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TEST DRIVE ∞ May 2025

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

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

But first, you need to find a ride.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then you open your eyes.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What do you do? You have three choices:

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

B: Set Free
As you peer through the windows, you see not just the crates of medicine but someone trapped inside. They look like they might be in trouble, and from your vantage point, you notice that the water is bubbling strangely. It's definitely not normal rainwater. As you watch, the water rises unnaturally, stopping and starting. It's as if the water level is responding to an external stimulus.
  • The glass is soundproof. You can't hear what the person inside is saying, so you'll have to communicate with each other another way. Try charades, typing on your phone, or whatever you think of. Eventually, you determine that they're stuck and that you need to enter some sort of code onto a pad located—according to your trapped partner—at the back of the building.
  • Around the back, shadows swallow your surroundings. The panel must be pried open, but a slippery substance makes it hard to get a good grip. Each time the substance touches you, you grow uneasy. You swear you see eyes watching you, though when you turn around, nothing's there.
  • You can't seem to keep the instructions in your mind. And those symbols...they burn into your retinas. Through them, you glimpse an incomprehensibly massive figure unfurling in the darkness, pulsing as if in a deep sleep. When you snap back to reality, you realize you've injured yourself, slicing your hand on a sharp edge or a bruise you can't remember getting.
  • Once you manage to release the doors, the water inside the office drains upward into the sky as though sucked out by a giant hose. The darkness spreads. Get out of there fast before the shadows drag you or your partner into the void.
Of course, you don't have to help anyone. You can leave the individual there, make a deal, or outright extort them. But remember, you're not the only person on these roads. You might want to play your cards carefully, even if altruism isn't your first instinct.
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-06-10 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I doubt that. [ Adrian replies, disbelief clear in his voice. That he must keep line of sight on these ruffians is nearly torturous because he can't watch the man beside him work his own magic. Even Alden, with the gifts he was born to, was forced to use his spell focus and rely on enhancing recognizable spells. He imagines that he can feel the shift and change in the weave, though perhaps it's only the breeze that stirs with the spell.

It's almost a fireball spell, but not the same at all. Fascinating. He can't even be sure that the words are necessary in the casting, though they are quite impressive, reverberating off the walls. All of it is spectacle, and none of it is lethal. Adrian can't help but appreciate that.

The men run, fleeing as fast as their feet will carry them, and Adrian lets go of his own spell with a slow exhale. Pain radiates from the mark on his back, but he's well accustomed to ignoring it now. He rushes down to help snuff out the last of the fire in a largely mundane fashion, using mage hand to help with any out-of-reach embers and an old cloak hung up by the door to smother the threat of flame. ]


Good show, my friend. [ He says, unable to help a quiet laugh. ] That should make them think twice about assaulting any other establishments tonight. I'm Adrian, by the way. A pleasure to meet you, even in these circumstances, Mister...?
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[personal profile] pagings 2025-06-10 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ and he's still not listening. karen huffs out an annoyed sound, her eyes darting down the hall and then back to him. he's either stubborn, stupid, or maybe knows what he's doing. karen doesn't like the idea, but she's not about to make a stand here before they even figure out what's happening down the hall.

back up plan? she looks down the hall towards the noise, then back to him again. ]


I need to know what's happening first. [ a beat, a frown. ] Why? What was your plan?
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-06-10 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Logan's gaze is fixed on Karen for a long moment. She is wrong, is the thing. He wishes it did, wishes he could see it as a way to start over, and if he was the only one around, he could tell himself that's what this was. Let the X-Men do their thing back home. Take himself out the picture. If that's what it means to make the world better, who's he to argue? He's not exactly vital to their fight against the worst of humanity. Charles was the lynchpin that held them together.

But Charles is here. Scott is here. And that means somewhere, something's not right at all.

That'd be one confession too many for the night, though. Maybe she can read his silence for what it is, anyhow.

He glances at his bike, then back at the ground between his feet. ]
Not too rusty with trucks, either.

[ Is it an offer? A move? Hell if he knows, but his phone buzzes before the door opens too wide. Whoever it is, it seems to get Logan moving, picking up the oil-stained pan and the rag as he stands. ]

See you around?
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-06-10 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Adrian nods. He feels — conflicted, to say the least. On the one hand, their party is short two members in what would have been the most important task they've undergone yet. On the other hand, at least he knows that Fern is safe, and the mundane dangers of this world are well within her ability to handle them. But Ireena... It feels awful to disappoint her once again, after he final plea. He envies Martin, in perhaps a selfish way, to have only his John to worry for, and to know that they're together even here.

He shakes his head at Martin's fretting, clearing his own thoughts as well. ]
If we are suddenly beset by... people who want to bend flesh into flowers or what have you, I'll know who to blame.

[ Adrian shifts, letting himself ease down off of his knees so that he can sit more comfortably on the ground, legs still folded under him. ]

Well, that makes two of us. [ What's self worth again? ] You don't need to be important to be a warlock, only useful to the thing that's granted you power — or, in the wrong place at the right time.

[ He curls his fingers under his chin again, pretending to think. ] Maybe that's the problem, then. You don't seem like an ass. Have you worked on that at all?

[ He shakes his head again, laughing quietly. ] It's quite alright. I would prefer to trust the wrong people than to ignore the right ones, and Lady Fern has her own compelling reasons for feeling quite the opposite. She is very kind, though, if you're lucky enough to find yourself worthy of her trust. I've never seen a more loyal heart than hers.

[ And he knows, at least to some degree, this is why their differences have become nearly unreconcilable. She cares too much, and he's undeserving of it. He wonders if John feels much the same about Martin. ] I'll have to introduce you when I can. The two of you would have much to commiserate over, I think. At the risk of making too bold an assumption about a man I haven't met, I suspect your John only wants to protect you. Wait— what was that about a demigod?
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-06-10 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Again, that subtle tension, but Adrian has no idea what to make of it. Viktor seems to carry on without delay, so Adrian can only assume that this is something between the two of them.

The explanation is useful, and Adrian replays it in his mind, though he wishes for a quill to make notes. The book hadn't really gone into depth about why the oil needed to be changed, and what exactly it did. It's all strange but fascinating. ]
That's very helpful, Mr. Viktor. So the smoke comes from the stress placed on the engine by all of the friction?

[ He's mostly just confirming that he understands, as he would with any of his tutors back home. ]

Runic sequences... I've not heard them called that. [ Is he trying to memorize them to play with later? Maybe so. ] Do you use them as well, Mr. Jayce?

[ Perhaps a bit indelicate, but curiosity has yet to kill the warlock... ]
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[personal profile] decussate 2025-06-10 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
(( ooc: no worries! I'm down to keep going for now over here! ))
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-06-10 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
I changed links
Edited 2025-06-10 23:58 (UTC)
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[personal profile] magike 2025-06-10 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
( she scoffs at that )

God isn't that creative.

( even if he has made many different universes, though from her understanding, it's usually only one thing that was changed in each. she's fairly certain she can be confident about the banshee being familiar to her. whether or not he believes her )

Are you going to help?

( she turns from him, starting to look around his room for anything that might have a shred of gold in it )
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-06-10 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's still not sure that he believes her. But he better be safe than sorry, if he's going to go out and confront this creature. ]

I am.

[ He's just standing by the window instead, holding a hand out to the city beyond. After a few good seconds, pieces of jewelry and accessories come to his hand, all of them a distinct bright colour. They seem to morph and shift in form, melding together and shape into a dagger that he then holds by the hilt.

He holds it to her. ]


Will this do?
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[personal profile] magike 2025-06-10 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
( rowena had been too busy rummaging around in his room to see what he was doing, looking over at him as the last of the dagger melds into shape, as if melting and reforming just in his hand. like magic.

she crosses quickly back to him, plucking it from his hands without comment and turning it over in hers. she doesn't know how he did it but it's gold, it would work )


Now we need to find it. ( though judging by the closer scream she was on her way

and she'll offer the dagger back to him )
I can trap her, you'll need to stab her.

( she can't do both. have fun )
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[personal profile] magike 2025-06-10 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
It is, that's why I'm offering it.

( though rowena's certainly specific in who she offers it to. she had her reasons: anne looked like she needed a drink, and perhaps rowena thought she could get something from the woman )

What would you prefer to be drinking?
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[personal profile] yeahmagnets 2025-06-10 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jesse grins, wide and relieved like he just got off the hook for a crime he definitely committed. He points the end of his candy bar toward Eddie in salute. ] Knew I liked you, man. [ He takes another bite of his own bar, talks around it with zero shame. ]

Can't lie, though; I was kinda ready to throw myself to the mercy of the cheese gods. Like, make an offering, get in line, weep at the altar of cheddar. Shit's intense in here.

[ He glances around. The store is buzzing, borderline feral. Someone's arguing over samples in the distance, someone else is definitely trying to distract a cashier while their friend pockets a tin of powdered soup. It's got the same energy as a late-stage music festival mixed with a flea market apocalypse, and Jesse looks right at home in it. Comfortable in the weird static. That familiar half-alert twitch to his shoulders like he's always half-expecting trouble and half-inviting it. ]

You new around here too, or just naturally blessed with that 'what the fuck is this place' look?

[ It's said with an easy warmth, not mocking - an invitation more than a jab. He doesn't press too hard, just lets the words hang between them as he nudges the toe of his sneaker against a discarded flyer advertising 'Warehouse Help Needed: Must Bring Own Gloves, No Questions Asked.' His gaze tracks it for a second, then flicks back to Eddie. ]
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[personal profile] magike 2025-06-10 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Witches who are born witches tend to have the greatest power." As evidenced by Rowena and those in the great covens. Witches who were weaker in power or who learned their magic without being born to it typically didn't join a coven.

"Whilst magic can be learned, those who are not born to it usually can hold less power."

She says it very casually, even if Rowena is in the first camp. A witch born with her magic, with that potential.

"I honestly haven't thought much about how other species breed."
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-06-10 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He lets her examine the dagger, and since she doesn't ask how he did that, he doesn't bother explaining. Once they've dispatched this banshee, if it truly is that they're dealing with.

Rather than take the dagger from her, he simply holds his palm up and it returns to him, hovering just above his hand. ]


That won't be an issue. [ Evidently. ] Lead the way.
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[personal profile] magike 2025-06-10 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
( she raises her eyebrow briefly, not impressed by what he can do but at least acknowledging it, recognising it as familiar (telekinesis) before she turns from him and pulls open the door again.

once he's with her in the hallway rowena grabs his hand, using it to drag the dagger across her palm (without saying anything) before letting go of him, a mild pained sound at the injury.

but she moves from him quickly before he can say anything, swiping two fingers across her palm to coat them in her blood, starting to draw the first trapping sigil on the wall closest to her. and then the scream sounds again, far louder, and as rowena looks up she sees the banshee down the hall )


Be ready.

( as she draws the second on the wall opposite the first. once drawn, she presses her palm against the sigil, it acting almost like a magnet and drawing the banshee towards them, trapping it between both sigils )
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thanks for ur patience friend 🙏

[personal profile] elriche 2025-06-10 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: figure i should start wrappin us up but just let me know if i take too many liberties, happy to rewrite! ]

[ Stephen takes in Spectre's ghost story, as shadows move strangely upon the walls around them, as unsettling reflections take form and dissipate on the surface of the brackish water. The fire in his hand grows slightly in volume, and he turns his back toward Spectre as he talks – not out of disinterest in his words, but quite the opposite.

A building that hungers. That feeds. A dimensional anomaly with a mind of its own, unknowable, unkillable. Something that required the intervention of a Sorcerer Supreme, and which even then remained unconquered.

"It could — can — manipulate its space. Turn it into anything it wants. Confuse. Disorient." ]


Can it? [ Stephen mutters, more a confirmation than a question. His ears register the sound of Spectre wading through water behind him, of pills rattling in bottles, but it's secondary to the saturation in the air that he's felt since arriving at this place – darker, heavier, more – viscous than when he'd stepped out of the driver's seat of the beat-up Volvo outside.

In the darkness, his eyes glow. One opens from the center of his forehead, then two from the tops of his cheekbones. The desk's gotten closer. The wall's gotten shorter. The binders on the shelf haven't decreased in number, but they're bulging from the seams where the sides of the bookcase are now closing them in. The room is getting smaller.

Like stomach walls – lined with nerves, pulsing with blood, contracting muscles of the fundus and corpus, drowning contents in gastric acid. Dissolving them slow. Alive.

"I'm not afraid of the dark, Doctor."

A wry smirk crosses Stephen's face, revealing too-sharp teeth even as he remains faced away from Spectre. ]


Me neither. Though you might want to cover your eyes.

[ He opens his mouth, wide – more distended than it should, unhinged at the jaw, white-hot light pouring out from his the depths of his throat, from the sockets of his too-many eyes. The conjured fire sucks into his palm, leaving his lower half dark before giant wings explode from his back, both leathery and feathered in unequal measurements, bright – wreathed in flames so hot they burn blue. Something in the room shrieks as the walls pulsate and shudder, red veins through drywall, illuminated like light through the back of a hand.

The walls of the room grind backward slowly, as if recoiling. Grey hands reach from the water, black nails, gnashing teeth. A pair of Stephen's eyes dart down when arms curl around too-long legs, see – her, glassy-eyed, shards in her cheek and neck.

He doesn't know what Spectre might be seeing. The way the room might be trying to drag him, too, into its depths with its writhing gasps. ]
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-06-10 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Both his eyebrows go up when she reaches for the blade and cuts her own palm, but he has no time to ask before she's drawing those sigils onto the wall. He has no knowledge of magic, but from his perspective, it's what it looks like: a spell of some sort, a trap.

He opens his mouth to question it, when the banshee comes upon them. So she was right, it seems. Luckily, Erik's surprise at all of this isn't enough to stun him into uselessness, and he nods as he shifts his attention to the creature. Just as she places her palm onto the sigil, and the spirit is drawn to the trap, Erik swings his arm and the dagger flies across the air, sinking hard into the banshee's chest. ]
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[personal profile] magike 2025-06-10 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
( there's a wince of pain as rowena presses her hand against the sigil, but thankfully erik's on task. the scream of the banshee changes as the dagger sinks into its chest, this time in pain over the previous mournful cries. it's a good hit, precise in where it lands, and rowena assumes, based on what comes next, that it pierced the spirit's heart.

the banshee screams again, deeper in pain, writhing before its image fades and the dagger drops to the ground.

rowena sighs in relief, removing her hand from the sigil, and though he won't see it, as she closes her hand the injury heals )


Thank you.
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[personal profile] pagings 2025-06-10 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ooc; i'm good to continue here even with capcha AND/OR move this to an overflow log AND/OR fade and handwave the rest of this for something else, whichever you prefer! c: ]


[ to be fair to both of them, karen is also the type to wear everything on her face. she's an easy read, for anyone who is looking, which is a blessing as much as it is a curse. a blessing, in many ways, because sometimes all it does take is that catch of eyes, an affirmation that she's not alone, and he can see the barest hint of relaxing in her eyes. he might not have to say much, but she does appreciate it. she gets it.

and this is easy. they're talking about something normal. even if he seems to struggle a bit with the word. as if he was...what. unfamiliar? interesting.

she smiles a little and nods when he does answer. ]
Jeeps are nice. A friend of mine had one in high school. They can flip if you get going too fast, but... yeah. [ she shrugs. she doesn't quite pick up on the why, but she has a feeling there's a little more to his tone that just being unfamiliar with car makes and models. something she might have to keep in the back of her mind as they keep talking.

that's when she notices the way he's looking out into the darkness, and she squints, pressing her face to the glass a bit like his. ]


Hey- [ it's quiet, more to each other, but then she sees it, something else moving in the rain. the urgency is back, surging up into her and breaking whatever tense quiet they'd be sharing as she bangs on the glass with her open palm, feeling the dull pain shoot up her arm. but it's fine- it's fine, because someone's out there. ] Hey! Hey- we're in here!

[ she hasn't figured out yet that it's soundproof. she will, soon enough, as long as the figures continues towards them like she thinks it is. ]
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[personal profile] lufeng 2025-06-10 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Awful little smirk, marring that handsome face and growing even sharper at that bloom of color. Horrible.

"I'll spend as much time as I need to find something good," he said, firmly. He's put his mind to this, now! But he was also certain that it wouldn't be such a big ask, no reason to worry.
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[personal profile] elriche 2025-06-10 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Feel like the Washington Post covered some of that, [ he replies, dry. His prodigious memory tugs on memories of late night CNN segments playing on his condo's TV, background noise to sandwich preparation after returning home from removing a particularly formidable supratentorial hemangioblastoma (from a particularly immunocompromised patient). He vaguely remembers the story persisting in progressively more sensationalized headlines over the course of the next few months, but other than it adding fire to Christine's gripes on systemic injustice, he hadn't paid it any particular attention.

His chest clenches. He winces, balls his hand into a fist, loosens it again. Regardless of how outwardly upright this SHIELD agent might seem, he knows that the organization's primary function was (is?) public safety – or their idea of enforcing it, anyway. The less Johnson knows about... ...everything, the better.

Same as the Guardians. He wants to help where he can – but how can he, if they know what he's done? ]


Yeah, [ he replies around the lump in his throat. He slides his hands into his jacket pockets as they proceed down the street to avoid any other awkward... moments. ] Sounds about the same as my world. Guessing your Steve Rogers was the guy to blow it wide open too.

[ He pauses. He shouldn't ask. It doesn't matter, in the grand scheme of the multiverse, in the infinite number of– ]

You say it took a long time. What year are you from?
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-06-10 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The stalls do somehow seem easier to manage than the stores themselves, which can be crammed with any number of items. Fern suspects that some of these people make a living by collecting items from outside the city and bringing them back here to sell — scavengers of a sort. Given that she hadn't intended to buy anything today, however, the stall that's more similar to what she would know from a marketplace is preferable.

This one is full of the little devices: phones. Different shapes, different sizes, different buttons scattered over them like ants. Fern's looking from a distance, waiting for the other woman to make a move, when an introduction comes instead. ]


Ah. [ Right. Fern turns toward her. They should probably exchange names, even though their meeting had been by complete happenstance. It still seems like this Lucina is also recently arrived, and similarly confused about the way things work here. She might not be a bad person to know. ] I'm Fern. [ She gives a small nod, but then her brow furrows as she grimaces. ] And... I'm sorry, that you were dragged into all this.

[ Hopefully it truly is worth it for them to invest in these phones. ]
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-06-10 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well. He answers the question she hadn't wanted to ask. Family troubles are simply a matter of life, and she won't pry any further on that point, suspecting it might be a tender spot. ]

Yes, I've experienced that firsthand. [ She heaves out a sigh with her response, shaking her head as she remembers the many different encounters she and the others had endured. The vampirespawn in the coffin-maker's shop makes the top of the list, to say nothing of those hags.

They've yet to take on a vampire at full strength, but it's only a matter of time. They had been on the way, until all this. ]


I'm glad it's not a common thing for you, at least. [ The situation in Barovia might be a special case, she's realizing. Strahd and his own little fiefdom.

There's a pause, and then she glances over once more. ]
A shifter can partially transform into something more bestial. There are different types, but in my case, the beast is a wolf. It's usually in short bursts, generally in the middle of battle.

[ Or if she's under a lot of pressure and stress and she loses control, but that's a rare thing. ]
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-06-11 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
How hateful of him. What a terrible man.

"Now who's silly," An Zhe continued to mumble despite the squeeze he was returning. "It's okay if it's not good."
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[personal profile] valle 2025-06-11 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
( This is a deeply impressive talent he's cultivated. Laura is as inspired as she is amused by his enthusiasm, and the general vibe surrounding this idea. She hasn't spent a lot of time around people in her own age range, not in several years. The company she's kept has tended to be more... serious, stern, stoic, humorless. Remy's probably the closest to being laid back, and even then, the general atmosphere of the void tends to rob everyone of their collective good moods.

Are people usually this- upbeat? Normal people, regular people, is this just like a thing, or is this unique to him? Absolutely fascinating.
)

Not sure, ( She says, tilting the screen first her direction, then back toward him. ) a thousand or so, I think.

( Cue a silent demonstration on the clicky spinny wheel to scroll through the songs, and then she hands it over. )

Everything on it was already there when I got it. I don't really know much about music outside of... you know. This thing. I like what's on it, but I guess that doesn't necessarily mean it's good.