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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 2025-06-21 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It is important, actually!! And Fern isn't going to simply forget what she just witnessed, but she does set it aside for now as he starts to explain.

Naturally, she does have follow-up questions, but she holds her tongue on them. It's not as if she asked for this lesson in the first place, but it seems that she's going to get it either way. She remounts the bike and turns it on again, allowing the engine to idle this time. (Not that she particularly appreciates him calling it a "piece of shit," but she'll test his theory.) ]


You know quite a bit about this. [ It's clear from how he explains things, how he takes certain pieces of information for granted because he assumes they're a given. She isn't quite sure about thanking him, given how he's been behaving, but she doesn't interrupt and she does listen with close attention. ] I'll keep this all in mind...

[ There's a pause, wherein she looks around. ] And what of your vehicle?
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-06-22 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Luck isn't something that Fern prefers to rely on if she has any better option. It's why when the question about the phone number comes, there's only a moment of hesitation before she nods.

"Emergency contact" — is that a thing as well? It seems so needlessly complicated to her, but...

She pulls her phone out of her pocket and pokes at it until she reaches the place where she can enter a "new contact." ]


Yes. And then you can tell him how this... interview went. [ If she can gather information ahead of time on what to expect, it will make her own search for a job that much easier.

It's probably going to take her way too long to type the number in once it's given, along with Wanda's name, but she'll get there. Eventually. ]
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[personal profile] kidproof 2025-06-22 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's less about being secretive and more about keeping the people he loves close to the chest, because loss was rampant where he came from, and last ditch efforts could make or break a moment. ]

Show n' tell's for kids and folks with no sense of self-preservation.

[ The strong and silent type? It's been a long time since somebody's referred to him as that or even bothered to impress with complimentary flirtations or anecdotes. It evokes a surprised huff of laughter out of him that bubbles out of his throat like a long forgotten sound, more scoff than sentiment. ]

Yeah, you got me. It's all part of my charm.
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[personal profile] notspiderman 2025-06-22 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Five years, roaming across America from one end to the other and then back. That was a lot of time on the road. Hitch-hiking, stowing away, jacking cars and punching out bikers to steal their ride… he’s had experience.]

Yeah, well. You pick it up when you live on the road.

[At mention of his own vehicle, he frowns like she’d just reminded him of a bad joke. The kind said in bad taste. He jerks his head towards a bright yellow car with a little sign sticking up on top that reads: TAXI.

Right when he thought he was the furthest any human could possibly be from New York, here was a reminder. Maybe he could still rip it off.]

Even a shit bike’s better than that thing.
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[personal profile] elriche 2025-06-22 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The words crash over Stephen slowly, at first a prickling sensation down his spine, then a cold deluge. He forgets, sometimes, the smaller microcosms of the multiverse. The space between one human and another instead of planets, galaxies, dimensions. A child swaddled by their mother, a belly laugh between friends. His hand, splayed out on Christine's chest to keep her safe, as he righted the car and told her she'd be okay.

He remembers the texture of her evening gown, the pattern of her breaths under his fingertips. Blinding headlights in the rearview mirror. The space between.

He tears his eyes away from Maximoff's fierce expression, toward the beat-up Volvo station wagon he'd picked because of old safety ads on CRT screens. For a second, he stands there, hands empty at his sides, edges of his cape rustling in the wind. ]


I don't know enough about this version of you to answer that. [ The answer is somber – sincere. He meets her gaze again, manages a melancholic smile. ] You're not a zombie, though, so... you've already got a leg up on the last one I met.
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[personal profile] viceps 2025-06-22 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She doesn't respond. Without sparing a glance at either of them again (it's hard, harder than it should be, staring straight ahead and keeping her breathing even and not letting out the scream that's sitting just behind her ribs because nothing is fucking fair--), Vi picks up her bike and begins walking it away from the both of them.

There's a twisting, jealous knot inside her gut, nestled there amongst the other painful tangles of loss and homesickness and anger.

They get to have each other. She hadn't missed the touches, the looks. Whatever had happened between them after the mere glimpse she'd seen of Jayce fighting Viktor, it seems they take comfort in each other's presence now.

And that comfort, that togetherness, only drives the knife in deeper to expose her loneliness all the more.

Yeah, maybe they're her best shot. Vi understands that. Even if they didn't have anything to do with her being here, Jayce and Viktor probably have the very best chance of figuring out a way home (more than her, at least, and that stings too). But she can't listen to that right now. She can't bear the possibility, right now, of having to work together.

If she's going to be alone, she may as well go be alone all by herself. At least until the pain dulls, somewhat. Maybe.

Vi's engine roars to life, filling the tense silence. She leaves behind a cloud of dust, disappearing into the horizon. ]
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[personal profile] viceps 2025-06-22 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The restraints disappear, and Vi immediately leaps to her feet, clearly ready to make a run for it. Except then, this most confusing interaction turns even more inexplicably bonkers when the bad-fashion creep suddenly produces a whole cooked bird and side dishes out of thin air.

Vi, now backed up several feet, just stares at it. Then she stares at the shopkeeper, who looks similarly baffled (and not a little annoyed).

The smell -- savory herbs, butter, salt -- taunts her, twisting an audible growl from Vi's empty stomach, but for obvious reasons, she has little intention to trust it. Yet, hunger keeps her stuck there, lingering too many moments too long when she should be making her immediate escape.

It's the shopkeeper who breaks first. She sighs, rolls her eyes, and elbows past him to grab the endbone of a drumstick with her bare hands. The words are grumbled, but without any real rancor. ]


Feeling better, are we? I can consider this repayment for the both of you causing me so much trouble.
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-06-22 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A discharge of magical energy. That's something that Fern can understand, at least, and it allows her to think back to her own situation. She frowns and stares off, moving her gaze away from the strange figure for the first time since he stumbled out of that tent. ]

I'm... not sure. I was in a carriage, on the way to take on an important mission. My companions and I were on the verge of confronting the vampire lord "Strahd" who I mentioned.

[ She glances back, and while there's no expression to read on that faceplate, she doesn't sense that the living armor knows anything about Strahd despite her initial assumptions. How strange. ]

I think the carriage crashed, and then I was here. Strahd is a powerful magic user, so maybe it was something similar to what you experienced.

[ Some magical surge that flung them to this strange place. ]
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-06-22 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, right. That. Sometimes Fern forgets, because even those among her companions who can't see in the dark have the means of creating a light source. It's rarely been an issue, but she has to be reminded of this from time to time when dealing with humans. ]

... I'm able to see in the darkness, so I don't have the need for any sort of light.

[ What is a flashlight, she doesn't know. She'll breeze past that for now, but Eddie may notice how her eyes flicker in the dark, like the shine from an animal's.

After a pause of consideration, she makes a tentative offer. ]
If you're willing, you can hold onto me and I'll lead the way. Though if you would rather return to your room for now in hopes that it comes back on its own, that's also understandable.

[ Not everyone is willing to adventure out when there isn't a clear promise of a reward. ]
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-06-23 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Viktor is lucky, in the sense that there is nothing for him back home, and the only desire he feels to return there is so that he can atone for his misdeeds. He'd hypothesized, of course, that it was the acceleration rune that flung himself and Jayce to the edge of the universe, but now he's having second thoughts.

He's sympathetic, though, that she was torn away from something important. He imagines many people here in similar situations. Having similar...complicated feelings, about it.
]

Do you think it was his doing?

[Possible, given the way she reacted to him.]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-06-23 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
( wanda does appreciate this stephen's quiet moment of sincerity, that which pulses from him not being entirely a wave of unfathomable constructs that are too complex and mind-bending for her to parse through. for a moment, she gets something human from him—warmth, sympathy, love, and even hope, despite the fact that she can't quite make sense of the context for it.

his own softening expression is met by her own softening as well, brought forth by the inch of humanity that he's sharing with her, albeit not quite meaning to. )


You seemed to know well enough.

( about her time before arriving here, what ever should have come to pass, supposedly. but there is no bite to her words, no anger in them, because—for once—she feels seen. even if wanda isn't too keen on this.

she does frown at the zombie mention.

what, like dawn of the dead? her confusion is palpable, but she trudges through. )


I don't wish to be known here by the things you know I can do. ( she says, slowly, trying to be assertive. ) If you want to help... then you'll let me be.

( and, maybe, in giving her space, perhaps wanda will reach out to him one day. when this meeting with him isn't in the same moment as their arrival unto this world. )
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[personal profile] magike 2025-06-23 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Sadly, it's not what I'm offering.

( but with the brief pause she opts to pour the woman a drink, placing it in front of her )

Though hopefully, cheap whiskey will do enough for tonight.

( she doubted this was a good bottle despite the bartender's claims. or he'd watered it down )
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[personal profile] kidproof 2025-06-23 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, Joel's not unaware of the 'vibes,' but he's also blatantly refusing to acknowledge them. He's got his eyes trained on the rows of cars like they might as well be communicating with him.

The concept of paperweight vehicles wasn't far from routine for him either, as evidenced by how normal he seemed while taking a look at what was available, checking for flaws in the structural integrity.

He slams the side of his boot into the tire on the bronco with more air, and with the right walls on it. He digs into his backpack for a hose he pulled out of another deserted vehicle miles back and pops the gas cap, so he can siphon straight into a plastic jug that used to hold water or juice, still dusty from travel. When he speaks, it's with his teeth still around the house and once he starts collecting the gas the spit of disdain is what punctuates the vowels of the first word. ]

You go ahead and get started pullin' this wheel off, and I'll split the take on the gas. Dumbass at the car shop wasn't exactly concise about the length of the trip to the city.
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[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-06-23 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Real conversational whiplash, going from reasonable levels of collateral damage to classic video games. Thanks for rolling with the punches, bud. Evenly—]

Must have slipped my mind.

[It did not. Though, given all that's been said since, he seems to reconsider some things. Maybe not enough to continue the heart to heart of it all. But, eventually—]

Jason.

[He gives the screen of Jack's phone one last tap.]

Next time someone asks to hold on to that you tell them to fuck off.

[Those exact words. He's being a Good Influence, probably.]
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-06-24 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Jason.

[ He repeats, committing it to memory, although he's unlikely to forget one of only a handful of people he's ever spoken to. Jack looks surprised when he says that and frowns, looking down at the phone. It didn't occur to him to think twice before handing it over, but he does understand why Jason is saying that. He was being too trusting again. ]

It's okay, it's not like anyone can steal it from me. I guarantee you I can outrun them.

[ It doesn't need to run at all, he can fly. It's very hard to get away from him. ]
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[personal profile] sawel 2025-06-24 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
((ooc: MY APOLOGIES for the delay in this reply, this has been a crazy busy month for me, sweats))

Rune can't help but quirk a smile at his companion. A prince, huh? He certainly doesn't feel like much of a prince, but he supposes if the shoe fits... He wonders what Brand might think of that, before shaking his head, knowing there would probably be some ribbing involved.

At the question, though, he pauses. There is no good way to answer, and it's not really the best way to make new friends. Everyone back home in New Atlantis already knows Rune's story. It's strange to realize that being here, he's starting off on a new footing.

"Oh, uh," he hedges, shrugging awkwardly. "You know. Some pretty nasty stuff went down there a while ago. The usual." No need to mention he was there. A survivor.
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[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-06-24 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[For maybe the first time in this conversation, he looks honestly amused by that answer. Well. He shrugs.]

Tell 'em to fuck off, anyway.

[It's the principle of the thing, Jack. The part where you remember to think twice in the first place instead of giving random assholes you find on rooftops the benefit of the doubt. They'll make a suspicious bastard of you, yet.]
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we can wrap this one too I think!!

[personal profile] valle 2025-06-24 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
( There's a stillness in her when he says most of us mutants; it's hard to glean from her expression what exactly fuels it. Surprise, uncertainty, fear? She doesn't give very much to go by other than a pause in conversation, two seconds of lapsing into silence before continuing on as though it didn't happen.

It's been a long time since she's been around other mutants. That's part of it. The other part is wondering who, exactly, makes up the population he's referring to. The questions she has, she'll be able to answer for herself — and the uncertainty she feels isn't something he knows her well enough to help her through. Not yet.

What she ultimately winds up saying is a not entirely dishonest:
)

I'd like that.

( She takes his number and, rather than writing down her own, takes a moment to send him a text instead. Before they part ways, it comes through. Two characters, a simple little thing:

:)

She's better at smiling in text than in person.
)
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[personal profile] valle 2025-06-24 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
( Her amusement grows at his enthusiasm and awe; a glimpse of heaven. Man, this guy really loves music, doesn't he? She's never met anybody so passionate about it before; like her, her friends from the lab had never heard much of it, and her allies in the void had been largely ambivalent.

Your favorites.

Boy, it's an unusual thing for her to feel so put on the spot by something so arguably low-stakes. Nothing life or death here, and yet somehow she gets the sense that she's about to undergo some kind of very important, very difficult test.
)

Okay. I think I can do that.

( She takes the iPod back, spends a few very serious seconds contemplating it, and then nods. )

Alright, get ready, let's do this. On three?

( One... two... play. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-06-25 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
( to wanda, the thought of him being a lawyer seems a lot more farfetched, for some reason. her upbringing wasn't normal, truth be told, so she never got to see how things would have panned out had she been able to go to school properly, graduated, made friends of all sorts, traveled the world. getting to talk to a blind former-lawyer (or is that a title for life?) is blowing her mind. )

Sounds like something a lawyer needing to prove their mettle would say.

( she can joke, too.

keeping her hands loose around the handlebar of the cart, wanda glances at him. )


...was it hard?

( becoming a lawyer?

(these boxes don't need to be moved, so it's not like she's in a rush to get them moved. just keeping the guy out of harm's way.) )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-06-25 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
( it's a cute droid, she must admit, with the features on its exterior to make it look like some cuddly friend. )

I doubt that.

( that he would code it to someone else.

wanda muses over this for a moment, still glancing down at C4T moves about near the bed, promptly collecting her feet and crossing them on the bed when it puffs out some more if its scented-dust particles her direction. )


...apparently these blackouts happen often. I heard someone say that downstairs the other day. We just have to wait it out.

( 'we', because she's not moving to go to her room yet. instead, wanda uses her other hand to hold the toweled ice pack onto her nose. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-06-25 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
( amidst everything that wade fires back at her, wanda is getting better at filtering out what is useful to her and what much is something she can leave to the side and let rest, for her own sake. in all that he's saying, and in how he's reacting, there's definitely an earnestness here.

even if he keeps staring at her (socked) feet.

hm. )


So, you were experimented on in some capacity, and now you can heroic things?

( using his terminology, for the most part.

also, she's met stephen strange already, who claimed knowing her and mentioned something about the multiverse, so this isn't her first rodeo. )


Did you meet a version of me? —and sure, you can have all the crackers.

( my guy, )
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[personal profile] alwaysme 2025-06-25 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[She needs to breathe. She's so used to knowing a city in and out and having a presence that chased people away (or had them try to take her in for a bounty). This place is wrong. She wants to wander but there's a new caution that she doesn't remember feeling--ever--in her life. She had Vander and Vi. And then she had Silco. And then, shocker of shockers, she had Sevika.

She wanted to get away, get out. She got her wish.

But... now what? How does she function as a solo operative?

She grins widely, borderline sincere, when her companion of the dark joins her, and steps back, throwing her arms open and indicating the sky and the strange city.

It probably looks like a dump, but she's seen worse, alright. This place isn't so bad.]
This is better, right? No stifling halls and weird heebie-jeebie noises.
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[personal profile] valle 2025-06-25 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
( She can do that — it's as good a time as any to practice what she just learned from him, right? Fresh on the mind. She goes about pulling out those same tools from earlier — the jack, the tire iron. She's a fast learner, and there isn't much uncertainty in her this time.

At some point a few minutes into the process, half paying attention to what she's doing and half watching him siphon gas, she finally speaks up.
)

How'd you learn to do that?

( Changing a tire is one thing, but sucking gas out of a tank with a hose probably isn't average every day normal guy stuff, right? Or maybe it is, she doesn't exactly have the best grasp on what the normal human experience looks like. )
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[personal profile] metamorphosing 2025-06-25 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[He answers one question, only to raise several more— but the answer itself is what matters the most.

He had been stopped. The Sentinel program had been shut down. Trask would pay for his crimes, at least in part— but for what he had already done, what she had come across in those labs, she's not sure it was enough.]


What about the mutants he murdered?

[Was that justice enough for the other crimes he had committed?]

Our friends— our brothers and sisters. They deserve vengeance.