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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] hexcurse 2025-06-12 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Back at the engine, they'll hear the sound of liquid splattering against the tray Jayce has put underneath to catch it.

His answer takes a second as he pulls himself back out from under the bus while the oil finishes draining. He grabs a rag to clean off some of the gunked up sections of the engine as best he can. ]


Not like Viktor can. [ His brow pinches, his focus on the engine. ] It's - kind of a long story.

[ He offers Adrian an apologetic glance. Jayce gets the sense Adrian is someone who will keep asking questions about their work, and explaining Hextech - it used to be something Jayce did with pride. Now, he hasn't yet reconciled those feelings he once had with the damage that work did. ]
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[personal profile] viceps 2025-06-13 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
What the fuck, asshole?! [ Vi snarls, a bit jerkily as the edge of the cart catches her ribcage. Her wrists bound, she can't catch it very well when it lurches, so Vi instinctively drops down on a knee instead, bracing the cart with her shoulder so it doesn't fall over (and so that she doesn't do the same). ]

Am I under arrest? [ She demands. The man isn't dressed like any sort of enforcer -- more like a weird fair performer, or one of the Shimmer-rich goons she'd seen in Silco's takeover of The Last Drop, with that flashy high collar and strung-out twitchiness. ]
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[personal profile] notspiderman 2025-06-13 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Good thing he has these reflexes - without really even thinking about it, he lunges forward to catch the bike with a single hand. What’s a motorcycle weigh, only about 500 pounds? Yeah, easy. He hefts it back up with an exasperated grunt. Sure, he wouldn’t expect elves to ride anything on two wheels (probably just horses or unicorns or fantasy forest stags or whatever), but didn’t they have common sense? This shit wasn’t made to stand on its own.]

Jesus…! First lesson - don’t fuckin’ let this thing fall over!

[He kicks out the kickstand and sets the bike down to lean on it.]
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[personal profile] pagings 2025-06-13 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
I mean- I haven't seen any collectors rounding people up yet. Maybe he doesn't care enough to collect. [ which... well. karen hasn't been here long at all, so no, she wouldn't have seen any debt collectors rounding people up. but she is hoping to maybe get some information out of him.

debt, when the systems are there to really enact them, can be suffocating. murderous, really, depending on where the money is sourced from. but, more often than not, there aren't really choices, and if everyone comes through that same path to get here then everyone being indebted to the same man...

she swallows, thickly, before shaking her head. doesn't matter. focus. ]


Any you recommend? [ it's a joke, she really doesn't plan on going to any alien coffee houses. but then she stops, a little confused. ] You're- aliens? Are there aliens here?

[ she's from new york, after all. ]
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-06-13 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Been a long time since he's seen a city like this. With the knowledge that he's staying here a while, that is, and like the rest of them — it ain't by choice. When Wanda drifts off, he settles his hands on the steering wheel, follows the lights, gets a little lost in thinking about where he was before all this. Right before. Things creaking and groaning and collapsing above him, and then just...this.

It's hard for him to pinpoint an emotion or feeling about it all, his general being so often is just existing. He's existed most of his life on one ship out in space or another. For a little while, he was existing back on Earth, and now he's here. So, he'll adapt.

They stop, park, she points to the motel, and he thinks — okay, yeah, that makes sense. She'll have a place to be for a while. He's not sure what he's feeling exactly, except this sense that he thinks she should get to feel okay, if she can. He thinks he wants that for her, at least. ]


Yeah. You should. And change your clothes. [ His expression softens a little. ] I'll be around.

[ He will, after all, be somewhere. He doesn't connect with people easily, or normally, and so he's not really sure how to end this other than walking away. It's not for lack of wanting, really, it's not knowing how, not feeling the need for community the way some do. A piece missing. At the same time, he thinks this area seems as good as any to stick close to for now. And maybe that means they'll see each other again. Maybe he'd like that, to the extent he can.

She should get to be okay, though, he thinks again. ]
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[personal profile] primepool 2025-06-13 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Wade leans back on a hand, taking a drag.] Yeah, why not, kitten?

[Lots of people got lots of people they want maimed. Right? That's just not just a him slash super-powered-people thing? Christ, even his best guys have killed dudes, maybe he's just not spending enough time around normies. Like, real, human, not-thirsting-for-blood normies. Sure, Peter is... Peter, but you gotta think: what's the reason every Deadpool has a Peter?

It's sus.]


Not a hero. Heroes usually don't offer coupons for maiming. A super? Yeah, I guess, by definition. And -- seriously, how do you even know about LARPers, anyway?

[Wade gives him a suspicious glance, top to bottom. He doesn't have the vibe, but he could.] Robbin' you wouldn't be hard or fun. [He crosses his legs at the knee, swinging one with an unmitigated energy; the swinging's the only reason the rest of him can keep still.] And I have a reputation to uphold. Well, not here, but, [He gestures his hand in a circle] in the universal genre.

[Okay, he's not above robbing. But only when he's got a contract for it. It's different.] It's a croissant waffle. Fucking beats buttermilk out of the park. And cornbread waffles? Don't even fucking come close --

[He coughs on his next inhale, perking up.]

Whoa, wait. You got a Snickers?

[Yeah, that's what he got out of that.] Okay, that I will rob you for.
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-06-13 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
You heard right.

[ Cautious as she is she does seem to soften a little. Someone who asks for medicine either needs it or knows someone who does. Even if money has to come into the matter she wants to see it go to someone who needs it.

She doesn't want to test her luck in this forsaken room any longer and slowly moves past him through the doorway. It's not aggressive and she doesn't push but she doesn't take her eyes off him, each step tense, hands stuffed in her pockets guarding her hard-fought supplies. Once she is out she seems to relax a bit more, moving her arms slowly (to not spook him either) and drain some water out of her pony-tail.
]

Who needs it?
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-06-13 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her brow raises when he heals himself. It doesn't seem to surprise her so much. She's laid in machines that raze her body with healing light more times than she'd care to admit, so she correlates the display more with some kind of cybernetic augmentation and Raphael as some tiny AI somewhere doing as he obeys. Something like that probably only works on himself. Even if that's the case she's envious.

The manager gets a nod but a harder stare as she walks away for the comment she directs at... Adrian, is his name? He confirms that a moment later.

She opens her mouth to give his name but looks a little lost in thought for a second. He's offering medical aid? So whatever he just did isn't limited to just himself?
]

How did you do that?
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[personal profile] positivelyroomy 2025-06-13 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Honeymooning in the Apocalypse meant for complicated compromises. This, in comparison, was refreshingly mundane; the expected exchange of a year-plus relationship, not the existential debates and petty hurts occasionally thrown like poison barbs on their trek through the wastes.

John wouldn’t be John if he weren’t stubborn to follow his plan despite Martin’s sneaky, sneaky ways to alleviate the burden; at least this time it’s simply to test how his chest feels after stitching itself back together. Sure, the doctors had probably had some impact on his healing, but probably less than either man was comfortable putting a voice to.

Martin is torn between laughing and wincing at the throw-back to one of the darkest times in his life. John had juggled an existential crisis, unknowing of what was left of his team. Being the last of his original assistants, Martin had felt an obligation to try to keep on a brave face – but he’d found himself at the hospital enough that the nurses had come to recognize him, and he’d seen the pitying looks exchanged. They mirrored the ones he felt like a brand from his mother’s caretakers.

Thinking back on those evenings, he believes that they probably wouldn’t have raised much of a fuss if he’d crawled into John’s bed and just lay there in mournful silence, but he’d called himself pathetic enough for the intrusive thoughts of hoping he’d somehow wake up, and look at Martin, and know how unapologetically deep his affections ran. He'd always been prone to those lovesick daydreams. Peter would have probably found it wildly encouraging to his protégé’s development to experience the juxtaposition of physical closeness and heavy, immovable emotional distance. Loneliness was widely accommodating to what spurred and fed it.

He'd stuck to the uncomfortably stiff hospital chair, holding John's hand instead, and he'd fed and fed and fed the hollow parts of himself. ]


Mm yeah, but that’s not… [ He pauses, flustered and annoyed – not at John but the fact he’s so good at collecting trauma. ] That’s hardly the lasting mark I imagined having on you. I am problematically romantic. [ He snorts, despite himself. ] Nothing is romantic about having ‘better aim than most’.

[ So they are… putting a voice to it. ]

Maybe it was because, good aim or not, I’m not part of the Hunt? You’d mentioned that with Trevor — [ It was hardly the first time he’d been bait; he was pretty good at using himself as a distraction, so he can hardly blame John. ] Well, maybe all I could have done in the end was knock you back to a more acceptable level of eldritch horror. Maybe this was just the easier way for the Eye to hitch a ride. [ No, he doesn’t like suggesting it. He’d hoped that the ratio of human to horror would have heavily favored human. Maybe it is; they won’t know for sure until enough time has passed. ] It could be a good thing…? We know how to avoid the situation from escalating, at least. [ Please don’t make the K standing in for his lack of middle name stand for Knife again. ]
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-06-13 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Only needed some quick tuning up. [ Jayce shrugs. Nothing so serious that they can't make it back to the city.

The next point blank question seems to catch him off guard, not recognizing the term she uses. He frowns at her, answering before Viktor can, without really considering his words for more than a half second - ]


Viktor's human.
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-06-13 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A memorial. Cait's alive, that's something he can cling to right now as the ground beneath him feels like it might give out. His mother thinks he's dead (he should be dead). He can see her in their family home, alone (she was evacuated before the battle, she has to be fine).

He knows Vi wants answers from them, that they owe whatever they can give her right now, but after Viktor denies that he had anything to do with this he can't stop himself from asking her: ]


Mel Medarda - do you know what happened to her?

[ She had to have survived too. ]
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-06-13 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His gaze lands on her palm, eyebrows rising in brief surprise. It's not the strangest thing he's seen in his life, really— it's not even the strangest thing he's seen tonight. So he simply nods, taking her word for it that she really is alright. ]

Can't say I feel as confident.

[ Maybe not a spirit, but he seriously doubts their time spent here will be peaceful. ]

I'm Erik.
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[personal profile] magike 2025-06-13 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Rowena.

( she gives him a small nod in both greeting and acknowledgement of his name, before stepping closer as if to head back down the corridor )

Let me know if anything else bothers you.

( at least he has the knife. if he doesn't stop her she'll return back to her room next door )
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[personal profile] heritors 2025-06-13 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
( goodbye captcha... )
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-06-13 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's harder to go slower? That feels a bit counterintuitive, but this woman's calm and patient tone at least sets Fern at ease. She's taking the time to try and teach her, or at least give her some basic tips that will prevent her from crashing and hurting herself, and there's no reason to do that save for as a kindness. It's not like Fern has anything she can give her in return for this.

So she's attentive, nodding along with each point that's made. She also watches the other woman's form, hoping to emulate it. ]


And once I get up to speed, what then? How do I slow down properly?

[ She gives it another try either way, slowly applying pressure to the throttle to increase speed, though she still isn't going very fast and feels like she's going to topple over. Engaging her core does help along with applying pressure with her thighs, and from there she just needs to try and balance. It's feeling a little better, at least. ]
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[personal profile] heritors 2025-06-13 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She'll get the lore, mark her words.

But she won't push for anything. Yet. Doing so would be very impolite, after all. She notes the change in topic but doesn't comment on it, choosing to nod at the question. The best way to get to know someone is by be forthcoming with one's one information. ]


It does. [ There's a little pause here, as she decides just exactly how much she wants to say — they're standing on a dingy little street, a thirty second conversation all they have between them ( so maybe they do need that C support, first... ). ]

He was a good man. [ Short, but sweet. No less earnest than something with more words would have been. But she's also ... out of things to say.

Lucina glances over to the job board again. ]
Thank you for the information.
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[personal profile] vestments 2025-06-13 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
( here! )
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-06-13 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Two ways. Ease off the throttle.

[ Samus lifts her hand off her bike to demonstrate and curls her wrist back in the air, miming the motion if she were still holding on. The effect also gets demonstrated as the engine in her bike hums and the machine starts to slow down even further. Fern might notice her weave the bike back and forth in a serpentine motion to keep balance until she gets her hand back on the throttle. With more speed the serpentine motions become wider and her bike more upright. Easing off the throttle is a good way to slow down slowly. She also won't scold Fern if she feels she needs to touch the ground with her feet or waddle it like a duck. ]

Or, use the breaks. There's two levers in front of your fingers. One for front breaks, they're the strongest. The other are rear breaks, they stabilize. [ It's not universal what side is for what, left or right, depending on whoever made these bikes. Samus gets the impression they've been cobbled together over time, made and remade, but the bare bones functions should be all the same. Fern will definitely feel which breaks are which is which if she experiments. If she pulls the front break too hard and sudden she might feel the rear of her bike lurch up like it might threaten to flip her over the handle bars like an unruly horse. If she pulls too hard and sudden on the rear her tire might lock up and skid, making her feel like she's riding on ice. Balance is key. ] Pull on both gently at the same time if you need to stop quickly.

[ Samus continue to adjust her pace with Frey if she experiments with either method, occasionally looking around her to see if their dust trails are catching anyone's attention out here. It's some relative comfort if they seem to have this entire area to themselves to safely practice. ]
Edited (one little bracket) 2025-06-13 20:17 (UTC)
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NO YOU'RE GOOD FAM i am Slow

[personal profile] vestments 2025-06-13 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-06-13 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Viktor is, very obviously, not human and perhaps no longer even thinks of himself as such. Jayce gets a look, which is something of a feat given his lack of ability to make real facial expressions. If they want to tell others as little about them as possible, this seems like a bad way to do it.]

What Jayce means is that I am not a construct, or an automaton.

[As in, he wasn't built, or programmed. Unfortunately, Viktor isn't sure how to describe what he is, at least not without some uncomfortable admissions. He thinks, for a moment.]

I am a...hybrid, of magic and technology.
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-06-13 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Viktor keeps Fern suspended for a few long, silent moments, seemingly distrustful that she isn't just going to try and stab him again. Eventually, however, he relents, figuring it's not productive to stare at each other like this. It isn't as though she can hurt him, though he is tentatively intrigued that he might be something recognizable, to her. An uncomfortable thought, to think about beings like him in other worlds.

He'll set her down, gently, and also several feet away from him.
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-06-13 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[He seems to perk up at that, slightly, because at least it means the ordeal was not for nothing. Viktor reads this conversation as her testing his intentions, rather than evaluating whether or not she's going to share the supplies, but he's happy to offer the information anyway.]

My partner.

[Which explains very little, but Viktor now does not necessarily fear being the one trapped inside. He can stay underwater indefinitely, and now there is a way out.]

I wouldn't ask you for it. I can find some of my own.
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-06-13 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Jayce has an understanding of it. Much of our work involves harnessing ambient magical forces through technology. I am simply able to do it on a...biomechancial level.

[As in, Viktor himself is the conduit. He's not sure he needs to explain much further than that, but despite all of their complicated feelings on Hextech, he doesn't want to undersell his abilities. Adrian simply seems curious, that's all.

He'll deploy a pinpoint beam of light from the Hexclaw, trying to shore up some of the rusted or misaligned components. The oil might have been the issue, but this will be helpful, too.
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It is no substitute for mechanical knowledge.
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[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-06-13 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[horrific, thanks. the real crosscanon experience. thanks for reminding me I need to make fun of rizzo's stupid fake cat ears I guess.

Anyway, that sounds awful. His customer service chops would leave a lot to be desired, it's probably for the best for everyone if he declines that very generous offer. He doesn't even make a show of pretending to consider it.
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Thanks, but no thanks. Think I can manage to get by.

[He sounds pretty unworried about it. Definitely wouldn't be the first time he's had to scrape by on nothing. And he's a hell of a lot more prepared for it this time than when he was a kid.

Interesting, though, that Wriothesley mentions that last bit.
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City life isn't doing it for you?