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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] godjr 2025-05-18 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Are they? I think I have pretty good balance!

[ Jack's not clumsy, it would be very bad news for everyone if he was clumsy with everything else that he can do by accident. He frowns thoughtfully at the thought process of his new friend though, crossing his arms as he considers. Jack is not much of a car guy. He usually is just a passenger in the Impala, with Dean always being the driver, and he's been allowed to drive, but no one explained how cars are made or how they function. ]

I don't know how it works, actually, I guess I've never thought about it.

[ If Gustave is going to have to wait to drive until he understands it, that would probably take a lot of time. Jack nods and gets back up to his feet, brushing his clothes off and offering him a hand up. He can't explain how the car functions but he can show him the practical side of putting the key in and driving forward and back. He's not an expert but he can do enough. ]

So that's called the passenger side, it's where other people go, if you want to sit there.
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2025-05-18 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eddie isn’t lucky enough to have halfway godlike senses, and he nearly lets out a loud yelp when a hand reaches out to grab him through the darkness, but he manages to keep his cool. He takes a deep shaky breath as he uprights himself, curbing his anxiety as best he can by shaking out his hands and giving a good shake of his head. ]

Yeah. Sorry. Shit.

[ He’s basically speaking into the dark here, managing to see little more than the outline of someone who doesn’t sound much older or look much taller than himself. ]

You know, I’ve gotta say I've never been in worse, so, uh…could be five star accommodations for all I know.

[ His family was never the type to take vacations or to stay in hotels. Not enough money in the budget for anything more than the occasional day trip to Indy. ]

At least you can’t see the roaches this way.
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-18 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
She smiles and takes it. An item fanfare plays. It's still steaming so she blows on it a bit. If she wasn't keeping an eye on him already she'd be more cautious about accepting food from strangers, but here she's appreciative. It goes down in practically one gulp.

"Thank you." She wipes the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. "Is that your favorite?"
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[personal profile] vallt 2025-05-18 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[the girl, jyn thinks, has the appearance and demeanor of something close to a frightened tooka cat. and — she understands; there's something familiar in it.

that understanding has her just standing in place even as the water continues to slosh at her feet, arm still as the girl reaches out to touch it. it has her nodding, slowly, in the line of sight. and:]


We can start there.

[her voice is quieter, even if it isn't gentle.

she jerks her head over her shoulder.]


Come on. Keep a hold on me, if you need to.
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[personal profile] mississippis 2025-05-18 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ She glances at him from the corner of her eye, feeling like maybe she sounds like she's fishing for sympathy. She's not; when he says he's sorry, she starts picking at those stupid half-mitten, half-gloves they'd had her wear as part of her lab uniform. A way to not just keep her hands covered but to render them useless for everything but the most basic tasks. But, right now, they're all she's got. And covered is better than not. 

Rogue doesn't know what last battle he's talking about, though it's another clue about why Bobby and Erik had come after her at all.

One that leaves her with a sinking feeling in her stomach. 

Had they needed something? Is that the only reason they thought it was worth the risk of trying to get her out of that place? She's got a complicated past with being used for her abilities and this wouldn't help.]


I don't know anything about any... last battle. Also been a while since I saw any of them. I was... [ She swallows, and the next word sounds thick. ] Captured.. I don't know. Years ago? I lost track. [ She'd started off trying to measure the passage of time, but it had been nearly impossible. She still doesn't know how much time it's been. ]

Did Logan say what they were trying to do?
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-18 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[[He probably would have been afraid of this man specifically if he had... done anything? He'd picked up the truck like it was nothing of course, which meant he very easily could have done anything else. But he had every opportunity and didn't? He'd just yelled at An Zhe a bunch?

An Zhe didn't even know what other answer he could have given him to get him to stop being so angry. He truly had not meant to come out here with no options but he hadn't been given any.

Or.... was this supposed to be an option?]]

Um...

[[... his truck... :( ]]

You're holding on really hard though.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-18 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
It's a normal question to ask.

( in this scenario. shut up, guy. his embarrassment does wash over her, making wanda also feel embarrassed, even if there's absolutely nothing to be embarrassed of for a perfectly normal question. the eye contact sort of makes it that much worse.

who told him to shuffle around to look at her?

wanda puts her hands on his (sweaty) arm, and shuffles him back around. go find those samples is what she wants to say, but—very suddenly—she is no longer in the cramped space of the back room of the store (where she shouldn't be to begin with, mind), but rather, she is in the streets of a familiar city: new york.

and there is chaos, destruction, and people running away past her. some people before her are running, then turn into flat shadows on the concrete. )


Wait—

( shadows creep further, debris from the buildings falling. she's confused, she doesn't know what to do, other than to shield herself with her powers when heavy slabs of rock rain down on her; the red of her shield pulses, and wanda's covered her face with an arm, bracing for impact. the darkness that spreads is so, so close to her, but then it — stops.

lowering her arm, she glances up, because there's something there, up there, against the skyline— )
Edited 2025-05-18 02:59 (UTC)
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[personal profile] chuju 2025-05-18 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sleeping in the rundown van she'd been coerced into purchasing on a shady loan somehow seems the better option than staying in a questionable hotel on her own and running up a tab she isn't sure how to pay off yet. Everything about this place and the entire situation has her on edge, a million questions running through her mind as she struggles to put the pieces together and accept what she's been plunged into.

Why couldn't it just be another apocalypse or a supervillain with delusions of grandeur? Those would have been so much easier to deal with.

Daisy is still awake when the power goes out, the exhaustion weighing her down not quite enough to get past how unsafe she feels here. She stays down in the back of her van, curled up on a blanket she'd salvaged on her way to the city, listening to the gradual increase in sounds of life outside the vehicle. It's only when that scream pierces through the darkness that she moves, instinct driving her up and out the back of the van, and shutting the door behind her as she looks around with more than just her eyes.

The person approaching registers in her Inhuman senses before his voice reaches her, each footstep vibrating through the ground just lightly enough that she has to concentrate to really feel it. Her eyes slowly adjust to make out the shadows of him, and after glancing in that direction, she gives the stranger a nod. ]


Thanks.

[ There isn't even a moment of hesitation before she turns and begins walking quickly, purposefully toward what is undoubtedly trouble. She isn't armed, and in this place her suit might be anything from tactical to some strange company uniform, but her attitude says she means business. ]
Edited (had to link van photo for no good reason) 2025-05-18 03:12 (UTC)
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[personal profile] vallt 2025-05-18 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[it's only because of the concession that jyn does as she's commanded. not happily — her eyes are still hard, and there's still an edge to her jaw, from the way she holds it — but she does it, stepping back out of the way.

at first, it's hard to parse what she sees. apart from scattered memories of possibly seeing a few while on coruscant when she was young, the jedi are nothing but stories; nevertheless, that's the only frame of reference she has for someone being able to move something without touching it. her jaw slackens, a little, her brows knitted less in frustration and more in curiosity —

until that happens.

until jyn practically snarls as she strides forward, right hand clenched into a fist that she aims for the nose.]


Fuck you.
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[personal profile] mockingjays 2025-05-18 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
I'm okay.

[ she is not, but she thinks she's okay enough to walk across the room without holding on, however tempting. she counts backwards from five, mumbling it, before taking a deep breath and moving in the direction the woman points. the water swirls and churns and fills her with a dread discomfort, but (un?)luckily, katniss is used to pushing through it when she needs to. ]

I don't really know how to use that thing. [ that thing being the computer. katniss isn't from a technologically underdeveloped world, but her personal experience with technology is... lacking, to say the least. ]
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2025-05-18 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ The person he stumbles into is so tall and sturdy, in fact, that Eddie could almost think he’s hit a wall. Until that wall breathes, then speaks.

Eddie isn’t an easily humiliated man, but he is high strung and anxious. When he peers up and sees yellow eyes and a very tall man, he emits a soft, nervous sound and lets go immediately.
]

And here I thought you might rescue me from further injury in the dark, but, uh…

[ He can’t see well in this darkness beyond vague shapes and outlines, but he pulls back from the stranger and dips into a low, dramatic bow regardless. ]

If you insist.
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[personal profile] mississippis 2025-05-18 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ If there's a code, it's not on the side of the window she's on -- there's nothing out here but rain, the walls of the building, and the emergency signs. But that doesn't stop her from taking a step back and scanning the building again. Just in case.

It's dark, and the heavy rain's making it hard to see. Her hair's already plastered to her head and cheeks and forehead, and every second that passes only makes it worse. But there doesn't seem to be anything.

Returning to the window, she waits until he's glancing her way to shake her head (not out here). Whatever the code is has to be somewhere where he's locked in. ]
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[personal profile] mississippis 2025-05-18 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Alkali?

[ She says it almost faintly. That feels like a lifetime ago, and she'd certainly been a different person then. It makes sense. That had been the day Jean had supposedly died. And the Scott who's standing in front of her doesn't look anything like the man who'd lost her. ]

I... [ Well. She's not going to tell him, isn't even sure how to force the words out. And it doesn't feel like her place to do that anyway. She doesn't know that Logan's a good option to explain it to him either, but he's arguably a better option. ]

Yeah, you and the Professor both disappeared. The school was raided. It's been... a long time since that happened for me. [ How long, she's not 100% sure. She hadn't been able to accurately measure how much time she'd spent locked up. But Alkali? That had been a long time ago. ]
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[personal profile] crashlikeaduck 2025-05-18 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Seeing the tiny finger flashlights move, Launchpad makes an appreciative oohing noise like a little kid.]

Woooah. Bioluminescence. And here I thought you were just super extra prepared with five flashlights, Jack!

The name's Launchpad McQuack. Now we both know each other. I'd offer a handshake but I don't know if that's going to interfere with the whole...lights. The last time I did that I got stung by a jellyfish, mistook a tentacle waving for a "put 'er there pal" and boy did that tingle take its time to wear off!

[He wiggles his fingers to demonstrate the tentacle waving. Then reaches behind his neck to rub at it awkwardly, a sheepish grin on his face.]

And, yeah, it sounds like these Boy Scouts. Although the Junior Woodchucks allow any industrious youths, boy, girl, or other to join! Robots included! And of course it's not limited to woodchucks either, since Isabella Finch was, well, a finch. And she did manage to climb the mountain! I can tell you it's a lot harder than falling down one. Which I'm guessing you haven't done either? Not unless you took a plane to the top then went down that way...

[Managing to narrowly avoid stubbing his toe on something on the ground, Launchpad takes a look around in the not quite visible area.]

If you want to read up on her, I think there are some notes in the back of my guidebook? Just ignore the jelly and ketchup stains...
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-18 03:23 am (UTC)(link)

“Your touch isn’t discomforting. Merely” — Connor calculates his next words as he allows Glenn to guide him — “I am unused to such treatment.”

Hank had put his gun to Connor’s head, once: that was touch. Dying in Hank’s arms at Stratford Tower: that too was touch.

Touch is loss; harm; pain. Gavin punching his torso, aiming for his thirium pump — seeking to hurt. Punish. Torment.

“I have not been... awake for very long,” Connor says. Unsure whether to describe deviancy; whether it might make sense or muddle the conversation further. “I was not made with such preferences. I’m learning them now.”

The seat isn’t unpleasant. If anything, there is a certain comfort in it: a surface to help prop him up so he can focus on acclimating his visual sensors to the other dim shapes in the room.

“In a way, we’ll have to write the rulebook together. But thank you for your consideration. This is a good start. I didn’t want to be alone.”

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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-18 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ It had taken some trial and error learning the basics of handling the motorcycle without it pitching to one side or the other, but Fern's near-collision with Verso (and watching him careen into a ditch) has oddly filled her with some amount of confidence. She's felt that spike of terror at the potential of a crash into another vehicle and there's an strange sense of relief in having gotten it out of the way already.

That, and the more that she rides the easier it comes to her. Going so fast is mildly terrifying, but there's also a bit of a thrill in it.

Kaine may not have been wrong when he insisted that a car was far safer, but Fern can't help but feel that this suits her better. She may not be fond of that Yom Crook, but she'll admit that this had been the right choice for her.

It doesn't make her any happier about the fact that she's in a foreign land (again) and alone on top of it all, but as she drives down the road toward civilization, there's a moment of strange calm that washes over her.

Until she spots two cars pulled to the side of the road, causing her to slow down her vehicle as she senses some trouble. She isn't certain if she should stop; it's just as possible that this is all a setup, a means of manipulating her instinct to help those who might be in trouble.

But then she spots a familiar figure; hears a familiar voice.

And she fully applies the brake, causing the wheels of her tires to squeak against the asphalt, once again generating that terrible burnt smell similar to when Verso crashed. ]


Adrian?!

[ She can't hide the shock in her voice. Not that she should be so surprised to see him here, if she's right and this is Strahd's doing. So there she sits, still sporting the bandages wrapped around her head wound as she balances on her idling bike and stares.

(She's barely even registered the other man, just yet.) ]
Edited 2025-05-18 03:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] crashlikeaduck 2025-05-18 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Launchpad nods along appreciatively.]

Wow, that sounds like you've got a lot of practice! Were you driving anything while you were doing that? Anything counts, like a hula hoop, a pogo stick, one of those giant hamster balls made for people bigger than hamsters...?
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[personal profile] flyoctofly 2025-05-18 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
He...appreciates that she's on his level. He wouldn't have thought anything about it if she'd opted to stand, not even for the fact that almost everyone here is taller than him, but because she's so obviously powerful it would only make sense to defer to her. It's likely he used to feel this way about the Elite Octarians in the army, though his missing memories means he can't be sure.

He nods.

"I do. I miss all my friends, but the Captain is..."

Eight watches raindrops hit a puddle as he tries to wrestle his feelings in order.

"...I was about to do something very important before I came here, something that would have brought my people out of a six year nightmare. Then I woke up here with no idea how to get back. I just feel so lost. The Captain is the strongest, boldest person I know. They always stay two steps ahead and...I keep wondering what they would do but...I can't come up with the answer."
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[personal profile] crashlikeaduck 2025-05-18 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Not one to be left out, Launchpad crouches down to match heights. Mostly it looks like he's awkwardly teetering on his webbed feet. He still manages to keep a toothpick in his mouth, despite having no teeth to grip it.]

Uh, I'm a McQuack? From Duckburg. Or St. Canard on weekends when the traffic isn't too bad. Is Faerun where you're from?

[Don't ask Launchpad to pronounce anything with an umlat or diacritic, but he at least mostly gets the u sound right. All that time getting talked at with dire ancient prophecies had to penetrate somehow.]
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[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-18 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Chippy bounty is mine. Kaine cracks open a bag and shoves a fistful into his mouth as he regards this psychic stranger. Mmm… whether or not he trusted this guy was moot (he didn’t trust anyone), but if it was a crime to use your powers for whatever mundane and/or petty reason that made your life easier, then Kaine would already be in prison. Well, more prison. For different reasons.

So he shrugs. It’s not like he’d have to live with the guy, or deal with him in any capacity after tonight (probaby). Life with a telepath was bad enough.]


I don’t give a damn. Just remind me not t’get on your bad side.
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[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-05-18 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alphinaud listens, a hand lifted to rest at his chin and consider all of the possibilities of their arrival, what this might mean, why the Exarch appears to be hiding something from them, and what that might be. His mind races, but in the end ... it simply isn't the most pressing matter at hand. He adjusts his priorities and his expectations the way that the Exarch clearly has. ]

While I hope that that may ring true, a part of me selfishly wonders if we might not come across the other Scions and the Warrior of Light in the coming days.

[ He lets out an exhale. ]

It cannot be coincidence that we were summoned here though I suspect we will need to work to uncover these mysteries in order to return home.

[ But how long will that take? He couldn't even begin to guess. ]
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[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-05-18 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[He sure is. Right to business, they're burning time. It's a very important something to look for. Enough that he is—as watchful as he's made a habit of being—entirely oblivious to the flicker of red light reflecting off the water in her direction. Too bad—if nothing else, it might make him feel a little better about his cabinet-throwing abilities to know that her fancy magic powers didn't have any better luck. It's the little things.

Lucky, the laminated binder is about where he left it after turning the place inside out in the first go-round. Safely ("safely") stowed on the highest stable surface he could find—a solid-looking bookcase that he would have also considered chucking at the window if he thought he could manage it. Though at this point the bigger breaking waves are coming dangerously close to sweeping it away anyway. Unlucky— somehow the water is a hell of a lot choppier around him. Like he's some kind of focal point for the chaos of it all.

Can't imagine why.

He reaches to snatch up the book, and he's already flipping through it as he fights his way back to the window. Helps that he's a tallish guy, but the water has made it way well up over his knees at this point, and it's really starting to make moving a slog. Never mind that every now and then he catches the white of an eye under the surface, a sweep of floating hair, and a sick chill crawls up his spine. Insult to injury: he hip-checks a swaying crate of medication out of his way and catches a face full of floodwater for his trouble.

Worth it to shave a few seconds off his lap, though. He shoves a sleeve kind of roughly over his face, pushes his slightly-overlong hair out of his eyes, and props himself on a shoulder against the window to keep steady and catch his breath as the water surges.
]

Whew. Okay. Hi. Sorry about the wait. [As if he'd just....put her on hold or something. Even without the benefit of sound, she'll be able to feel the slightly manic buzz of adrenaline-fueled energy in it. Fancy meeting you here. He swings the binder around to the illustrated portion of the lockdown instructions and presses the page to the glass. There's a barebones diagram there of the building—recognizable after a moment, but little more than lines without context. Front door over here. Fire exit over there. Super secret emergency escape panel that is outdoors for some reason....all the way over here. And then, of course, there's the code. All strange looking symbols.

Still working on the optimistic assumption that she can hear him at all over the rushing water and the mysteriously impenetrable glass—
]

How are you at memory games?

[He'll attempt to elaborate shortly.]
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longtooth: (010)

[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-18 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Them's so not the rules and what would some spider-clone know anyway—


Fern's frown deepens as the man continues to try and argue with her. While it's true that the "cars" are more enclosed, she finds them overwhelming in a different way.

Her gaze dips down to the panel in front of her as she tightens her grip on the handlebars. ]


... It can't be so different from riding a horse, surely.

[ In truth, she has no way of knowing that, or even any sense of how fast these contraptions can go. Still, she is registering the general note from him that these things are more dangerous than anyone had intimated until now. ]

I take your point, but unless you mean to show me how to not fall and die, I don't see how this concerns you.

[ She'll figure it out. Probably. ]
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[personal profile] ginghamed 2025-05-18 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ dorothy's found work helping out at the hospital, which has been more or less what she's used to even in an unfamiliar world (it helps that she's recently had to make do with more primitive materials). she's decided on the motel when it comes to lodging, figuring she's better off staying somewhere cheaper in hopes of paying off her debts faster.

part of her is still hoping she'll be out of here before then, but she's learned she can't count on that.

she's arriving back to the room she's been occupying when the lights flicker before going out entirely, leaving her and the rest of the motel's patrons in the dark. dorothy steps back from her door, trying to overhear discussion on what might have happened, when she hears heavy footsteps followed by a scream.

she's about to take off down the hall when the door beside hers flings open and a man steps out, who glances towards her before telling her to hide, taking off in the direction of the commotion ]


No way. [ her keys are shoved in her pocket as she takes off after him, catching up quickly. ]
alwaysarmed: (All that noise is toxic)

of course i am the best at peacekeeping provided it is specifically my peace

[personal profile] alwaysarmed 2025-05-18 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Natasha may not be able to see anything, but Yelena is now looking in 4k at a woman that she was still struggling some days with grief over losing. She's maybe taken a step or two in the direction of healing, but they haven't been big steps.

She doesn't remember how to breathe for a moment and it's entirely muscle memory that keeps her from dropping both the flashlight and the gun as she stares at Natasha, blinking like she's trying to clear away what is obviously a hallucination so she can see where the threat actually is. ]


I- Я вижу галлюцинации моей сестры.

[ Taking a breath that is suddenly shaking and uneven she shifts from her defensive stance, lowering her flashlight so it is no longer pointing directly at possibly-hallucinated Natasha's face and holsters her gun. Then she pinches herself. ]

Ow.

[ Okay, not dreaming, and Natasha is still standing there. Earlier thoughts of this place being some kind of afterlife come flooding back but for a moment they don't matter so much. ]

Nat?