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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.
magike: (pic#17661004)

the pavilion

[personal profile] magike 2025-05-18 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
( grocery shopping wasn't a new concept to rowena even if cooking wasn't her talent. or something that she ever tended to do. but it was a necessary evil currently, so she'd gone out, taking a slow walk up and down each aisle to get a measure of everything that was there in one trip.

though she wasn't interested in the contents of this aisle the man currently getting dust blown into his face was enough to make her stop, not wanting to get involved in that mess )


Wrong button, perhaps?
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[personal profile] magike 2025-05-18 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
( she'd been trying to read, having "found" a book during the day and using it to pass a little of the time that evening. it was difficult enough between the darkness and the sounds from other rooms and outside that frustrated her but she'd persevered.

until it got louder and it had her putting the book down with a frustrated sigh, pulling open the door.

she spots the man from the nearby room, frowning when he tells her to hide when he does the exact opposite )


Is there any reason you're not?

( it's at least asked in hushed tones. she also isn't hiding but she's not come more out either )
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power outage

[personal profile] magike 2025-05-18 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
Rowena's known for a good while that she's been followed. It makes her heart beat quicker but she'd refused to let it affect the speed she walked at, not wanting to let them know that she knew.

Turning into an alley likely would seem like a bad move that only made her more of a target. But she was a witch, she was confident that she could fend off one man.

So, waiting until they'd walked far enough into the alley to not be immediately seen, turning to him with her hand thrown out.

"Manete." When he tries to take another step closer he'll find he can't lift his feet from the ground, her spell freezing them in place. If he struggles enough his vampire strength might be able to break him free, shocking to her.

"Why are you following me?"
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[personal profile] vestments 2025-05-18 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
( there's a pause before clint nods, and the moment hangs between the two of them, marc watching clint, knowing the conclusion clint's coming to. he's seen that expression before, the realisation, the careful, deliberate response. it doesn't frustrate him in the way that it once might have, the way it would have after the avengers had decided he was too much for them — not the first time, not the most recent, but the one in the middle, the time that'd stuck to him. the news reports, the things he'd done that still get spoken of in whispers.

despite the way that marc's opted to use that reputation, that it's a conclusion clint's reached without that background, without knowing him—. doesn't mean it doesn't sting.

and so he scoffs, low and derisive. it's the condescension that tips him to it, the hand and the remark, the one that he thinks is meant to be placating. the room's gone quiet, there's no sound of a fight, nothing muffled and forced, and though marc's original intentions had been simply to check on the inhabitant, clint's presence has shifted that.

what else shifts it is the sound of a sharp yell and a blunt thud, then two, further down the hallway. round a corner? marc's not sure. it's hard to tell, and marc doesn't know the building well enough. it's far enough that he can't guess at how many, close enough that he'll be able to get there quickly, unless clint tries to stop him.

one step, two. the sounds down the hallway stop, at least for now. marc pauses for a breath of a moment, lets his gaze slide past clint into the darkness, the shadows. at least he's dressed in white. at least they'll see him coming.

abruptly, he looks to clint, leans into him, not by much, but enough to diminish the concept of personal space, enough to imply that marc doesn't care for it. )


It's impolite to patronise. ( it's deliberate, level, quiet.

then, back to the hallway— )
I have work to do.
Edited 2025-05-18 10:28 (UTC)
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wildcard

[personal profile] magike 2025-05-18 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
( normally a bar would be nothing, but when she was already in debt and had very little money it was probably somewhere that she should skip. except it's been a hard few days and bars are good sources of information.

it's why rowena's sat at the bar, watching as people enter to find a target. if she can get a drink without paying for it she's going to do her damn best.

when he sits down she isn't far behind him, leaning in and gesturing to the seat beside him )


Mind if I sit?
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[personal profile] sodark 2025-05-18 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Cable has observed Frank and the minivan as two seperate entities, never has he seen them together. He's a little surprised, honestly. It doesn't exactly look like what he would have envisioned the man driving-- though he could be doing someone else a solid. He also supposes there's some practicality in it.

He's restless and tinkering is an excellent way to entertain idle hands. There's little else he can do with his own car without the shit he needs, but he's out here with duct-tape and a can-do attitude. Or a must-do attitude, probably.

But he's taped about all that can be taped in his pick-up, so he loiters curiously until Frank pops back out from under the hood.]


This yours? [He gestures at the van, metal fingers loosely holding his tape.]
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can't believe no one picked the cabbage prompt

[personal profile] frostfist 2025-05-18 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ You know what's better than one sad cabbage waving a sign? Two sad cabbages waving a sign.

Except in this case it's a cabbage and a cucumber both waving signs, because two cabbages would just be overkill. Two different vegetables though? Now they're talking. Or, well, someone out there's probably talking, but not in the way the managers of the store want them to. There are a couple of snickers from assorted passersby as they....well, pass by, but not a single person falls prey to their wiles except to snap a blurry photo and leave.

The cucumber turns to look at the cabbage. For some reason, his costume is blue? Guess they ran out of green fabric or something. ]


How long do you think they're going to make us do this before they realize it doesn't work?

[ Apparently cucumbers are (glances at the sign) only 30% off. Damn. ]
motiontocompel: ([ MCU ] 197.)

[personal profile] motiontocompel 2025-05-18 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Foggy's seen River around at least a few times and when they'd made their introductions, he'd felt relieved to meet someone who appeared relatively normal. Admittedly, the individuals he'd met that seem more... native to Panorama aren't entirely without their own weird charms, but being able to talk about home feels... well, normal. And he can use a bit of that here and there. ]

You know, it's got a few similarities – I can't deny that. Pretty sure I've had something like this... [ He holds up a toothpick, twirling a chocolate-covered ball-like shape. ] Crispy cricket surprise on 51st at least one drunken night.

[ Foggy offers the treat out while he spears another off the tray with another toothpick. This isn't the worst job he's had, although he probably shouldn't test the product as much as he does. ]

The parking is better, at least. Traffic still sucks, but that's because I haven't really gotten the hang of the whole driving thing yet.
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lmaoooo u right

[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-18 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, well, that's for the best, 'cause his side is gonna take a while, and he'll need a drink or ten before they get started.

Logan's room looks like he could've been there for two days or two hours. He's not a collector of stuff; there's an empty beer bottle on the table, a half-eaten loaf of bread, and two cans of tuna. His jacket's slung over a chair. Otherwise? He's got a couple of water-damaged books he took from an abandoned diner out there. That's it. ]


Little longer. [ Time feels a mess in his head. The other day, he picked up a package of mystery meat that said it expired June of 1992 (smelled fine, though), but as far as he knows, this dimension sits somewhere around 125—whatever that means—and he just came out of 1973 after being in 2023.

As for Scott? That's the real question. Logan perches on the table, foot propped on a chair. His gaze sweeps over Summers. He can guess. Pretty sure, anyway, from how Scott looks, from how he's acting. And that's just not something Logan wants to deal with right now. ]


And before you ask, I don't remember anything about how I got here.
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[personal profile] motiontocompel 2025-05-18 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Kind of cute and kind of stupid happens to be something of a theme in Foggy's life, although he's rarely the most guilty of his usual party members. As it stands, with no one else volunteering to do the job, it falls back on the guy with the middle name Percy.

"If trouble wants to talk, sure," Foggy tells the figure in the darkness. They don't appear to be aggressive, although there is a sense of worry beneath Foggy's skin that this person's first instinct is to crack a taunting joke when approaching a man with a baseball bat at the ready.

Wishing there were an ounce of light in this scenario — ambient or otherwise — Foggy silently bemoans this situation while reaching back to make sure he can still contact the doorknob of his own room. The last thing he wants is to get lost in this hotel. "Hey, you don't have any candles or anything back in your room, do you?" Seems like a long shot, but he gives it a go, hopeful in the way a person is when they're dumb enough to take to the halls as some kind of baseball-bat themed vigilante.
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finally crawls my way in late, rooftop

[personal profile] frostfist 2025-05-18 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ After so long spent at the bottom of the ocean, Wriothesley decides it's time for a change of pace and heads to the roof of the dingy motel he's been temporarily staying at instead. He can't claim to be a particular fan of heights but it's always good to try new things.

Except it seems someone's already beat him to the punch. He pauses in the doorframe, one hand tucked into the pocket of his dark blue hoodie and the other still on the knob of the door. ]


And here I was worried you'd had enough of life in the city and was planning on ending it all.

[ A joke, said lightly. It's a common enough occurrence in film, but the guy on the roof casually propped against one wall seems too relaxed to be pondering anything quite so dire. That, and the rooftop here's like, what, only a couple stories tall? Not exactly the best choice unless he's looking to rack up even more medical debt.

He nods towards the street. ]


Anything interesting going on down there?
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PANORAMA I: THE BLOCKINATING

[personal profile] delaurentiis 2025-05-18 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Previously standing amongst the onlookers, Nandor emerges from the crowd like Big Bird in a video game cut scene. His expression is absolutely glowing with excitement to see Laszlo and his terribly ugly vehicle.

Nandor pads over, barely acknowledging the other man as he circles his vehicle to inspect it.]


Ambwoolansay. [He reads the writing in a soft voice, noticing that the van is askew when he does.]

I did not think you were coming, Laszlo. [He says morosely, lifting the corner of his van and pulling it in, adjusting it carefully so it aligns. It's still parked illegally, but he doesn't know shit or fuck about that.]

It has been almost twenty days or more. [It has not.]
Edited 2025-05-18 12:50 (UTC)
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-18 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)

“Do you find my inner workings disturbing?”

While Connor wouldn’t be surprised if Glenn found them odd — found him odd: the mechanical evenness of his pulsing thirium pump — he still hasn’t been pushed away. Hasn’t been kicked out, not like how most humans back home might.

“You should sit, too. Are you tired?”

The motel, overall, is both oddly quiet and yet brimming with sound. There is the soft patter of rain against the window now: if Glenn hadn’t opened the door, Connor likely would have been standing out in the rain. There is the occasional sound of a door slamming; muffled voices; engines being revved before cars peel away, off to destinations unknown.

But mostly, perhaps strangely, there is some manner of peace. Maybe because Connor isn’t alone.

“That’s a long time,” he observes. “To be alone. I was activated less than half a year ago, and already...”

Connor raises a hand. Presses it flat to his chest, thirium pump skipping at beat as his thought processes stress his body.

“How have you coped?”

Glenn expressing his desire to touch Connor — specifically his head — is strange. Again: considerate.

“You’re welcome to do as you please with my hair.”

He imagines it might be a comfort to Glenn. Maybe for them both.

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[personal profile] motiontocompel 2025-05-18 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Wishing for probably the millionth time that he had some kind of night vision powers, Foggy frowns into the darkness at the youthful-sounding voice across the hall. He doesn't have the senses of anyone better than regular, but at least he can judge the height difference from experience, and assume he's probably right in guessing this is a young woman who isn't looking for trouble from him.

"I'm not sure anything's normal in this place," Foggy tells her, cautiously. Still clinging to his bat, he slowly relaxes until it's just resting against his shoulder. He's stiff and anxious, but not unwilling to help, even feeling that edge of panic and concern lingering on his periphery.

He pauses briefly when a door down the way opens, but the sense of relief when it closes again doesn't fully return him to start. Instead, the tension is only increasing and Foggy frowns, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. "I've heard it happens a lot, but this is my first time."

Leaning back against his door, the bat slips down to rest against the floor, now a makeshift walking stick. "Don't open your fridge if you've got perishables," he notes morosely, thinking back to that one time way back in the day when doing just that had left a long-lasting impression. Luckily, he's got about the least sensitive stomach of anyone he knows, so it's only left an impression, not a total aversion. "Oh, and I've got some canned stuff. I could grab you one or two just in case?" Presented as a question just in case she's adverse to charity or taking cans from strangers – the last thing Foggy wants is to make a nice neighbor feel unsafe around him.
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[personal profile] motiontocompel 2025-05-18 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Foggy's doing fine, too! Just fine!! He's not sweating every moment he spends learning to drive this vehicle with its manual transmission and what appears to be a nitrous oxide booster he only discovered a week after taking possession of his vehicle. He hasn't spun out a half-dozen times, or nearly ended up rear-ended for stalling out in the middle of the intersection. And it isn't as if there are that many cars on the road, and yet...

Leaning towards his passenger side, he squints through the window at the figure hanging out of their car.
]

Is that a—? Oh, for heaven's sake

[ Superheroes. Goddamn superheroes. He's noticed a preponderance since his arrival and while he hasn't recognized any of their getups yet, he does feel like this one reads vaguely familiar. Enough that he doesn't feel bad giving back a little guff.

He gets out of the car, leaving his door ajar as he waits behind it, leaning over the frame.
]

It's one-way! That way.

[ He gestures to the sign that is barely hanging, covered in graffiti, pointing down, but he's pretty sure it's meant to be going his direction, not hers. ]

And I suck at backing up. Like really suck.
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Panorama - The Pavillion

[personal profile] motiontocompel 2025-05-18 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Foggy looks disgruntled. "No, not just between us," he hisses, stepping forward to try to swipe the wallet from the shelf into his own possession. He's not aggressive by any means — that's not really Foggy's way — but he looks as if he's quite unhappy. "Someone stole my wallet the other day and I'm still sore over it."

He opens the wallet to find identification not his own and he shouldn't be disappointed, but he is. It's not even the same color as his wallet, but given how it's one of the few connections to his life before all of this, Foggy is almost desperate to find it and bring it back.

"Look, you can get a job in this place," he scolds, unhappily, retaining the wallet and closing it carefully. He holds out his hand for the cash. "And Mr. Jacobs' got four kids to take care of," Foggy adds, expecting to play to John's feelings, hoping to fan the flames of guilt while altogether lying for the sake of Mr. Jacobs, a man he's only met in passing and really knows nothing about.
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[personal profile] vestments 2025-05-18 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
( this isn't the sort of place marc inhabited as a kid — that had been a small apartment in a walk-up, a poor neighbourhood, noisy and unpleasant when it had cause to be, but there'd been community nonetheless. his familiarity more comes from later years — as a teen, ending up in rougher areas courtesy of personality and hobbies; in his twenties, thanks to occupation.

and so it's not quite a case of like recognising like, but there is at least a familiarity present, and for as much as marc would like to say he trusts the open-handed gesture, the look, ma, no weapons, he knows well enough that it doesn't mean that jason's unarmed. the quickness, the wariness is there in the way his gaze shifts to the ceiling, to marc's hand and back to his face.

good.

he mms, not soft, not gentle, just considering. health and safety. that's a good one, marc thinks, regardless of which side of this jason is really on. there's still no smile of amusement, but there's a glimmer of something that sits a little south of it. marc knows he edges towards unreasonable, but he likes to think he's not completely devoid of measure or humour, no matter what anyone else might think — he can appreciate a smart remark with the best of them, even more so when it's not targeted. )


Seems like it. Old pipework makes it difficult to tell the source of problems. ( there's almost a shrug there, and marc's attention leaves jason, shifts towards the dark of the hallway. all in white, he knows he's more visible than almost anyone else, but that's how he likes it. what it doesn't mean is he can see in the dark, not any more than any other entirely regular human. regardless, there'll be a stairwell — should be — the kind with a sign, the sort that should light up when the power goes out, but judging by the state of the building, of the city, chance'd be a fine thing.

back to jason. he gestures towards him, vague, not quite explanatory, before adding, )
It'd be remiss to make you deal with it alone.
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[personal profile] shabby_magic 2025-05-18 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, a moral one. Very sweet of the man to try and tickle John's sense of guilt but he really doesn't have much of one to begin with and in this place it seems like a soft heart and helping won't get him anywhere.

It certainly won't make things easier. Survival and escape are John's only goals here.

John looks the guy up and down. "What if I help you find who took your wallet? Will that get you off my back?"

He's not sure what the police are like in this place but he doesn't want to find out this early in his stay. He also doesn't need this man causing a scene and making people wary about someone bumping into them.
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-18 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Charles pauses when she does, confused about what is suddenly setting off a chain reaction for her. He is patient by nature though so he doesn't push, he waits, and then his expression softens when she says she knows him. He is aware of what happens in his future, who he becomes to many other mutants, which is what he assumes she is given the recognition. His position as a leader of the X-Men is something he takes seriously, even if he is still trying to reframe what that means for him now. ]

I see. You're one of my future students, then?

[ He is even more glad now that he stepped in. He does consider it his responsibility to care for people in a general way, but fellow mutants more so. He failed many of them in his time, let his misery and self-hate get the better of him, and that will never happen again. She didn't recognize him which means he must have been a few decades later. ]

It's lovely to meet you.
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[personal profile] motiontocompel 2025-05-18 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The blackout had lasted longer than expected and Foggy finds himself mourning the items he'd just purchased beforehand as he discarded them into the trash. With the power out and his fridge already dangerously close to the FDA-approved cutoff for keeping food safe, he's got little choice but to toss away what he'd worked hard to obtain.

It's frustrating, if not downright depressing, but he tries to keep a positive mindset. He still has some canned goods — items saved for emergencies just like this — but that certainly won't last him until his next meager pay. Worse yet, his contract is about up, meaning he'll need to find another temporary source for work.

He's just coming back inside, wiping his hands against his ill-fitting jeans, when he thinks he hears a familiar voice. The low tone sends a chill right up his spine — an undeniable tingle of reminiscence — and he lets his feet move him towards it, eventually catching the movement of hair, straight and golden, like shafts of wheat glistening in the sun. Tall, strong, beautiful. The way this woman holds herself nearly solidifies his certainty even before seeing her face.

"Karen?" They're eight doors apart but the expanse feels massive and Foggy's afraid she might be some kind of illusion. Nothing so good ever comes this easy, right? And yet... "Karen Page?" His voice is almost trembling, but he's asking less tentatively, more firmly and with no lack of hope. "Please tell me that's really you."
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[personal profile] ginghamed 2025-05-18 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
- What?

[ whatever she's expecting to hear from the person who's just run into her, it's not that. it makes her mildly concerned that he's hit his head harder than either of them had realized, which makes her want to get out to check him over more thoroughly.

she's able to get her belt unbuckled and is feeling along her legs to make sure she's not potentially missing any injuries; aside from more bruising at her hips from where she'd been jerked into the lap belt she's not feeling anything. dorothy breathes out in relief, opening the door and stepping out, wincing at the ache that throbs where she'd been thrown against the wheel and seatbelt.

she's able to piece together that he thinks she's someone else; somebody he knows. which is odd, but not really either of their biggest problems right now. ]


I don't think I'm who you think I am. I'm gonna check you for injuries, okay?
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-18 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Charles is decent with technology, although his interest has always been firmly with biological studies. He comes up with good ideas and then Hank applies his own skills to making them happen. They were always a good team that way. It's strange being without him after a decade of constant companionship. Upgrading this wheelchair will take more than his mind to accomplish, but he'll think on it at least. He too couldn't afford any materials.

He's skeptical that it's not as bad as it looks, but if Jayce thinks so, he is hardly going to question someone who is using it actively. It looks like it might have been hastily made, an emergency, perhaps. He only suggested the hospital because he thought they would help him for free, but the materials, who knows. They might be unable.

He takes the hand and shakes it firmly. ]


Charles Xavier. A pleasure to meet you.

[ Despite the situation at hand, he has come into contact with some others stuck in this situation who are interesting individuals. ]

It looks like a recent injury. You have more time to heal.
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[personal profile] valle 2025-05-18 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
( You're one of my future students, then? — she says nothing; she doesn't correct him. While it's accurate to say she learned a lot from him, more than she can even put into words in only a matter of days, she certainly wasn't one of his students... but she isn't sure whether or not she ought to tell him otherwise. She isn't sure if he should know the truth.

She isn't sure he'll want her around if he learns she's the reason he eventually dies. Is it selfish to hold that back, just for the chance that maybe he will let her stick around him? She can lie to herself and say that it's about the timelines, or that she's protecting him from the knowledge, it's easy to justify being withholding that way.

So instead, she just circles around to answering his first question, the one she was too startled to respond to:
)

Laura. My name, it's Laura. ( She remembers threading her fingers through his after his seizure. She remembers sitting in his chair as the two of them watched Westerns on a hotel television, as he softly explained to her the significance of the movie. Her throat feels thick. ) It's.... really good to see you again.
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[personal profile] motiontocompel 2025-05-18 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Tensions are high and things are beginning to escalate. Although Foggy is not one to press the issue, once in a while a situation comes along where he can't quite let go. When his wallet had gone missing during work, it had sucked, yeah; it was a part of him, containing the few things from home that meant something more than what this place can offer.

But the watch? The watch his father had given him when he'd graduated? It wasn't something Foggy could abide by losing, wasn't something he could find himself giving up so easily.

"It's cheap and it barely keeps time," Foggy reasons, but he's still unclasping his watch as he's held up at pipe-point by a thug and his two friends. "But— But I've got a little cash and you can totally have it, if you— Oh. Both. Okay, you want both now. Well, that's disingenuous, even for a couple of theives—"

The shuffle and yelp Foggy lets out is simply a reaction to the threat being made against him, but he finds he's a bit more testy these days (and for good reason). Plunging his hand into his pocket, he digs for the cash. "Fine, fine," he tells the men, louder than necessary. "Go ahead and rob me. But karma's a real bitch, you know."

Hadn't he just seen someone running around in a mask? Where's a vigilante when you need one?
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[personal profile] valle 2025-05-18 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
The truth of the matter is this: she's been stealing food. She's never worked a real job before, because she hasn't lived in a real society at any point in her young-adult life. The brief couple of years she spent in the real world weren't enough to prepare her; they were so short they may as well not have happened at all. She only knows how to fight, to steal, to survive in an apocalyptic wasteland. Not how to work retail.

And she's hungry. Her metabolism works faster than a normal person's; her healing factor ramps it up ten times over. She's constantly burning calories whether she wants to or not, so her stomach is a bottomless pit that free supermarket samples and stolen jars of peanut butter don't really cover.

This is why she hesitates, and this is why she ultimately says:

"Okay," and then, after a beat, "But only if you eat them with me."

She'd feel guilty taking his food otherwise. It's less bad, less strange, if it's having a meal together. Right?