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TEST DRIVE ∞ May 2025

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

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

But first, you need to find a ride.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then you open your eyes.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What do you do? You have three choices:

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

B: Set Free
As you peer through the windows, you see not just the crates of medicine but someone trapped inside. They look like they might be in trouble, and from your vantage point, you notice that the water is bubbling strangely. It's definitely not normal rainwater. As you watch, the water rises unnaturally, stopping and starting. It's as if the water level is responding to an external stimulus.
  • The glass is soundproof. You can't hear what the person inside is saying, so you'll have to communicate with each other another way. Try charades, typing on your phone, or whatever you think of. Eventually, you determine that they're stuck and that you need to enter some sort of code onto a pad located—according to your trapped partner—at the back of the building.
  • Around the back, shadows swallow your surroundings. The panel must be pried open, but a slippery substance makes it hard to get a good grip. Each time the substance touches you, you grow uneasy. You swear you see eyes watching you, though when you turn around, nothing's there.
  • You can't seem to keep the instructions in your mind. And those symbols...they burn into your retinas. Through them, you glimpse an incomprehensibly massive figure unfurling in the darkness, pulsing as if in a deep sleep. When you snap back to reality, you realize you've injured yourself, slicing your hand on a sharp edge or a bruise you can't remember getting.
  • Once you manage to release the doors, the water inside the office drains upward into the sky as though sucked out by a giant hose. The darkness spreads. Get out of there fast before the shadows drag you or your partner into the void.
Of course, you don't have to help anyone. You can leave the individual there, make a deal, or outright extort them. But remember, you're not the only person on these roads. You might want to play your cards carefully, even if altruism isn't your first instinct.
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-17 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jayce might've been about to offer to do repairs or tighten things up, so it's with a flicker of surprise, then keen interest that he regards his new companion with now as he mentions designing his own mobility aid.

There's a reluctant, conceding nod at the mention of rust. Jayce can already think of replacement parts, even building up a new design in his head - but he's just as quickly struck by the reality that if he can't pay for a meal yet, he certainly can't buy the materials needed.

A little late for that warning, he thinks to himself wryly. Jayce offers him a weary smile instead. ]


It's not as bad as it looks - or sounds. [ He stands and straightens again, the brace creaking. ] Besides I could use a project.

[ Making himself a new one - once he has the cash. Then, remembering - he offers a hand. ]

It's Jayce, by the way.
Edited 2025-05-17 17:19 (UTC)
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wonderful!

[personal profile] vecna 2025-05-17 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[He pulls his gaze away from his car's poor bumper and to the other drive when Sunday gets out to survey the damage. That question drags another short, wry, burst of a "ha!" from his lips; a strange sound coming from soft-spoken Henry.]

Oh, no. It's all crumpled.

[The bumper he means, which is shaped like someone took a piece of aluminum foil and punched it. There's a big dent there, basically.]

But it's fine. It's ridiculous, but it's fine. It's some kind of cosmic joke, this world trying to get me attached to this car, and I refuse to shed any tears because of a fender bender.

[Spoken quickly, like more like he's speaking to himself, though he still does wear a smile despite it all.]
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Martin Blackwood | The Magnus Archives

[personal profile] positivelyroomy 2025-05-17 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
ooc:
☁︎ Spoilers are for castmates, unless you opt-in. He is taken from the end of TMA.
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☁︎ I default to brackets but will happily switch to match.
☁︎ Due to how many TLs are available, I kept mine a bit trim. Tagging out, so let me know if you want me to hit you up.

The Pavilion | acclimating
[ The accommodations aren’t terrible, for reminding Martin of some retro Americana dive, with threadbare carpets and a very obvious lack of kettle. After a long drive, it had given him time to take stock of what was salvageable in his bag – nothing, of course – and indulge in a very adequate nap. They’d decided to venture out again to visit the market so Martin could stock up on supplies and John could do… John. And because he’s not dense, he’d been quick to find a couple of cheap mobiles, handing one over to John – because there were no air tags to keep track of Eldritch boyfriends.

He slips into the crowd with relative ease for a man his size. Maybe Martin is too quiet when he approaches a stall filled with tchochkies – eyes intently landing on a weird little mug shaped like a blushing sheep. He grabs it, turning to whatever soul is nearby. ]
It’s weird. This place doesn’t seem to fit the whole… cutesy vibe? Oh well. This is mine. Have you seen any stalls with tea? [ He is… soft-spoken and very British. ] Maybe an electric kettle? [ He is fighting for his life. ]

Vacancies | on debating the existence of loan sharks.
[ He has come to an unfortunate realization: Martin is uncomfortable with being indebted in a society that reminds him strongly of the shooter games Tim would play on the occasions they’d hang out. It’s not like he isn’t used to being poor, or used to the grind, because he is – but it makes him nervous. Like… would he wake up to a horse head in his bed if he didn’t pay off his loan for the LAV he’d gotten from that guy? God.

He’s at the board with job postings, muttering quietly to himself about capitalist hellscapes being a thing before noticing someone else has approached. His ears go pink at the tips, and he offers a sheepish grin. ]


Have you had any luck with getting a job here? I couldn’t help but notice a lot of these look kind of new… is that… er, strange? To be expected? I just got here, so um– sorry, bit of a ramble. [ He is very, very tempted to just vanish into nothingness, but there are people that aren’t new, from what he’s seen, so it might be good to stay and mourn his social skills later. ] Just as long as it isn’t a library.

Misc
the a la carte menu of meet and greet

one: [network option] Martin discovered the forums on the phones, and while he’d initially used it as a bit of reconnaissance work (old habits die hard), he’d noticed a lack of names tied to the entries. Just phone numbers. Anonymous enough??? Consider this the perfect opportunity to expose the world – or whoever would open a creative writing thread, how meta – to his poetry. Some of it is normal, if mediocre. There are a few that are unsettling to read. Does he need therapy? You don’t even know.

two: You have caught him vanishing in thin air. Maybe he'd failed to haggle with a vendor, but he isn't keen to stick around. He’s tall enough that his head can be spotted down a block and a half if you want to prod him.

three: This one is easy; you’ve simply had a nice interaction with him in the markets. He seems like a sweet guy, if not a bit guarded. Have another stray run-in. He doesn’t bite.
thetruefocus: (what are you SAYING?)

[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-17 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Charles when they first reunited would have snapped at him, saying he doesn't get to say he misses him, not after everything that happened, but at the moment he is more sad than angry. Touching Erik's mind has weakened him, not literally as he is stronger with that focal point, but his heart has been reminded of the brightest parts of his soul. This is not a man that he is capable of seeing as all bad or evil. Not when he's known him down to his very core. ]

I missed you too.

[ He says instead, feeling a lump in his throat, making it painful to swallow. Erik did make the gesture first by saying it, and he is not so cruel as to ignore it solely to make it sting for him. This is the truth. There were times he wished so deeply for Erik to return. There has never been a time when Charles truly hoped not to see him again.

The thought that Erik would leave him again now makes his stomach turn. For a moment, that good energy turns into shadows instead, showing how easily it is for them to pivot in the wrong way. Charles doesn't want him to go but a bitter voice in him says he wants to, he always wants to. They could go around and around if left that way. He takes in a deep breath and lets it out. ]


I don't need help but if you would like to accompany me to the market, they are offering samples that I could use. I was given an accessible van.

[ Charles does not have money yet to buy his own food, something he has no intention of bringing to his attention, but he still does need to go there. And Erik's presence will make the voices less prominent. Or maybe he is offering an olive branch and it is up to Erik to decide if he will take it or leave again. ]
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[personal profile] mississippis 2025-05-17 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rogue pulls the lamp back towards her, frowning at the way it’s bent. The stupidest weapon, yeah, but you use the hand you’re dealt. Or whatever.

The glowing eye isn’t helping anything.

He doesn’t seem to be actually attacking her as much as he’d simply defended himself from her haphazard swing. But he’s still a strange man in a dark hallway in the middle of a blackout.

Which obviously means her only option is to sass him. ]


Okay, well, I heard screaming. And unless you’re gonna tell me you can get your voice that high and you’re fine, I’m gonna go see where it was coming from.
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[personal profile] vecna 2025-05-17 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, that's one of the very first things he ever learned how to do — unwilling. Thoughts and emotions always brush against him, and it's only with time and practice that he learned to put up a wall to keep them out. So, the reply is sharp but easy-]

Yes. But that means you need to keep looking.

[Because if he's going to extend his focus beyond this room to reach out to another mind, he refuses to let River not pick up the slack. No other reply. Henry is going to do just that, extending his mind outwards to seek other presences.]
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iv.

[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-17 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, it isn't the strangest thing he's seen. He thinks. Adrian watches the odd pair arrange themselves as he draws closer. He pulls over with egregious care in the vain hope of avoiding further trauma to his vehicle, and the size of it means that it's only sensible for him to climb out to speak to anyone.

Adrian is wearing a heavy traveling cloak, but the hood is down and his hands are empty when he raises them in a conciliatory gesture. ]


Apologies for troubling you gentle... people. [ He's trying. He looks from the man to the creature, then back again, unsure of which he should address. ] You seem as if you know what you're doing and I hoped that I might be able to barter for your assistance.

[ He tries to draw himself up, just a bit. Perhaps he can make a better deal if he sounds like he knows what he's talking about? ] I think that my "ride" has lost some of the "horses" that give it power — it sounds dreadful.

[ Though all of this is novel to him, Adrian is fairly sure that it isn't supposed to be making the noise that it's somehow still making, as if it's choking to death on its own fumes. Despite having pulled over themselves, these two seem competent enough, so it's worth a shot, isn't it? ]
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u know whereabouts i am re: spoilers

[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-05-17 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Upon the joint commotion of the power going out and shouts being heard across the hall outside of the room he shares with his sister, Alphinaud takes it upon himself to do a little light investigating. There's a man a few doors down being harassed by a group of imposing thugs, and while he can't tell if the altercation will lead to violence, he does surmise that it's an unfair fight to begin with — three against one.

He would prefer not to act on impulse the way that Alisaie does, but sometimes a situation really does call for it. It's what the Warrior of Light would do too, and Alphinaud does think the world of them.

Well, here goes nothing.

He steps forward, a book in hand, and looks from the men to Gustave then back again. ]


I'm quite certain there's a better way to solve this problem, gentlemen.
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-17 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[[All he really wanted was a bowl of potato soup, but this wasn't really the kind of place that had that. What a shame.

The options she offered were usually warm, at least. Perhaps too warm, if charring was something to worry about, but that was a risk he was going to take. The liquid milk... not so much. He'd be sure to follow that advice.]]

Then I'll take those, please. Um... the small sizes, if they come in sizes.
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[personal profile] vestments 2025-05-17 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
( marc's just a man and so, unfortunately, darkness is an impediment to his eyesight, no matter how much he might try and act as if it's not. it's not that he's leaving, it's that he's trying to decide how else to enter the building, although if the subject's broached at a later point, he'll acknowledge that how it looked was not positive.

the flash of light in his periphery, oddly bright, startling against the rain and reflected in puddles, is more than enough to catch his attention, and he pauses mid-step, careening back around to look at the window. he notices, of course, that adrian's moved; thinks the water's risen — not a surprise, but has it risen by as much as he'd expected? more? he's not sure — and it's only as he moves back towards the glass that he can make out the shape of the letters, the words, the message.

and he exhales a breath, bitter and sardonic, the wrong side of amused. once upon a time, in another life, the addition of 'will pay' would've made a difference. would've meant that marc helped, would've meant that marc asked about the details of payment in the immediate moments after, but now— that's the last thing on his mind. what is material wealth to a priest? nothing.

(what is it to marc spector? more than that. it's needed. it's survival. he won't ask for it, and he won't accept it, but he knows he's going to need it. knows he needs a way to filter out the types of criminals he'd targeted back home, the ones with more money than sense and far fewer scruples. needs to make a list, top to bottom, in terms of usefulness.

none of that helps him now, but it tells him what kind of experiences adrian has, at least.)

he stays still in front of the glass for less time than it feels, his gaze shifting from the message to adrian and then— )


The door's locked, ( he says, sharp and firm, and though he's not certain, it strikes him as odd that the only sounds that he's heard have been those of here, of the outside. torrential rain, impacting harder than he'd like, thunder not as far away as would be preferable; engines, distant, comfortably so.

but no yells, nothing from the other side of the glass.

and so, the remark's accompanied by a gesture, tight and precise and restrained — one hand to his ear as if to say 'listen' or to ask 'listening?', and then the hand drops, open, palm facing up. almost a weighing motion, almost a question, even as his gaze doesn't drop from adrian's. )
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[personal profile] mississippis 2025-05-17 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rogue.glances at the poster, then at Nandor, then back to the poster. And it finally seems to click what’s happening. ]

This is a supermarket, not a graveyard. They’re looking for someone to work the night shift.

[ Which, actually, is a much more relieving thing to have to explain than what his initial comment had made her think. ]

What’re you stealing rubber duckies for?
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-17 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's not going to work. It's the first thought to cross his mind. He's already tried to break the glass with his abilities, and nothing budges. He shakes his head, but it doesn't serve to stop her, and while he steps aside, he doesn't actually count on it actually working.

He's unsurprised when it bounces back, the glass not even budging, as though it was a wall instead. He presses his hands to the glass after, checking to see that the woman on the other side hasn't been injured. His hands slam on the surface but she'll only see it, not hear it, but once he can see she's doin alright, he points to the screen. ]


The code! We need the code!

[ But where does he even input that code? He doesn't know, but finding it should probably be priority. Better than panicking about the situation, and he's never been the sort.

So he turns back into the room instead, and starts going through what files he can still reach above the water, fishing others from beneath the surface in hopes of finding something even remotely resembling a clue. ]
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-05-17 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Verso doesn't require as much fiddling with his clothing to get settled; he's just got his ratty Expedition uniform on. He'll have to ask the other man if he's a monk or something, but he'll set that notion aside... for now. Briefly.

He looks around at the interior of the truck, feeling quite out of place. Like he's in the insides of an animal, and while it is roomy in here, it still feels constricting in a strange way. At least his motorbike does not wall him in, though he supposes that presents its own challenges and safety issues, too.]


My name's Verso. And who do I have the pleasure of addressing?
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-17 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her answer definitely earns a raised brow from Scott because it's not exactly what he was expecting. What did she even mean by whatever editorial will let me get away with? Like an author? That doesn't make sense. ]

Right.

[ He learned that different mutants have different powers and some are just plain... strange, for the lack of a better adjective. So he's not going to pry even further. Maybe it'll all make sense later. ]

How did you learn about me? You know, aside from being a mutant. [ Because while the argument that his reputation precedes him may be true, the reverse can also be true. ]
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beep beep driving lesson time

[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-17 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Cassian had received a similar spiel upon arrival and is already trying to take everything in stride. And in this particular context, that means picking out a car. He's already narrowed down his choices after a combination of going under the hood to inspect the state of them, reading the manual to better understand how these things were meant to be driven and vibes. ]

I was going to say they don't have many buttons.

[ He looks up from the user manual that they had been provided. It's pretty sparse if he's being honest, but after his last experience before arriving here, he's not taking his chances. ]

There's nothing like them from your world?
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-05-17 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's the thing with Verso. Despite his friendly, utterly unbothered demeanor, he often prefers to keep to himself. To not wear his heart on his sleeve, but rather under several layers of impenetrable cloth, instead. But he's aware enough to be attuned to the social temperature, and also wouldn't prefer for it to swing from "comfortable" to "awkward", and realizes that he perhaps should carry on some middling conversation to fend off the sense of ungainliness and boredom. For both of their sakes.

So, after a second meeting of gazes in the rearview mirror, coupled with a pair of polite smiles, he launches off with-]


It's strange, you know. For all the nothingness I'm seeing out this window, it still reminds me a little of where I come from. A sense of... a world that used to be more than what it is now.

[Post-apocalyptic, one might say.]

'Course, maybe Panorama will give me an entirely new impression. I hear it's crowded. Very crowded.
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[personal profile] focuslights 2025-05-17 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[the mashed potatoes could very well be soup given the consistency...

it’s an easy enough order so Angel tucks her pen back behind her ear, snapping her notepad shut.
]

Just that? Don’t want any toast to go with the bacon? It’ll be greasy, so some bread could help cut that for ya. [er] ...for you.
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-17 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He wasn't really looking at the driver himself, and that may have been his mistake. Does it really make a difference, he wonders? If he would have just kept driving if he knew it was her? Probably not, given his current predicament. He knows next to nothing about where he is, or how he got here, and anything even remotely resembling familiarity, even if it comes with animosity, is still welcome.

But that look she levels him with has him stopping in his tracks, the surprise in his face clear. If he's the last person she'd expect to find out here, then it's evident the feeling is mutual.

He doesn't voice any of that. He doesn't say anything at first, even, not until she shoots those last words at him. He presses his lips thinly, and his eyebrows knit into a frown instead. ]


Suit yourself, then. Good luck with that.

[ He pivots and starts walking back to his own car. If she lets him go, chances are he won't drive too far before he's turning back around, because he still doesn't want her stuck out here, in a place neither of them are familiar with, but he's nothing if not prone to dramatics and hot-headed reactions. ]
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-17 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He can follow up her logic — such as it is — with some of his own, then. Sure, there's an actual explanation and reason for it, one he figures he could work out on his own with a little time to check out the wiring, but for now this is an easy question to answer — ]

You hit it and it turned on.

[ It is an answer, technically. Not the root cause, but... ]

Give me a sec.

[ As much as he finds it at least mildly amusing as a backdrop to their literal run-in with each other, it'll get old fast having to try and talk over the noise. So he shrugs out of his loosely crossed arms, makes his way back to the car, figures he'll start with looking under the hood. But before he even gets far, it just shuts itself off.

With the barest hint of something that could maybe be a smirk (?), he glances over his shoulder at her now, shrugs a little. ]


Admit it, you miss it already.
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-05-17 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[The smell is stronger when she peers over the ditch, mainly because the source of the burnt rubber is still running hot. The wheels of Verso's upturned motorcycle are still spinning, its entire body planted almost directly beside the man himself.

The man, who is, laughably and worrisomely, literally face-down in the ditch. His sleeve has been torn up from the skid-fall, ekes red from the road rash. A bit on the side of his face, too, though she'll not notice that yet. Not until he groans, shifts with a great effort, and rolls over on his back.]


...Had worse.

[Not untrue. Still, that was entirely disorienting, and he needs a minute to try to push himself up on his elbows, a little wobbly. His vision tries to focus on the face above — is that the woman on the other bike? Unmistakable, those ears and the markings on her face.

Piteously:]
Sorry.
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-17 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[[Perhaps that is a dubious discovery for another evening...

An Zhe nodded, but paused as he reconsidered the option of c a r b s.]]

Toast does sound pretty good.

[[He was pretty sure he'd have enough cash for some toast! ...Probably!]]

Thank you.
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-17 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jayce had a few rough encounters his first night, leaving him more wary of strangers wheeling up to them than he might've once been before. Having gotten back onto his feet, he stands at Viktor's side as the vehicle pulls over - nearly every model is new to him at this point, and for a brief moment he's more interested in eyeing it than the person who steps out. Especially considering that noise it's making - Jayce's hands already itch to start poking around its insides.

His eyebrows raise at gentle people - and, what was that about horses? He shoots a quick glance at at Viktor, who from his angle can likely tell Jayce is trying not to laugh - or look too excited.

This will be only the third vehicle he's worked on so far.

Glancing back to the newcomer, he tips his head toward the van. ]


We can take a look.
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fluxdrift, the i chose violence option

[personal profile] vallt 2025-05-17 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[it's not that jyn exceptionally knows what she's doing out here; on the contrary, she knows about as much about driving the truck she'd been handed the keys to as much as she does some fucking bathhouse for rich people on coruscant — which is to say, nothing really at all. but, but, she's confident that most people on the road are fucking idiots.

case in point: whoever had let one of their tires blow out, whoever had started to allow themselves to spin out in the middle of traffic. that is an idiot.

and one she has neither the dwindling time, nor the steadily fraying patience, to deal with.

hands gripping the controls (the wheel) until her knuckles turn white, she swerves the truck, until it collides with the spinning vehicle and forces it out of the road.

there. how does this idiot like that?]
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-17 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course. You can ask whatever you want.

[ Scott replies as he pushes Charles wheelchair, along with him, to his room. It's not a far trip, just a few doors down the hall, but with how rickety the wheelchair is, Scott's careful not to make the trip as bumpy and uncomfortable as it should've been.

As soon as they're inside, Scott makes sure to lock the door behind him and sets down both his gray zip-up hoodie and the keys to his bike. He goes to work, finding the tools he scavenged during his second day here that are neatly placed in a worn-out box.

But he still keeps the conversation going. ]
Magneto's not just difficult, he also kills fellow mutants, uses them to his own end. He's dangerous and shouldn't be trusted, even if back home, we formed a sort of alliance to rescue you and some students from Stryker. [ So Stryker won't be able to use the Professor to activate a second Cerebro that will mindlink him to every mutant he can kill. ]
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-17 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Cruelty would be well-deserved, Erik thinks. Not having a sentiment reciprocated in so many words would be far from the worst thing he's been put through, too, but still, it feels good to hear it out loud, to catch that thickness at the end of Charles's words. Every little sliver feels like hope, and fuck if he's ever cared about that particular sentiment before meeting Charles. Before this very moment, right now.

He also didn't quite mean that to sound as parting words— more of an open offer, and leaving it up to Charles to decide whether he wants him to stick around for a little longer, or part ways for the time being.

So when that invitation comes, Erik is quick to nod. He gets to his feet, reaching into his pocket to check how much he still has on him, after tonight's shift. ]


I still have some money left, if you need anything beyond the samples. It's not much but it should be enough to cover a few basics.

[ Because he knows Charles won't have any money on him, and he's sure that he hasn't gotten a job either. Doesn't know if he'll be able to, even if he decides to look for one. But Erik can manage that much.

He's also not above the occasional shoplifting if necessary, but let's save that option for when there's no alternative. ]