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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] seavere 2025-05-18 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ she will give him a second, only because she can't do much else. she briefly tightens the grip on her own wheel and watches him move around. ]

[ unfortunately, anne barely knows how to drive the stupid thing. the mechanics are going to be far beyond her for a while. ]

[ she sneers at him when he pseudo-smirks. ew, don't do that at her. ]


Fuck no, I don't miss it. [ once she learns what a radio is, perhaps she WILL enjoy music that way. however, right now, she's prickly. ] Do they all do that?
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-18 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Somehow she's endeared by this woman's newly discovered passionate love for alien eggs. ]

Yolk. [ She huffs a sound that is almost a laugh. ] It's egg yolk.
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-18 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Billie, the Grim Reaper. She had a plan, that we could turn me into a bomb that could kill Chuck and Amara. He's been destroying all the universes he made, leaving ours for last.

[ Jack does wonder a lot about his grandfather. He wonders if he was always like this. He probably couldn't have been, to create something beautiful like all these earths, and the angels, who weren't always bad people, as Castiel assured him. Even his father wasn't born evil, like Jack wasn't, but things changed as time went on, and now Chuck is the ultimate villain. Jack's sad that he never got a chance to know his biological family, that an ending is all he can give them. ]

It didn't work, but it kind of did. Rowena, I'm ... absorbing power around me. I became a vacuum, I guess?

[ Jack wouldn't explain this to anyone else, but Rowena he can trust with everything, and she is far wiser than he is. She'll know what to do about it. This only just began happening and he's a little worried. Jack's overpowered problem has been a lifelong issue, and he's hurt many people along the way, accidentally much of the time. ]

Chuck brought back Lucifer and he and Michael had a fight in front of me, Lucifer died, and I absorbed all his life force, and the power of their fight and ... I was supposed to use it against Chuck but I'm here.

[ Lucifer alone and himself, those wouldn't be enough life forces to take on Chuck, but Sam and Dean were positive that he would kill Michael too, that was the plan. If Jack could absorb it all, he was the bomb that the could use to finish it. But he's not where he is supposed to be. ]
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POWER OUTAGE

[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-18 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Just when he was thinking of how nice it was to have the chance to bathe and lay down in a real bed, the lights outside flicker and the electricity goes out with a soft, unusual sound. Adrian doesn't really move, at first. He's well accustomed to sleeping without light. Though he ought to drag himself out of bed long enough to cast an alarm spell, he's quite warm and comfortable under the blanket... He's just thinking of living a bit dangerously when the thump against his door comes. It's loud, punctuated a cry, another thump, and then footsteps retreating.

He's at the door a moment later, pulling it open without thinking more of it. Sure enough, a stranger lays crumpled on his doorstep, his body slumping half inside as soon as the door is ajar. Adrian drops to his knees, starts to reach for the neck to check for a pulse, then catches himself before he does. No gloves. He'd taken them off to sleep. So, he can't touch the man's skin, but up close his breathing is obvious enough to make it clear that he's alive. Up on his feet again, Adrian grabs the man's jacket and heaves.

There are just a couple of problems:

1. The man is too heavy for him to move on his own, which wouldn't be too much of a problem really if not for...

2. He can hear shuffling, murmuring, and banging in the room next door. Someone — more than one person, most likely — is turning the place upside down looking for valuables, and it's very likely that their attention turn the moment they tire of their search.

Adrian hesitates, trapped like a deer in headlights. The hags' curse prevents him from acting quickly in such a situation; his limbs respond sluggishly to his futile attempts to drag the stranger inside. He's obviously struggling.

Though he would rather put his magic toward healing this poor man, he can turn it to defending himself, or at least to helping to bar the door once everyone is inside, if need be. If someone can help him drag the unconscious body, all he needs is another pair of hands. If they can fight, even better, because they're sure to be noticed very soon. ]
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it called to me...

[personal profile] satanicpanics 2025-05-18 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hey, it’s not the car’s fault you went from one nothing state to another, Henry...Blame your dad. Oh wait...

At this point, Eddie could easily just pass and head on his way at any speed he pleases, but he doesn’t. Maybe he wants to be a nuisance, or maybe he’s just curious enough to keep this conversation going. Either way, he continues at his sluggish speed alongside the Oldsmobile, grinning.
]

Nah, man. You know, just thought I’d try to get up to at least to the speed of the roadkill I passed back there.

[ Which is to say you’re going really slow, Henry. ]

You know this is like…the most open highway you can get, right? You really only wanna go—

[ He pauses to glance at his speedometer. ]

10 miles per hour?
chromiums: (yeah bring your knife to my gunfight)

[personal profile] chromiums 2025-05-18 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ she'd be furious to know he thought of her as a stranger. but it's true, isn't it? he doesn't know her. she only knows what she's seen on the news and heard the stories about what a legend he'd been. every one of the latter had been another scar over her heart, because she'd kept being told how important she was because of who her father had been, but he could never even be bothered to meet her.

but can she really hold onto that anger when she'd just had to do the same thing with her own daughter?

he tells her to move from the door - she can't hear him, but the message is still pretty clear. she obliges, a green glow encircling her hands in wisps as she tries to reach through the barrier to pull the rod being used as a battering ram the rest of the way through, in case him launching it isn't enough to break the door on its own. ]
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[personal profile] avo 2025-05-18 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Great. You try to help a guy from getting the shit kicked out of him, and he comes with an adoptee.

Matt tilts his head towards the dust droid, half-still keeping track of their pursuers footsteps, and makes the executive decision to just pick the damned thing up and haul ass up the stairs instead of arguing that the smarter move here would be to leave the thing in a closet somewhere. How much is it even worth?

It's fine. They're only on the third level of this derelict motel. Just 27 more flights to go. He can only hope that this guy has been working on his cardio, or they're going to have a few more problems ahead. ]


Head up first, I'll follow behind.
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[personal profile] nadine_he_loves 2025-05-18 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Nadine makes no comment, but she notes what he says. The particular wording. 'I don't feel them here'.

She can understand that, though in her case, she doesn't want to be found. It's a neat and tidy solution, in a way. Just disappear into a new life in another world. The possibility had never occurred to her, for obvious reasons, but now she'd been handed the opportunity.

It really would solve a lot of her problems.

What he says also tells her something else important. His family isn't even here in this world.

"There's just safety in numbers," Nadine agrees. "And I have a candle. It smells like cucumber and chili peppers, which is a weird scent combo, but it's better than sitting in the dark."

She holds her own door open.

"I come from a small town, too. In New Hampshire. But I've spent some time in cities, at least. It's a big adjustment."
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[personal profile] mockingjays 2025-05-18 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ as the woman explains, katniss merely continues eating her cheese, not particularly caring about any crumbs that fall to her shirt. ]

Okay. That's good to know. [ watch for the crowds, give it some time... she might be a little more recognizable, unfortunately, with her scarring, but the food is perhaps worth it. ]

[ katniss shrugs, then moves on to one of the dumplings as soon as the cheese is gone. ]


A couple days. [ there's a pause, before she remembers manners and conversation. haymitch would be proud. ] You?
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[personal profile] cardsgoboom 2025-05-18 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Remy might just visibly perk up. All them years in the Void and he ain't never heard another drawl quite so close to home for him. Or what he assumes is home. It isn't like Remy can recall home after all but that accent sure does make him wish he could.]

Just nosin' rounds all. Can't never tell in a place like this what betaille you like to run into, yeah? Ol' Remy here rather take care of them before they get too feisty.

[Betaille -- monsters, that is -- of all sorts, human and actual beasts. He's not exactly run into anything not human here but can't be too sure what's out there. Plus somewhere under it all le diable blanc here just likes looking after folks maybe.]
argumentiste: (09)

what she said 😚

[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-18 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ There is no way in the seven hells that either of them are believing something isn't the matter after that pause. And while the look Alisaie gives G'raha isn't exactly withering, it's certainly not believing either. And it's definitely enough visible pressure while Alphinaud works his magic trying to glean what exactly it is they sense is amiss.

While her brother might find it worrying however, she can't help but find it a little more troubling. Particularly after everything they had just experienced and knowing very well the problem they were still trying to solve.

There's nothing saying that she can't roll her eyes at her brother's dramatics however while they're puzzling things out. It's called multi-tasking. ]


I'm surprised that you don't recall Alphinaud passing out on the beach. After all his dramatics was a performance for the ages. [ There's a pause as she and Alphinaud turn their gazes towards one another again before looking back at G'raha at exactly the same time. ] Could I ask what the last thing you recall was? If there's something amiss, Alphinaud likely has a spell or two that could assist.
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-18 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Jack takes a step back when he opens the door so he has room to do that and he frowns quizzically, tilting his head to get a better look at his arm. "Are you injured? Would you like me to heal it?"

It seems like the right thing to do. He was supposed to technically not try to tell everyone what he is, he's been hiding his powers since he was born (a few years ago), but he really can't help it when there are reasons for him to use them for others. All he's ever wanted was to do good, and when it's in front of him, he grasps it.

Jack at first glance is an ordinary person. Average height and size, an earnest and kind face, and seemingly human. But underneath is the kind of power that could do a whole lot of damage ... or good. He is the type of person who stops to check people and heals them. And this man looks very damaged. There is something wrong with him, he can see it. He looks unwell, even outside of the arm.

"It's going to be okay," he says, impulsively. "I can help you."
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-18 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
I hope so. I don't...know. Not yet.

[Which is genuine, but he wants to be honest with Jayce--he isn't sure. Viktor is now acutely aware of how changed he really was, too busy exploring his own mind realm to truly comprehend what he was doing in the real world. He understands, now, that some of this was the Hexcore exerting its influence, but how much of that is really true, given the fact that he is, to some extent, the Hexcore itself.

Still, Jayce is stabilizing. Grounding. Even his touch makes him feel more tethered to the real world--more resistant to the urge that still sparks through him, the one that looks at everything like a problem that needs to be fixed.

Another moment and he realizes what Jayce is staring at. Viktor doesn't shy away from the touch, though he flinches, slightly, when those fingertips graze the edge of the open wound.
]

This will repair itself, in time. It isn't painful.
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someonetostay: (206)

(☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-18 02:02 am (UTC)(link)

“Humans are sentimental.” Said as an observation, not a critique. “If you were particularly attached to a rosebush, for example, would it not upset you if it were destroyed by slugs? You would simply... transport them elsewhere? Even if the plant experienced a large amount of destruction?”

Hank had plants, although Connor isn’t sure whether he were especially attached to them. If his plants were attacked by such ‘pests,’ Connor imagines Hank might have sworn. Gone to grab a can of bug spray.

Now, Connor idly wonders about Hank’s plants. Are they alive? Dead? With neither Hank nor Connor to tend to them, he is uncertain.

The thought is unpleasant, so Connor makes an attempt to wipe the vivid imagery from his mind before continuing.

“Yes,” he acquiesces, arm jerking ever so slightly beneath Glenn’s hand. It feels odd: to be touched. People have always hated him. For the few months since his activation, he has been a thing. “I would like to... sit.”

Again: a preference expressed. Even though the room is dark, he imagines that Glenn might find it unsettling if he were to remain standing.

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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-18 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
( That's exactly what he was asking — the legal details that followed, he doesn't give a shit about. They are, in effect, exactly as legal as one another. Clint got his deal to get out, Frank made his deal with Homeland Security. What matters to him is whether or not Clint's gonna be a pain in his ass, and that seems less likely with the split half of the group who were willing to break the law and go against the government for what they thought was right.

So.

Good.

All it gets from Frank is a single nod, and a slight softening of his shoulders as he goes back to draining his cup of coffee. He busies himself with topping up his own cup, then hitting Clint's too while he's at it.
)

Wellp. I guess we're both shit outta luck, then.

( Cheers. )
chromiums: what are your fears? (i just need some personal information)

[personal profile] chromiums 2025-05-18 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ lorna exhales sharply through her nose, glaring over the woman's shoulder before she lets her hands uncurl from fists and stepping back. ]

Fine. Get out of the way.

[ once jyn's far enough out of the way that she's sure what she's about to do won't hurt her, she lifts her hand, feeling for the metal and the electricity. green wisps of energy emanate around her hands as she gets the engine started and running, then she starts it forward a few feet -

only to send it backwards, knocking into the front bumper of jyn's truck. ]
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[personal profile] mockingjays 2025-05-18 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ the water makes her think of beneath the capitol, hurrying and hiding through the sewers. no wonder she was on edge the moment in started. ]

[ katniss jumps when she feels the hand on her, jerking backwards on a buried instinct and colliding with the window. she stares at the woman for a second, almost uncomprehending, before she reaches out to touch her on the arm, like she needs to make sure she isn't hallucinating. ]


You're - real.

[ she shakes her head. okay, katniss. focus, katniss. there are two of you here, two is better to figure out escape. ]

Code - code like a passcode? I don't know it. I saw books. And papers. Maybe it's in one of those?
reorienting: (I am gonna be the one)

XD

[personal profile] reorienting 2025-05-18 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Glenn notices - hears, and feels, rather - the jerk of Connor's arm. Gently, he only uses a fingertip to touch him, and guides him without judgement.

"I would be sad if slugs destroyed a rosebush I prized, yes. However, I cannot begrudge them for finding something delicious to eat. I would see what can be done for the bush - to save it, to let it be reborn from a fresh cutting - or whatever I could. "

A beat, and Glenn hesitates.

"There is a fabric-upholstered metal chair behind you. You may hold onto me for stability while you sit down, if you wish. If it is not comfortable, I do not mind escorting you to a different place. But... I do, apologize. I should have asked before touching you. That was my error. I forgot that not everyone likes to be touched without warning."

Like this, though, he can hear his inner workings better. They are... different, from human biological sounds.

"If you have other preferences regarding conduct towards your person, I would like to hear them, to better avoid causing discomfort or offense, or any plethora of undesired feelings on your part. However much I know that some facts 'go without saying', as by default I generally refrain from using demeaning or offensive language, I... for me, it is like having to create a new rule-book that applies to each individual person."
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[personal profile] catharses 2025-05-18 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Most people I know would say I'm the same if you asked them.

[ That proclamation got a wing twitch of amusement from him even if his expression doesn't exactly change. Sunday might not be doing the best job of demonstrating said talkativeness but it's in there somewhere. Just waiting.

Sort of like the second he waited too long before the other man is on the move and he has to take a hurried step or two to catch up. ]


I'll help wherever I can, assuming they have enough supplies here. [ Hopefully for something else and not the goo since that'd be mean it's a regular occurrence Sunday doesn't particularly want to think about. Which, speaking of - and with one last glance back at the goo - ] Have you ever encountered anything like this before?
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[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-18 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Conversely, the fact that this kid is not freaking out or displaying any kind of fear beyond the most eye-wateringly shiny eyeballs he’s ever seen is driving Kaine nuts. Why aren’t you reacting?! This is the time to do it!! STOP BEING CALM—

At this point he couldn’t even really say that the calmness was from not understanding the danger, it just seems like the kid was just this way about everything. Which, for someone who not only wore his feelings on his sleeves, but also tattooed them onto his arms so that his feelings could be bare no matter the circumstance, was beyond comprehension.

Without really realizing it, he’s leaving dents in the frame of An Zhe’s truck from digging his fingers in.]


I can’t fuckin’ believe you… fine! Get the hell outta here then!
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oh...well then 😸

[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-18 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ The way Alphinaud puts it has G'raha wishing there was more he could offer, at least in the way of information. But he's right--there are more questions than answers at the moment. He nods. ]

Indeed, we are starting at a strong disadvantage. This place matches no records nor stories in the archives, though our knowledge of the other shards is limited at best, save their alignment.

[ The thought that his is one of the other shards has crossed his mind. It seems the most likely scenario in any case, but discerning which it could be is still much further down the proverbial road. Alphinaud and Alisaie will surely be of great assistance in that case, both capable wielders of aether and scholars themselves.

But...Eulmore. They believe they should be in Eulmore?

No, they should.

He shouldn't.

Just as G'raha had failed to "escort" the Scions to the First in proper sequence, they, too, have been brought to this world times apart. It feels miraculous that despite this discrepancy, they arrived at the same time.

But oh, lo, how much has happened since those days..

Since was the Exarch.

Alphinaud is suspicious but kind in his questioning, but Alisaie is right to the point as one would expect. G'raha quickly thinks back to that time, to all the events that preceded. Gods, what a mess. His grand plan falling through because he underestimated the power and dedication of these people and their ability to turn the world around. He has never been so glad to be wrong.

They deserve to feel that sense of accomplishment. ]


I took quite a few blows to the head...

[ After he was shot. Thanks, Emet-Selch. ]

But I can assure you that I'm fine now.

[ Twelve, he needs to play this right. His smile turns apologetic, hoping they can feel that they see right through him. He looks down and nods, his tail swishing behind him. ]

'Tis true, it has been a while since that day for me.

[ He looks up again. ]

A few weeks of slow recovery, albeit at Lyna's-- [ How he misses her. ] --strong insistence and no small amount of assistance from you two as well. I cannot admit to being the most agreeable patient, but we all made it back safely to the Crystarium. I imagine the other Scions and our dear friend must still be there now.
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-18 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Happy to hand it over. Logan does just that, then pauses. He could leave. He doesn't know her, though he might've glimpsed her a couple times since she took up the room across the hall. He sure as hell isn't here to play charity. He's got enough shit going on.

But that robot isn't the only thing going around making noise. Last night, at least two shotguns went off beneath his window; this morning, there was a pool of blood about a block down. With the power gone, he's not sure it's a good idea for her to spend the next few nights alone in the pitch black. Or however long it's gonna take to get the lights back on.

What's also a bad idea is inviting her in. He's not looking for trouble. He doesn't want trouble. Strangers usually bring him trouble. But...maybe his time with the team's taught him that's not always true, either.

What the hell. ]


I've got some light and a warm beer. [ The shitty warm beer's the real selling point. ] Unless you like sitting in the dark.
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Re: flat tire

[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-18 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Filling the air with conversation was exactly what he was scared of!!!!!

Normally, he’d call shotgun. Better view of the road, and any potential dangers - a better position to react. Not to mention leg room. But now, he was definitely seond-guessing that notion. This apprehension was proven even more correct once the singing started! Never has it been harder to hold himself back from committing homicide again.

Through gritted teeth,]


I’ll. Take the back.

[…There was only one possible way it could be worse. And it was if Launchpad was a Spider-man fan.]
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[personal profile] didthedishes 2025-05-18 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's been plenty of monsters he's had the pleasure(?) of seeing. Especially over the length of time that he's been around. And while all of them are undoubtedly terrifying in their own way Bob can say without any hint of hesitation that most of the monsters he's come to know in his life are just regular old humans. First it had been his dad. And now? It's himself.

Not that Jack needs to know that. In fact, it's probably best that he doesn't. And if Bob has his way, Jack - and everyone else here - would never find that out either.

Unfortunately it's hard to get the image of the Void coming towards them like a slow death march out of his mind. Guilt claws at the back of his throat and his eyes dart nervously towards the door every so often, not even bothering to hide those nerves of his that are now frayed. Jack's stilted laughter only vaguely registers and when it does, it doesn't even register as strange. Nor does his use of the word Heaven. Maybe Jack was just religious? ]


You don't seem scared. [ It's a compliment. ] Have you...dealt with shit like that before?
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-18 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
He gave a little shake of his head as he held the coveted snack out to her. "It's for you."

A peace offering, perhaps. Or just a small token of appreciation.