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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] godjr 2025-05-17 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
It is. I hope everything is okay. I was kind of important to the plan.

[ Jack was the plan. The brothers couldn't kill God themselves, they needed the superpowered Nephilim to do it for them. But he can't do anything about it now. Maybe they are okay. The Winchesters are really good at surviving and if he can figure out a way back, they can finish the plan. He follows Castiel, too used to being important to him to consider whether or not he's being annoying. ]

You never told me what Chuck was like before. I only met him when he was mad and vengeful. It made me sad, because I thought, he couldn't always be that bad, could he?

[ But Jack didn't want to ask because obviously his entire existence now has been surrounding killing God and stopping him from destroying all universes. So he's not allowed to wonder if it was right or not. The Winchesters already have strong feelings about him, and his father Lucifer obviously did too, but Castiel himself has never talked about it. ]

What was he like?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-17 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
( when he smiles, she gazes away, almost on cue. despite her somewhat openness to conversation, she seems adamant to keep an emotional distance from those around her. even if he really seems to be a nice stranger.

at his question, she steps forward and grabs at one of the stubs under one of the advertisements.

cash register job. )


I can do maths pretty well.

( even if there'll be a calculator in the cash register, but still. it makes sense to her. )
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pavilion

[personal profile] tataille 2025-05-17 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Benny's been lurking by the dog treats, trying to figure out if any of them are real meat or just sawdust molded into a bone shape. The scent of them is throwing him off, and he's certainly not going to eat them to test the theory, but you can't blame a man for trying to sniff out iron in a place where eating people seems to be frowned upon.

He's trying to keep that habit kicked, anyway.

The crash is what gets his attention, but it's the follow-up and the unauthorized cleanup job that keeps him watching. He sure recognizes the fella, and he's entertained enough to keep his trap shut so he can watch the spectacle from a distance that's far enough to keep him just out of sight.

By the time the angel mutters his complaint, Benny’s seen enough to weigh in. He shifts his stance, still nursing sore ribs, and lets the words roll out with a lazy smirk. ]


Well, look who it is, everyone's favorite Auntie. Whole store to pick from, and you go straight for penitence by the cat food.
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[personal profile] didthedishes 2025-05-17 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ It says a lot about them that they're both wondering about the lengths of their morality albeit in different ways. There are better times and place to think about that though. ]

Never? Don't think I've ever met anyone who's never played charades before. They were pretty common in -

[ Before he can complete his sentence the sudden tilt of Jack's head and the shift of his gaze has him really focusing on the room that he had just escaped from. The shadows curl and undulate taking on a life of their own and in them Bob sees his worst fear: a Cheshire-cat smile sharp and ready to consume along with two spots of light that shine out from the darkness. Though he wills his feet to move he finds himself rooted to the spot as words fumble out of his mouth - ]

I'm still here right? Like I'm not - there?
carmesi: <user name="berks"> ❤ 𝑑𝑛𝑡. (pic#17848278)

[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-17 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
( the more he's in that stupid costume of his, the warmer wanda feels, the harder it feels to breathe. she isn't sure what she is attaching herself to, what it is about him that pulls to her so tersely, magnifies these things she feels—

wanda makes an executive decision right now: she turns him around, and starts pushing him down the aisle, towards the 'only personnel allowed' door. )


Not from the floor.

( just in case he thinks she eats food from the floor—

time to take a break, bob. )


Go in.
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[personal profile] catharses 2025-05-17 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ It does not occur to him to look up. Perhaps he should - or rather, perhaps the thought to do so should, given he's seen more in a few days here than he has in his lifetime to know about the various dangers lurking. A place out in the middle of nowhere, a malfunctioning phone, the water steadily pooling and rising around his feet, then ankles, and ever higher: all ominous on their own but become something more added together.

And that was before he'd found the desk and the consecration and he wonders, vaguely, if this is the Montour System. He'd hoped to see it. Perhaps the Dreammaster's descriptions were off after so many years spent on Penacony. There's a tapping behind him but not one he notices while lost in thought. Nor does Sunday pick up on what else there is to hear if he listens for beyond sound alone when he's set down what he first saw and is now scanning the rest of the desk. If he'd glanced up, he might've even spotted part of a sword he'd recognize instantly.

What's piled on the desk reveals no secrets and he abandons anything made of paper as rain wets it further. Sunday means to start going through the drawers when whatever's stored should be (marginally) drier, and yet he keeps looking back to what he'd found first. Hears his own voice, sees the faces of those hearing the words as they realized what it meant from the corner of his eye in the water's reflections. A trick of the poor lighting, surely. Because if it is an illusion brought about by the Harmony it's a convincing one, and it has him leaning to brace a hand against the desk. ]
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Power Outage

[personal profile] mississippis 2025-05-17 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's not like she's slept much anyway since settling down in her motel room a few days earlier, but she'd been idly flipping through tv channels when the lights had gone out and taken the grainy image with it. And she lasts for all of five minutes in the dark before she gets up, stumbles around to stuff her feet into a pair of boots and her arms into a jacket, and goes to see if there's anyone outside who knows what's going on with the power.

No dice, but now that she's outside, sitting still feels out of the question. 
Without something mindless to occupy her thoughts, she knows they're going to start running away from her. And if she gets to thinking about the world she'd left, it's going to turn darker than the no-power situation.  

Rogue is walking, hands jammed in her pockets, keeping an eye on her surroundings while making sure not to engage with or look directly at anyone when she sees a hand raise in her peripheral vision. ]


Dark everywhere. Unless you're gonna tell me you're hoarding a room with electricity.
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●●● the pavilion - workin' ;

[personal profile] avo 2025-05-17 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ So it's not haphazardly running half of a law firm or beating on bad guys in the deep of night, but it's still honest work and he's managed to score about six weeks of it. Should help with the loan, not that he's too invested in clearing it (money? lol), but this gives him something to do at least.

It gives him a chance to watch for the faces that walk in and out of the supermarket, hoping he might see familiar ones. And ... maybe praying that the ones he doesn't want to see here never end up walking through.

Anyway, if you just so happen to find yourself in Aisle 3 either looking for the canned olives or maybe just exploring the supermarket on an empty stomach (as you do), you'll find a blind guy in a branded apron already there in the midst of mopping up something viscous and dark brown. It smells ... almost sweet. ]


Yeah, you might not want to get too close to that. It's slippery.
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-17 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[[At this point in time, An Zhe was not in a very great spot. Enough time had passed that it was really starting to sink in that things were very wrong. Things were very wrong, and he didn't know what he was doing! It had been bad enough that this had already happened before, even if it had led to a nice encounter. But it'd happened again! He felt very, very stupid and very, very out of his depth. He knew exactly what kind of cynical look Lu Feng would have given him at that moment, and his heart felt emptier for it. He wouldn't have minded getting bullied over it at all if he were just there.

His wallowing was abruptly cut short though. Suddenly? He was up again?

Kaine was treated to the sight of An Zhe white knuckling his steering wheel, staring at him wildly with wide eyes on the verge of bursting into tears. Or maybe that was the face of someone that really wanted to shout but he had never shouted before in his life. He was suddenly so angry that the wrong person had called him a moron and

he just

slammed his hand on the horn for the most anti-climatic beEp imaginable.]]
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-17 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jesse's lack of screaming or scared reaction is greatly appreciated because Jack would much prefer someone be impressed by him than be upset. It's nicer this way and he can save the car without feeling bad about showing off. Jack's always wanted to have a reason to show off without it being something that makes other people hate or fear him, which seems to be the default reaction. Which he understands is normal and human, but it makes him automatically a monster in the eyes of someone else.

His new friend isn't looking at him like that, which is nice so far. Jack waits, as if expecting there to be yelling, but instead Jesse talks and doesn't call him names, so he relaxes, smiling. He isn't pretending to be human so he can just tell him the truth. ]


I'm a Nephilim. Half-archangel. I'm glad you aren't scared, I promise I would never hurt anyone intentionally.

[ The intentional part is sort of a key. And also, he should add now, because he's hurt people before, but he's not so stupid as to bring attention to that with someone new. The point is that Jack is trying very hard to be good and not hurt anyone like he says. He is in much better control of himself and his powers these days. He can handle this. Usually he just says half-angel but considering he has archangel power radiating through him at the moment, he might as well use the right term. ]

I'm Jack. I'm also half-human though, if that helps.
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power outage.

[personal profile] frighteningly 2025-05-17 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Realising she's being followed, Nadiya's pace slows a little.

This really is inconvenient. As much as she appreciates a dead body, she is still getting acclimated. Getting killed isn't an option, either; she needs to get back to Ren and her family. But her curiosity, as always, whites out all better sense. Is it someone who was born in this town? Or is it a displaced, like her? Are they hungry for food, opportunity, or something far more sinister?

Turning a corner, she's briefly out of Laszlo's sight. With a flick of her wrist, a fire ball no bigger than a wine goblet coalesces above her palm. She toys with it, courts it, favouring it from one hand to the other and back, and idly turns toward the source of the noise when she hears footsteps. For now, she's the brightest thing in the area: where darkness has settled quiet and cloying across the city, the flickering fireball illuminates her from the chest upward.

A bit dramatic, really. But the Arnesian court loves its theatre. Who is she to scoff at that?

She tilts her head, regards Laszlo. ]


Quite a chase you've been on. Shall we speak?

[ There's no anger in her voice, no offense, no fear. There's a tint of curiosity and very little else. ]
carcajous: (151)

i have a permission slip for this.

[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-17 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Everything in this place shifts so damn quickly. One minute, he's crouched between a foggy wheat field, trying the figure out what the hell this giant skull is; the next, it's shimmering, a highway opening up where there wasn't one a second ago—glaring headlights bearing down through the thick mist.

Oh, fuck.

The front end crunches against his rib cage, sends him flying ten feet down the road. His ears ring. Distantly, he hears the tires spinning out. For a good two, three minutes, his vision is white, then black, and then the concrete beneath swims into focus. Ugh. Seriously? At least his bike wasn't flattened. Hell of a lot easier and cheaper to repair his body.

Can't say the same for the car that hit him, though. Logan climbs to his feet. There's blood staining his jeans where he must've scraped half his leg off on the pavement, but no sign of injury remains by the time he's upright.

Great. He squints at the busted car ahead, smoke billowing from under the crumpled hood. Who the hell—? This better not be an ambush. He doesn't have time for that shit, but. It doesn't feel like one. ]
Hey, you okay in there?
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[personal profile] smilefornow 2025-05-17 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Arthur's eyes widen in sheer horror. He looks at the other man as though he's just suggested they go and burn down an orphanage for fun.

"This place certainly is different! Back home, queue jumpers are beaten to death in the street!"

He really wishes he were employing hyperbole to make a point, but Wellington Wells doesn't have much of a tiered justice system. It mostly came down to either 'exiled to the Garden District' or 'beaten to death in the street'. Often times, the former turned into the latter. Mob justice wasn't terribly kind.

"At the very least, someone's going to start shouting, aren't they? When one person starts in on shouting, soon you get someone else shouting, and then before long everyone's shouting and swinging fists about. I'd like to go more than a week before getting caught in a fistfight."

Well, that's probably dreaming too big. Fights have a way of finding Arthur.

"Or at least if I'm going to make a fuss, it's going to be worth it. Is little cups of food worth it? There's bins all over, usually there's alright food in bins...."

He has not lived a very good life.
godjr: (AlexanderCa1502218)

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-17 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
No, I haven't played a lot of games.

[ Jack skipped childhood entirely and they didn't have time to sit around and play games in the bunker. They were on a job or there were a variety of other reasons that he never got to have a little more fun with his family. There was that time with Mrs. Butters when she made sure they got to celebrate all the holidays together, but then she poisoned and tried to kill him, so that made it a little less happy.

Jack glances toward the encroaching darkness and furrows his eyebrows at his new friend. ]


You are here, you are not there.

[ He hopes that is helpful and reassuring. He's not sure why Bob would think otherwise but Jack's been through a lot of strange things, so he understands everyone has their story. ]

Let's go outside. I don't want to have to fight it. This may be its home.

[ The other hunters are less concerned about what monsters are doing in their own space, because they're used to having to kill them to protect people, but Jack figures the shadow monster didn't end up succeeding in killing them. So he can probably let it live for now, as long as it leaves the two of them alone. He is ready to fight it to protect his new friend, but they can just walk outside, which he does, gesturing for Bob to go with him.

Once they leave the building the darkness does retract and does not follow them. ]


Hello, I'm Jack. I didn't get to say that when we were trying not to die.
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the blocks - b

[personal profile] tataille 2025-05-17 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Benny smells the smoke before he sees it. It hangs heavy in the air like old perfume, burned paper and oil and something sizzling that might actually be meat (which is more than he can say for most of what he's sniffed out lately). He rounds the corner nice and slow, no sudden moves, his whole body still aching, posture lazy on purpose. It sure seems like a lotta people here are jumpy, himself included, and the last thing he wants to do is startle someone into putting a bullet in him.

It smarts, dammit.

He spots the fire, the guy tending it, and the unmistakable look of someone who’s been through hell and just decided to start barbecuing on the ashes. That's fair, he thinks.

Only after a long beat does he finally speak, voice low and dry as desert gravel. ]


Only on Tuesdays. Sure smells good, brother.
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[personal profile] healbuff 2025-05-17 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[This guy looks rough. There's no nicer way to put it, but even though River can be a motormouth, he does have some tact. River beams when the offer is accepted and Jesse seats himself in the front.]

Glad to hear it. Welcome aboard! And it looks like I arrived in the nick of time.

[Jesse's question makes him blink and then guffaw in disbelief shaking his head.]

Crypto? That convoluted bull-crap of a currency? If I wanted to scam people, I'd just be a total quack and recommend Herbalife.

[See, he's good people. He revs up the engine again and the Hummer starts sailing down the road.]

And you're welcome. The name's River and I'm from California. Where'd you fall in from?
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road trip

[personal profile] frostfist 2025-05-17 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ This isn't the first time he's been approached by a strange man with a dubious offer and he's sure it won't be the last, but the specificity of the offer has him tilting his head, taking in the guy in front of him with a curious stare. Nothing immediately out of the ordinary as far as he can tell. Probably someone he could take if push comes to shove and it turns out he's hopping into a car with a serial killer. ]

Sure, if you got a map.

[ He glances down at the man's hands. ]

You do have a map, right?
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fender bender!

[personal profile] pse 2025-05-17 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her SUV, Kimiko is realising, is a lot like her. It's dark and sleek and has had the absolute shit kicked out of it; you look at it longer than a second, you can see the wear. The rust in the wheel well, the massive spider crack in the rear windshield, the way the doors always stick and don't balance properly, the broken air conditioning that huffs out a mouthful of exhaust before dying an undignified death—the list goes on.

But she's had it for almost a week now. She's grown a bit attached to it. And, like her, it can take a pummeling.

When the engine dies suddenly, leaving her stranded in the middle of the street, she's only just finished getting her keys out of the ignition and tucking her hair out of her face. She's reaching for the door handle when the vehicle suddenly lurches, sending her colliding roughly with the steering wheel.

Landing roughly on the road, Kimiko slams her door shut and starts to stomp over to the car behind her. Over her shoulder, she glances briefly at where the car behind hers has slammed into it; the dent in the back bumper that hadn't been there a minute ago causes her to grind her teeth. ]
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Learning to Drive

[personal profile] smilefornow 2025-05-17 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
That's what they say, but I have a feeling it's not nearly as easy as that.

[Arthur offers a commiserating grimace to the...er...interesting young lady who seems to have been given the deluxe version of his little microbus. He can't say he envies her, he's having enough trouble with the little yellow and wood paneled automobile - something that big would be a disaster with him behind the wheel.

He hopes she can handle it. If nothing else, she seems terribly optimistic.]


Never driven before, either, eh?

[It makes him feel a bit better. He's seen people driving off as though they'd been doing it their whole lives. His closest experience to driving involved crashing a glorified scooter that was on a track.]
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-17 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Jack didn't really talk to kids on the apocalypse world so maybe he would know better if he had. That fact would have been useful for him to keep in mind given that he is only a toddler himself in years experienced, and it might have explained why he has never been good at considering consequences or impulse control. He logs it away in his mind. He is better about doing all of that now, but maybe it's because he's mature now. He died a few times, it helps, you have to be grown up after that.

"You think?" He perks up a little at the reassurance that maybe his line of thinking isn't naive and foolish. Jack has never really had to be on the other side of this. People were always searching for him and he was kept an eye on for his life so far. Being alone is not good for him, but there is nothing he can do about it. "I miss my fathers. I want to be somewhere they can find."

If Castiel shows up, they probably will be able to find one another quickly, given their angelic connection. But Castiel is supposed to be in the Empty, so Jack doesn't know if he can find him. He gets out of his head and focuses on her, lifting a hand to wave at her.

"Hi Nadine. Have you been here long?"
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[personal profile] didthedishes 2025-05-17 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ It seems that he and Eddie have taken different approaches to their debt. While Bob finds himself more or less resigned to it (because, hey, what can you do?), he has at least set about trying to pay it off because he's been in this position before. And without the know how on how to get home something familiar, if albeit a little shitty, is something he can focus on until someone here can figure out how to get them all home.

But man. He hadn't missed this life. This being having little money to his name and only being able to afford shitty food from the vending machine. The low hum of the neon signs outside reflect the hum in his head making it hard for him to concentrate on the off-brand choices presented to him and it's a choice he'll have to make later.

The lights cut and he suddenly feels a weight fall against him causing him to yelp in surprise. Bob before Project Sentry would have fallen onto the floor in a heap. But that's not the case now. He grabs a hold of the lanky frame that's holding onto him. There's a huff of amusement to his voice as he rights Eddie. ]


I've had worse introductions. [ Which is to say, he's good. And though he's still got that levity to his voice, he can't help but sound a little glum. ] But I don't think we're getting anything out of this vending machine.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-17 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
( she hears him, says what he needs to — about how long it's been, and wanda can't help but scoffs, thinking that he's joking. the usual clint grin and laugh isn't there, though, which brings wanda down from building up into laughing in tandem with him.

quietly, she does the maths in her head, thinks of yom crook and his brief explanation about fluxdrifts. tries to — consider what it all means, what potentiality for the absurd there is, like people from the same world, but different timespaces, to be here, together.

despite what clint would prefer, wanda does draw her hands away, hugging her arms to her middle; a defensive action, one she'd always do when she is feeling uncertain, worried, or scared. still, she doesn't step away, leaning only slightly against the side of the table with the register.

she swallows — changes the topic, but not by much. )


Is it just us?
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free samusples

[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-17 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
So many people, so many bodies, so many grabby hands, so many possibilities for someone to do something foolish. Samus navigates the markets with cautious familiarity, standing firm at her place in the sampler crowd. She would also like a cheese. It's been a long day; not the first time she's been thrust into an unfamiliar place and lacking for her usual equipment. Probably won't be the last. She wears a thick leather bomber jacket with cuts and questionable red stains on the sleeves, a half torn iron-on patch of a name that isn't hers. Underneath it is the bright blue Zero Suit.

She feels the brush of an arm past her hip too close to pockets, too close to soft areas where armor normally should be. An Zhe's wrist is suddenly engulfed in her hand, reflexes snapping on him like a perturbed snake. She looks down, expression cold but seems to reconsider after a quick up and down. If he is a thief he is the most timid looking one she's ever seen.

Wordlessly she pulls his wrist closer to the vendor, gently but firmly twists his palm so it's open.

"Two cheeses." She says to the vendor on An Zhe's behalf.
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[personal profile] didthedishes 2025-05-17 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ If he had any inkling that he was making her feel like this, he'd begin apologizing profusely and immediately go and get her all the samples she'd want and more. Unfortunately as it stands, he has no clue, remaining blissfully unaware and confused.

There's another muffled yelp from the costume as he's marched towards the back of the store. Inadvertantly he clears the way for them in his ridiculous costume bumping people aside as he does that is quickly accompanied by muffled apologies. His hand (his real ones, not the other tentacles) pushes against the door handle and he cranes his neck around towards her despite not being able to see her. ]


Okay, okay! But I might need some help. I can't [ And as if to prove his point he stumbles over his own feet as the door opens. ] really see.