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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] sodark 2025-05-17 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cable's response is his answer, he looks in the same direction and frowns deeply. He makes sort of an affirmative grunt and steps past her.]

Go back to your room. [Such a gentleman, especially emphasised by the gruffness of his voice. He unholsters his gun, starting to tread down the hall towards the sound.]
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[personal profile] valle 2025-05-17 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
( And Remy be the sketchiest of them all, non?— Her lips twitch up a little more, blossoming from a smirk to a smile proper, belying her amusement in a way she doesn't normally let herself do. It's just been really, really strange here, and she's been on her own. Historically, not her favorite thing. She prefers to have a group of people she can trust, and even just having one person here like that makes things feel immediately easier.

They can navigate strange. They've been navigating strange together since they met. It's the doing it entirely by herself part that's been hard.

And yeah, maybe she's missed him in particular. She's never had a brother, but she imagines if she ever did, it would feel a little like this. He reminds her of Rictor, sometimes — but she tries not to think about that.
)

Si. ( Debt, unfortunately, is a yes. Lapsing back into Spanish just for a word or two is absent, unintentional — something about the way he peppers in French here and there makes it almost kind of contagious. ) He gave me a jeep. It wasn't much of a choice.

( Sure, she could've survived the walk to the city, but then what? )
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[personal profile] magike 2025-05-17 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
And let you do what?

( rowena does not go back to her room, watching from the doorway as he walks away. would she stop him? it depends on what happens, honestly )
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[personal profile] tataille 2025-05-17 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Benny hums, a quiet little sound that doesn’t mean much, but lets her know he heard her.

He doesn’t step closer, doesn’t ask if she's afraid or worried. He doesn't need to - he ain't afraid, but then again, a blackout like this? Definitely cause for some concern no matter who you are.

(unless you're Dean, who's being loud and obnoxious and tripping over mop buckets and causing a hell of a ruckus.)

Instead of prying, he leans a little heavier on the doorframe and jerks his head toward the dead vending machine at the end of the hall, though he's not entirely sure her eyes have adjusted enough to see him yet. He can see her clear as day - pun intended. ]


Vending machine’s dead, power's out. Streetlight outside flickered once and gave up. Either the city’s takin' a nap or we’re about to meet the end of times in a damn motel.

[ His voice is rough around the edges, but not unfriendly. Mostly a little dry, like he needs a drink - which he does. Not the kind one might think, though he sure wouldn't say no to a good bourbon, either. ]

You on your own in there?

[ He doesn’t ask if she needs help, doesn’t offer a weapon or protection. Just the way she's talking, he figures she doesn't really need it. Yet, anyway. They may all need it at some point. ]
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[personal profile] vestments 2025-05-17 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
( you do it only if you have a reason for it, not for fun. that hadn't been true for him, not really — sure, it hadn't been what he'd started out as, that'd been the corps, but he'd got kicked out of that for erratic behaviour that couldn't be overlooked sat alongside an argumentative nature, one that'd seen him decking his commanding officer.

he might have managed to work for the cia for a little while after that, but he'd lasted even less time. sure, in a lot of respects, he could try and frame it as him not having many options lefts, but that wasn't what it was: he had enjoyed it. he'd enjoyed — needed — the violence. raul might have gone too far for marc by the end, but it hadn't been the first time, and marc had committed atrocities all of his own.

he didn't manage to become a war criminal by chance. didn't end up with raul by happenstance. he'd been as bloodthirsty and as low as the rest of them.

his silence, the way he meets her gaze, should be answer enough. it's a nice enough sentiment, but it's the wrong one.

he's accepted the fact that he'll never be able to make up for it, but that doesn't mean he's going to stop trying. where he owes khonshu a debt, where he has a duty to khonshu — to protect the travellers of the night — that's not all it is. )


I've been to countries like yours. ( he doesn't need to know where she's from or if she even is from earth or not to be able to make that statement, to know it's the truth. he doesn't think he needs to specify where, and given their conversation, he knows he doesn't need to specify why.

he watches her size him up — or pretend to, anyway — and though he doesn't smile, he gives her a beat before retorting with, )
I was a boxer. ( before quite abruptly— ) Your accent is like my father's. ( the slightest, vaguest of backtracking. 'I come from a dangerous country.' )
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[personal profile] widows_kiss 2025-05-17 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
No.

[ Her voice is succinct as she turns the young woman round so she can meet and hold her gaze, her own intense and fervent. Because she never wanted Wanda to think that way, never wanted her to feel that way. ]

You have never been trouble. No more than any of us. Your desire to help, to protect, to make things right, is something admirable and precious, Wanda. The world… it would have been in far more dangerous if you had never left Sokovia. You are a light it needed. Even if it didn’t always know to appreciate it.

[ Because Natasha had spent the last five years missing her, mourning her, and having way too much time to drown in regrets of all the things she should have said and done when she had the chance. ]
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[personal profile] sodark 2025-05-17 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cable stops, half-turning toward Rowena to give her an incredulous look.]

Fix it. [He says vaguely, canting his head as he tries to narrow down the source of the sound.]
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[personal profile] magike 2025-05-17 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
( she rolls her eyes, starting to follow him down the hallway. she wanted to at least know what the source of the irritation was )

And if it ends up not in that room?

( she had first heard it in his room )

There are things that can't be fixed with a gun.
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-17 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She puts a familiar amount of distance between them, not exactly skittish but wary, more. Can't blame her. There's a dry huff in reply. ]

Longer than I wanna be. [ If he could know, if he could figure out if they actually managed to fix the world, he'd care a lot less. But he's been stuck in limbo ever since. Feels like he tripped into some purgatory dimension where he's never gonna find out if anything he did fucking mattered.

Hasn't seen a Sentinel, though. Silver lining. Makes him wonder where she's from, before all this. Plain old America? More north? She sounds like just about anybody he'd meet walking through New York or something. A week's not that long, though. Little less than him, but not by much.

Wrench in one hand and the other on his hip, he eyes up the spare attached to her jeep. His bike's low maintenance. The only thing he needs to change a tire is to prop it on a couple of cinder blocks. She's gonna need a little more. ]
You got any tools back there?

[ Otherwise, he's about to borrow somebody else's jack. He'll ask nicely. ]
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-17 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jack tends to rely on his superior strength in times like these so he's not the most qualified person to help someone when that doesn't work out. Sam would know what to do though, that much he's sure about. What would Sam do? Jack frowns and sees the warning flashing, his eyebrows furrowing as he considers. He presses a hand to the door and feels the power moving through it, following the electricity that he can sense through the metal to the wall. It is a power source and he can track it.

He follows it along the wall and disappears from Benny's point of view as he leaves the room entirely to find himself at the back and the energy stops at at a panel. But there are numbers and things on it and he can't probably guess his way through it. That would take too long. The shadows start to close in on him but he doesn't notice, and he doesn't stay long enough for right now to have it fall on him.

Jack returns into view and waves again, writing down and pressing it against the window. ]


'I FOUND PANEL BUT NEED CODE. MUST BE IN THERE.'

[ The next thing he can do is try every code possible as fast as possible, but that just runs the risk of Benny drowning in the meantime. The water seems to be a problem. Jack wonders if he could drown. Probably. He can die, he's done it several times now. Then he would never be able to defeat God. For right now, this is the next step. He shrugs at Benny, this is where they'll need teamwork. ]
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-17 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The barest hint of an outline begins to emerge about her. A frame of reference. No intimate secrets have been spilled, nothing deeply meaningful — and that wouldn't be necessary anyway — but she was locked up, she woke up here like he did, she's got this bike, and now she's on her way. Seemingly.

However long she was put away, whatever she did, she's out now, and this place is big and wide and free, and going even just a mile down the road is a choice she gets to make for herself now. A choice she didn't have before. It's a lot all at once, he figures, when just a little while ago, there was only four walls around her to consider, and her choices were probably limited to what side of her cot she wanted to lay on and which wall would be the most entertaining today. ]


You aren't. [ That much is clear to him. ] You just don't know it like an old friend yet. It doesn't know you.

[ He gives a quick nod to his open-air...whatever it is. Jeep, he thinks they called it. ]

We're strangers.

[ Him and his jeep, her and her motorcycle.

Him and her, more broadly.

He leaves it at that because he's not the patronizing pep talk kind of guy. She got on the bike, she got this far. She knows the measure of herself, what she can do. Maybe that's all a little — unsteady right now. Like anything, though, like the bike itself — you stop, you hold it steady by force, and you adapt eventually. Or not. She seems like the adapting type, though. ]


But we're going the same way, I'm guessing? We can split up when we get there.

[ In truth, this is a less familiar thing to him, that is, this kind of offer. He takes care of his crew and some select few outside of that designation, he does what he needs to do. These things are instinct, they follow a general pattern. Outside of that is the unknown to him, the part of himself he's less sure of, the part he needs to lean on others for, to imagine what they'd do in this situation.

He could heft the bike into the back of his jeep, give her a ride. Or they could follow close to each other while she gets used to this thing herself. He puts the choice out there, whether she likes the idea at all or not. ]
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-17 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
And me. [ Jack says quickly, to cover up his own mistake saying 'humans' as if he's not one of them. ] I know it because I'm obviously human too!

[ That has to work. He doesn't know why it feels like lying when he does that because he is half-human, it should count a little.

With Jack's divine power radiating off him, it could set off someone who reacts to that kind of energy. He looks back at Nandor and smiles quickly and sunnily. It's warm and genuine. ]


I like your hair. It's very long.

[ Jack's quick with compliments because he knows it's a nice thing to say and he wants to be nice. The fact he says it so bluntly is where it might come off as odd. But he nods. ]

I like night shifts too. I don't sleep much.
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[personal profile] flyoctofly 2025-05-17 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"I didn't, but it's hard to see anything in this darkness."

What he would give to have flashlight. Or a candle. Or even just be bioluminescent.

"Maybe...but I don't want to take any chances. If someone means real trouble, the blackout is when they'd do it."
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-17 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I think Hell might be better than the Empty. It's very lonely.

[ Usually people aren't supposed to be awake and in a form of stasis while there, but Jack was forced back to himself by Billie so they could start working on the plan to kill Chuck. But he was glad, to see someone else there, even if it turned out Billie was using him. Jack's used to it. Pretty much everyone outside of their family (he does think of it as 'their' with Rowena) has tried to do that to him. It seems cruel that Chuck made that place for his dead children. Jack doesn't understand his grandfather. ]

I can see why you would be a good queen. You're very strong and wise. I hope they understand that down there.

[ From the first time Jack met her, he admired her skills. She was kind to forgive him his blood ties. Sam said she was the most powerful witch. What she accomplished during their retreat from the Apocalypse world and being possessed by Michael was impressive, if very tragic in the latter. Jack speeds up only a little bit, probably less than what a speed limit would be. ]

We were trying to kill Chuck finally.
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[personal profile] haemophile 2025-05-17 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Player Name: Theresa
Contact: [plurk.com profile] bloodmoney

TDM Participation: Top Level #1 | Top Level #2
RP History: Muselist. Previously at [community profile] paradisa & [community profile] exitvoid approx 1 million years ago. More recently at [community profile] futurology, [community profile] fellden, [community profile] ethyraia, [personal profile] oblivium, [community profile] pixieled.
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[personal profile] valle 2025-05-17 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
( Boy, it sure would suck to be trapped in a purgatory dimension for any length of time. Couldn't possibly relate.

The question earns him a nod — short, just one — before she steps away to round the back of the jeep. The hatch pops up, and there's a little rustling as she pries up the faux floorboard to access the pocket dimension of car-related miscellany underneath. There's the world's most basic bitch set of staples: a set of jumper cables, ratchet straps, a tire iron much shittier than what he's got, a rusty jack that looks like it may or may not give out when put to the test.

She's not sure what he needs, so she just holds the flap up for him and waits for him to inspect. Tries not to get lost in how utterly bizarre it is, having an interaction this normal. An hour ago she was second-guessing her own sense of smell, and now...
)

They came with it. I think he knew the tire was fucked before he sold it to me.

( Maybe felt bad about it, but not bad enough to bother putting on a new one? She's not sure. It just seems awfully charitable of a person to sell this stuff with the car instead of on the side for an extra buck. Unfortunately, she didn't know enough about cars to spot the issue before making the deal. Forty minutes later, the thing went flat.

She's not usually an easy mark, but this time... apparently so.

Under her breath, a soft, vaguely detached murmur:
)

Asshole.
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[personal profile] magike 2025-05-17 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( the compliment rowena appreciates even if she doubts that anyone else in hell sees it the same way. she knows the complaints that they have about her methods, removing things from them that they're used to doing (deals, especially) but she's a strategist. rowena knows that something will happen but she's prepared.

the rest of jack's words don't go without notice, though. the empty over heaven, given both parts of his soul (the things she doesn't know). but also the we )


I assume that means you also were helping? ( puzzling that out for a moment. she doubts chuck would have brought him back but she has to ask )

Who did it?
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[personal profile] vestments 2025-05-17 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
( he knows how it sounds, how it comes across, and it's not exactly that he enjoys the surprise etched in her expression, the way she looks for who and what he means, but it's useful — both in terms of the small, tiny details it gives him about her — she doesn't ask, that's interesting — and in helping to reposition, re-establish his reputation.

he only moves a touch as she walks towards him, enough to allow her to slide in next to him and press her ear to the door, but no more than that. up close, she'll find he smells of sweat — fresh, not stale — and coffee, the cheap kind, instant, probably. strong and dark and bitter, drank more out of need and habit than for taste. up close, too, it'll be easier for her to note the scar in his eyebrow, the one that says he was lucky to be left with an eye; the nose that's not quite straight, that's healed awkwardly from being broken again and again and again.

all of it, from the quiet tension through to the reminders evident on his body say that he's a fighter, rough and used to getting hit, and so it should be no surprise that his gaze lingers on her, sizes her up a touch more blatantly now she's stood next to him, now that there's not just the pale light of the moon through windows to rely on. he's taller, bigger, but he knows well enough that it's not enough, not always. with her sword, she'll have reach; with her size, she'll have speed, be more nimble.

fine. together they'll likely be a match for whoever's inside, and if it's an unfair fight? if the odds are against them? even better. he's always been at his best when he's the underdog.

but where she might think it's rash to break down the door, the same thought doesn't seem to occur to marc. he nods at her — that he'll incur more debt doesn't occur to him either, but even so: money's just money and he's a priest. what need does he have for it?

he takes a step back and doesn't say anything, just gestures with a hand as if to say 'I need you to move' before shifting his weight, fully prepared to kick down the door unless she interjects. )
krazed: (vexin(27))

the blocks: black out

[personal profile] krazed 2025-05-17 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you usually run headfirst into trouble? Because that speaks to a sense of savior complex at the expense of yourself and your own safety.

[ Harley's just passing by with an errant glance to the direction of the screams, more nosy than anything. Her genuine concern only aligns with visibility and personal reference and seeing as she has neither she's no more than a rubber necker on a highway or some parallel to that kind of looky-lou. ]

Which usually stems from low self-esteem and poor emotional health.
sawel: (043)

[personal profile] sawel 2025-05-17 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rune doesn’t imagine that this guy was taking to him specifically, but he looks just about as tired and shaken as he feels, and he could really use a moment or two of not being in his own head right now, and so he answers.]

Who the hell even knows. Technically, they really aren’t supposed to, but I guess if you get down to the basics, on some level it’s all the same.

[He straightens from where he’s been poking at one of said vehicles in question. It’s a little hard to do, all things considered, with one of his arms strapped to his chest in a sling the way the doctors had left it, and honestly, he probably looks like shit. He feels like shit, and he’s questioning whether he should honestly be driving with the drugs they’ve given him, but that’s neither here nor there.]

I take it you’ve never driven a car before.

((ooc: just as a note for my own purposes, i only really know the game up into the beginning of act 1 so i'm a beginner haha but always fun to learn canons through cr!))
focuslights: (is this an utena reference)

angel | rock & rule

[personal profile] focuslights 2025-05-17 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
prompts below are OTA! you can learn a bit more about Angel from my EMP. permissions & general prefs are here.
canonpoint is from the end of the movie.
focuslights: (not having it.)

Fluxdrift; scrapyard

[personal profile] focuslights 2025-05-17 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[one moment you're singing a demon and its summoner back from whence it came, and the next you're in some unknown place, saddled with debt, a headache to rival the worst hangover ever, and an arm sore from having to be popped back into place.

Angel's no stranger to roughing it, but she had been hoping for a better future with her, Omar, and the band back together, onstage and 'discovered'.

this Yom Crook person is the type she's used to dealing with. the sort of person who's eager to help for a price. sketchy but reliable.

Angel's given her choice when it comes to cars and bikes. the motorbikes are tempting, but with her aching head and healing arm, she's not sure it's worth the risk. cars are preferable, especially for long, uncertain trips. plus, she's not exactly dressed the part of a biker...her 'belongings' being a costume backless white dress, some slip of a thing she wouldn't have picked out herself.

so she loiters by the one car that's caught her eye over the others, rusted and in need of from tuning up all the same, but in better shape than others, walking around it and kicking the tires with her toes to check the air pressure.

crossing her arms, she shivers a bit, the cold and wet getting to her.
]

Damn. Sure could use a jacket... [she looks around, as if to find someone to bum one off of.]
krazed: (nutbuckets(11))

[personal profile] krazed 2025-05-17 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A truncheon is just the kind of blunt force weapon that appeals to Harley, doubly so since it's usually carried by flat foots and law enforcement but she keeps her interest to herself and bends down in her own inappropriate fit of a tattered red ballgown over combat boots to squint hard in his direction.

Marc's restraint be damned. Harley doesn't do covert, it's all or nothing in instances like these and pity the poor fool or fools that put her hair. Harley picks up an old brick behind him and hurls it at the window. It careens toward the double-paned soundproof glass with expert precision. It manages to make the material shake and then falls back down ineffectually between Marc and the window a visible representation of folly. ]


Yeah, no shit, but that was my best attempt. Unless you're able to quantum tunnel yourself through solid material.

godjr: (AlexanderCa1501943)

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-17 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jack sees a figure in the darkness and that probably should make him afraid but he thinks it's a monster, and he's dealt with plenty of those. He doesn't have his family with him though, and they would know much better how to handle it, so there is that concern when he has a friend with him. He can't let Bob get eaten by the monster, he's let too many other hunters down by now. As far as he can tell Bob is a civilian so he needs protection, that's the hunter way.

The fact that once they step out into the rain, the darkness retreats, Jack lets out a sigh of relief. He probably could have fought the monster alone, he does have a lot of archangel power flooding his body right now, but this is much safer. Bob seemed scared too and now he is laughing so Jack laughs with him. Not nervous, but a little stilted, like he's not used to it. ]


Hi Bob. I'm glad we didn't die. I'm not sure what the Heaven would be like here.

[ This has to be one of the universes his grandfather made so there would be a version of Heaven, but he doesn't know if they change depending on the world. It would be sad if he's stuck here and can't reunite with his mother later. ]

I'm sorry the shadow monster scared you, but I promise I would have protected you.
focuslights: (like a trapped mouse)

Fluxdrive; on the road

[personal profile] focuslights 2025-05-17 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[she's gotten the 8-track back home to work on the tape deck set up in the car, and the ride so far had gone off without a hitch for the first hour-long leg. she'd shut her own music off for awhile to see what sort of radio stations this place had or drive in silence to settle in with her own thoughts. it's a bit lonely being on the road all alone...but she's kind of been on her own these past few weeks anyway, hasn't she? just kept cooped up with only herself, Mok, and his lackeys keeping an eye on her to make sure she didn't sneak out.

but before that, road trips were a lot less lonely. Omar, Dizzy and Stretch made sure of it.

but after an hour or so, the medicine she had taken for her injuries was already beginning to dry up, her arm aching terrible. so she'll take a break, pull off on the side of the road, maybe for a half hour or so, sitting on the hood of her car staring out across the horizon, music blaring with her windows rolled down, stretching her arm as she waits for the painkillers she swallowed dry to kick in.

but maybe to a passer by she looks like a damsel in need of some help, or a lady out of luck with a stalled car.
]
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