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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] lufeng 2025-05-17 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Lu Feng lifted his eyebrows a bit in response to that frown. Gosh, no need to be so sassy about it, he was only trying to make sure An Zhe was feeling fine after eating a mystery egg treat or two.

But. Also. "Are you sure?" He asked, yet he still extracted the sample from the cup. Oh... oh, it was a little goopy, wasn't it?
avo: (o12)

the blocks! lfg

[personal profile] avo 2025-05-17 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey! Hey!

[ One moment Cassian's being overwhelmed by a stranger, and the next two strong hands are pulling the stranger up and off of him. This is followed by a grunt of protest, a 'Who the fuck are you??' and the sound of a fist meeting flesh and bone as a guy in dark sunglasses punches Cassian's assailant, the force of it sending the man off-course and towards the opposite wall. He crumples over, struggling to get back to his feet and meet his new opponent head-on, but Matt knows better. This is far from his first fight, after all, and he follows the man down, towering over him to pound another fist forward.

The stranger goes out like a light, unconscious but not dead.

A little winded, Matt now pushes himself to his feet to check on the other guy, gesturing back to the stranger. ]


Making friends, huh? [ A joke. ] You okay?
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-17 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, that's right. Electric lights are a novelty for Maria.]

I'm concerned about this place and how it runs on debts, otherwise I might be more willing to consider the electricity component.

[Also like, he grew up with electric lights they're not new for the dhampir.

He follows after Maria all the same.]
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[personal profile] healbuff 2025-05-17 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[He grins when she places the extra chunky peanut butter into his basket and then gestures to her to follow him. There's a few more items he wants to pick up.]

To be fair, not a lot of people are born thinking that way. They get taught.

[Thanks Mom and Grandma.

He takes a small bottle of white vinegar and drops it in his basket before replying.
]

My name's River. You?
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-17 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The thing about this whole situation now is that there are little threads that have been pulled, tugged on, shifted. This weird guy was really serious about getting to the cheese faster, he quietly moved to the back of the line. The kid he was hassling isn't being hassled anymore. All told, it went just fine. Best you can ask for in situations that have the potential to escalate.

This should be the end of it. Amos is five people away from a toothpick of cheese and he's damn sure gonna enjoy it. That's really all that matters right now.

except he asked a question and what he's hearing in response just — tugs at him. In that way where he can't just plaster on the amiable smile he's mastered, nod, and call it a day. It's not that Amos thinks this kid is completely helpless; he doesn't know him enough to make that judgment. It's just that there's a tug at the back of his mind, a feeling he couldn't name. Something about how he sounds, the way he talks, makes Amos think he hasn't been in a place like this before. But more than that (since this place is technically new to all of them), like he hasn't been...really much of anywhere before. ]


Three times, you can almost call yourself a pro.

[ There's little inflection in his voice, but he actually means this seriously. He's not being sarcastic. ]

First time you get on it, you're just feeling it out. Second time, now you test it, get your feet right, posture right. Third time, bring it all together. And you did. [ This, to him, is simply a statement of fact, how the sequence of events must have played out. It may or may not sound like praise, but if it does, that's not exactly how he means for it to sound. Still, there's another thread — ]

What's up with your family?
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[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-17 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peepaw gets it. As if it isn't bad enough that you have to pretend to keep what she has now been informed is a "resting bitch face" in check, she also has to wear something absolutely terrible looking too. Alisaie has never been at the forefront of fashion but even she knows that she'd never be caught dead wearing this if she didn't absolutely have to.

His kind words act a little like a soothing balm against the ill-fitted polyester shirt she's wearing however and she can't help but puff up a bit. She'll be insisting that he take more - she had seen the shine of someone wistfully hoping for a taste of delicious cheese in his eyes - but then he has the gall to hint at being cheeky. And well, she can't help but feel like she's literally speaking to her grandfather. Though nostalgia tugs at her heart, Alisaie's lips quirk as she struggles to hold back a smile and her eyes can't help but shine a little mischievously back. ]


Does that mean you'll also vouch for me if my shift manager comes barreling around a corner? They move stealthier than a shinobi - I almost had to wonder if they were one before arriving here.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-17 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, it is good that there's no panic involved. Alucard will say that much. So he moves to the far edge as well but--

Something feels off. Alucard pauses, looking over his shoulder. He felt something. He's not sure what. But something.

There's nothing there. He turns back, eyes fixed on the water level.]
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[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-17 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She does appear to be out of sorts, at least in comparison to the bleak landscape that stretches between the Scrapyard and the city beyond. Though there have apparently been several like him moving from point A to point B, the road itself has been largely uninhibited by both man or car. So when there's a spark of color to the side, he slows down.

Well...slows down as best as he can. In truth, G'raha has never piloted a vehicle quite like this before, but he's managing decently. Even if stopping is a little jerky and he really needs to learn to drive a stick shift.

He rolls down the window, getting a full blast of the music. His ears flatten a bit on the top of his head instinctively as he tries to call out above it. ]


--Miss? Are you alright?
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[personal profile] healbuff 2025-05-17 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[His look is sheepish at her words and one hand moves to scratch at his head and run the fingers through his hair.]

Magician, no. Though to be real with you? I know a few.

[Witches, technically.]

What I can do isn't magic. Might look like it, but it ain't it.
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[personal profile] positivelyroomy 2025-05-17 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Martin had walked in step with John through multiple hellscapes before he’d reached his own – and while he loathed the idea of being sustained by others’ suffering, he’d lingered awhile longer than he had in others. Even then, the version of himself he’d made to exist to not be alone had called him on his bullshit. That… that was the crux of it. He’d hoped that by some fluke, that someone would raise a wand and poof – there they would be, having a very cinematic kiss over the corpse of Jonah Magnus and it would all be okay. But he had to be honest with himself; he was very aware of the possibility that John would succumb to that heavy burden of guilt. It didn’t matter that the man had never asked for this power – neither of them had – John would inevitably do something drastic. The thought that he would have to kill John had made itself an unwelcome, uneasy guest before Other Martin twisted it deeper into his awareness.

He didn’t think he could do it. He’d plucked at the strings the Web had sewn -- a tapestry stretched taut at all four corners of their world, and hoped Annabelle would give him The Answer, an alternative that could save them both. It had been foolish, and yet... They’re here, wherever ‘here’ is.

He doesn’t have it in him to tell John that he was right, because Martin doesn’t think there could have been a right answer. He’d still had to do the unthinkable.

John leans into him and he's met with the overwhelming urge to never let him go — ]
R-right. Did you– [ There’s a soft, muttered curse as he very carefully pulls back enough to take some of the pressure off of John’s chest, clearly at odds if he should laugh or cry. He is, more or less relieved, and sinks back to lean against the edge of the cot. ] Did you happen to forget an anniversary or something? Seems a bit extreme, if you ask me. [ He’d tried to force an airy tone. He managed wet, but his smile matches the warm cadence of John's voice, and he never wanted to think that he'd have to wonder if he'd hear it again. Martin reaches for his hand instead. ] I think your boyfriend's a bit of a dick.
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[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-05-17 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh shit. Right. He's alive. And so's the other guy. Clint startles, coughs, tries to parse the idea being gotten across.

Coffee. Hot and warmth and dry and inside and sitting. Resting. Right. Sure. Yeah. Just let him get up and climb out of his car which takes a hell of a lot more effort than it really should. Maybe he could call out for help, but he's determined to--to, what, make an asshole of himself? Hurt himself?

It can't be a pride thing; he already died in front of the guy.

He gets several steps toward the entrance of the offbrand IHOP (unless this is on brand?) before he tries to call out.]
Hey- [And that alone takes the wet air out of him. Has to try and take a couple more breathes.] Help? [Please.

Whether he gets that help or not, a supporting arm to help him the rest of the way as the last dregs of adrenaline wears off, he does get to slide into a booth across from. This guy. Clint slumps. Again.]


Thanks.

[Guy deserves a lot more than a thanks, but it's a place to start.]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-17 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( when he says that he's been in countries like hers, wanda sighs, because it sucks knowing that it's not a unique plight. that while she escaped with her life, so many don't, and the world promises they'll never let this happen again, and yet it does—again and again and again.

she spears the last one of her dumplings and chews into it, moving a few steps to the side, closer to the wall, to toss her trash away, see this man now at a different angle, facing him. a few people walk by past them, but the rush for food has quieted down significantly since their conversation started.

(even if he's a boxer, and whatever else, wanda still thinks she could take him on. telekinetic powers and all would give her an unfair advantage, but she's not also considering he may be gifted in some way, too.)

averting her gaze again at this sudden personal admittance, wanda isn't sure how to react to that. she shrugs, nonchalant, then lifts a hand to scratch behind her ear. )


And yours isn't like my father's.

( it's neutral enough, to mirror each other like this. her heart thunders in her chest as wanda, for a moment, struggles to remember her father's face. she glances up at his, if just to make sure she remembers him, later, in this sea of strangers.

she offers him this: )


I don't like talking about where I'm from.

( not casually, not unprompted. it's too painful. )
argumentiste: (12)

HEE HEE HEE HO HO HO

[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-17 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For once it seems their priorities are reversed. Alisaie's attentions are so focused on ensuring that they have everything they need that is both a necessity and theirs from home before they set out that she doesn't even notice the familiar pair of feline ears. At the mention of the Exarch however her gaze snaps up from their rudimentary list to follow Alphinaud's gaze. ]

No.

[ Her "no" is less in disagreement and more to do with her being shocked that anyone else they know from their star is here at all. Granted, it would be logical that that were the case - they had all ended up washed up on the beach together in the First after all.

There's no hesitation as she follows hot on the heels of her brother, immediately sliding up behind G'raha as well to peer over his other shoulder. And as twins are want to do she completes Alphinaud's sentence without missing so much of a beat. ]


Cat rears?

[ And while her little lord of a brother is more polite, she has no such qualms, laughter pealing from her mouth for the first time since arrival. ]
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[personal profile] smilefornow 2025-05-17 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
None at all? We had cars, they just...didn't work. Well, I suppose it's more accurate to say we had parts of cars.

[Husks, really, stripped of anything useful long ago. Not all helpful to Arthur's current predicament. Maybe he should have paid more attention to them, he'd always had a knack with machines, but it had never occurred to him. They were...well...skeletons, in a way. It seemed wrong to disturb them.

Granted, his little bus is in roughly the same aesthetic condition. But with a bit of fixing up, it could be a bloody groovy little automobile.]


Ah, well, I'm certainly game to give it a go!

[There isn't much of a choice. And thinking ahead, the automobiles they've both ended up with are terribly useful for a nomadic sort of life. The big one's practically a flat on wheels, or could be. The odd young lady could live very comfortably in a thing like that.

Besides, it's nice to get a bit of encouragement. It's been a while since anyone gave him that.]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-17 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
( you're like me, and wanda could reflect that same sentiment back at him. she hasn't met someone who can do what she can do before, which is why she's 'a miracle', 'weird', a 'problem'.

she glances down the hall, into the maw of darkness, and knows that he isn't really trying to chase her, but she knows he's there.

wanda takes a few hesitant steps forward, hand reaching out to find the wall, just to give herself more room between them. )

Saying that you aren't going to hurt me isn't very reassuring.

( though, perhaps the guy is enthused, to find someone like him. she lingers, holds her hand against the wall and curls it into a fist. )
It's not good.
To be like this.

You shouldn't want to let others know.
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[personal profile] healbuff 2025-05-17 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Can't argue with that. You do what you can, I'll read.

[He lets Henry keep hold of the binder and quickly scans the text and the symbols. Years of deep and rigorous academic study and interpreting and writing his own dense medical texts helps him find the release code and the instruction much sooner than expected (he ignores the words that try to obstruct his view, insistently sneering at him with "EVERYONEDIESYOUCAN'TSAVETHEMALLYOU'LLDIEITDOESN'TMATTEREVERYONEDIESYOU'REJUSTPROLONGINGITBUFFOONFOOLTOTHEEND-"

River clicks his tongue, squinting past the distraction.
]

Damn. The pin pad is outside. You find anyone yet?

[Luckily for them both, there are several people in the building, and the closest presence is rapidly approaching where they are.]
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-17 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's a hell of a visual, and — yeah, it's not Amos' best day, either. He wouldn't be the one to ever phrase it like this guy, but the sentiment is understood. ]

So — not actually great.

[ Yeah. They're on the same page there. ]

You were really in a hurry to get outta there, huh? How far did you think you were gonna get like this?

[ It might sound like judgment of some kind, but it's more about him genuinely trying to work out this guy's deal. Stubborn, determined, and thinking he was way better off than he actually was, at the very least. What else?

He can get that, to a certain extent, but he sure was gonna be in a world of trouble pretty soon. Worse than just spinning out and puking his guts out on the side of the road. Given that, Amos still can't say he would have been compelled to stop and help for the sake of helping, at least not when this started. Not like some people.

But he's here now and this guy looks like he's about to lose whatever's left of his stomach again so, wordlessly, Amos just hooks an arm around his good elbow, tries to support in getting him up. If the guy is smart, he thinks, he'll take the support. ]
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-17 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
His brows went up, and An Zhe's went down in a grumbly fashion. Hey. He's feeling very misrepresented here. He cares about your stomach, Lu Feng. "Of course."

Have you never had a chocolate covered strawberry, Lu Feng? It was just like that. Don't sweat it. (Neither of them knew what this meant.)
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-17 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yup. Just their luck. Honestly? He gets the annoyance. Not a ton of places for a guy to go sit unbothered with a decent cup of coffee. (Unbothered is the key word.) He's been in nowhere towns with slim pickings and giant downtown cores with a million diners, but never a city so haphazardly slapped together as this one. Not without some kinda war going on.

As far as he can tell, nothing like that's happening. Not yet, anyway. Guess there's still plenty of time.

Logan digs into his pocket, though it's not for his phone. He sticks a cigar between his lips. Took him two hours and a too-cheerful kid stocking the barely full shelves, but he managed to scrounge up a pack the other day. ]


'Bout twenty past. [ If his sense of time is right. He digs for a second longer. ] You got a light?
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-17 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
( Hey stops him, earns him a sideways look over Frank's shoulder, expectant. Help is a surprise; he's used to assholes too proud to admit when they need it. He says nothing when he doubles back, has no judgmental commentary to make when he offers one broad, steadying shoulder to act as a crutch. One slow step at a time, they make it inside, into a booth table that sticks to whoever sits in it just the same as they always do back home. Apparently, some things don't change regardless of which dimension you're in.

Then comes the thanks, and Frank eyes him again for another long second before he answers:
)

You're welcome.

( Simple as that. He was there, the guy needed help, Frank helped him. It's not that hero bullshit where you go out looking for somebody to save, that's not him, that's not what he was there for — but he's not about to leave somebody to up and god damn die when he could do something about it instead.

And it turns out it was a good call, too, considering who exactly it is he intervened for. Not that he gives a shit about the celebrity status, just that maybe the world might owe this asshole a favor or two for all the thankless shit he's done for it. Plus, it'd be a shame to let Hawkeye die when his namesake's used as a running joke between Scout Snipers during training. Nice shot, Hawkeye. Really suck the fun out of the joke if he turned up fucking dead.

The waitress swings by, and Frank takes the liberty of ordering their drinks for them with a relatively polite, vaguely charismatic,
)

Two cups of coffee, please, sweetheart. Matter 'fact, just leave the pot. Thank you, ma'am.

( Sue him for making assumptions, but Clint looks like a drowned rat that could hardly wheeze out a full sentence right now. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-17 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
( she catches the posting saying something about sorting, so encouraged by how well her little quip was received, by how he responds similarly, she points out something bluntly after answering his question.

(some might consider it rude, others might not really care at all.) )


It's been a few days since I got here.

( wanda tries to look him straight in the eyes, but his red-tinted sunglasses... sure hide them. )

Are you sure you'll be able to sort things out properly with those sunglasses?

( skewed colors and all. but good on scott, his demeanor has gotten wanda to be a little more open, even if her words have a tinge of raised defenses as she considers him properly. )
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[personal profile] variantcover 2025-05-17 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gwen finishes stacking the rest of the cans of motor oil (save for the one she stashed away in a secret corner of the warehouse to take home herself), and so she stands and picks up the empty crate, turning back towards Laura and shrugging. ]

Honestly, my days at this job are most likely numbered anyway. I might as well help a sister out while I'm here.

[ If she doesn't get fired soon, then she'll grow bored and quit. It's six of one, half dozen of the other. ]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-17 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
( he really isn't moving or trying to push her to let him help her. it's nothing personal; just wanda knowing that she has to be careful to keep herself safe. as it is, she is jealous of how others go about their arrival here with (seemingly) a lot more confidence than she has left in her reserves. she also thinks that, unlike them, she is wearing a prison uniform that's not exactly comfortable nor doing any good at keeping her warm, and she can feel every small pebble pressed onto the sole of her threadbare shoes.

wanda stares at him for several seconds, letting herself cast a net into his mind, see, on the surface, if this is someone who is good at lying, or someone who genuinely wants to help her.

in the end, her decision is made not through words offered, but by showing it. she steps off the bike, keeps her hands on the handlebars, and nods at him. it's a little too heavy for her (right now, she's hungry and a tired, but she will persevere), so it lists to the side. )


I just need to get it going.
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-17 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jayce holds out his hand as she removes the lug nuts to collect them, and set them aside where they won't get lost. He seems a little surprised when she offers that information, too, and his expression softens. ]

It is.

[ He returns her look with a knowing one, an I'm sorry for you, too, but doesn't linger on the subject. Behind them, Jayce hears the approach of another vehicle coming from the direction of the Scrapyard, and he turns his attention to that for a minute as it passes them by without any trouble.

A light drizzle starts. Jayce shifts his weight again, glances back to her as she works: ]


How long have you been here?
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[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-17 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Chocobo carriages move fast. And, though she's never been run over by one (or nearly run over in this case), she has to imagine that it isn't a very pleasant experience. Nor is it really something that anyone can prepare for. Especially after a particularly gruelling shift at the supermarket.

Thankfully she still has enough sense to do something. And this something in this particular case seems to be drawing her rapier and crystal as if she has any sort of abilities to stop a car from running into her head on.

All of which is to say that neither of them are in particularly dazzling moods and she can't help but sound incredulous. ]


You make this sound like it's my fault! The last I checked, these crosswalks are for people not vehicles.