life. But god… he has to fight the urge to retch.]

WILDCARD; whatever

drop me a line at [plurk.com profile] punchpolygons!
Edited 2025-05-16 05:26 (UTC)
markofkaine: (excuse me what)

arrival

[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-16 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[It’s rude to stare. True. But, in Kaine’s defense, this was clearly some kind of elf or whatever. You don’t come across those every day.

But he knew better than to stick his nose in other people’s business. That’s never been anything but extra trouble on his plate, and he already had his hands plenty full, thank you. Also, he has his own piece of shit car to pick out.

That said…]


Why the hell’d you get a motorcycle when you don’t know how t’fucking ride one?

[Okay yeah no he’s running his stupid mouth. He can’t help it, this chick is clearly out of her depth.]
vilebled: (pic#17829896)

[personal profile] vilebled 2025-05-16 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ If Maria doesn't make out of this, well, she is ready to accept that fate. But her real concern is that of the medicine in here with her--this seems like a city where every pill and every vial counts. She would hate for people to go without if something could be done about it.

That shadow again. This time, Maria notices it as she looks around to try and see if there is any other clear exit. Her brows raise lightly as she points in the direction she thought she saw it go. A corner?

Unfortunately, the lack of knowledge with this sort of technology has her unaware that a panel on a wall could be part of the equation. ]
swedge: (anger ⇏ killer instinct)

[personal profile] swedge 2025-05-16 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ the last time time they saw it each other, it had been goodbye - but for jo, that had only been a handful of days ago, maybe a couple of weeks. the explosion they'd set up that was meant to send her and the hellhounds that did that to her sky high had been the last thing she actually remembered, before waking up on the med bay cot. before getting her ride and hauling ass to panorama.

and dean? dean had looked different then. a few less wrinkles, a little different of a haircut. he certainly didn't look at her like that- with a kind of wide eyed stare that make jo's skin crawl. it was like he was looking at a ghost, or something worse, and she almost says as much before he finally blinks and the look is gone, replaced by... something else. and when he finally starts talking, that also feels different, feels off, but jo doesn't have the time to figure out why. ]


And they didn't hear any of that- [ she gestures at the chair he'd just been shattering against the barely touched glass. her eyes go inside, to the bubbling water and how the person in there is still just moving around, chasing something in the water that can't be good. ] The glass's gotta be soundproof. Beatin' it's not gonna do jack all. And if they're not lookin' up-

[ think jo. she worries at her lower lip, taking the couple of steps over and pressing her hands to the glass. she tries looking for seams, for anything really that dean probably missed going headfirst into trying to break it but there isn't much to see. it seems to be sealed tight, but it has to open, and if there's some kind of panel- ]

You got a light? [ she says, a bit abruptly, glancing back to catch a hint of that same look from before. the same shock, if only for half a second before it's gone again. ] Dean- [ she doesn't have time for this, none of them do. ] A flashlight, anything. They can't hear us through this, but they should still be able to see. Right? [ jo steps away from the glass and starts searching her jacket pockets, as if she might have something hidden away. she knows she doesn't- this place is lacking in just about everything, so the idea she'd just have that a bit ridiculous, but there has to be something. ]
alwaysme: (the picture was a painting of you)

[personal profile] alwaysme 2025-05-16 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[I don't die.] You and me both. [But that's less immortality on Jinx's part and more just the warped reality fate has dealt her again and again.

She teeters off her perch and thumps down with grace to her feet nearby, clicking her tongue.]
Spicy. [It's a compliment. Probably.] I need someone to watch my back. [Not a shadow. Isha was a shadow. And that went... that went wrong.] Assuming everyone's going to stab you in the back or betray you is one thing--but if I'm useful to you and you're useful to me--less likely to betray one another so fast, mm? And the goody-two-shoes' are useless, they don't understand survival.

You don't die. [She spins on a heel to look at her.] But do you get tired? [There's an unbalanced seriousness to that question; Jinx is tired. More than. Jinx is exhausted. Maybe the girl doesn't wear out. Wouldn't that be lucky for her. But Jinx. Jinx is teetering.]
markofkaine: (i don't know enough but that doesn't see)

Arrival

[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-16 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[…Wow. That dinky little truck just fell over, huh. Kaine had no words. Though there were some words that made a valiant attempt at describing the sight. ‘Pathetic’, perhaps. Or ‘Destined to die in a gutter’. Maybe even ‘You are the worst thing I’ve ever seen’.

With a grunt, he strides over - half driven by morbid curiosity and half concern definitely not concern, just annoyance. He was annoyed that he had to look at that! And then, as easily as one might pick up a toy, he lifts the truck with one hand. Peers inside.]




Are you a fucking moron or something?
carcajous: (207)

cheez-its.

[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-16 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, he can smell Peter in his room before he even gets within sight of it. And yeah, it's not a scent (or face) he's expecting, but that's been the theme for the past couple weeks. People he never would've thought he'd see showing up.

All things considered? Peter's the least surprising of them.

Logan pushes open the door, eyes landing on the table. His forehead wrinkles. Is that—? Why the hell does he have...never mind. Logan nudges an empty pizza box to the side with his foot. He's got his jacket slung over his shoulder and a carton of lukewarm noodles in his hand. ]


Make it a beer and we've got a deal.

[ Hey, kid. ]
valle: (Laura-DPW-19)

[personal profile] valle 2025-05-16 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
( He agrees more easily than she'd expected. She wouldn't have been surprised, honestly, if he'd shot her down. Said something to the effect of, I'm not your mechanic, get lost. Anything to shoo her off.

But she's not a kid, and he's not an old man — or at least, not as old as she remembers him being. Probably still older than he looks. She hasn't given him a reason yet to be annoyed by her existence.

He seemed a little more patient in the comic books she read than he did in person. Maybe this one is an alternate from a kinder world, like those were. Maybe it's the same man, only younger and therefor less bitter. Maybe if she keeps her shit together well enough, she can be perceptive enough to figure it out before she decides how to handle this.

The idea comes with an added bonus: she really does need to learn how to change a fucking tire. There weren't an abundance of vehicles to practice on by the time she was old enough to learn; not in the place she wound up.

She brings the wrench. Offers it over as she settles in nearby — not quite next to him, a few too many inches away for that. Careful, calculated distance.
)

A week ago, maybe. ( She answers, deliberately vague. Something bordering nonchalant, but not quite reaching it. ) You?

( He's been at this motel for days, she thinks — but he could've been here longer. This place, this world, this universe. Dimension. Whatever you call it. She's starting to lose track of the terminology, and anyway, does it really fucking matter? )
alwaysme: (don't want to be like you)

[personal profile] alwaysme 2025-05-16 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Jinx has no route in particular. Wandering, merely. Maybe she'll find a way up to the roof.] I don't pay for the lights. I pay for the room--or you know I would if I had any pocket change and wasn't just constantly digging a grave for all my climbing debt-- [She wonders how long until that's gonna be a problem.] So anyway, in theory we pay for our rooms and they pay for the lighting. That's, like, how a business would work in Normalville.

Here? I don't know. [A half lazy shrug.] Could just be a fritz or a breaker. Haven't really bothered to check. What, don't like the dark?
crashlikeaduck: (Might solve a mystery)

Launchpad McQuack | Ducktales (2017)

[personal profile] crashlikeaduck 2025-05-16 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
SCRAPYARD

[Launchpad was used to bad landings. Coming out of the hospital tent, he didn't seem at all phased by his injuries. Almost as if a lifetime of crashes had made him adaptable to all kinds of physical harm and unexpected landings. Likewise, the usual adjustment period that many others needed when waking up in a new world with a masked stranger roping them into a predatory loan was completely absent from him. All Launchpad needed to hear was "car" and he was already eagerly running to the nearest beat up Fiat, raring to go. It was only after he put his hands on the driving wheel and his head out the window that he remembered to ask this mysterious benefactor:]

Uh, so does that mean if I damage it then it comes out of my salary? Because that's what Mr. McD always says but I crash way more often than every six months!

[If you were one of the passersby to hear such a thing you might want to share your concerns about this predatory arrangement. Or gawk. Or simply wait to see what happens as he revs the engine and the car flies off the road, bumping its way over the hazardous, barren landscape until it tips over. Then, improbably, rolls and somehow tips over again until it's mostly right side up, settling with a groan of metal and gears creaking back into resting place. It's quiet as the dust settles, until from inside the vehicle you could hear the triumphant yell.]

Nailed it!



PANORAMA

[When the blackout hits and lights go out, it might be a little worrisome. But never fear, a loud and reassuring baritone voice rings out into the dark.]

Don't worry! I've got my trusty Junior Woodchuck guidebook here, and it will give us plenty of tips to turn the lights back on. I just...huh, having a little trouble reading it in the dark.

[Maybe less reassuring...]
markofkaine: (kaine kaine)

road trip

[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-16 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Kaine’s head jerks up from examining a clunker on wheels he’d been weighing for his own ride. (Does he resemble someone? Maybe. Don’t think about it too hard.) Why was this rando talking to him? Not just talking, ordering him around with an air of authority? It makes him want to reject it outright, just as a kneejerk reaction.

So, he does.]
What? No.

[…After a second, adding on for good measure,] Fuck you.
didthedishes: (pic#17851954)

robert "bob" reynolds / mcu

[personal profile] didthedishes 2025-05-16 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
SPOILERS for thunderbolts* will be clearly marked!
CW bob's character and backstory includes domestic abuse, addiction and depression; if you'd like to opt-out of mentions of this/opt out of interactions with bob, please pm me!

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FREE SAMPLES
[ It figures that he'd end up in this kind of situation again. Not that there's anything wrong with sign spinning. It's an honest way to make a living or in this case pay off a debt that he hadn't expected and they'd needed a guy to help out since they were short staffed. Is it what he had been hired to do? No, not really. But if there's anything Bob had become accustomed to doing, it was helping. And really, he'd had worse working conditions. Sign spinning is significantly easier when you aren't high or coming down from one.

You might spot him (read: a giant neon pink and green inflatable octopus with googly eyes) spinning a sign quite skillfully outside the pavilion in an attempt to cajole you into the grocery store. Or maybe you spot him shuffling awkwardly through the crowd in said costume handing out samples - only to be toppled over and very obviously having trouble getting up. Or maybe it's break time and you look up to see a giant octopus staring at you. One of its arms raises up in greeting while holding out a tray. Though his voice is somewhat muffled there's a weary, almost hesitant humour to it. You might even imagine he sounds somewhat sheepish. It's hard to say when you can't see his face. ]


...Do you mind helping me out of this? I have all of these arms and not one of them can reach the zipper. [ And just in case his fellow co-worker needs persuading - ] I have samples. As a thank you.

LOCKDOWN | SPOILERS AHOY
If A... ❗DEFINITELY SPOILERS HERE ❗
[ He can hear any number of voices telling him that coming out here alone based on nothing but the barest hint of a cry for help is a very stupid, no good idea. If his latest adventure had taught him anything (though it's shaping up to nothing in this case), it's that staying behind someone more capable than he was, someone who isn't likely to go careening off into the void (see what he did there?) and pull everything in along with him is the smart thing to do.

But hey, he dropped out of high school. He never claimed to be smart. And besides, it sort of sounded like this Felix Bjurstorm really wanted some help.

Except the minute the door locks behind him he knows this is a mistake. His chest tightens and he feels his heart rabbiting against the cage of his ribs as he slams against the windows. What was the point of having (or is it being?) Sentry if he can't break out of what is another obvious trap? The last time he'd been trapped like this he'd had others - friends - to help him.

But where are your friends now? Whispers sound from the corner of the room as inky blackness pools around his ankles creeping up his legs. He's alone. He's done his best to be fine, just fine, but who is he without his friends? Alone. But are you alone? You've got me, Bobby. Panic crawls up his throat as his fist slams against the glass again and again as the water rises and the voice chuckles low and deep with an almost sick glee. The pounding stops but not because he's noticed the computer screen. It's because faces that he knows can't be there are floating dead eyed in the water staring back at him: Alexi. John. Yelena. Ava. Bucky.

And for some reason, he knows he's the cause. ]
If B... | SPOILERS OPTIONAL, PLEASE LMK IF YOU'D LIKE SPOILER-FREE!
[ This isn't usual. Him being the one who's meant to help save the day that is. Not that he's seeing it that way. He's long come to the conclusion there is nothing heroic about him, nor does he want there to be. He's happy being Bob. Helping those who need it. Just trying to keep the peace and darkness at bay, and now, trying to pay off a debt.

Which has somehow led him to banging on the window to get some stranger's attention. Ready to get into a game of charades with possibly the worst person to get into a charades game with? ]
Hey! Hey - can you hear me?!

[ Or maybe you've played a successful game. The door is open and Bob is bleeding but that seems of little concern to him despite there being a lot of blood streaming down his hands. Relief floods his expression as he holds out a hand to you before looking down at it, realizing that probably isn't sanitary and giving it a quick wipe on his own clothes before extending it again. ]

That wasn't bad right? We should do that again. When we aren't. You know.


WILDCARD
[ Choose your own adventure! ]
Edited 2025-05-16 06:38 (UTC)
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athena the gladiator / borderlands

[personal profile] badassassin 2025-05-16 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
FLUXDRIFT: FENDER BENDER.
Do you know how to drive? Maybe you just don't know how to operate a stick shift. Or perhaps you've just never driven a car this big before and you're anxious. The details don't matter; what's important is that for whatever reason, you stop short, and the motorcycle that definitely was tailgating you smacks into your vehicle.

What are the rules of the road on this planet? Is there insurance? These are also things that don't matter, because the person driving the motorcycle is already off it, flinging her helmet to the ground and spreading her arms wide.

"What the hell was that! Are you stupid? You might be stupid!"


PANORAMA: THE PAVILION.
Athena has never had a normal job in her entire life. Murdering people and fighting increasingly weird aliens, sure, but those aren't highly transferrable skillsets.

Still, until she finds work in something she's more suited to—or she hears word of a gladiatorial arena—she needs some way to pay for her lodgings. Working stock at the supermarket is brainless, or at least it usually is, until some genius decides they want a specific jar that happens to be at the very bottom of the display and sends the whole thing crashing down.

She approaches with a mop gripped in both hands like a polearm, murder in her eyes, and says through clenched teeth: "Move."


THE FRINGES: SEALED IN.
Of course this happens to Athena during her first ever mission on this planet. What else did she expect? The brackish water has risen to her hips, making her movements irritatingly sluggish as she wades through the stupid fucking mess that has become her life.

She backhands a crate that has drifted in her way. It spins around as it floats away, gently bumping up against—the desk! Of course, the desk, on which there is a computer, in which there is perhaps the code she needs for the door.

It would help if she was good with computers, though. It only takes a minute before she's shaking the monitor like it's a stubborn vending machine that's eaten her last dollar, and when that doesn't work, she hefts it up over her shoulder and prepares to throw it at the window.

Then she sees that you're on the outside looking at her and she stops. Pauses. Sets the monitor back down. "Door's locked," she says, though you'd better be good at reading lips through the sound-proof glass.


WILDCARD OPTION & NOTES.
[ i will switch to brackets if you prefer! you can also throw a wildcard at me or hmu at [plurk.com profile] bloodmoney or PM if you want to plot something specific. ]
markofkaine: (sus)

02

[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-16 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[It sure is dark in here. Which doesn’t seem to bother Kaine at all - how he got nightvision, he has no idea, but he’s not about to complain. He was en route to stealing a room for himself when he’s witness to this horrifying act of burglary, pausing mid step with a raised brow of interest.

Funny how he didn’t see the guy raise a fist to punch through the glass. Then again, it wasn’t like he was paying close attention? He really doesn’t care that much either way. But hey, if he’s being offered a bribe… shrug!]


Fine by me. I take payment in potato chips.
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flat tire

[personal profile] crashlikeaduck 2025-05-16 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Kaine may be too engrossed in absolutely knowing what he's doing to see the haphazard Fiat driving down the road as he checks his car. But it's hard to miss as it narrowly sideswipes some sagebrush and possibly the other side of his bumper as the car comes to a sudden stop and the window rolls down to reveal...somebody?]

Hey there! First crash, huh? It's a special event in your driving career. Even if you only wrecked one tire. Need a hand?

[This man...duck? Pelican?? Sounds entirely too chipper for some post-apocalyptic wasteland. But he also sounds like someone who has dealt with a flat tire or two. Or twenty...]
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-16 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's an almost synchronized stillness that seems to grip the people meandering around, the moment that scream tears through the otherwise quiet night. People chattering, whispering, planning if they should head somewhere else for the night, if the power might come back soon; it all just stops. It's not a big crowd, and everyone's scattered enough that it's not like there's some unspoken consensus that they should all run towards the scream.

Really, despite some hushed chatter remaining around them, for all that it means to Amos, it's just him and this guy who happen to be sharing space right now, wondering about some stranger in apparent distress.

There's no immediate urgency to move, at least for Amos. Maybe there should be. ]


No idea.

[ The lights went out, the world got darker, and it's like a gate opening up, like whatever reigned in some of the people around who wanted to just do bad things is gone now, and good luck to everyone else.

So the thing about the scream — ]


Could be anything.

[ He doesn't say this to make light of it, or even to let himself off the hook from checking it out. It's just a statement of fact, a consideration of the next course of action; he's just gotten here, he's still getting settled, and there's the matter of self-preservation. It's fucking dark out; someone might have screamed because a rat brushed across their leg for all he knows. Or it could be the other extreme. He's not saying they don't go, he's not saying they do. There's no certainty of what and who it was, though, and so his thoughts turn to his crew, because he's further away than he was before, and in a moment when he's not sure he can trust his own instincts to be the right ones, he'll lean on them for guidance. Holden would go, wouldn't hesitate. ]

I'm gonna check it out.

[ Stay or go, pal, your choice. ]
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[personal profile] valle 2025-05-16 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
( You and me both earns a sharp, scrutinizing eye — a long second spent trying to determine how literal she ought to take that, only to ultimately decide this girl's throwing it out ironically. You can never really tell by looks alone who is and isn't a mutant. Not unless they have a physical mutation that stands out, something too obvious to hide. Blue hair alone doesn't cut it.

She smells strange. Like gunpowder. Like something else.

But the words she's saying are the right ones, apparently, because the claws begin to slowly retract back into Laura's fists. Inch by reluctant inch, as she scrutinizes Jinx throughout her spiel, looking for a lie. Looking for deception. Ulterior motive. The other girl's heartbeat is steady and true; if she's got some kind of plan in play to fuck Laura over, she's far too cool about it for her to pick up on.

This isn't altogether too different from the first conversation she'd had with Elektra — though Elektra was older, more straightforward. Less of an unexpected wildcard. Easier to take at face value.

The premise is the same, though. Two people on their own are at risk. Two people together taking turns watching each other's backs... better. Safer.

Do you get tired?

The answer comes after a long pause, and it comes slowly.
)

Sometimes. ( Whether she means physically or emotionally... sometimes. ) Less than you do, probably.

( At least, that's what it seems like based on the way she's asking. She was raised to compartmentalize. Her healing factor keeps her from needing all that much sleep. Makes it so she can run on four hours or so the way some people need eight, with no real drawbacks. )

So that's it. You help me, I watch your back? That simple?
markofkaine: (covers face)

Re: flat tire

[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-16 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[He was about to curse out the driver of that Fiat for nearly clipping him when the window rolls down and— it’s a talking duck.



Yeah okay. You know what, this might as well happen. Maybe it’s another one of the High Evolutionary’s experiments, maybe it’s a mutant. This might as well be his life now. Getting roadside assistance from a duck. He kneads his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.]


What, you got a spare in that trunk of yours?
Edited 2025-05-16 06:13 (UTC)
argumentiste: (12)

i'm screaming also 02

[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-16 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Let it be known that while Alisaie might have very little problem disrespecting her elders, there's no way she's about to stand by watching an elder be disrespected when he's (probably) done nothing to deserve it.

She's dressed up in a horrendously ill-fitting store uniform indicating that she does, in fact, work here (temporarily), and after spying him try and fail to get any cheese she does the thing she's been explicitly instructed not to do: cut the line off and leave her post so she can go and follow peepaw through the crowd with a whole tray of fresh cheese.

...Except the moment he spins around is the exact moment she arrives. Several pieces of cheese sadly fall to the floor but she manages to catch the rest before they topple. No matter! She's going to offer him a bright customer-service smile all the same. ]


Oh! I was about to ask if you wanted some cheese, actually. You left the line before actually getting to try any. [ AKA: She saw you get cut off. Multiple times. There's a pointed pause however at the offered egg. ] I'm not supposed to have any, technically. I heard resources a little sparse here so you should eat up while you can.
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01 hi chris

[personal profile] occulti 2025-05-16 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Meanwhile, Ken isn't really sure if he is.. okay with just being given a car and driving it, so when he sees somebody heading up to her car and.. embracing it, he only wishes he had a miniscule of that kind of confidence. But hey, he's a highschool student living in Japan-- driving a car would be a luxury for someone like him, so of course he doesn't really know how.

Besides the whole myriad of other emotions running through his veins right now, he can't help but keep watching Gwen from a distance, nervously rolling back and forth on the heels of his feet. He doesn't want to bother a stranger, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Finally, he calls out: ]


H.. Hey!

[ yes hi ]
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Re: flat tire

[personal profile] crashlikeaduck 2025-05-16 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Aflac must exist in 616 too, Kaine! But point taken. Launchpad steps out, gives a brief stretch of his shoulders and goes pop open his trunk.]

Probably? To be honest, the minute that masked guy started talking numbers at me, I drifted off. Attention-wise. He didn't give me the keys yet.

But don't worry! Even if we're missing a spare, I've fixed up flat tires with all kinds of things. Gum tree sap, duct tape, hot air balloons, a ghost horse with the statue of Mr. McD's head on top... That one he was the helper, not the materials, but it shows good roadside assistance looks like lots different things.

[Which may be necessary because the trunk opens and instead of a spare tire it's a couple of uninflated giant duck and swan pool rings. The large ones that can fit kids in them.]
Edited 2025-05-16 08:43 (UTC)
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-16 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[He finds himself wishing that she had the means to actually harm him--but nobody here has a weapon and though rage is potent, there's little it can actually do. Viktor knows what Jinx is capable of; he'd once told her that she could build, instead of destroy. Now, he thinks, if she wanted to unleash that destructive power against him, it would be warranted.

Viktor will let her do what she needs, even as he feels Jayce's distress in the periphery of his mind. Still, he's entirely inert, unresponsive to Jinx's onslaught and equally motionless when Jayce tries to physically separate them. He takes an involuntary step backward, almost surprised.

The last thing he wants is for Jinx to turn her ire on Jayce. He tries to move between them again, this time using his arms to hold them both at bay, as far away from each other as he can.
]

Do whatever you want to me. [Even if Jayce will certainly object to that statement.] Just...don't hurt him.
Edited (wanted to add dialogue sryyyy) 2025-05-16 06:49 (UTC)