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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] longtooth 2025-06-16 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's some relief that the man — Dr. Stephen Strange, he called himself — doesn't question why she had been staring into the water at some phantom that Fern suspects only she could see. He simply orders her to follow him again (which she still isn't thrilled about, but there isn't time to argue) as he marches toward the exit (conveniently marked by a glowing red sign).

Does he not question her because he's also seeing things? It seems likely; Fern doubts she alone would be affected by whatever this place is doing. Then if the idea is that they've quietly agreed that they won't question each other about the mirages taunting them from beneath the surface of the water, that works well enough for her.

They make it to the exit without further incident, but it's still completely sealed, so she isn't certain what any of this has accomplished. Not until the doctor triggers another spell of some sort, sending binders flying toward them in a veritable whirlwind. Fern reacts with as much swiftness as before, ducking her head and lifting an arm to shield herself.

Yet not one of them comes close to hitting her. This man may be presumptuous, but he does seem to have good, steady control over his spellwork. Does that have anything to do with what he did before — all that partial shifting? Has he multi-classed or something?

Those questions will have to wait. Thankfully, the spell is over fairly soon, as one of the binders in the spinning tornado starts to glow. The rest fall either onto the water-logged carpet or into the water itself, but the glowing one floats right to her, levitating before her.

Fern glances over at the doctor, her impressed expression brief but genuine, before she flips the binder open. In what seems to be another trick of magic, the code is right there, presented on a silver platter. ]


... Right. [ She snatches the binder out of the air and shoots a glance around. ] But where do we enter it?

[ It's around that point that someone outside the building starts banging on a nearby window and gesturing wildly at them. ]
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-06-16 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ The roof? There's no explanation given for that. Is the idea to be closer to the stars, or to simply find a spot away from everyone else in the darkness of the night? Fern is not opposed to either of those ideas, if she's honest.

Without much preamble at all, the other girl scales the stairs and then the rest of the distance up to the roof, her footing sure and her movements agile. It's certainly not the first time she's done this, that much is obvious.

It's not Fern's first time either, though. There's only a brief pause of hesitation as she considers whether she should follow, and it's not a matter of whether or not she can, but if it's a good idea to get onto a roof with an utter stranger.

The girl doesn't seem to mean any harm, though. And Fern is armed — as always.

So she does follow, meaning that by the time Jinx pokes her head back down, Fern is halfway up, her skill in scaling the building easily on par with hers (Acrobatics: 23). It takes only a few more seconds, and then she hops that last little bit up, hands gripping onto the edge of the roof so she can pull herself onto it.

Once up, she hardly misses a beat as she raises an eyebrow at the girl. ]


... Of course?
Edited 2025-06-16 00:56 (UTC)
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-06-16 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
How hateful of him. What a terrible man.

An Zhe stared at him. And then he stared at him a little more. "Why are you like this."
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[personal profile] primepool 2025-06-16 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, yeah, who hasn't heard of Wolverine? You're not special. He has an entire franchise perched upon his overly thick and handsome shoulders, buddy. The rest of them are just clinging to the coattails. The long, now yellow, ringmaster coattails.]

Yeah, well, that's why you weren't invited.

[To the threequel. Not really, but it's good cover. Anyway, as much as Wade is gorging himself on self-haterade on the reg, he's already convinced himself Cable did miss him, or does, or would be so woefully alone without him here that he would probably start desperately befriending other whackos, like maybe that freak Spider-Man guy. The vampire one, not the clone.

The things Cable's done you don't do unless you love a guy. Like shoot him. And shoot his team (the surviving part of it).

Or, you know. Save his life. So.

At sex-starved, Wade throws his head back with a groan.]
Ugh, you have no idea. [Actually, it's probably the most sex-starved birthday-and-post-three-days-after he's ever had in his life. Not to mention the unspecified amount of time he's been here.

Hold on a sec. Wade's head snaps back up.]
Cable Nathan Cableson. [Since they're doing full names right now.] I'm picking up vibes. Some really pointed vibes. You know what I mean. [He's connivingly squinting at Cable now, which is a thing I just made up. Is that a whiff of... oh? He takes a good sniff in the air, wafting his hand like he's trying to catch another hint of it. Dare he say it. The J-word?

No way. No fucking way. 'Cause he stuck his swords in another beefy metal man?

Wade might actually be touched. No, he's definitely touched. God, he really wishes he was being touched right now.]
Be prissy pissy all you want, but you haven't exactly thrown me out yet. Something tells me you're hoping for a little, you know... [A wiggle of his eyebrows, if he had any.] Adventure. The sequel.

[Because Wade did miss him. And, in a vein same as Cable's, he's allergic to just saying it outright.]
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[personal profile] frostfist 2025-06-16 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-06-16 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Thing about Amos — and why, he thinks, they've fallen into step alongside each other so far — is once he makes a choice, he sees it through. And his choices are generally swiftly made. Most of the time, his survival hinged on the choices he made, so he didn't have time or energy to devote to second-guessing, thinking too long, or even getting stuck on what ifs or regrets the way some do.

He doesn't feel fear, or much at all in the way of emotions the way most do. He was capable of that once, but that was all a long time ago, when he was just a kid. He trusts she's making the right choice for herself, the choice she can live with. There's a thought — a little distant, but there — the thought that she should get to stay safe. Person like her — yeah, need more like her. So, he'll hold onto that. For himself, he'll be fine or he won't be, like anything, but it's still his choice.

He gives her a brief nod, a momentary softening of his expression in response to her smile. ]


Alright, then. Room 417 it is.
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[personal profile] lufeng 2025-06-16 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
That sort of question is just going to fuel that terrible little self-satisfied expression on his face. You should know better, An Zhe.

He couldn't stop himself any longer, though, from the forbidden workplace affection. Lu Feng leaned the rest of the way in to press a kiss to An Zhe's forehead in lieu of an actual answer. The terrible man he was.

"I'll be nearby," he assured him, before pulling back and popping that chocolatey egg in his mouth.
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[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-06-16 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ 'Didn't even know it existed.' Well then. That is vastly different from Jonathan's world, where magic does exist and it is common knowledge but, him and Norrell excepted, people simply do not cast it. Magic for Jonathan is like knowing how to use a trebuchet or conquer a kingdom. It happened. It existed. People could do it. People know about it as well. But if you asked a random person on the street how to do it, they wouldn't have the slightest idea of where to start.

Besides, it's 'mystic beings' that interest Jonathan. His eyes widen a little bit at those words. Though they don't widen with caution: they widen with pure, unbridled excitement.

This is 100% a man who also would get himself stuffed full of demons if it meant he could access cool new magic.
]

When you say 'mystic beings', are there any in particular you are thinking of? Though I am certain my realm has more, the only ones I have interacted with are fairies.
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-06-16 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[He's silent again, knowing he has nothing to say. It's not lost on him, everything and everyone Jayce gave up to stay with him in those final moments. Did it mean anything, after all, if Violet is here? And he can't help but feel a twinge of--something, when Jayce mentions Mel.

It's good that she's alive, but he still has questions. He does not deserve those answers from Violet.
]

We'll--I'll leave you be.

[Which is what they'd told Jinx. It's what seems to be for the best.]

You won't have to see us anymore, if that's what you want.

[They can each go their own ways. Make a point to avoid each other.]
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-06-16 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
He should, and yet he remained the fool. Easily swindled by this bastard's moments of charm.

Just like right now! When the bastard gave him such a sweet little kiss! The soft gesture left An Zhe feeling warm, and he briefly wished that his shift was already over so this terrible man could sweep him up in a hug.

"Alright," he murmured in reply, trying not to sound too disappointed. There was no use sounding annoyed, since he knew Lu Feng wouldn't actually force the mushroom to eat mushrooms. P... robably. He squinted slightly at that pleased face full of chocolate egg, but softened quickly.

"Thank you."
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-06-16 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[Viktor's partner, who may or may not have a magical infection that this medicine might not even do anything about--but he wants to try. If anything, it should help the pain, not that Jayce would ever admit to needing or wanting it.

She tosses him the bottle and he catches it, bowing his head slightly in thanks.
]

This is kind of you. I'll make sure not to waste it.
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[personal profile] primepool 2025-06-16 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
-- Wade --

[He says around a mouthful of crackers and lets her continue without further interruption. You know, all you have to do to get Wade's carefully selected respectful silence is lightly threaten him with witch magic. The secret is that simple.

He may still be very disturbed by Cassandra removing Johnny's skin, and when you think real hard about it she's basically a witch, right? Probably even has square feet and no toes.

Now he's almost discretely trying to look at Wanda's feet. Does she have toes...? Surely she has toes. Have Wanda's toes ever been featured on-screen? There's definitely toes.

Wait, he's paying attention.]
I mean, hah, I wouldn't say no, if it was. Not that I was thinking it was. That would be, obviously, crazy. [He's not giddy at the thought. An Avengers sleepover??? No one would believe him. In his first mini event? No one works that fast.

He does take the bottle, though. Free is free even if he has to steal procure more water for her later.]
Scout's honour, I'll bring you two. And yes, you can dig. I was a Scout. I don't know why no one believes me.

[There's a lot of reasons.] I wouldn't really apply the word "hero". Specifically. Maybe adjacent. Quadrilateral. I was an X-Man* once. Not that you... yeah, you don't know them yet. Don't worry about it. I'm like, medically a freak. It's a genetic condition. Technically. For some reason it keeps getting tied to raised rates of heroic deeds. Also probably a medical condition. I saved the multiverse, too. That probably counts.

[He's explaining all this while he keeps eating crackers, by the way.]
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[personal profile] viceps 2025-06-16 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
...yeah. Okay.

[ The description of the baby just makes her sad, a weight that lingers in her chest. No way the kid can survive on its own. She doesn't know how all this works, how any of them came to be here. The explanations she's gotten so far all sound like flimsy excuses -- no one knows anything.

But she'd asked if she was with someone last she remembered, if it was likely that person would be here too. The answers hadn't been encouraging. ]


I'm Vi. If you need to find me again.

[ She echoes. It's all she can offer.

She gives a final nod of something that's meant to be encouraging, but mostly just a good-bye, then shoves her hands in her pockets and continues on her way.

Sally will have to come to her own dark conclusions in her own time. Vi isn't equipped to handle this woman's grief on top of her own. ]
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[personal profile] frostfist 2025-06-16 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ imagine if i didn't take 50 years to tag, that would be nice ]
Edited (dw you're killing me) 2025-06-16 15:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-06-16 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mel survived too. His relief is palpable, though his gaze flits briefly to Viktor when he senses that twinge. But then Vi is moving toward her motorbike and he finally releases Viktor, automatically stepping forward to help - and immediately stopping in his tracks at the next threat.

Shame and guilt twists across his expression, a pressure building inside his chest while Viktor does the talking.

This isn't the same as Jinx, though.

His voice is tight when he speaks up again: ]


Vi - if there's a way to get you home, we'll find it.

[ They owe her that. ]
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[personal profile] avo 2025-06-16 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The man in Fern's chokehold gets pulled off of Matt, leaving him with enough space to slip out from that situation and focus on the first of the thugs; he offers her a grateful nod.

The startled elder gentleman doesn't need to be told even once to head back into the safety of his own home, shutting the door (and locking it thrice for all it might actually do) and murmuring to his wife about how it's 'not safe' and 'there are guys fighting out there' with equal amounts of exhaustion and a little bit of fear in his voice. Her heart pounds thunderous, but she mumbles her agreement. They will not be leaving for the rest of this night.

At least they're out of immediate harm's way, allowing him and his companion to clean up this mess.

Renewed in his anger for a now ruined mark, Thug #1 and his buddy #2 will likely have to look elsewhere for some defenseless soul to rob, and he knows it. He comes back at Matt with reckless abandon, hands balled into fists. He yells profanities in frustration, his erratic emotions causing him to make clumsy mistakes that Matt can take full advantage of — and he does.

It results in Thug #1 receiving a broken nose and a dislocated shoulder, though Matt sustains a few good punches to the face too. In moments Thug #1 goes down swinging, falling unconscious, and Matt unclenches his fist, breathing deeply, his knuckles bruised. He'd put up a decent fight, but these guys aren't taking their lessons from any skilled master — or any master at all. They fight for survival and they fight to scrape by.

Still. He can only hope that Fern fares a little better. Cleaner. ]
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[personal profile] avo 2025-06-16 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Matt has already spent a fair amount of time getting the small lay of the land in this store, but even if he hadn't ... things work in mysterious ways, including him. You know how it goes.

But he keeps his pace, doesn't speed up, doesn't make any strange moves that might give away what he does and doesn't know. When Wanda calls out a corner, he adjusts his pace to suit it, but he's always one or two steps behind. He's polite about it.

And when they finally make it into the backroom, she points out the stock, to which he replies with an acknowledgement: ]


Ah.

[ And then he gropes around for a spare seat — one of the cheap, plastic fold-up chairs — to settle in while he waits. ]

Sure, no problem. If you need help —

[ Well, there she goes. ]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-06-16 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda makes quick work of it, ducking down under the arm of another coworker reaching for water, and finding the cart where they ought to put these boxes in. again, this is not necessarily an urgent task (or perhaps a task at all), but something compels her to keep up this charade for the blind guy.

she's not trying to be nice or anything.

whatever.

wheeling the cart back, she finds that he's found a place to sit. he's just a guy, huh?

she leans into the cart's handle, pursing her lips, pushing them to one side before she decides to ask. )
I'm not saying you can't do this kind of job. ( though maybe she's implying it, a little, by going out of her way here? she puts her foot onto one of the cart's wheels, spins it a little. ) I just don't think this place is equipped for your needs.

( blame the place! )

What kind of job did you have? Before arriving here.
Edited 2025-06-16 21:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-06-16 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
( perhaps, if wanda had been from any point beyond the raft, where her world didn't feel like it was crumbling from a series of mistakes, perhaps she would have heard of 'quake'. for now, she has remotely no idea about her, not entirely a fan of info sessions, and steve was always soft on her, letting her skip on those unless absolutely necessary for an upcoming mission. )

Quake?

( she isn't sure she's heard right, which is why she repeats the name with a heavy enunciation on the question. wanda glances back at daisy. )

Like an earthquake? ( hey she's esl ) —are you good? Should I put my joolies on you?

( maybe it's some insider info. and no, wanda hasn't heard of her. )
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-06-17 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ She nods, lingering for a moment wondering if there is anything else she can reasonably do. She's not a healer, doesn't know one. All she has are wet bottles of medicine. He'll have to figure the rest out on her own. He was her savior for a moment, she hopes that momentum carries forward.

She's motivated now to see to it she doesn't waste the rest of what she found either and turns to leave.
]
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[personal profile] metamorphosing 2025-06-17 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Someone might have mentioned it at some point in passing, but I think you're the first person to ask about it specifically.

[Her smile pulls to one side; it's oddly refreshing, to talk like this when everything around them is so uncertain, unknown.]

That said, I've been asked stranger things. In the greater scheme of things, not that odd.
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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-06-17 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Apparently this is what happens when you get two people who are both stubborn, observant of others and have a tendency to put others before themselves: an endless loop of courtesy.

Despite her being a stranger he does care. It's impossible to kill the part of him that does no matter how hard the Empire may try or on his lowest days. But they're here in an unknown planet together and that has to count for some ounce of care - right? That, and caring for another makes it infinitely easier for Cassian not to think about how he can't quite remember how he got injured and why thinking too long about it only stirs a deep sense of unease in him. ]


Yours then.

[ And it's more of a confirmation than sounding like someone who's been turned down. He motions for her to lead the way but before stepping out from the awning, he shrugs his coat off, propping it up over them like a makeshift cover.

It's only once they're seated in her car and he's slid into the passenger seat that he realizes belatedly they'd had no time at all for introductions. ]


I'm Cassian, by the way.