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TEST DRIVE ∞ May 2025

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

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

But first, you need to find a ride.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then you open your eyes.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What do you do? You have three choices:

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

B: Set Free
As you peer through the windows, you see not just the crates of medicine but someone trapped inside. They look like they might be in trouble, and from your vantage point, you notice that the water is bubbling strangely. It's definitely not normal rainwater. As you watch, the water rises unnaturally, stopping and starting. It's as if the water level is responding to an external stimulus.
  • The glass is soundproof. You can't hear what the person inside is saying, so you'll have to communicate with each other another way. Try charades, typing on your phone, or whatever you think of. Eventually, you determine that they're stuck and that you need to enter some sort of code onto a pad located—according to your trapped partner—at the back of the building.
  • Around the back, shadows swallow your surroundings. The panel must be pried open, but a slippery substance makes it hard to get a good grip. Each time the substance touches you, you grow uneasy. You swear you see eyes watching you, though when you turn around, nothing's there.
  • You can't seem to keep the instructions in your mind. And those symbols...they burn into your retinas. Through them, you glimpse an incomprehensibly massive figure unfurling in the darkness, pulsing as if in a deep sleep. When you snap back to reality, you realize you've injured yourself, slicing your hand on a sharp edge or a bruise you can't remember getting.
  • Once you manage to release the doors, the water inside the office drains upward into the sky as though sucked out by a giant hose. The darkness spreads. Get out of there fast before the shadows drag you or your partner into the void.
Of course, you don't have to help anyone. You can leave the individual there, make a deal, or outright extort them. But remember, you're not the only person on these roads. You might want to play your cards carefully, even if altruism isn't your first instinct.
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-16 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)

“I am not a kidnapper,” Connor once more insists — as if the repetition might convince her. “If harming you in any way was my intention, I would have put more effort into the ruse.”

Assuring, surely!

“Yes, the flowers are for you. Do you like them? Where I’m from flowers like these are considered pests, but I find the color pleasant. Like the sun.”

He raises his hand again, arm ramrod straight, offering her the clump of flowers-slash-weeds. Some of the stems are broken — more breaking by the minute, really.

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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-16 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
( to think that only until a few moments ago he had thought this day a wash, once again with no maelle (or lune or sciel) to be found, and now he sees the familiar fiery head of his most important person. her name comes out of him in a breath, relieved, and her words only serve to turn his frown onto a smile—a genuine one.

even with the possibility of being attacked. )


Don't switch roles now. I'm the adult here.

( gustave says, bemused, as she wields her rapier. without a thought, he summons, too, his sword, and stands ready, shoulder pulled back, sword at his waist.

the trio bunch up together, not having expected swords. )


—just knock them out, Maelle.

( he'll let her call go. )
Edited 2025-05-17 19:44 (UTC)
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-16 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a strange feeling, to be the one protecting Jayce, but it's not unpleasant. In different circumstances, he might even appreciate this newfound power. Right now, it's only a reminder of the harm he caused. He knows Jayce will blame himself, but all he tried to do was save Viktor's life. The rest, he did on his own.

And Jinx deserves to know the truth. He doesn't have to imagine the chaos of it all, fighting for her life with no explanation of how or why--he saw it through the eyes of his automatons. Viktor holds Jayce at bay. There's nothing that can be discerned from his face, but his shoulders sag and his body language is that of someone thoroughly defeated.
]

I took his mind. [Like he did with so many others.] I thought it was necessary, it was--what I needed to do.

[To survive, after Jayce nearly killed him. To achieve his goal--to evolve, and there is no denying that Warwick's regenerative power is what allowed him to do it, as the Doctor said. He'd been so sure of himself. So close to his goal, only to realize at the last moment that nothing was as he thought.]

When you fought him, Powder, that was--it wasn't your father any more.

[He'd burned Vander away.]
Edited 2025-05-16 22:48 (UTC)
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-16 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Upon closer look, Scott does note how Rogue isn't the girl he left back home. There are clear signs she's older and closer to age as he is, and after meeting the Professor, he immediately understands why this is.

If the Professor is from the past, clearly Rogue is from his future. Not going to stop being weird, though, all things considered. But it's something Scott will instantly accept while trying to figure out the whys and the hows.

Parking his bike next to hers, he gets off and approaches her. Dressed in a gray hoodie, a tank top, and worn out jeans and sneakers, Scott looks her over and tries for a smile. ]


Don't like how they seem to be pulling us from different points in time either.

[ He doesn't seem to let on any of the stress he's been feeling ever since his arrival, and even when he's plucked out and dragged into a foreign realm, he looks well-adjusted than most.

Looking over at her bike, he briefly examines it. ]
What's the problem? [ Because as an owner of a bike back home, he knows a lot about fixing them. ]
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-16 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks.

[ As soon as Erik opens the door wider for him to let him in, Scott gives the man a small smile and a nod. Kindness in this place goes a long way and a relief from everything.

Those next few words, though, earns a bit of a chuckle from him, raising both hands in the process of letting himself in fully as if telling Erik there's not a weapon on him. As if his own eyes aren't weapons themselves, but that's a whole can of worms he's not keen to open right now. ]


Don't worry, not the sort. [ His gaze travels around the sparse room, before landing again on Erik, still trying to figure out where he had seen that familiar face. ] I'm Scott, by the way. [ He extends a polite hand, along with a wider smile. ]
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-16 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He can pick the wisp of a laugh beneath the rest of the overlapping sounds, as relief seems to echo faintly between them through that lingering thread that connected them.

Jayce lets out a long breath, shaking his head when Viktor says you did it. There's too much of their history that can't be untangled, too much of a hand they've each had in making and unmaking each other. Jayce is who he is because they met - in the snowstorm, at the broken ledge of his flat. They did this together - he's fine with the rest.

What he's not fine with, what he doesn't want, is this - ]


I'm sorry too.

[ If Jayce takes the credit for ending this, he takes the blame too.

They can each say it once, but otherwise they might never stop. He can sense a ledge on his periphery, a gaping maw and guilt like weights on his ankles, his chest. He remembers finding Viktor, after the shimmer factory. He remembers first hearing him say I should have died. He thinks of Sky, and feels that guilt very suddenly - and behind her, rows of faceless automatons like corpses.

Jayce closes his eyes and leans forward, pressing his forehead against a hard, metal sternum, still gripping one forearm and the same tightness in his throat. ]


Viktor - don't walk out on me again, okay?

[ Don't find some reason to wander out into the storms and disappear.

He doesn't want to be alone again. ]
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[personal profile] cardsgoboom 2025-05-16 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[If anyone is used to being sniffed out it's Remy. There had been a whole host of various Wolverines through the Void of course but Laura was one of a kind in that regard and longer lasting to boot. He's not as quick as she is to catch on until he catches sight of just who it is.]

And Remy be the sketchiest of them all, non?

[That devil may care smile on his lips blooms right on up into something bigger. Brotherly in a way?]

You out here with a debt on your back too? [His words roll together now as he talks.] Up in that scrapheap there was a baw talkin' about debts and cars and all that.
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[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-05-16 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jason doesn’t consider himself—in the traditional sense—particularly claustrophobic. Not really. Would make his line of work pretty difficult if he was. It's not even that enclosed a space, though the quickly rising water sure wants to change that sooner rather than later. Still, there are some exceptions. An insistent little itch of anxiety growing there, as he runs through the motions of finding himself an exit strategy and keeps coming up short. Clocking the inconsistent pace in the rise of the churning waves. (Wouldn’t that be poetic. First in fire, then in...well. Not quite the fabled ice. But maybe close enough for irony's sake.) He hopes the powers that be appreciate how aggravated he is by the symmetry.

The helpful foggy face in the window has vanished, hopefully to follow through on their makeshift pantomimed instructions. (Hopefully she’s a lot more there than the rest of his current company. The possibility of there being one last trick being played here isn't lost on him. Sitting sour in the back of his mind where the worst-case-scenarios are playing out.)

He’s perched himself on the top of a salvaged crate, balanced on the top of a heavy desk. Far enough out of reach of the water that he might even stand a chance if whatever is powering that desktop decides to try and fry the place for the next few minutes. He flips quickly through the laminated folder that had provided the eventual exit code (he thinks.) Like maybe there’s something here to decipher that the quarantine is all about.

Whatever is causing these hallucinations, probably, but he doesn’t remember being dosed with something. Gas? Something in the water? He's heard what everyone says about the badlands here, but beyond a certain amount of jaded Gothamite I'll-believe-it-when-I-see-it...the message on the computer seems like a pretty big red flag.

So: he takes the time for a little mid-escape sitrep. Symptoms? Visual hallucinations, oh yeah. Loss of time, a bit. Kind of cold—sure, he’s long past drenched. Pulse elevated, no fucking kidding. His nerves feel like they're sitting at the top of his skin. All high alert. But it's kind of been a while since he had a good sense of equilibrium there.

Floodwater laps up against his perch. The pale face of a blonde woman with his eyes and burns on her skin bobs up in the corner of his vision. His stomach turns, fury boiling low under his breath, but he very pointedly ignores it. (They always slip away before he can get a lock on them. And everything that’s bumped into him in the churning water has been decisively non organic. He’s checked.)

He's concentrating so intently on this that he almost doesn’t hear it when the door unlocks. But it's hard to miss the sudden rush of water that follows, sweeping past and lapping over the surface of the desk that's serving as the ground he's sitting on. He grabs for the binder before it can get swept up in the current, and hops to a precarious crouch on his crate.

Okay. Progress. Way to go, window-girl. One point in favor of her being, y'know. Real.
]
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-16 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, Scott hasn't seen anything like it, for starters. And this allows his gears to begin turning, trying to think of what this person's powers could be. And if they're a mutant, what the mutation is. Time travel? Teleportation? No, he had seen it on Kurt. ]

Be that fast. [ He nods to where Peter came from. ] Quickly get from point A - [ Then nods to where he is now. ] - to point B.

[ Arms now crossing over his chest, ] Super speed, huh?
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Panorama

[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-16 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Samus is here in the supermarkets. Both the crowd and rain seems to give the tall woman space as she leans over vendors, face stony. Light rain patters off the shoulders of her worn leather bomber jacket but underneath is the garish blue full body suit she's arrived with (akin to this or this). It's fair to assume the boots probably aren't hers either, caked with mud that's questionably too red. Her eyes dart down when she hears the little voice of discontent. They're cold and her face is no less stoic as she looks him up and down, like she's looking for looking for a lie on his face.

It seems like she has other interests, turning back to the vendor and fishing something out from the inside of her jacket pocket. She shakes a small box of cigarettes at the vendor and murmurs something. There's a quick exchange of subtle gestures, a pregnant pause by the vendor, and then a nod. She gives him the cigarettes and he gives her the umbrella. She pops it open and lowers it to Eight.

"Trade it for a bigger one when it stops raining." She hikes the collar up on her jacket and moves away from this vendor in the direction of food stalls, believing the exchange between all parties to be complete and over.
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-16 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Not very nice. Huh — guess he's right, even if it's not the kind of assessment Amos would give, or ever think to give. Not the way it's said, in any case. And nice or not doesn't matter to him as much as what people do, consistently, how they show up, how they choose to treat people. Nice can be faked, false, given easily, strapped on like a mask and tossed aside the minute people get what they want.

But good and kind — that's something else.

By anyone's standards, he's not nice himself, and the furthest from good and kind. But he's got a good handle on those who are. That guy skipping the line wouldn't have been enough to pull his attention, normally, except he tried to rope someone else into his nonsense, and Amos couldn't exactly overlook the kid's body language, the way he couldn't shake him and wanted to.

This, though, is the extent of their knowing each other, he reasons. They'll get their samples and be on their way in a few. Except, the way the kid talks doesn't feel like it matches him. He sounds way younger, first off. ]


People do that.

[ He leaves out his own conclusion of the action itself.

Also — he's another one like him. Kinda. ]


You been here two days?
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i am all for fourthwalling, lay it on me.

[personal profile] cardsgoboom 2025-05-16 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Without even thinking on it Remy just automatically bumps fists, extinguishing his card first of course. It helps that she's beaming at him in an utterly genuine way because goodness knows he likes that positive attention directed his way. Standing in ankle-deep water or not he can't help the rakish charm that warms his expression.]

You gonna have me blushin' now, cher. Remy sure don't remember meetin' such a fine lady before.

[Sadly there is no one here to tell Remy to focus on the task at hand.]
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Power Outage

[personal profile] reorienting 2025-05-16 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
When the lights go out, the sudden lack of noise from the electronics is downright pleasant. Sure, his senses aren't as sharp as they used to be (for some strange reason,) but he'll take the small pleasures of added silence.

At least, until someone knocks on the door. The bed creaks as he gets up, footsteps quiet as he approaches the door. He waits a moment, listening, and then wedges his foot close to the doorjamb as he opens it a crack.

The scent of the dandelions hits him first. Faint, but immensely nostalgic. He doesn't even have to look to recognize them. But no, for now, his gaze briefly trains on the stranger's face.

"...Yes?"
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[personal profile] yeahmagnets 2025-05-16 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jesse rounds the corner from the motel after giving up on the busted vending machine inside. He finds firelight flickering up against the alley wall, throwing dancing shadows across a hunched figure and a dented oil drum. The smell hits him first: woodsmoke, maybe paper, and something sizzling. Something meaty. His stomach lurches. Not in disgust. Hunger. A bone-deep, tight-in-the-ribs kind of hunger. Then he hears the voice, dry as a matchstick: What? Never seen a hobo hibachi set up before?

Jesse lets out a short huff of laughter. He squints at the figure. Looks like an older guy, all grit and no bullshit. Jesse steps closer, cautious but not unfriendly. His eyes settle on the skewers lined up over the makeshift grate. Whatever it is, it’s cooking fast. Jesse leans in slightly, eyeing the cuts but not getting too close. ]


Yo, yeah, I’ve seen plenty of ghetto grills, alright. But what I haven’t seen is whatever the hell that is. [ He gestures vaguely at the mystery meat, half-grimacing, half-intrigued. ] Smells kinda bomb, I'll give you that.

[ His eyes flick toward the flames, then back to the man, trying to gauge whether this dude’s the kind to shoot first or maybe share a bite if you don’t piss him off. Jesse tugs at the collar of his hoodie, voice dry. ]

I got some booze and a couple protein bars if you, I dunno, might be up for trading for a piece, maybe? But I kinda need your word that I'm not eating somebody's weird pet ferret. Or y'know...people.
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[personal profile] valle 2025-05-16 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
( Jayce. It's a nice name, she thinks. Unusual, but not strange — at least, not any more strange than something like Elektra or The Gambit or Blade. It's a kind-sounding name, and the guy attached to it has kind-looking eyes, but that doesn't mean much. Eyes can lie. Names can lie. People can lie.

Actions tell the truth, usually. As far as those go, he's reinforcing the impression.

She says nothing when his knee hits dirt; it's his choice, and maybe that leg doesn't hurt as bad as it looks like it does. Maybe he prefers to be off it. What matters is that he's still walking her through it, and so she knees carefully beside him, silently following instruction. Lining the jack up where he indicates, then glancing at his face to seek approval.

Here?
)

I lived in a place that had a lot of them, once. But that was a long time ago.
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[personal profile] variantcover 2025-05-16 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And sadly, Gwen is entirely too ADHD to remember to bring the conversation back around, either. Besides, she's busy being complimented by Channing-fucking-Tatum AND Gambit at the same time. This is a dream come true. Two hunks for the price of one! ]

Oh, cher... Hah... Never thought I'd get a "cher" directed my way.

[ There's a part of her little shipper heart that feels like she's a temptress, stealing Gambit's attention away from Rogue. But 1) Rogue isn't here, and 2) it's not like the flirtation will lead to anything. Gwen likes the idea of hot people flirting with her, but she's too aroace to actually want anything more than that. ]

So, how long have you been in town?
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[personal profile] tolight 2025-05-16 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Probably not. Extremely relatable, though. She's only moved on because she's got the half-a-minute head start on noticing the giant hole in the sky. It's only making her feel more out of depth about where she is, what's going on.

But, yeah. Not the time to dwell on it. She pulls him away from the door, hopefully (?) freeing from the worst of the rushing current. The downside is that his hand might be bloody too ( her's, not his ), but it feels like a small price to pay given the knee-deep water outside and the way the darkness has started to feel suffocating.

She blinks. She can see the symbols in front of her again, except larger than ever. Gods. ]
We should... go. [ She shakes her head. It doesn't disappear. She seems to be rooted to her spot despite her words. ]
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-16 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"A real cutthroat place."

It is extremely fortunate that An Zhe had picked such a teeny tiny truck. He was deeply aware that his arms were noodles, and a scrutinizing peek at this new friend did reveal too much of a difference between them. Well, beyond the... ?? An Zhe wasn't actually sure what that was on Eight's head. That wasn't important. What was important was the plight of noodles.

And names! "Ah, I'm An Zhe." He briefly wondered if he would even need to keep track of names here. Maybe he wouldn't be here for long. He took careful note of Eight's regardless. "Thank you for stopping by."
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-16 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)

“Hello. My name is Connor.”

He offers the flowers immediately, arm jutting out.

“I would find it preferable to not be alone during the power outage, and I thought my neighbors might feel the same.”

At least one of them, perhaps. There are many doors to try: multiple opportunities to be turned away — or for companionship.

Or to be chased away with weapons drawn. Who knows!

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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-16 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[[Oh. Awkward. There is a moment where An Zhe visibly frets over this information, uncertain if he had offended this very tall fellow or caused some other social slight. Oh no. Oh no. He hadn't meant! To be so insensitive!!]]

Are... Are you looking for anything in particular?
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-16 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gives her space to set up he jack, resisting the urge to lean against the side of the jeep as he's crouched. There's a nod, another faint smile when she's got it in place. ]

You can start lifting it.

[ Winding it up. She'll find it easy and quick enough to do - he'll stop her once she's got the wheel high enough. Jayce shifts more of his weight onto his good leg, giving her a thoughtful look. Something tells him she's not a kid that's going to respond well to pushing - but after a moment of consideration, he simply asks: ]

Why did you leave?
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the pavilion; samples

[personal profile] yeahmagnets 2025-05-16 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jesse’s not even paying attention when it happens. He's just drifting through the crowd with a cheap cup of coffee and a half-dead stare when he feels someone bump into him. It's followed by the sound of something smacking the ground, and his eyes flick down just in time to see the sad little paper cup of cheese land facedown in the grime. The guy who drops it lets out a curse, loud and miserable, and Jesse blinks once, recognizing the tone of voice like a fellow soldier spotting a comrade. He raises his hands slightly, palms out. ]

My bad. Didn’t mean to assassinate your snack.

[ He glances at the long line, then down at the cheese now collecting specks of dirt and someone's discarded gum. It's a total loss. A wince follows. ]

Damn, rough deal, man. Twenty minutes for that? That better be some real gourmet shit.

[ Or it was, anyway. He digs into his hoodie pocket, pulls out a candy bar, and holds it out. ]

It ain't cheese, but...peace offering? They're kinda bomb. It's like...if a brownie and a Twix got in a bar fight and rolled in pretzels. You try this one yet?
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[personal profile] reorienting 2025-05-16 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Glenn squints momentarily in the dark, taking in the flowers for the first time, and then lets out a sigh. After another few seconds, he opens the door widely, and then collects the flowers into his incredibly scarred hands with distinct, slow care.

"...The dandelions need more soil than this. Although at least they are a hardy type of flower. They will even take scraps of soil in concrete, if that is all they can attain... I did not know that they grew here as well. Are they also a species native to this land, or various Earths...?"

He frowns, clears his throat, and then continues, "Regardless of my personal preferences regarding company or not, it does not feel good to turn someone away if they need it."

He looks up again at Connor, and then notices the illumination caused by his LED. He frowns, and then he listens a little more carefully to his surroundings.

Or rather, to Connor's inner workings. In as much as his dulled senses can let him. He can't get nearly as much information as usual. He'll eventually have to, gasp, ask.

"My name is Glenn."
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he's trying his best

[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-16 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[[He gave a wordless little nod to her first question. He was glancing at the spot she had made, drifting a bit closer. Was he meant to sit? Right there? An Zhe was not sure if that was actually what he was meant to do, so he just sort of stood next to her as if this were his first school dance and her car was the snack table.]]

... I did manage to get a few.

[[They were in the bag he'd managed to get his hands on, hang on.]]

I didn't get to try any of the dumplings though. Did you?
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[personal profile] summonbeasts 2025-05-16 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[For a moment there's nothing but silence. Alucard blinks, Maria waits and then when she eventually lowers the bag she blinks a time or two before out here in the darkness there comes a snort.

Then an honest to goodness chuckle.

And finally a straight up laugh. It's the first time in ages Maria has laughed quite like this but goodness she can't help herself. One of her hands finally drifts up to cover her mouth before she finally says around the last few chuckles:]


So you can be driven into speechlessness then.

[She's not been trying of course. Their relationship is still finding it's footing and though she would call him a friend she's not quite sure how to treat him as a friend just yet.]