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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] foretells 2025-05-17 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, oh! Is he also from Lumiere? She doesn't recognize him or his clothes, but hey, maybe he's had to grab some new threads here. Sciel's smile is a broad thing, unfettered by worry, and she motions for him to join her and give his assessment. Which she absolutely trusts, honestly; what does she know about cars like this? ]

Mm, not quite. If we had them before it was a long time ago and we've fallen out of style of using them.

[ Especially in comparison to the big one on offer. And she's never seen anything quite so colorful either, so that's the surprise. Sciel hums in thought, looking both cars over again. The advice is sound, and it's for want of room that she keeps coming back to the more rugged car; if she finds the others out here, she wants them to have the room they need to lay back and relax.

Trunk space, too, for supplies. ]


I think you've sold me on the bigger one. I appreciate the advice. I was agonizing over it.

[ Girl, it's a car. Relax. ]

Wasn't sure if I was getting a raw deal or not. [ Again, what does she know? None of these cares are Esquie-shaped. ] I'm Sciel. You just pop into existence here too?
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so it begins

[personal profile] tolight 2025-05-17 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The thing is, the man that's trapped in a flooding room seemed a lot calmer about his predicament than she had been. Not relaxed — that would have been even more worrying — but not panicking. Focused. He holds up a binder and points to a series of symbols, tilting his head towards the side of the building. She can't help but glance over at the rising, murky waters inside. When she arrived at the window, they were at his shins. By the time she left, it had climbed up past his knees.

It's not a lot of time, is the thing. And while the gravity of the situation will not break her, and she has no intentions of losing a man she has never met before in her life — her chest tightens with anxiety anyway. ( Perhaps it would have been easier if there was something to slay. ) It's sheer grit and determination that has her visualizing the symbols in her head, again and again, not quite clocking when she doesn't need to anymore ( it obscures the peripherals, like spots in her vision. Except it's a star with six points and an arrow with a strange fletching and —).

She tries not to think about the fact that she doesn't remember pressing the buttons. But they're glowing green when she blinks the next time. There's a dull but constant ache high on her arm, another at her knee. A sharper one at her cheek. She presses her finger tips against the center point, instinctively, and grimaces when it stings. She pulls her hand back and realizes that she can't see anything except the dull glow of the symbols. They look bigger. Her mouth tastes coppery.

There's a man trapped in a building.

The good news, if she could call it that — the doors are wide open by the time she stumbles back to the main street. She's pushing past the last of the rushing waters as she gets to the door, hand clutching the door handle as she peers inside ( her right hand originally, until tightening her grip against the metal hurts, and swaps to her left without a single thought ). If she remembers last—

She looks up by happenstance, and jumps. ]
Oh. [ Hi, she's back. Bloodier than before, technically, if either of them could really see it — but she's back. ]
Edited (finds typos a million years later hi sorry bye) 2025-05-18 06:00 (UTC)
stonethrow: <user name=megascopes> (pic#17823203)

noted on your game point! no spoilers here :)

[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-17 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
( something about the approaching man worries gustave, and it's just the thing, really, for him to get out of his own head. here is an injured man, speaking a little more slurred than perhaps he realizes, and it spurs gustave into action, picking himself up from where he's sitting. )

I haven't, no. I was hoping the manual ( —which he has by now left on the ground with his other belongings— ) could offer some more technical advice than the very basics of it.

( but... more importantly... )

Are you alright? You are — stumbling a little.

( he reaches with his hands, hesitantly, just in case. )
littlemushroom: (147)

SURPRISE

[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-17 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[[aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA

He'd definitely managed to slam on the brakes before he went colliding with the actual building, but those were absolutely people scrambling away from his vehicle. Oh no. Oh man. An Zhe was normally an excessively calm person, but Oh No.

Gustave was met with a wide eyed look and a few wild blinks before An Zhe was frantically opening the door.]]

I didn't-- I didn't hit you did I??? [[PANIC]] Did I hit them??

[[Yes.]]
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[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-05-17 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[If hearing Laura's voice was the best thing to happen in five years, this is the second best. She's real. She's real. He holds on tight, nuzzles his face into her hair for as long as he can before they part just enough to see each other. Because they need that just as much as anything else.

An incredulous laugh, thick with emotion, bubbles out of him out of an uncertain smile, and he leans their foreheads together.]


I think things are already blowing up enough out here without your help. [And given her own tears, she knows. She knows what happened. She's aware of her situation, or this wouldn't be such an insane stab to the heart. What does that mean for him? Is he dead? Is this were souls go between? Or has she been resurrected?

He's not thinking he'll get any concrete answers. The most important part is that they're both here. It's the only thing that matters in this moment.]
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-17 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
( And then it starts to rain straight up from the ground in the least Forrest Gump way possible, and Frank's eyes rip away from Clint to dart around his surroundings. They seek out the way black ichor seems to exist not in the spectrum of color they're meant to see, but just behind it, perceived without being perceivable. There is something bleak and dark and wrong with this place, something supernatural, something cosmically wrong — and while that might be in Clint's wheelhouse, it isn't in Frank's.

Military incursions, political corruption, gang violence, sure, all of that he's as familiar with as the back of his own hand. The other things that began creeping into their world years back? The ones the government still tries like hell to keep from the general population? Yeah, he's got no face-time with any of that shit.

So when Clint coughs out meds like he expects them to stick around for even a second longer, Frank barks out a short, derisive laugh and just stands, hauling the guy up to his feet as he goes.
)

You gotta be kiddin' me, are you outta your god damn mind? Let's go.

( Combined with a half-hearted effort at bodily dragging Clint along with him. If he wants to stick around and die to whatever this is, Frank's not gonna be the one to interrupt his suicide attempt — but he's also not hanging around watching Cthulhu eat the fucking building because there's a twenty percent chance something in that waterlogged sludge pile is still edible to humans after floating in this horrifying soup for several minutes. Fuck that. )
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-17 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
( he looks up at the young man speaking to him, uninvited but certainly not unwelcome. the fact that this kind of frustration and sympathy for how very useless the information they've been given seems to be a not-just-a-gustave-problem puts him at ease, truly.

(brain surgery? cereal box? klingon???) )


Ah—

( the offer comes forth without prompting, catching gustave by surprise. he recovers easily enough to fetch them from his pants' pocket, presenting the keyring. )

I do have the keys. ( but, ) You aren't busy, are you?

( to be fair, to gustave, he seems a little jittery, like he's got things to get to. perception might be wrong, though. )
littlemushroom: (086)

>:T

[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-17 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
It seemed extremely likely that the business model here was framed entirely around beggars can't be choosers. So you know. You couldn't choose your eggs, Colonel.

"They're... odd." Weirdly addicting in their own peculiar way. He picked up a cup to hold out to Lu Feng. "Very crunchy."
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[personal profile] variantcover 2025-05-17 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Great, more questions requiring Gwen to come up with a pleasant, neutral answer that won't freak Scott out. ]

I... saw you on TV.

[ Not technically a lie. It's just that when Gwen first saw Scott Summers on TV, he was in a cartoon. ]
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HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY

[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-17 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, hey

( the panic is palpable before the door is even opened, and gustave is catching the young man's shoulders lest he spills out into the street and has a full-blown panic attack. )

I'm perfectly fine — take a moment to breathe.

( panic attacks in lumiere, back home, are common. they all learn to deal with them in their own ways, but more often than not gustave has found himself trying to reach to others, to ease their worries.

which is why he makes the executive decision not to answer his question about hitting the other guys. )


Easy does it. ( gustave waits for him to do a few successful breathing iterations, before asking, ) You're not hurt, are you?
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[personal profile] tolight 2025-05-17 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Just to be kind! It's technically a little hypocritical of her, considering she was eyeing Viktor's offer in another thread suspiciously — but well, best intentions and all that. It is delicious. Decadent. It's sweet and cloying, with enough of a crunch to keep it from sticking to her teeth too badly.

Lucina smiles when the tiny paper tray leaves her hand, gently shaking her head. ]
The opposite, I'm afraid. The shell's nothing like what I've had before — it practically melted in my mouth. And whatever was encased inside had quite the kick...!

[ She's no gourmet, but she tries to give a thorough review. She really does want Samus to partake in the joys of chocolate covered alien eggs!! ]
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[personal profile] apapalypse 2025-05-17 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ "How to bicycle". Joel scans the younger man up and down like he's looking for a clear indication of where this guy's disconnect is. Is he really this clueless? Obtuse? Or is this just all part of the bit? Given him the benefit of the doubt might be warranted, but Joel isn't that generous with strangers. (Or with pretty much anyone.) No matter how "innocent" they read. ]

These "bicycles" don't come with training wheels.

[ Which is exactly what this guy would need. And probably a helmet and knee pads. ]

Say stuff like that and people're gonna take that bet.

[ Despite himself, Joel walks over, if only to make a point that if he's really as inept as he's playing at, this is a bad idea. He doesn't ask for permission, instead swinging his leg over the bike to sit on the seat. He balances it easily, both feet planted on the ground.

Joel wisely turns the engine off. Then placing his hands on the handle bars, he pulls back on the right, turning it towards him. ]


Throttle.

[ Two fingers on the bar behind it. ]

Break.

[ Then leaning it slightly onto his left foot, he raises the right to place on a small pedal by the rear wheel. ]

Rear break.

[ He shifts, switching his right foot to the floor and his left to a pedal. ]

Shift.

[ Placing both feet back on the ground, he straightens the bike between his legs and pulls on the bar on the left handle. ]

Clutch. This is what turns your engine on and off.

[ The look he gives the younger man is pointed. ]

But you got no business being on this thing if you don't know how to ride a bike.
Edited (i know english) 2025-05-17 21:16 (UTC)
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-17 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Mhm, that one. They did smell good.

[[They do smell good. He really had wanted to try them, and with it right there under his nose, he found no reason to not go along with this. With his own little cup in one hand, he somewhat awkwardly held open his other hand. He's clearly very good at exchanges.]]

Would you like an egg?
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Re: arrival

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-17 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[It makes sense that there should be some kind of legal requirement for operating these things. Unfortunately, that is about the only concept that Alucard can process as Monts speaks.

He's quiet as he listens, arms folded and shoulders tense.]


How exactly does the machine move?
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-17 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Charles will laugh on the other end of seeing Erik in that ridiculous car so they'll both be able to mock each other over it. The van itself though is spacious. There are several seats in the back that can also be moved to make more room, so if he ever does need to take a few people somewhere, they can fit comfortably. Inside the groovy colorful van. He's grateful for it, even if it does make him sigh every time he sees it.

Charles makes a face. ]


Oh piss off! [ The death glare shot toward Erik at the short joke smoothly transitions into Charles choking back a surprised laugh. ] You prick.

[ He forgot how fast and sharp Erik's humor could be even if it came on the end of a low blow. Not that Charles cares much about short jokes now. Everyone towers over him. Still, he'll give it to him. Their height difference did used to be quite pronounced. ]

It did have electricity though, which I cannot say about my current residence.

[ They're lucky frankly that it isn't chillingly cold, it should be bearable until the power comes back on. He knows that Erik is far more accustomed to that kind of living from his travels hunting Nazis, but the pampered Charles will probably always complain a little bit. ]
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just a lil man

[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-17 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[[Ohhh he'd never intended on being one of the xenogenics that went around wreaking havoc in a human base. Causing harm simply was not his prerogative.

So it was a relief that this fellow seemed alright at least. An Zhe blinked up at him again with those steadying hands at his shoulders, doing as he was told. A manual breath in, a manual breath out. He was not a murderous mushroom.]]

No. [[Pause.]] I stayed upright this time.
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[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-17 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sciel sees him when he descends the railing, though her attention remains on her 'customer' (is that the right word? it's not like she's getting paid...) until they leave. With a press of her hands, the cards vanish into seemingly nowhere, and she glances over to her new visitor. ]

It looks like a new beginning found you, huh?

[ She can't say it's quite the same for her, but that would be wallowing in feelings, and she'd rather just stay in the moment. Her fingers aren't twitchy but almost need the stimulation, as she rises just to sit on the railing of the fire escape instead of cross-legged on the floor.

With a hum, Sciel looks up, peering at the stars from beneath the lines of metal grated steps. ]


I don't think these are my stars, honestly. Not that it'd be much of a problem, but it feels a little weird to just ask them for help without talking to them, you know?

[ It's...impossible to tell if she's joking or if she's being serious. ]

But the uncertainty is rife all around; that much is unavoidable. [ Another flick of the wrist and she summons a card, her eyes still on the sky.

The card turns over in her fingers, looking like a deep, blue star. ]
A lot of questioning and curiosity. Feeling lost. I think that's par for the course, right?
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-17 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that was kinda by accident. [ What you see is what you get with him, he doesn't flub something to make himself look good, won't claim that stopping was some kind of hero thing. At the same time, he has a good sense of how most people handle themselves in most situations, and going as far as saying, I was gonna just leave you behind is right on that edge. He wouldn't care what this guy thinks of him for it, but he's also a stranger in a strange land and he's not out to purposefully piss people off or make enemies. If he happens to, by waying of being himself, well — that's fair. The implication is probably there, that he would have left, but rather than linger in it since he did stop, he moves onto the next thing. ]

Still getting used to running it.

[ A car is a piece of equipment he hasn't used before. It's not so complicated that he couldn't figure out the basics, and how to get the car to actually move forward. But it doesn't mean he knows all the intricacies of it yet, how to shift it correctly, how to keep it running smooth.

So he wasn't necessarily gonna stop of his own accord, but at the same time, something keeps him from just getting back into the car and driving off, too.

Maybe it's just because he figures anyone like this he comes across, well, it means they've just had a hell of a day, too. Kind of like him. For some people, that might bring out a sense of connection or community. For someone like Amos, who doesn't feel those things exactly like others, for now it brings out a feeling of, this is just what's happening now. More or less.

The music sputters and stops, starts to play again, seems to have a mind of its own. But Amos kneels by the man, assesses him, feels the pull of his healing ribs crying out at the movement, but that doesn't stop him getting closer. ]


You look like shit, by the way.
Edited 2025-05-17 21:39 (UTC)
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[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-05-17 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[You know what? Even though he maybe actually for a second died to get those crates for a hot payday, and thus would feel like a lifetime of wasted effort? Fuck that. Fuck all of whatever this is. Maybe this is just what happens in diffusion zones when they stop existing?

No idea. He's up, he's up, he's coming, even if he still has to be half-dragged about it for how shaky his legs feel. Sturdy enough to be up and moving, but still kinda fucked.

The rain falls in the right direction once outside. It's still a torrential downpour, but Clint feels like that means whatever's going on inside is only confined to the inside. Still, a little distance never hurt nobody, in case he's fucking wrong about that. He stumbles back to his car, the floor flooded from the water splashing over the edges of the tarp. But he's not gonna drown in it, so. Beggars, choosers.]
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[personal profile] apapalypse 2025-05-17 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Morbid, but topical. No sense in pretending a place is anything but what it is. It doesn't take an experienced survivor of any apocalypse to see that this place is shady as all hell.

Joel raises both eyebrows for a second of short consideration followed but a fast shrug. ]


If they're lucky.

[ It's the quickest, cleanest method of execution. But she has a decent point, ruling by terror is effective in a lot of ways, even though it breeds the deepest resentment. Breeds resistance efforts, effective or not. ]

"You catch more flies with honey than vinegar."

[ He quotes in his own soft Texan accent. Joel glances at her with another small shrug. ]

Don't work on everyone.

[ Like the two of them, apparently. ]
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-17 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rude and decisive. A lot like Logan, admittedly. It's interesting how the more he talks to this girl and learn more about her, he's able to pick up hints of how much she and Logan are similar. It's a bit jarring, truthfully, but Scott rolls with it as he nods when she beckons for them to continue their conversation outside.

Furtively glancing back, he eyes the supermarket personnel he asked for a favor and while they're both away from their view, he quietly slips out of the establishment to follow Laura.

He leans on the brickwork wall just beside her. ]


So, who's they? [ You know, the one who made him look nice. ]
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[personal profile] tolight 2025-05-17 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not that she's never been in a big city before, but more that her idea of a 'big city' have never been this big; in both size and in population and everything else in between. A part of her clocks the feeling as something similar to the first time she saw Ylisstol — lively, pristine, standing — in her adulthood, when she realized that crowds could be both overwhelming and isolating at once. Not that either of those things are bad, just ... different.

Ultimately, all it means is that she spends more time walking than driving, letting her feet take her where they may as she slowly builds a mental map of the city. It's slow going, but there's something both familiar and productive about it all that has her stubbornly keep at it, bit by bit.

... It really is slow, though. Lucina's been stopping nearly every time someone calls out to her, regardless of the reason. Most of them try to make a sale, which she's smart enough to gently decline, but— well. That's how she's stopped this time around, too. A man trying to get her agreement about something. ]


I — what? [ Propriety is temporarily abandoned as she tries to get her head straight about what the merchant is talking about. Her eyes are wide — in direct contrast to Fern's glare — surprise comically evident on her face as she glances between the man's face and the little device in his hand. ] I apologize, I'm not sure— a phone, you said?

[ His eyes light up at the thought of suckering two people into making a purchase, and immediately launches into an explanation of what it can do. The basics to start, like the ability to make calls or send texts to just about anyone here in the Diadem, regardless of how far they are. How cool!! ]
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[personal profile] lufeng 2025-05-17 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
The pickings were slim, certainly, and there were plenty of hungry mouths to feed. It was a smart business model, but did anyone need to sustain themselves solely on these odd little eggs?

Well, at least the person paid to push them was familiar enough with the product to vouch for them. "Hmm." He leaned in a little bit to get a better look at that tiny cup and the treat(?) it held. Was he fully convinced just yet...?

"You've tried them?"
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he deserves it tbh

[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-17 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When someone's tire blows and is then subsequently sent careening into someone else's vehicle, the last thing they expect to happen is for the person they hit to retaliate by hitting them right back. It's a little ridiculous. Actually, it's more than a little. It just is.

(Though if he's being honest, he probably would have reacted in a similar fashion had their positions been reversed. But that's neither here nor there.)

Already in the throes of trying to keep his car upright he now has to overcompensate his turning to stay upright the other way. Whether this person knows it though, they had inadvertently prevented him from toppling over completely into the ditch. When they come to a screeching halt he all but throws himself out of the car, annoyance written across his face as he storms over to the driver's side of the truck. ]


What were you thinking? My tire blew out - you could have made things worse!
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-17 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
( Once it's clear Clint's on board with the plan, the half-hearted dragging becomes full-hearted. It's winding one of Clint's arms over his shoulder, shoving himself up against his side, and bearing half his weight so those shaky legs can hurry their asses up. It's time to get the fuck outta here.

The free air tastes better than the mildew from inside the building, and the front door bangs closed behind them as though a warning, a reminder that they're completely and utterly unwelcome inside.

He means to drag the guy to his van, but those legs find the strength to steer at last, and he lets Clint lead the charge, only loosening his hold when it's clear Clint's stable enough to shove himself under that tarp without biting it.

Only half of Frank's body ducks in after him, his side pressed against cold, wet metal, seeking out a momentary reprieve from all the wet trying to soak his face and blur his vision.

A god damn tarp.

He just un-drowned an Avenger and shoved him under his car-tarp. This place is fucking unbelievable, and he'd love to point that out, but instead, all he says at first is a flat:
)

Nice ride. ( It's only half-sarcastic. And then: ) If you plan on stormin' back in to fight shadows with a bow and arrow, you're on your own.

( Just so they're clear — this rescue party ends at chronic stupidity. Everybody's gotta draw the line somewhere. )