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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] thetruefocus 2025-05-17 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I didn't ask you for your money, I asked you for your company.

[ The response is stubborn, naturally. Charles does not have money and he is going to struggle finding a job, although he assumes eventually he can. Just not one that he will enjoy, but this doesn't appear to be the sort of city with prestigious academies or universities. It is foolish, considering that Charles has welcomed so many people into his home including Erik, providing food and shelter and anything else they needs with his natural generosity of spirit. And then the moment someone else offers the same, he gets prideful about it.

He turns the chair and leads them into the parking lot where his van is. The decoration of it might amuse Erik and it suited the light-hearted man Charles used to be. He would have found it very charming before, although he always did like his classic cars that they used to drive around the country looking for mutants.

He gestures for Erik to get into the passenger side and does not want his help in getting in; it would be easier for Erik to drive but he's being intentional. He wants to prove that he's not helpless. There is a ramp after all and the van is designed for him to comfortably be able to put the wheelchair in there and get into the driver's seat, albeit slightly cramped with Erik there too, but he manages, is the point. ]


Not our car for our trip, unfortunately. [ Charles smiles faintly at him. ] I think the motel is nearly as bad as that one we stayed in rural Pennsylvania.
valle: (Laura-DPW-06)

it's also an 'em has adhd reading comprehension' thing tbh

[personal profile] valle 2025-05-17 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
( It's less a Wolverine thing and more a combination of uncertainty and surprise — too taken aback by the appearance of someone she'd thought long since dead through the passage of time alone if nothing else. Being a little feral still from the Void where pleasantries are few and far between doesn't help.

But maybe a tiny little bit a Wolverine thing.

The wariness in her hasn't lessened, it's just changed form. A new kind of hesitation, the curious kind, spent scrutinizing him with this new information coloring everything she sees in his expression, his posture, the clothes he wears. The fact that he just helped her out.
)

Laura. ( A beat, and then- ) I don't have another name.

( Not a mutant one, and the last one... well, it's debatable. She adopted Howlett because it's Logan's, but legally... legally her name isn't even Laura. It's a letter and a number. Calling herself Howlett in front of someone that knows Logan, with the risk that it might get back to him, makes something inside of her shift unpleasantly. Insecurity, maybe. )

I read about you. I don't know how much is true, but... they make it seem like you're nice.
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-17 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
( after a moment's breath of listening to the other man speak about 'luxury' and cars, of the idea of something automated enough to drive itself blossoms in his mind with potential intricacies that would be worth exploring, gustave lets out a quiet laugh. )

Incroyable. I suppose it can definitely be possible.

( he is thinking with elements that he understands; should there be something akin to chroma here, perhaps it could be fused together with what rudimentary technology is already here, combine the two. the lumina converter was only a dream until it became reality, after all.

there's an extension of excitement growing in him, despite his first impression of a guy down-in-the-dumps. )


Would it be much to ask — what you do know of cars? There seems to be an engineering element to make it run, but there are other... aspects. ( gustave motions at the dashboard, the knobs, the buttons, switches. ) I assume it all holds a function connecting to the engine.

( principles of engineering and all. )
sawel: (062)

power outage;

[personal profile] sawel 2025-05-17 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rune has been similarly roused from his own room, although less with a knock on his door than an uncanny scream/cry sound. The sort of noise that Rune can’t bring himself to just ignore, no matter how much he might wish to otherwise. Damn conscience…

Stepping out of his own door and wrapping his jacket around himself — awkwardly, given he still really only has one functional arm, the other still strapped to his body in its makeshift sling — he peers through the gloom at the figure before him. He seriously doubts that this guy was the one shrieking at him through his door, but all the same, he supposes he had better make sure that everything’s alright.

It’s just as Rune comes up to the other man’s side that he bends and picks up… A slug? Rune takes a moment to blink and process this.]


Uh. No, I suppose not. [Honestly, he doesn’t know the first thing about it. In fact…] A what?
valle: (Laura-DPW-10)

[personal profile] valle 2025-05-17 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
She watches with eyes that are a little too sharp despite the darkness; tracks the lamp briefly as it falls, then flits them back up to Rogue's face as she speaks. There's something familiar about her, though it's difficult to tell in this lack of lighting — colors skew, shadows render things a little more grayscale than they're supposed to be. But still, still...

Now's not the time to question it. The scream didn't come from this direction, she knows, so it wasn't this woman. Neither victim nor the cause of it. Maybe she's doing the same thing Laura is: emerging from her room to seek out the source.

"I'm not here to rob you," she says shortly, and the claws retreat from Rogue's face, slipping downward but not yet retracting. One finger at a time, she loosens her hold on Rogue's wrist, slowly, so she knows a second strike attempt isn't incoming. Nobody that can fight takes a lamp as a weapon, she thinks uncharitably, and probably comes off as even more rude when she says, "Stay here."

And turns to stalk onward toward the source of the scream. Like Rogue has any reason whatsoever to listen to her. It just makes sense in her mind — if someone is being attacked, and Laura can heal from it, why risk putting anyone else in danger? Explaining that mentality might be nice, but there isn't really time.
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-17 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
( oh.

he's not exactly expecting his woes to be answered so earnestly, figuring that he's just complaining into the air until he wraps his head around leaving his more emotional instincts and focus, instead, on learning how the damn contraption actually works. it's not not appreciated, though, and gustave considers the young man for a moment.

a bicycle? well, that he knows. )


Really? I suppose bicycles are mostly about confidence and keeping your balance.

( not overly complicated, though, if asked, gustave would say, after gazing upon the motorcycle being considered, that it looks rather impressive... 'cool', as the young ones might say. )

I think I'm trying too hard to understand how it works, rather than just working out the basics of it.

( hmm... this actually is useful, to realize that he was overcomplicating things for himself. )

—would you mind a quick demonstration? This is the first time I've encountered these 'cars'. We can sort you out on your motorcycle, to return you the favor.
valle: (Laura-DPW-19)

a single tear slides down my also beardless cheek

[personal profile] valle 2025-05-17 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
( The baring of his wrist explains a lot. The smell she's been picking up, earthy and cloying, subtle underneath the rest of him — the sweat and soap and whatever he uses to wash his clothes are all stronger, but they don't completely drown it out. It's so close to the smell she remembers Logan carrying back when she was a child; toxic, metal. Not as strong, but... definitely present.

He's sick. It occurs to her with another brush of guilt for letting him kneel on that leg. Maybe he's not dying, but something is definitely wrong. Judging by the marks on his wrist, he must know. It doesn't look healthy.

Maybe it's this thought, and the painful reminder it caries, that prompts her to be honest in return.
)

Mine, too.

( The dad thing, that is. She never had a mother, not really. Biologically, sure — and Gabriela tried her best for the weeks that she had the chance, but that's it. That's all.

But this isn't a Laura pity party, and she doesn't intend to turn it into one. It's just about relating to this stranger helping her out as she eases lug nuts off of their threads.

She casts a glance over, long enough to earnestly say:
)

Sorry that happened to you. It's hard.
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Fluxdrift;

[personal profile] sawel 2025-05-17 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rune’s heart is still pounding in his chest when he hears the sound of wheels coming up behind — beside? Gods which way is the car even turned at this point? — and wonders how well and truly screwed he is. Luckily, for both their sakes, the other vehicle does pull to a stop. For a few brief moments he’s left listening to the crunch of the other man’s boots on the road and the sound of a… power ballad? Playing in the distance, before he opens the door of his car, stumbles out a few feet, falls to his knees, and finds himself suddenly and abruptly ill on the side of the road.

Sorry, random guy who stopped. Or random guy he was blocking the road for. Normally he’s much more pleasant to be around. Normally, he isn’t given a bunch of meds and an unfamiliar vehicle and expected to take care of himself. Normally there are Healing sigils to take care of all this shit, and Brand is here, and he isn’t on his own, and —

Rune forces himself to take in a deep breath. In through his nose, out through his mouth. His one good arm braced on his thigh, the other strapped tightly against his chest, just where the doctors had instructed he leave it for the next few weeks. Few weeks? Like hell.]


Sorry. Sorry. I, uh. [He swallows. Hard.] Bad day in general. Thanks for uh. [He waves back toward the car.] Stopping. Not hitting me. Either, I guess.
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the fringes

[personal profile] vallt 2025-05-17 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[it might've been smarter, more conducive to her own survival, to stay away, but jyn's here, too; she'd come as quickly as she could. and she'd moved with a purpose, searching for the medicine, everything fine until the moment she realizes she's sealed inside.

until the moment she realizes that she's trapped, just as she's been in so many other places — in an imperial labor camp death sentence on wobani, in the data tower on scarif, in a bunker with only a knife and a blaster, in a cave with only a lantern and the knowledge that her parents would never come for her.

water sloshes at her feet. the air around her thins. her muscles lock, keeping her standing in place; that's where she may be, for good. she doesn't know. she —

thump, thump, thump. the sound of a hand banging against the window, over and over again.

it's enough to shake her out of the trance that's nearly consumed her. she rushes through the water, toward the sound, only glancing behind her at the computer when it lights up (where the warning makes itself known).

however it's going to end, when approaches the girl, jyn grabs her by the arm, attempting to drag her away from the window. then:]


It says we need something. A release code. Do you know what that is?

[the question is to keep the girl focused as it is, genuinely, to try to get an answer.]
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[personal profile] krazed 2025-05-17 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Harley's not trusting exactly, but the devil may care attitude she's got is always in direct conflict with her sense of perception. She noticed early on that the positions were off, blue-collar slum work or not. She's already heard a mouthful from the motel clerk about debts but she preferred to make money in less savory ways. A nine-to-five could only ever cramp her style. ]

Retail's not for the weak, but you could do better when it comes to shift work. We all could.
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[personal profile] krazed 2025-05-17 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Both planting trees they don't get to enjoy the shade of? Metaphorically speaking.

[ Artists and engineers gave to the future, and their works compounded off of other works, influencing development for years to come. It didn't take a PHD to know that, but Harley's more interested in his dedication to studying a broken engine and not the pursuit of the unknown or the open road. ]
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[personal profile] kidproof 2025-05-17 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure.

[ The wringer and back isn't how he'd put it but he also wasn't willing to give the guy more information on him, his lifestyle, and where he came from than strictly necessary. Especially after he plays his hand and continues. ]

It's a good idea in theory but not in practice. You'll need a steady surplus of equipment, medicine, and tools for treatment. Otherwise your practice will just be hack jobs and hope.

[ Two could play at the deadpan diagnoses. Joel crosses his arms over his chest and heaves a sigh. ]

Joel. Got it. Well, let me know how that goes. I'm sure people are gonna need some care sooner rather than later. If the state of the place is any indicator.
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[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-05-17 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't just let himself drown. He doesn't. He fights it the whole time. Surfaces for a few moments, regaining breath, then ducking back down to find something that could pry the door open or actually bash through the window. A different vent he didn't find before. Some other code to put into, what, the computer that's now fritzed out from being flooded with water? He doesn't just let it happen.

He fights for his life out of reflex and instinct, until suddenly there are no more air pockets, and there is no escape, and his newfound friend hasn't rescued him, and his chest burns, his lungs burn, his blood burns, and then--




When the water rushes out, faces flash by. Maybe whole bodies, blink and then gone, it's hard to keep track, but faces seem distinct for fractions of seconds before being whisked away. None of them are Clint, until his very real and very limp body gets carried out in the ensuing wave.]
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[personal profile] kidproof 2025-05-17 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Because I'd rather get my food myself.

[ It's in part not wanting to rely on the market here and in part not trusting the shit being shoved at them. So far nobody's had any adverse reactions but generally, people don't tend to give things out for free. Not where he's from. ]
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[personal profile] frostfist 2025-05-17 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh.......kay? There's another Look, one of puzzlement accompanied by another further tilt of his head as he glances between the strange man and the car nearby. He's pretty sure the person in charge is supposed to have all the supplies but then again, it's not as thoug he's ever driven a car before. Maybe everything they need is in fact in the car.

So he shrugs. ]


Wouldn't know. I've never driven one of these things before. But no harm in checking. If it doesn't, we'll figure something out.

[ He says that but. He has no idea what a navigational system is even supposes to look like. ]
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[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-05-17 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[All of a sudden, he's standing at the top of a very long drop on his first alien world. It isn't the height that flips his stomach.

There are a few long moments of no response. His breathing is shallow and shaky, and a few blinks later, he recognizes that he is not, in fact, on an alien--

Well, no, he has no idea, this might be an alien world after all. But he isn't there. He's in a random motel room in this wild other dimension full of such normal stuff along with weird stuff. And Natasha. Natasha, here. Natasha, alive?

God. Maybe he did die.

He works his way over to the door, heart the loudest thing in his ears, and if he opens it and nobody's there, there's going to be a very poor reaction. The door cracks open. And there's no mistaking her. Not in a hundred universes, a thousand dimensions, a million lifetimes. The door is all but flung open, and he doesn't know what the next step is, because the paranoid thought of what if it's not her won't leave him be, but his mouth is dry and his eyes are wet. Hard for words to work their way through, his voice broken for it, but he pushes through.]


Wasn't even trying to hide this time.
stonethrow: <user name=megascopes> (pic#17854675)

all of us fr lmao

[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-17 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
( the thing about sciel is her charm. even in the worst of situations, she will always bear a smile and humor, others first, and then her own well-being. it's probably because of that why—for as long as he's known her—gustave has always kept close to her, as best as he could, especially after what had happened.

so, given this, he lets her lead, and finds the expected response.

amused, he meets her green eyes. )


I don't think they like you or I very much.

( a familiar swathe of chroma broils on his right hand, his sword appearing; a long blade for a long blade, but gustave is personally quite fond of the reach of sciel's scythe. )

Ne les tuons pas, ( let's not kill them ) we don't want this to be an unnecessary problem for us later.

( he will follow her lead, as it were, for the appearance of gustave's sword and a different language spoken has made the trio a little more alarmed and frantic, so it's best to catch their intentions first than go in blind. )
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-17 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
( Well, shit. Now that he's seeing the guy's slack face up close, he's pretty sure he just drowned a fucking Avenger. Mark that one down as a name he never thought he'd have on his list, unintentionally or not.

Not like he didn't know this was a possibility, he'd just been hoping that at the rate the water was rising, he'd have more than enough time to get around back and punch the code; more than enough time for that guy to get to the door and shove it open to release the plug. Whatever it was that stole his attention, graced an old fear reflex that he rarely feels, it must've taken longer than he thought. What happened to those seconds in his mind? Did they slip? Stutter out of existence?

It doesn't matter now.

What matters is hauling that limp body by two fists tangled in the fabric of his shirt, mostly out of the mire to the nearest surface not too submerged to begin chest compressions. He's had training. He knows the right way to do it. Knows the rhythm. One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight- and then tipping the guy's chin back, parting his mouth, sealing his own over it without hesitation and forcing air into those lungs. One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-, another assisted breath, come on, man.. One-two-three-
)
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-17 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Charles has been privileged enough in his life that every wheelchair he occupied was state of the art or built with his comfort in mind. The one he and Hank designed together was particularly useful, so getting one second-hand like this is unpleasant. He has been suffering it to the best of his ability since arriving, but he would not mind Scott taking a look at it. ]

I know, Scott. He is not to be trusted.

[ It is fresh in his mind that Erik tried to assassinate the president, dropped a stadium on him, and nearly murdered Raven in front of him. Charles cannot trust Erik with that in mind, even if he were to try and bridge that gap. At the same time he is not surprised that in the future, off and on, he continues to try to reach him and convince him otherwise. He went through a period of time when he did give up on everyone, although it was mostly giving up on himself. But now he is back on track.]

I ... am surprised to hear that about other mutants. In my time, he takes their safety seriously.

[ He aimed his ire and hate at humanity. It sounds as if there came a time when Erik started seeing the ends justifying the means. He could see a bit of it with Raven, how he decided her life was worth sacrificing for the rest of mutantkind. And following that mindset, for him to eventually take those lives for the same purpose, it makes sense. It's just painful to hear. ]

The Logan I met came from 2023, we were working together then because machines were made that killed all mutants and humans who helped them. They found a way to send his mind back through time to 1973 to try and stop them from happening.

[ It stands to reason there must be a mutant with time-travel abilities. They can do nearly anything else. Charles never got every single detail about the hows, only that it happened. ]
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[personal profile] frostfist 2025-05-17 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ These and those, the ideal descriptors for things you aren't quite comfortable with. Archons only knows he defaulted to them more often than not when first learning anout something. But it's a perfectly reasonable question, one he takes the time to explain out. ]

It seemed like it would be easier to maneuver since it's smaller, though I gotta admit it's definitely harder to balance.

[ The whole two wheels versus four thing. He straightens a little, sweeping his gaze away from the cars in the lot and back to Lucina. ]

But if you've got any advice to give, I'll happily take it.
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-17 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
( this is a little unusual.

(just a little?)

the flare of chroma the blade appears in is all too familiar, and that much forces gustave to react, doing the exact same. in a swathe of gold light, a similar sword appears in his hand, and he is not as bold as pointing it towards the offenders between them, though it remains steady at his side—ready.

he has many questions, but they can wait—for after. right now, he tries to reason with the trio before this actually escalates. )


You are not well-equipped for this fight. Go, and we ( WE!! ) won't follow.

( that only seems to enrage the leader, who spits out a command to the other two, and gustave catches flashes of metal from under their coats; they, too, have weapons of some kind. it's but a matter of seconds, really— )

Fais attention, they have guns!

( which can prove, to them, a disadvantage, with just their swords. he curses not having his own gun at hand since arriving here; gustave quickly lunges forward, the hilt of his sword slamming against a moving arm, hitting the elbow, with enough force to dislocate it. a second tries to catch onto gustave by his shirt, topple him over; the third—the leader—aims for verso, instants from pulling the trigger. )
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-17 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I know you didn't ask, Charles. That doesn't mean I can't offer.

[ It comes after an eyeroll, because of course Charles would be stubborn and prideful about it. (Pot, meet kettle.) It's almost a comfort, quite honestly, though he absolutely intends to go through with using his funds until Charles has his own. He can just yell and bark at him all he likes, Erik doesn't give a damn.

He follows after Charles in the meantime, and when they get to the van, he has to pause for a moment, one arm around his midsection, the other folded up so he's covering his mouth with his fingers. It's all he can do to suppress his amusement, but the smile on his lips is impossible to miss.

He takes the hint and just walks around the car and slips into the passenger seat. Don't worry Charles, he's not about to princess carry you inside. ]


It's, ah... more colourful, certainly. [ He could say so much more about it. He probably still will, given time. For now he just props his elbow on the window and glances over at Charles. ] I don't know. I have rather fond memories of that.
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[personal profile] lufeng 2025-05-17 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Good Morning
Lu Feng was not the one to go bonking his head on low ceilings or doorframes, so his immediate thought upon the pounding ache in his skull pulling his consciousness was that something had somehow gotten the jump on him. Snapping back to alertness had him jerking up, hand jolting to his head with the hope of soothing that throbbing, only to find that he's been... patched up already? A distrustful glare was shot to all of the unusual faces he's found himself surrounded by (who are these people??) but it seemed like no matter what, the only option was being saddled with a debt.

Lu Feng did not want to be here.

He did not want to be in this odd place, surrounded by complete strangers and very clearly being extorted and taken advantage of in his dazed state.

But what choice did he have, if not to keep going? He knew how to drive, and there wasn't anything worth staying for here in the Scrapyard, so. Off he'd go. If he had any sort of luck, he'd find some sort of answer to how he woke up here, how he could find his way back, something worth going forward for.

Or. Perhaps. He would be stopped on his endeavor, just a temporary pause. At his core, Lu Feng was not one to ignore someone in need, and someone on the side of the road - a car accident, someone who looks like they've straight-up just collapsed... Hm. Lu Feng would not call out, but as his car rolled to a smooth stop, his window rolled down to take a look at what's going on, he gave whoever might be in eye-shot a Look. What's going on here, then?


The Pavilion
No matter how hard he scourged for answers that he wanted, for a way home, for the possible whereabouts of the person he wanted most to find, Lu Feng found himself empty handed. All he could do for the time being was... to survive, really.

He'd need to find something to eat, he'd need to find a place to sleep, and, if he were to sty here long term... he'd need to find a way to pay off that debt.

Taking up a graveyard shift in a warehouse was not very glamourous, but it let him work in relative solitude, he assumed. Not having to do any customer-facing work was ideal, the less he had to mingle with others, the better. Unless that peaceful work he threw himself in to were also taken up by another new arrival, hard up for money. Wouldn't that be silly.

Food was a little easier to come by with even just a little bit of extra money to his name. How kind, that there were vendors handing out free samples, since there were surely plenty of offerings that Lu Feng would be wholly unfamiliar with. Such as these chocolate-covered... morsels? He eyed the offered cup suspiciously, thinking it over for a split second before asking, "What, exactly, are these?"


[OOC: Brackets or prose are fine, I'll switch styles to match whatever you wanna hit me with! I'm also up for a wildcard, if one is wanted!]
Edited 2025-05-17 20:27 (UTC)
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[personal profile] frostfist 2025-05-17 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Demoted to pack mule....But honestly there are worse fates and he had offered to begin with, so there's no noise of protest as he follows behind her as they make their way out of the store. If they get a few weird looks between now and the door....well, again, it's not anything he hasn't gone through before.

Once they do make it outside, he glances around. Left, then right. ]


Should we find someplace to sit?

[ Not that he isn't perfectly content to pull double duty as a table, but it'd be easier for them both if he didn't. ]
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[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-05-17 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's rough, buddy. For the best(???), maybe, that he doesn't tend to dwell overmuch on his own mental health. But lucky for him, the kind of crazy you can (theoretically) catch from the Lazarus Pit doesn't really manifest in loss of reality, so much. So it's probably not quite something he has to worry about. For all the ways he's been raised a jaded Gotham skeptic...he's pretty sure this is happening.

So, back to basics. The provocative posture is a reflex. Standing your ground in the face of the Bigger Guy, lest you get yourself backed into a corner. He's not stupid, though, and he's new in town—he's not looking to pick every fight that comes his way. Not in a rush to drop this guy just for being in the wrong place at the right time. But he's lived in places like this as a kid. Knows the distant rhythms of violence that tend to serve as backdrop on nights like this. (Domestic, opportunistic...the works.) So the thump of movement above them gets his attention. Eyes darting up, then down to Marc's very deliberate little gesture at the ceiling. Then back onto the guy's face. Quick.

He ticks the seconds of quiet that follow down in the back of his head. Then shrugs. Pulls his (empty) hands from his pockets. Spreads his them out in front of him in a gesture of apparent (provisional) goodwill. Okay. He'll bite.
]

Sure you are. [Comfort and assistance, huh.] And I'm the department of health and safety. Heard there's some trash around here that needed taking out.

[A little on the nose, but they're not exactly being subtle. Whatever Housekeeping is actually up to, he's successfully threaded the needle to tip him over from suspicious to suspicious-but-curious. So that's...progress.]

Maybe I just got the wrong floor.

[What d'you think?]