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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.
nerine: (You don't make lemonade)

[personal profile] nerine 2025-05-17 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Let's find you a seat then. I'll grab some water from the cooler.

[Before she can start towards the lobby area, she stops when he introduces himself as a cardinal. Now that she remembers as being important and from long ago, remembers what the nuns said to call them. Now he's asking for her name now and while she almost replies with her usual moniker it almost feels... Childish.

Everyone calls her Monts, but it's not that normal as casually she plays it off. Her good Christian name it is.
]

Marianna. Marianna Medina.

[The poor man probably needs all the normal he can get.]

Follow me, Cardinal Lawerence.
diplomatiste: (08)

[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-05-17 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ It takes just about everything in him not to screech aloud in an undoubtedly embarrassing manner and join his sister, but he does let out an undignified yelp and an echoed: ]

By the Twelve!

[ And before Alphinaud can even think to do anything else, his sister is sending forth an attack on the man who was supposed to be dead but isn't dead, which can really only mean one of two things: he's either an Ascian — ]

— or a primal.

[ Alphinaud's voice is low and almost a little unsteady as he immediately grasps to clutch at his chest, now more shocked and afraid than ever. Is this world also not safe from the clutches of their enemies?

To Logan, Alphinaud puts on a stern face and speaks with as much authority (and bravery) as he can muster. He thinks of the Warrior of Light and what they might do.

(Well. They would probably do what Alisaie had just done.) ]


Who are you, then?
punctually: he needs a miracle (he doesn't need a wingman)

[personal profile] punctually 2025-05-17 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ peter's first impression is that the guy looks a little out of place in the supermarket, like this place is too... cheap for him, or something. no offense to alphinaud, of course, he's just getting a lot of rich boy vibes from him. his speech doesn't help beat the allegations either.

peter assumes he's another new arrival much like he is. he's very clearly not from new york; he talks like charles, though, so... maybe?
]

Yeah, sure. [ anyway, he'll never say no to sweets. he picks one out of the box and unwraps it right there in the aisle. he's pretending to work, it's fine. ] Try it first. I'll take the rest if you don't like it.
primepool: ([la] 115)

it's true, I can't

[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-17 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Look, he was only going on guesses by the shadows passing by the window being a hero, but honestly? It'd be equally as fun if someone wanted to watch him drown, too. And he'd be happy to oblige! What else was there to do for fun around here? (Okay, maybe he's gotta keep those egg Post Its dry, though --)

But that hey? You think he hasn't been hearing twenty years of that hey? He knows exactly who that is. Undeniable. Of course that fucker's here with him.

There's two decisions in his mental droplist:

1. He goes, hey, Logan, it's me! Your bestie! Your favourite roommate who isn't blind! And they have a cool, dramatic reunion, even though they're rehashing at least the cinematic ending of their last movie.

Or,

2. He pretends to drown harder.

Yeah, that's the one he's going for. Hell, it's barely even a choice! Wade wades through the water until he's pressed up to the glass of the window, banging on it as he "struggles" with the rising water. And honestly, some of it does get in his mouth and he starts choking a little, which helps, what with the coughing and the holding his throat and half yelling a "help!" which dies at the end.

Look, if you're gonna fool the theatre kid, you gotta go hard.]
longtooth: (006)

[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-17 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ With how crowded the store is, Fern hadn't given the person she was speaking to much of a glance until she receives a response, causing her to tilt her head up and find herself face-to-face with...

An aarakocra?

It's unexpected, given that she hasn't exactly run into any elves, halflings, or other common races of Faerûn here. On top of that, there hadn't been any aarakocra in Barovia as far as she was aware, and so she's stunned into silence for a few seconds. ]


... Never mind.

[ He's surprisingly friendly, at least as a first impression. Fern decides not to question that, instead gesturing past her. ]

Let's speak outside. Follow me.

[ And with that she turns on her heel, still balancing all of those paper cups somehow. Hopefully she can find a way through without bumping into someone in the process. ]
crashlikeaduck: (Not pony tales)

Re: Panorama

[personal profile] crashlikeaduck 2025-05-17 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Glad you asked person I probably haven't spoken to before but cannot be sure of in the dark.

[As he says this, the large man starts walking towards Jack with confidence. Not because he can see in the dark or any preternatural abilities, but he seems unbothered by any arm smacking or toe stubbing over items as he makes his way to his destination.]

"The Junior Woodchucks are a part of a tradition of Woodchuck excellence, like legendary explorer Isabella Finch. Point to paintings..."

[From the stilted delivery, and the accidental stage direction readings, you can tell he was reciting from some previous notecards. However, as soon as he gestures and hits a nearby wall, he shakes his hand free and begins speaking a little more off the cuff.]

Ow. I'm a scoutmaster for one of the local groups, in charge of the Junior Junior Woodchucks, Junior Woodchucks, Senior Junior Woodchucks, but not Senior Woodchucks because that's a really high level. Waaay above mine. You have to climb a mountain to get one of those.
argumentiste: (09)

free samples

[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-17 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Stealing is one of those things that Alisaie would consider only if things were truly dire and of absolute necessity. And to be fair, she can understand why. The cards have been stacked against any recently arrived fluxdrifts what with their incurred debt, and resources are scarce. It is, for all intent purposes, rather bleak.

But there were at least ways for them to circumvent the debt. Jobs, for one. Which she has, even if it's temporary. And kind of awful even if the task she's been assigned is simple in its nature. No one told her that customer service was going to feel like she was a piece of meat being prodded and poked at by a bunch of gulls.

To say she's looking a little haggard and glassy-eyed is an understatement. But she's not so out of it that she doesn't see the young woman striding towards her with an armful of free samples very similar to the ones she's holding. She's not stealing, right? Those definitely are free and not actual product. But also, didn't it say in the employee handbook that they weren't responsible for chasing down would-be thieves? By the time Fern is front of her she's looking at her with a similar look and offers a flat response in reply. ]


...You know if you're hungry or want more you need only ask. You don't have to look so criminal or guilty about it. Then people are going to think you've really done something wrong.
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iii

[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-17 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Investigation turned into watery death trap—wouldn't be the first time this happened to Samus. If she had her Power Suit she'd shrug and carry on, no worry for breathing. Now trying instinctively trying to summon it is met with a raw absence, and so a much more desperate imperative to get what she came here for and get out. She sloshes through the room quickly stuffing the pockets and zippers of her jacket with whatever she can grab. She looks up, spots an air vent. She gets on top of a desk and leaps for it, fingers latching on with profound strength. She plants her feet on the wall and pulls, but the moment she rips it off she hears the rush of water. She's pushed back violently, splashing in the waist-high water and rag-dolling over desks.

She surfaces and shakes her hair away from her face, swears under her breath. Somehow the computers still seemed functioning despite the deluge water, so she turns her attention there, holding her breath and submerging in spurts, fumbling on keyboards and rifling through desk drawers. Papers and notes and binders start floating.

She gets distracted with a clipboard, her eyes catching on to phrases like E.M.M.I. and Ferenia. It's not fear that drives her into distraction as much as befuddled rage. Exelion technology? Here? Why? How? Before she has much of a chance to get further distracted she feels the presence of something—sees the silhouette of something very tall and very E.M.M.I. shaped behind her.

For a moment the person inside the glass room freezes, but then her brow furrows and she sloshes right up to the window very defiantly. If it is an E.M.M.I. she's almost glad for it; it'll waste no time trying to break the glass in efforts to kill her. Then she could get out. And destroy it.

Her defiance becomes confusion again when she sees this is... something entirely else, hand pressed to the glass. If he can read her lips she mouths "lum-i-noth" to herself and makes a face, as if chastising herself.

The water is up to her chest. She refocuses. Maybe it'll help and not hinder. She points to the large bold text on the computer outside the room: Quarantine in progress. Release code required for exit. Does it understand?
]
thetruefocus: (052)

GAMBIT! Power Outage

[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-17 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Charles hasn't been there long, just long enough to hate this place deeply. It's nothing the world has necessarily done, it's mostly that everyone is so bloody loud all the time, and he's never been surrounded by so many people and voices like this before. The first day he had to simply crash and stay there while he got his sanity back. The power being on was one of the few good parts, until it went out and all he could do was sigh in acceptance of the situation.

He is in his wheelchair coming back to the dark motel with a lap full of food samples from the store. He hasn't quite figured out what to do about money yet so free food has been his option, and he gathered what he could to get him through one more night here. Dark hair is long and straggly, his beard unkempt, and there is blood on his collar that he hasn't been able to fully clean off yet. He has yet to meet up with any of his X-Men at this point, so he's still in a bad, exhausted place. ]


Perceptive.

[ He replies dryly to Remy's commentary about the darkness. It's not as if he wants to be out there, especially given he has already had to shoo multiple people away from him on the streets with his mind. Too many mischief makers. It's the last thing he wants to do, but the choice isn't up to him every time.

He doesn't not resemble Cassandra Nova. Someone looking closely for it could see it.]


And why are you out for a stroll?
crashlikeaduck: (pic#17852022)

Re: scrapyard

[personal profile] crashlikeaduck 2025-05-17 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Launchpad manages to crawl and scuttle his way out of the car's window, since the door has become slightly unhinged.]

Thank you for the applause! Not everyone appreciates a one and a half flip crash like that, young ladies. Or ladies? I'll count you later when my eyes adjust.

[Standing up then clapping his hands free of dust he squints at Julie, looking at her through one eye then another before nodding and giving a welcoming smile.]

Just one! Alright, that makes it easier. What's your crashing experience like? I don't want to give you advice that would result in a less than optimal crash.
Edited 2025-05-17 02:39 (UTC)
littlemushroom: (089)

[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-17 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
The lad had gone instantly still the moment he'd been snatched, round eyes looking up to meet the chill sweeping over him. For just a moment, it felt like An Zhe was somewhere else. A gate, a gun leveled at his head, a piercing gaze that was looking straight through him and seeing more than they had ever asked for. That was an achingly familiar gaze, but it was not the right one. It was a pretty blue, though.

His noodle of an arm was easily manipulated with no fight whatsoever, not that Samus would have needed to put in that much effort even if An Zhe had resisted. The vendor was watching them with slightly raised brows, and An Zhe went ahead and nodded along. Two cheeses, please.

Deciding that whatever was happening here was not in their pay grade, the vendor deposited two cups into An Zhe's open palm.

"Thank you," An Zhe said. To the vendor, for the cheese. And to Samus, for not breaking his wrist just yet. Thanks.
markofkaine: (the fuck is this)

Re: power outage

[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-17 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[The door sticks, as if there’s something on the other side gluing it closed. If she puts some more muscle behind the push, she’d be able to tell there’s a degree of elasticity to it, like some kind of stringy glue with remarkable tensile strength. Definitely not the kind of thing that comes from a human.

Hearing the door creak open, Kaine stirs. He sits up from the bed, not yet decided whether to prepare for a violent intruder or to simply just be pissy about someone who might just be lost.

Though pissy is just his default state. Growls out,]


Piss off! Room’s taken!
Edited 2025-05-17 02:44 (UTC)
carmesi: <user name="sways"> (pic#17847962)

[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-17 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
( wanda is working the register in this particular supermarket, just around the corner of the motel she is staying in, and while she did see a posting for cleaning duty... she obstinately ignored it and nabbed the last listing for the cash register job.

'i'm good with numbers', she had half lied, and the job was hers. it's her first week in, and she's done very minimal... socializing.

she's due her break, and walks past aisle three, only to find a — situation. )


It's—

( wanda frowns, just standing there, because this really is a big mess, and she doesn't think the mop this guy (shades? inside?) is using is going to survive it. she offers unsolicited advice, free of charge: )

Why wouldn't you just scoop it?
crashlikeaduck: (Or cotton tales)

Re: flat tire

[personal profile] crashlikeaduck 2025-05-17 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Oh no, I've gotten really good at telling the difference between concussive hallucinations and what's really happening. It comes with experience! So don't feel too bad that your first crash isn't all you hoped for, okay? You don't need to wish for head injuries the first time.

[He sounds so completely sincere that even the most mistrustful person might come to the same conclusion: this guy is a gullible goober who will absolutely miss sarcasm even if he was flying a plane currently flaming out over said "chasm" and wave all the way down.

Launchpad then smiles and pulls out one of the pool rings, it's a swan face and it looks like it's judging both of them with a wrinkly deflated grimace.
]

So this is great! We can either inflate these and use them as a temporary tire for your car, or we can use them to hitch yours to mine and I can tow you into the nearest town! It's only supposed to be two hours or less of a drive.
longtooth: (004)

[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-17 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fern isn't expecting anyone to pay her mind. She's been given medical treatment and this "motorcycle" and sent on her way. There's little reason that anyone would bother with a shifter beyond that, and she's used to working this sort of thing out on her own.

(In truth, it's been some time since she was truly alone like this. She's feeling the prickling sting of not having those familiar presences at her side. But she's shoved her worry for them aside for now, as best she can.)

Her head snaps up at the voice and she takes a moment to study the woman. Her pale skin might have given Fern pause if it weren't for the fact that the sun is out.

As her gaze shifts back down to the motorcycle she's currently perched on (somewhat awkwardly), she allows herself a small sigh. ]


Would that it were a steed. [ Then she would have some idea of how to handle it. ] There is nothing like this where I'm from.

[ As much as she would rather not admit to that, there is no sense in denying it either. She doesn't seem to be the only one who's ended up here unexpectedly. Assuming any of this is truly real to begin with; she isn't convinced of that, just yet. ]
pagings: (xeMMED4)

[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-17 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not a cop.

[ she says, flatly, glancing back around the room before her eyes are back on him. karen doesn't put the gun away just yet, either. even as he relaxes, she's not ready yet to let her guard down fully.

the honesty in his answer, though, catches her. her brow creases a little, unsure how to handle the equally flat response. ]
And you're stealing bags of coffee?

[ if she had been here any longer, once she's been here for longer, she'll realize just how valuable that coffee is. but for now? for now it feels just a little out there. ]

I'm looking for food. Just- haven't eaten yet. I thought there might be something left.
crashlikeaduck: (Who-ooo)

[personal profile] crashlikeaduck 2025-05-17 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
No problem-o. But did you want any cheese before we go—oohkay!

[He follows dutifully as she leaves, trying to eat his juggled samples along the way. Maybe his gallumping frame makes it more noticeable that they're in the store, but he also seems to be keeping others at a distance. Almost as if they realize he's a walking hazard of wings and toothpicks.]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-17 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
( this is, probably, one of the better things that could be happening to her, truth be told. without her contrarian attitude blocking her from moving forward, it definitely makes things easier.

they are a good fifteen-or-so minutes underway when wanda starts becoming cognizant again, recognizing the bump of wheels on a road, the smooth swerve between lanes, and air blowing through an open window. she blinks her eyes open, glances about herself, and slowly starts to piece together where she's at.

seatbelt, on.

a jacket, keeping her warm.

ugh, she's feeling a little nauseous, and definitely starting to feel hungry now, face pale.

turning her head to the side, she notices the guy from earlier, driving, probably mouthing something towards her. wanda makes a face at him and looks away; she's too tired for this. )


—stop the car—

( yeah right )
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wildcard

[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-17 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Panorama is a city on a scale that Fern can hardly believe; she wouldn't be surprised if it's ten times more populated than Baldur's Gate. It's frankly overwhelming, but it also means that she can maintain anonymity decently well, which comes as some sort of comfort. In Barovia, it was difficult to go much of anywhere without earning someone's attention.

And yet even though she makes every effort now to simply go about her business, head down and radiating an aura that she should not be bothered, some people don't take that hint.

A man calls out to her, addresses her as lady in an accent she does not know, and begins to point at a small black device in his hand. He calls it a "phone" and says that if she's new around here, she's "absolutely gotta have one."

She tries to ignore him, not wanting to be scammed in wasting money she doesn't have on a useless product. He circles around to cut off her path forward, insisting that he's got a great deal for her and she'll regret going without one of these... things.

Unamused, she shoots a glare down at the phone.

In the meantime, the salesman calls out to the next person who walks by — a blue-haired woman.

"Come on, you tell her! It's basically a requirement to have a phone here in Panorama, am I right?" ]
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[personal profile] evendeathmaydie 2025-05-17 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Apparently, Gwen isn't the only newcomer to have the idea of grabbing up a convenient minimum wage job in the Pavillion district to make cash. It hadn't taken Keni long after getting to the city to fumble their way into handing out samples for the dumpling shop.]

Just normal regular cheese? That's really sellin' it!

[Keni really shouldn't talk shit, given that, for most of the day, they hadn't been able to make themselves say shit. Up until about an hour ago, all they'd been doing to draw people in was chipperly wave over anyone who showed the slightest interest, then silently hold out dumpling samples, and hope those would motivate people to go in the restaurant. It had...mixed results.

But still, here they are, being a smart ass and giving their fellow sample shiller a light ribbing with a tired but slightly mischievous grin.
]

What kind of regular cheese? American cheese? Cheddar cheese? Goat Cheese? Gouda?
righteously: (⁸ I sᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʙʟɪɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴ)

shut up and drive;

[personal profile] righteously 2025-05-17 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
( The answer comes from two doors down, and it's a little something like this:

An opening door. Scooching metal on laminate flooring. A kerplunk. A clang, a stumble, and then a very familiar voice cursing:
)

God damn it- son of a bitch, what the hell-

( Not everyone has stellar night vision, as it turns out. One familiar, blind as a bat, flannel-clad man has stepped directly into a mop bucket and took a one way trip to the ground, the leg of his pants soaked, palms scuffed, pure annoyance radiating through every ounce of him. )

What kinda jackass just leaves that in front of somebody's god damn door-

( Anyway, the thing is, he heard a voice, but it was a little too muffled for him to pinpoint the source. Only that it sounded an awful lot like- like maybe somebody he's been looking for...

In his haste to scramble out of his room, here we are.
)
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[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-17 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Seriously, bro? You're gonna pass right by him? On purpose? What is it, the legs? Not an appreciator of the power legs power hour? Wade's not over here standing on toothpicks; you know how hard these thighs were to get?

Now, Wade could let this injustice stand. But honestly, even he's gotten tired of being thrown into a place he didn't even infiltrate the TVA to get into. And the sand. And the -- the flat tire of it all.

Wade shoves his pants back on, getting a running start when he hears the engine growl with the accelerator, clapping his hands together.]
Geronimo, motherfucker!

[He throws his entire body at the passing windshield, splatting against it like a oiled-up seagull. He bangs on the window.] You really gonna drive right by a cancer survivor, buddy? You monster!
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[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-17 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Can’t… stop himself. Must… bitch out a complete stranger. He points an accusatory finger at the kid, irrationally annoyed! Because he doesn’t care! At all!]

And what would you have done if I had’t come along, huh?! Your dumb ass would’ve been shit outta luck, stuck with a tipped over hunk of junk and no way t’get anywhere!!
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[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-05-17 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Look. Say what you will about them, but there's something about city ambiance that's hard to beat. Jason was born and bred in Gotham, and he spent a lot of time away, recently. But there's something about it he really can't escape. Even this place can't really hold a candle.

Neither here nor there, though. Not tonight.
]

Seriously?

[So much for the classics. He cants his head a bit, studying the guy for a bemused little beat before landing his attention on the phone Jack is holding. Different model. Lets see.

He knocks his knuckles against the ledge next to him. Little bit of an offer, if Jack wants to risk a sit on the edge. He's not exactly looking for company, but he's plenty new in town, and apparently his current business isn't pressing enough to take the whole of his attention. (Hence: Snake.) Doesn't hurt to make friends while he's biding his time.
]

Pop a squat, big guy. Lemmie see what you're working with.

[He even holds a hand out for Jack's phone, fluttering his fingers a little in expectation. An implied offer to have a look, examine his idle entertainment options. Of course, that'd be a real great way to get your phone disappeared in certain necks of certain woods. These ones, even. (Nowhere to go from here but down, sure. Not an issue for everyone, though. Current company included.) So Jason's not exactly gonna begrudge the guy for opting to hold on to it, instead.]
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-17 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ If Fern knew that he mistook her for an elf, she might resent the implication—

As things stand, the stranger still gives her plenty to resent. When she realizes that his sharp words are directed at her, her gaze snaps over. The crude language she barely reacts to, but the ire and judgment feels unnecessary in these circumstances. ]


It was what they offered me.

[ She truly had considered simply walking, but the way the masked man's voice had shifted when he'd spoken of the dangers of "the Fringes" had given her pause. Now she's wondering if she should have simply tried her luck.

(No, shifters don't rely on things such as luck; only their own ability.) ]


I have little idea how to operate one of those, either. [ She nods toward one of the nearby cars. So really, what difference does it make? ]