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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.
alwaysarmed: (Not gonna listen to that)

Yelena Belova | MCU

[personal profile] alwaysarmed 2025-05-17 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: I plan on taking Yelena post Tbolts* so there can definitely be spoilers up here but by design my prompts are all spoiler-free. Please feel free to ask me to avoid spoilers, and I will! Also happily will match brackets or prose ]

FLUXDRIFT




[ Yelena had not been particularly cooperative at first with the strange helmeted person who was trying to force her into automobile debt, but ultimately she took the loan, took the truck she was offered, and decided to get the hell out of there. Would she pay it back? Well, it depends entirely on what exactly the collection looked like. She does not intend to pay it back right now, however.

Not even a half hour outside of the Scrapyard there's someone laying in the road. Their car looks like it ran off the side of the road into a ditch, and as she slows to a stop she can't tell if they're alive or not. Gauging the situation and trying to decide whether or not this was a trap and someone was about to jump out from behind the ditched vehicle to shoot at her, she flexes her fingers on the steering wheel, contemplating her choices. What led her here, to this moment? Who did she wrong to end up in such a situation?

Yes, that's not really a short list.

So, she rolls her window down and leans out, squinting at the body. ]


Hello? If you are alive and not going to try to kill me, make a noise. If you are dead or are going to kill me, just do nothing. I've had a long day and I don't want to have to kill you first. Unless of course you are already dead. In that case, I will loot your vehicle and possibly also your corpse.

[ Yeah she probably deserves to be here if this is hell. ]

PANORAMA



the free food menace
[ Yelena isn't shy about walking around the crowded store from stall to stall, a handful of samples in hand and still picking up more. Every now and then if she gets a dirty look from one of the attendants she smiles at them in a way that doesn't touch her eyes and picks up a box for sale, only to immediately put it down, while in full sight of the attendant. She gets it, it's a shit job, but for that reason alone she thinks taking it so seriously is worth a little antagonism.

The third time she visits one woman's sad little sample stall the lady actually plucks up the courage to say "you really shouldn't take more than one sample." Pausing, Yelena raises her eyebrows and looks at the woman, her hand arched over one of the little wax paper cups. She looks for a moment like she might let it go, before she clears her throat, shaking her head. ]


You know, you are so right. I should not take more than one sample. Unfortunately I have been kidnapped, with no information on how to get back to my home, and I am hungry. So

[ Picking up the sample, and then two more she clucks her tongue, and smiles thinly at the woman. ]

I will eat as many free samples as I can. If this bothers you so much, take it up with someone else.

[ She dips her sample laden hands and head in a mock bow, and turns to move away, on to the next sample stooge. ]

yelena peacekeeper of the just

[ A little power outage doesn't phase Yelena. She is used to sleeping through far worse conditions, and has already spent more than one night in the back of the vehicle she was given on credit. She has absolutely no intention of abandoning her little shitty hotel room with a real bed because of a little pesky thing like electricity.

She's comfortable laying on her bed, listening to the sounds of the people around her, when she hears what sounds like a scuffle in the hall. At first, she just tries to ignore it. But when it sounds like it's escalating she lets out a long sigh, pulling herself up off her bed and grabbing her gun and flashlight off the nightstand.

She swings the door open, bringing her gun up and snapping it in the direction of the noise at the same time as she clicks on the flashlight. ]


Whatever is happening out here needs to stop, it is so late there are people trying to sleep!
brandingproblem: (heaven or hell like it's do or die)

[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-05-17 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[If only it was a joke. Two years of house arrest and mostly just hoping Wanda was okay in--Wakanda, or wherever they were all hiding out. Five years of her being dust and Vision being dead. Natasha had to tell him. She had to catch him up on everything after... After.

He suddenly doesn't know what to do with his hands, and he kind of wants to reel her back in, but he doesn't want to seem clingy. They rest at his sides. They stay still. He's always been good at stillness.]


I don't know. You're the first face, friendly or un-, I've recognized since I got here. Guessing if you're asking that, the same goes for you.
catharses: (040)

[personal profile] catharses 2025-05-17 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ To that Sunday offers a brief hum, one of agreement and skepticism in one. Unearned skepticism, certainly, because what the other man says is certainly true. In the past few days where there have been all kinds of commotions, there's a chance this could be one more version of that. Sunday could almost even believe it if it wasn't for those around also pausing to listen, for if it was something commonplace then it seems unlikely to garner any reaction at all.

It would be reasonable to keep a distance. To stay here or close enough to it where the risks are mostly known would be a good choice. And yet - Sunday finds that as he's opening his mouth to suggest otherwise, the man next to him is already voicing the same thought aloud. He nods then, absently smoothing a hand down the front of his coat. ]


I'll go with you. There is a chance I may be of some aid.

[ Granted, the aid he can provided is... limited. Sunday opts not to say as much. He's never been one to simply stand and wait unless it was a situation where patience was all but demanded since that's another story. But this? This is the sort of thing which rather insists on the opposite in the form of action. Sunday closes his eyes for a moment and focuses - on what, he doesn't share - but whoever it is that's in distress is not near enough for him to sense anything, nor are there any signs of which direction to go emanating from them.

But there is the remnant of sound, and the echoes are something he can find. How fortunate that he's done so in recent memory on his way out of where he'd called home for some practice even if it was of a rather bitter variety. ]


This way, [ he says as he opens his eyes and then nods towards the end of the street that's in more shadows than where they're standing. ] I believe they were over there somewhere.
carmesi: <user name="berks"> ❤ 𝑑𝑛𝑡. (pic#17848166)

[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-17 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
( wanda knows exactly what he meant, but she was trying not to answer that—not to bring attention to that. she knows what this classifies her as, in the eyes of others, and while it would not be her first stint in jail (it wasn't unusual, in sokovia, through her teenage years to be caught up in some trouble or another).

but this one time really stings.

well, since he's already breached the subject— )


Beats being locked up.

( it comes up unprompted, and even wanda is surprised at her own honesty in those words. she shrugs her shoulders, and looks at him, his wordless offer for help, and just lets go of the handlebars, keeping the bike upright by keeping her feet on the ground for balance. )

Okay.
carcajous: (039)

apartments; semi-wildcard.

[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-17 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ The same pounding gets Logan on his feet—and he can sorta tell it's not a person, not an animal, but a thing. A distant mechanical whir that he picks up on when he opens the door. It fades down the hall to the left before another distant thump.

He gives the lady across the way a brief glance before he disappears down that direction. When he returns, he's got an ancient, clunky Roomba-looking thing in his hands.

Mystery solved. Well. One mystery, anyway. Pretty sure this place is just full of weird knocks all the damn time. He wiggles the gently whirring disc in his hands at the woman. ]


This yours?

[ Probably not, but if she wants to claim it, all the better. God knows he's not gonna have any use for it. Though now that he's got a glimpse inside her room, he's seeing just how pitch black it is. Not even a candle, huh? He's at least got one lit, which he scrounged up from the back of somebody's (maybe) abandoned car. Even if he doesn't need the light to see, he doesn't exactly enjoy sitting in the dark between four walls. It's different, when he's out in the wilds. There are stars. This just reminds him a little too much of a boxed up lab cage. ]
argumentiste: (03)

[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-17 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Unfortunately for Logan the driver of the car (Alisaie) and its passenger (Alphinuad) don't hear his question. Nor do they see him from the smoke billowing from the hood of their (read: Alphinaud's) busted up van.

Why you may ask? Because Alisaie currently has her dear brother by his lapels and is shaking him in both outrage and panic from across the driver's console. ]


Why did you tell me to take that turn if there was something clearly in the middle of the road? The concussion didn't make you blind! Now we've killed someone! Or something!

[ It doesn't even matter that the engine is still kind of running. She doesn't have to be overly familiar with cars to know that they definitely aren't going anywhere. ]
yeahmagnets: (not cool 3)

[personal profile] yeahmagnets 2025-05-17 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jesse finishes tightening the last strap, testing the tension with a tug before leaning back slightly on his haunches. The quiet clink of the ratchet echoes inside the empty van like punctuation. Wanda’s voice cuts through the moment. He notices her accent, but can't place where it's from. Geography was never really his strong-suit. “Wanda.” It lands softer than he expects. He nods once, almost like he’s trying it on. ]

Wanda. A’ight. Don't think I've met a Wanda before. Knew a Wendy back home, though. And yeah, don't wanna end up in more debt, right? Those guys charge for everything.

[ He hops down from the back with a soft grunt, the van’s suspension creaking behind him as it adjusts. His hoodie’s riding up at the hem, and he tugs it down with one hand before reaching for the van door. He doesn’t close it yet, just rests his hand there for a second, considering her thanks. The breeze kicks up dust. There’s a little silence, but not the bad kind. He meets her eyes. ]

Yeah, sure. No biggie. [ Jesse shrugs casually, like this is just something you do; help someone who looks like they’ve hit the same kind of wall you’ve been slammed into too many times to count. ] People act like kindness costs ‘em something. Me? I figure if someone’s already bleeding, you don’t gotta twist the knife.

[ His tone isn’t preachy. It’s raw honesty, worn loose like everything else he wears. He waits for Wanda to hop down before he closes the doors one at a time, slapping the door for good measure, like that does something. He walks back around to the driver's side and climbs in again, settling and waiting for her to follow suit so they can hit the road. ]
markofkaine: (kaine kaine)

[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-17 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[...Clearly, Kaine was right. This tiny loser was not fit to drive a vehicle. Who thought it was a good idea to put him behind the wheel?

Looking unimpressed by this meager attempt to... uh, intimidate him? Or maybe lash out? His lip curls into a sneer, feeling none too charitable about babying this-- baby.

(He was vulnerable, a small part of his mind registered. Kaine hated seeing it. Weakness. Like the countenance of a child in a fully grown body... ugly emotions stirred inside that he immediately tried to shove back into the darkness.)

He turned to his old friend derision instead.]


Seriously? That's all you have t'say for yourself?
nadine_he_loves: (questioning)

[personal profile] nadine_he_loves 2025-05-17 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
"I do think. If I was looking for somebody in this city, I'd look in a place like this."

Or abandoned parking lots, considering how many people lived out of their vehicle. She'd done it herself, before breaking down and renting a room for a little while.

But it's obvious he's looking for reassurance. Maybe her original estimate had been too high, it's hard to tell in the dark. He seems younger than she'd first guessed.

"Uh...not too long. A couple of weeks. Still settling in, I guess. And I've only been here in the motel for a few days." She pauses, glancing around them once before continuing. She can't help herself. He's either a teen or a young adult who is not used to being away from home. Normally she wouldn't care how her neighbors were weathering something like this, but he's basically just a kid. A worried kid.

"Do you want to come in, until the lights come back on? We'll be able to hear if anyone tries to break in, your room's just across the way."
flyoctofly: ([12])

[personal profile] flyoctofly 2025-05-17 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
How does he even tell how old humans are supposed to be anyway? The ones he's seen range so wildly in height the fact that the person in the doorway is as short as he is doesn't tell him much. Plus their eyes are so small proportional to their faces, it makes them all look older than they probably are.

He's guessing this one is a...teen?

"...Hey."

Eight has dealt with a lot of strangers today and he just doesn't have the social confidence of the squids he knows. The first time he had to bunk with someone he'd just met, he didn't speak their language at all. His Captain had done the talking for him them.

He wishes he could remember what he said to make it happen.

"Uh...I thought it might be better to buddy up with the blackouts. I keep hearing noises that...I mean, I don't know if it's safe to be alone tonight so..."

He...might be blowing this.
avo: (oo9)

●●● the blocks - power outage ;

[personal profile] avo 2025-05-17 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Matt has been holing up in one of the harder-to-rent rooms, with (usually) bright red neon signage streaming fluorescent light in through the windows at all hours of the day and night. A problem for most, sure, but nothing to a guy who can't technically see. It's reminiscent of his place back in Hell's Kitchen so it's almost nostalgic, even if the furniture here is run down and the sheets are questionable, and the door's just about as flimsy as a board of drywall. That said, the rent matches the level of hospitality offered.

And just like home, the sound of sirens and screams are not uncommon.

He's mostly minding his own business now, charting a way to gain some answers about this place when he hears the rush of a heavy tread of boots against the floor down the hall — just before it's followed by a scream. He's out the door in an instant, maybe a little too quick, too focused for a regular guy in shitty clothes completely caught unawares by the dangerous commotion, when he notices you have emerged from your room too. ]


Quick — find a place to hide.

[ — he says, as he directly makes his way towards the sound of said scream. ]
punctually: (i'm completely serious and also drunk)

[personal profile] punctually 2025-05-17 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ he is, thankfully, ignorant to her stereotyping of people in ice cream trucks, or he'd probably have something to say to that. he has something to say to what she actually says too, but it gets cut off when she loses her grip on the bike.

he's at her side before she hits the ground, the open door of the truck the only indication he'd moved at all rather than just appearing next to her. there's genuine concern on his face, his arm a steady brace across her back to keep her upright.
]

Sorry, [ he says, in case she doesn't take kindly to being touched. there's a flash of a memory, there and gone again — his sister riding a bicycle for the first time in their front yard; peter catching her just before she toppled over into the street. ] You okay?
carmesi: <user name="berks"> (Default)

[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-17 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
( ultimately, wanda doesn't care that she's 'trespassing' by going inside with him, too, but seeing him topple over as he goes inside on his own feet doesn't leave her room to stop and think about whether she should or shouldn't do this. the temptation to use her powers to keep him from landing on his hands and knees is there, but she restrains herself.

she helps him up, the door eventually closing on its own. )


Why did you even accept doing this kind of job anyway?

( a grumbled complaint, as she searches near the back of his head for — the zipper, which she pulls down after straightening the material enough to do so. )
badassassin: (pic#13271246)

[personal profile] badassassin 2025-05-17 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
She is, in fact, very angry, though he is giving off the impression of being so feeble that it's difficult for her to keep directing her rage at him specifically.

Instead, she turns halfway to glare in the direction they've both come from, the Scrapyard that's about an hour back down the desolate road. "I can't believe how idiotic this place is."

Hands on her hips, she turns back to him. She's still pissed off, but at least she doesn't look like she's going to pull him out the window and stomp him into the asphalt anymore.

"Is this the first time you drove? Ever?"
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-17 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
I'm trying to imagine how well you took to driving, actually.

[He'll be honest, coming to lean in the doorway with arms crossed.]
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[personal profile] badassassin 2025-05-17 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Athena is not particularly adept at mopping, her method looking more like stabbing at the ground than anything actually effective, but she's holding onto the mop handle like it'll have to be pried from her cold, dead hands anyway.

She glances up with a very unimpressed expression. "I guess you couldn't make it worse."

She goes back to ineffectively jabbing the floor, then grimaces and looks at him again. "Sorry. I'm Athena. Thank you."
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[personal profile] nadine_he_loves 2025-05-17 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Uh...Probably a little bit of both.

[Nadine shrugs. She is sick of the quiet, and the darkness. They're the antithesis of civilization, and there's only so much civilization around here in the first place.

But there's fear, too. She can't afford to be without it, alone and vulnerable as she is. Whatever protections she'd enjoyed back home are very, very absent here. It's a mixed blessing.]


Guess I'm more of the keep quiet and hope it passes by kind of girl.

[Someone is always planning something stupid somewhere. It's the sad nature of humanity. And when the rules start breaking down, and society is more of a suggestion than an enforced law...well, things can get real stupid real fast.

But hey, if someone came looking for targets other than a vending machine, he can probably handle it. He seems capable.]
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-17 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
If that is the term they're using for ending up here when you're not originally from wherever here is, then yes.

[Sitting does not seem to be taken under consideration. Very well. Alucard looks up, then realizes he has yet to really look at the skies themselves. His eyes go up and...

...nothing is familiar.]


I can't say I am enjoying the novelty of it.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-17 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
( she glances at him again, pokes a little bit through his thoughts, at what is making him furrow his brows like that, bear on such a serious expression. she isn't very fond of the inkling of thoughts that she's starting to gather, so wanda draws back rather quickly.

her expression grows even more somber.

genuinely? she doesn't want to know. )


It's kind of nice.

( she admits, blunt honesty, because wanda's never cut corners regarding what she means with her words. )

Being away from all of that.

( in the meantime, she will consider him, see where he's at when she says that. )
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power outage

[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-17 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ A blackout was annoying and an opportunity, especially for a restless hunter. She's heard rumors cosmic residue and and other specimens from the diffusion zones may fetch some nice joolies and it might be the first or second thought she has (or just a semi-desperate hope) that this blackout may be the result of some creature, and consequently can be proactively dealt with. She can't rule it out without investigating and she sure as hell doesn't feel inclined to sleep like this, passively waiting for the dark to stay.

She pads out into the dark hallway, leather bomber jacket over her zero suit. Her timing is probably not too far off from Kaine's, such that she's drawn to the curious sounds of something sticky coming from the door down the hall. Could it be the culprit? Some night-preferring creature trying check in to this awful motel by its own means? She stops close to the door and listens, casting a shadow over it, debating she isn't hearing something more human behind there.

She grabs the doorknob and slowly turns, testing it.
]
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[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-05-17 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
There hadn't been anything in the middle of the road, it was very nearly a wasteland!

[ Well, this whole place is more or less a wasteland, but that's besides the point. He's allowing himself to be shaken by his twin sister because this wouldn't be the first time, nor the last she's done this, and sometimes it's just better to let her vent her frustrations out. Even if it is on him.

He does huff a breath, though, heart pounding and the colour drained from his already very pale complexion. ]


Besides which, you too have eyes with which to see, Alisaie. Did you not notice the mass ahead?

[ He shifts to pull himself away, reaching for the door. ]

We ought to check on whoever or whatever it is. Perhaps it's not too late.

[ He has his book with him, after all. ]
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-17 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[[With the closest thing to an expletive out of his system, An Zhe didn't have anything else to rebuke him with. He really didn't have anything to say.]]

Yes.

[[A beat. A frown.]]

... Thank you for... [[Wait hang on, uhhhh]] ... Picking me up?
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[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-17 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ The twins are having a bit of a rough go of things. In the first six hours of their first day she and her brother had run over a man, thought they'd killed him, totalled Alphinaud's car, and then had her own stolen - but things were looking up! They had found her car, or really, it was theirs now, she supposed, and were stumbling their way through trying sort out this very strange life experience they had never had to contend with: debt.

And what better way to expunge debt than by partaking in something she had also never had to consider: getting a job. ]


I thought so too.

[ She's munching on her own dumpling thoughtfully though with her hand in front of her mouth as she speaks. You can take the little lady out of Sharlayan but you can't remove the years of etiquette lessons it seems. ]

But on the other hand, I suppose it's to the favour of anyone who just arrived. If we took it and cared enough to find out, maybe working there would help us figure out why that is.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-17 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
( he likes to talk, it seems, about a lot of nothing. never met a wanda, a wendy he knew, yeah being in more debt sucks. it is perhaps nicer than the silence, she decides, especially because him being the first person she admits her name to, in this world, and zero recognition has flashed through his eyes.

thank god for that.

wanda watches him moving about, and ultimately stands again when he's all ready to close the van. in the meantime, she lingers on his words, how kindness doesn't cost him a thing, and when he walks back to the driver's side, she takes a deep breath—and exhales. it's... oddly comforting.

she hasn't even admitted to anything about herself other than her name, and he's not demanding answers, doesn't seem to expect anything, but maybe some company for the haul to the city. )


You — didn't tell me your name.

( is that she says, pausing as she climbs up on the other side of the van. she reaches for the seatbelt, but find it hanging loose. hopefully he's pretty okay at driving? )

Is it... 'David'?

( look! she's trying at a bit of humor, but nothing will beat 'speed racer'. classic. she frowns at how bad that was, looking out the window to spare herself the embarrassment. )
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this is absolutely perfect!!

[personal profile] catharses 2025-05-17 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's been driving enough now that Sunday (mistakenly, very mistakenly) believes he's getting the hang of things. When a parking spot opens it's a small miracle he won't have to go around the block again or look for a further one, and he waits for the car to pull out before maneuvering into where it was. That was the intent. It all goes downhill from there with that rather loud crunch.

Because: that notion of being adept at this was shattered rather immediately as Sunday stares at the scene before him with his own hands still gripping the steering wheel tightly. The steering wheel of his own car which he just ran into another car while also trying to park. Whose idea was it to put the brake pedal right next to the accelerator, anyway? Seems like a poor design just asking for trouble.

Like this, because with a deep sigh he puts the car in park - then double checks it's actually parked so it doesn't start rolling away somewhere, a thing which he might've also experienced on the way to Panorama - and gets out to survey the damage. Just in time to catch the other man's response, something which gives him pause and halts whatever he was about to say (probably not an apology). ]


Is it better than the noise made it sound?

[ An important question, mostly so he can gauge what it is to say next based on the answer. ]