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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.
chuju: (153.)

free food

[personal profile] chuju 2025-05-18 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Though it's been many years since Daisy last had to worry about how she was going to pay for her next meal, she easily falls back into the old habits from her couch-surfing and van-living days. Every bit of free food offered is taken without hesitation, and she only questions the things that genuinely look like they might fight back against her digestive system. This is her third day coming to this particular supermarket, and she's fairly certain the staff are starting to recognize her, but given how many people in the line she recognizes in turn from previous days, she's fairly certain she's not the only one taking advantage of the free sample system.

That assumption is proven more than correct by the blonde woman in front of her, the little speech coaxing a hint of a smile out of Daisy as much as the accent she recognizes. It's nice to hear something a little familiar, even if there's still a very real possibility they're not from the same planet or even the same universe.

Grabbing her own sample and taking an extra for good measure since the 'stooge' is too distracted to notice, Daisy pushes past the growing crowd of people trying to get their own sets of multiple tiny food bites to catch up with the blonde. When she comes up beside her, she raises one of the little paper cups in a mock toast. ]


Cheers to being kidnapped? [ Her dark tone assures that it is not a cheers-worthy matter. ]


( I haven't been able to see tbolts yet, sob, so maybe no major spoilers pls? )
lufeng: (027)

middle of nowhere is a great place for a crisis it's true

[personal profile] lufeng 2025-05-18 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Listen, sometimes you needed to go out and see what things were like outside of the city limits for your own eyes. Sometimes you needed to just find the most secluded spot possible and simply

power down

Who would blame Vash? A car stopped out in the middle of this expanse of dirt did, however, make for a remarkable sight for someone not looking to wallow in agony. Lu Feng briefly thought about minding his own business about this, but... it was possible that someone was in trouble, right? Or could be, if someone with ignoble intentions were to come by. It could be that this was a trap as well, but Lu Feng felt confident that he could keep himself safe even in that case.

So, he rolled up in his own car, close enough to see that there was a body? Someone hunched over in the driver's seat?? He couldn't quite see well enough between their windows to tell if this other person is even still alive, but maybe a quick, easy--]


Beep!

[-- from his horn would give him the answer.]
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[personal profile] frostfist 2025-05-18 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Arguably "map guy" is easier to say than his actual name but...... ]

Wriothesley. [ Thankfully, it sounds better than it's spelled. ] And yourself?

[ In the meantime, he'll take a peek at the inside of said car, after marveling over the way it opens in such an unconventional manner. Or maybe that's how most cars open? Not like he's ever seen one before. Fontaine may be a leader in innovation back in Teyvat, but all of its inventions may as well be ancient relics here.

Nothing immediately jumps out to him, but he can take a guess from the way the guy's face scrunches slightly that there's something missing. ]


Not seeing what you're looking for?
Edited (MY HOMOPHONES) 2025-05-18 17:56 (UTC)
vestments: (marc: 4)

[personal profile] vestments 2025-05-18 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
( marc's gaze drops to adrian's lips when he speaks, involuntary and instinctual as soon as he realises he can't hear the words. he's not precisely skilled in lip-reading, but he's had some experience of it in the military, but here and now it doesn't help him. the rain's too heavy, obscures the shape of adrian's mouth behind the glass to the point that marc can't even begin to guess, and truth be told, marc's not sure if the language is one he even knows.

it doesn't much seem to matter, for adrian holds out a palm and disappears, and marc does indeed wait, something that sits adjacent to curiosity but isn't quite that holding him where he stands.

whilst adrian retrieves the binder, marc keeps half an eye on him, and half an eye on the water. it's rising, but not in any formation that marc can make sense of. it's not steady, not like he'd expect if it were the result of a leak or a burst pipe, and in the moments before adrian returns to the window, marc's gaze seems focussed on a particularly dark, inky black portion of the room, brows pulled tight as if he's silently trying to work something out.

there's no sudden bang against glass to grab his attention, instead it's the glint of laminated paper in moonlight, and he drags his gaze across. it's too dark to make out the shape of the words, but the symbols are clear enough. mostly clear enough, he mentally amends, something pulling tight in his stomach the longer he looks. that adrian's giving the code to him says it's something out here, and his eyes lift slowly to meet adrian's.

if he looks tired — and he does — it's nothing to do with the situation at hand and everything to do with marc, sorry to say. fortunately, or something along those lines, it doesn't seem to dull marc's edges. he pulls out the fucking terrible phone he's managed to purchase, the one he'd argue is better than his phone at home by virtue of not being smashed yet, and holds it against the window.

the light's limited, but he can at least make out the words 'rear', 'building', 'panel'. all in a day's work, really. he holds up a finger as if to say 'one' or more likely, 'one moment'.

he's gone for what feels like long too long, and by the time he returns, he's certain they're not alone. any disorientation, any nausea, any burgeoning headache is shoved to one side out of practice and familiarity, even as he re-studies the symbols. in spite of himself — or perhaps, thanks to himself, someone used to forgetting, to having to recover details he doesn't want to admit he doesn't recall — he makes a few quick notes in his phone, a kind of shorthand understandable only by himself.

it's punctuated by the occasional, fleeting glance to adrian, a non-verbal 'you okay?' accompanied by a silent checking of the water level. he knows what it's like to drown, and it's not an experience he'd recommend but to his most unfavoured enemies.

he's still disoriented and off-balance after entering the code, fresh blood staining the sleeves of his shirt, running down his dominant (right) hand as he returns to the front of the building. is it immediate? did he get it right? he's not quite sure, and his focus wavers for a beat too long (khonshu? no), and then—

shit
fuck
doors. )
ginghamed: or anyone below the sun (i don't trust anything)

[personal profile] ginghamed 2025-05-18 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, and what's your plan when you get to it?

[ it's not as if she has one, either, but still. even if she can't help fight she can at least help get whoever's in danger out of it and tend to whatever injuries they may have.

it's not long before they reach it, and since the man she's been trailing has the assailant handled for now, dorothy darts towards the woman, putting herself between her and the scuffle in front of her. ]


Did he hurt you?
terrorisms: (JB_343)

[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-18 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
( That's not quite the reassurance Clint might think it is — not a lot of confidence in try to figure it out. Not when the problem's as big and as cosmic and as incomprehensible as interdimensional kidnapping, but... sure. More power to him, Frank's not about to rain on that parade. Maybe he'll manage something. Frank's not in a hurry, but he does have people to get back to. People he needs to be there for in case something happens, people he needs to be able to protect. He can't do that from here, so... as nice as it is not to have a reputation yet, this can't be permanent.

Then comes that second bit, that could've left me, and Frank's expression changes. It doesn't go hard exactly, it isn't annoyance on his face. It's more a firm, humorless, mildly chafed sort of look.

in a slow, hoarse drawl:
)

That's not the kind of asshole I am.

( Phrasing's important. He is an asshole, that's no question, he's not denying it and he'd hate to set a false precedent. But there's a common fundamental misunderstanding among some types about who he is, what he does, why he does it. Contrary to what some media outlets might say, Frank Castle is not a wanton murderer with a flagrant disregard for human life. He's not the type to leave an innocent man to die, callously, coldly, for no reason. He might not be dressing up and playing hero the way Murdock does, but that's not because he's a fucking sociopath. He isn't. The opposite couldn't be more true; he cares immensely.

He lives with his killings because he can, because he can stomach it, because he can bear the weight and keep on walking, and he can do it without flinching, but that doesn't mean it doesn't all sit with him. That he isn't constantly and forever aware of the blood on his hands. He doesn't need to add anybody to that list that doesn't deserve to be there. He's got enough to shoulder as it is. So no, he couldn't have just left him.

Normally, Frank doesn't give a shit about clearing up this fundamental misunderstanding of his character — people are gonna think what they wanna think, and he doesn't care enough to correct that — but... they're sitting here having coffee together. They're two people from the same world on an alien planet full of new rules and unfathomable horrors. Right now, they're the same. It may be worth at least a minimal effort to make things clear. To clarify who he is — or who he isn't.
)
tolight: (pic#10759997)

quaddening!!!

[personal profile] tolight 2025-05-18 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Regardless of the circumstances of her arrival or buildings taller than what she's ever seen in her entire life, she's not going to ignore a cry for help ( even if it took her a second to figure out where said cry came from; but she knows how to get on the Forum now, so that's good ). The weather gets increasingly worse the closer to quadrant 3 gets — and by the time she's stepping out of her car, she's already drenched. Her phone gets left in the car, which is for the best. She'll learn about the tragedies of waterlogged electronics another day.

For now— it's the water splashing up against the window that catches her attention at first, the innate wrongness of the sight calling her over. Call it morbid curiosity or something else — but usually flood water ends up on the outside of buildings, and whatnot. The water out on the sidewalk is nowhere near the height that's inside, and something's not adding up ( it's splashing at about her ankles, which is high enough already; but in there? Well— ).

The bright red of a masked man drowning comes a little after that. ]


Gods! [ Lucina's rushing to the door, rattling at the handle to see if it'll open. When that doesn't work, she's going straight for her sword, her grip backwards from how she'd normally wield it, all so that she can raise it above her shoulder and slam the pommel of her sword to the glass, hard. It bounces right back off, but the impact rings through the store. ]
mechatheism: (pic#17552565)

[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-18 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[The medical tent, yes. Perhaps Viktor was hoping Alucard's answer would be something along the lines of "transported by a runestone known for doing such things". To hear that he simply fell backward and hit his head--he's not sure what to make of that.

Not that it shows on his face.
]

So, an impact of sorts. [That, at least, is a common denominator he can work with.] What were you doing in catacombs?

[Seems like a strange place to be. Maybe a place to do magic rituals, that might backfire and transport one to an in-between world like this.]
terrorisms: (a-jbta94)

[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-18 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
( The water ripples; Frank's eyes track it immediately, because he's searching the water already. Searching for her, searching for the tendrils of hair, searching for the body that keeps slipping out of his grasp before he can reach it. That pattern of rolling synchronistic waves carries his eyes up, up, up to the glass beyond. To the figure standing on the other side of it.

The closest thing to sign language Frank knows is military hand signals. It doesn't exactly lead to a wide variety of conversation, and it doesn't really translate here — but the round of charades stills him. The water ebbs and flows, pushing and pulling at his waist even as his body stands stock still, no longer a churning force to send it moving around him.

Which means the movement is coming from something else. The back and forth pressure is coming from changing water levels. Stopping for even a second to think makes that clear.

But there's a part of him, an irrational and feral part, that does not want to care about this. That part glances down, distressed, in denial, searching through the brackish waters filled with debris and detritus of former office life, looking for her. He wants-

Christ. He just wants-

The soundproof glass muffles the animalistic snarl that escapes his lips to reverberate around the room. He slams his fist into the locked door, not because it'll accomplish even a hint of getting him out, but because he needs the outlet. Twice more it escapes him, knuckles pounding on unforgiving wood until they crack and split, his mouth twisted with the rage of it all.

And then it dies down, and two or three seconds of utter stillness passes before he drags that hand over his face.

The water inches up his sternum., and for a second, he thinks about letting it take him. Drowning in it, letting his body wash up beside hers — but hers isn't here. It isn't real. It can't be, he knows, not just because he remembers seeing them put her to rest back home, but because the corpse here still had all her face intact. That's a pretty lie; it's wrong.

Dying here just means dying in a world completely separate from his kids, from his wife. He doesn't really believe in an after anymore, but there's a comfort in the thought of going into the ground beside them. He needs to get his shit together.

He peels his hand away, and settles his eyes on Wrench again. It's a long look, and there's no real attempt to communicate in it. There's no help me, there's no who are you. It's simpler than that. It's just a point of connection — two people alive, making eye contact, aware of the present moment, living it together. Wrench on the outside looking in, Frank with water sloshing around his soaked clothes, trying to drag him under. Just two people, the end. Wrench is a witness to this stupid god damn moment of vulnerability and idiocy and lethal danger, and Frank's resigned to letting that be the case, too tired on every fundamental level to care.

And then he breaks eye contact, and begins what feels like a fruitless search for some kind of key, some kind of escape hatch, some kind of card or remote or something that might trigger the locking mechanism on the door.
)
Edited 2025-05-18 18:22 (UTC)
messenger: head tilt, squint, brows furrowed (❝ god put a song on my palm ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-18 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
It does?

[ he doesn't feel strong.

hasn't in a long, long time.

but there's no reason to go admitting that to his new friend. ]


What's yours?
hellunbounded: (look: soft surprised)

time for Pain!

[personal profile] hellunbounded 2025-05-18 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
( Sam has done riskier things than wade into an abandoned building to grab some sorely-needed medical supplies, but when the lock buzzes behind him him and the water that was sitting at his ankles begins to rise, he can't think of any of them. Trying to shatter the door or window with gunshots and his own body does nothing, and at that moment, there's no one outside. He has to figure this out on his own.

He runs as fast as he can through the water soaking his jeans, eyes alert to find a way out of this: a keypad, a safe he can break into, anything. There's a computer, old but alive, and Sam figures that his best bet for any instructions or passwords that can help him. It doesn't take him long to hack into, and the start button flashes against the screen before an application sputters to life on the screen.

Immediately, Sam begins to scan through folders at lighting speed, searching PASSWORD and CODE and SECURITY to no avail. As he opens another folder, a word document opens without his permission, and Sam hopes it might hold the answer he's looking for. Instead, his stomach sinks at the words typed out on the screen in front of him: )


YOU KILLED HER, SAM. YOU KILLED THEM ALL.

( His hand moves to shut off the computer before his mind realizes what he's doing. He gets to his feet, abandoning the idea of the computer holding the answer, then realizes that the water has risen from his ankles to halfway up his calf. He curses, then makes way to the shelves with a few scattered notebooks in them, ready to frantically flip through each one --

There's a face in the water. Bloated, grey, like they belonged to bloated corpses. A second passes, then another floats to the top. Then another. More and more faces of the dead appear, their eyes open by vacant: Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Kevin, Charlie, Jessica, Mom, Dad, Dean, Dean, Dean --

He's trapped within his body, frozen to the core, his breath caught in his throat as he stares down at the dismembered heads. He doesn't even notice when the water reaches his knees. )
churnback: (055)

[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-18 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
That tracks.

[ With a little nod to the bottle he'd poured from, a hint of a smirk that's very blink-and-you'll-miss-it. In this case, she didn't even have to ask. And while he couldn't really care less about getting chummy with people here, he doesn't mind some company for a bit. ]

And no — we're way past that. Guess I gotta ask now — when are you from?

[ He's used to shore leave on a station and mingling with people from different worlds. But he's bumped into people here now who aren't just from different places, but different times altogether. ]
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[personal profile] magike 2025-05-18 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
2019.

( she's never been asked before when she is from but rowena doesn't blink at it. after meeting her grandson who'd been transported through time, trying to time travel herself and living over 300 years it isn't a strange concept. nevermind the fact that she'd been dead and resurrected to come here )

How far past that are you?
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[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-05-18 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Another sigh, but this time for himself. ]

No, of course — of course, you're right.

[ Alphinaud has to resist the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose the way their father used to when faced with a stressful situation — often one brought on by the twins. He follows her into the room and closes the door behind them, keeping flat to the back of it and waits there. Even if they mean to leave the moment Alisaie finds her crystal, he doesn't want to grant any opening of invite to an unsavoury guest. ]

Forgive me, sister. [ He means it this time, too. ] I fear I've been allowing my darkest thoughts to cloud my judgment. It was a difficult transition when we were first brought to the First — but we had the Exarch then, and we understood how we had been summoned and how we could help. And now ...

[ He clears his throat. ]

We ought to check in on him.

[ Because he worries too. ]
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-18 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Logan cocks his head, makes it no secret either that he's clocked the glowing eye. Almost brings to mind the Sentinels—but this guy is obviously more human than not. Or more something, apparently, as the man pushes the car a good chunk forward with a foot.

Alright, then.

Logan circles around just to see whose car it even is. There's nobody inside, but the key's still in the ignition, engine idle, all doors locked tight. Like whoever was there vanished without moving. Explains the reason it's sat here blocking the way. He squints through the driver's side window. That's not a good sign. Also? Not something he wants to make his problem if it doesn't need to be.

Instead, it's the man with him that's got his attention. Logan studies him for a second. ]


So what're you? [ Just in case why he's asking isn't clear, Logan puts his hand on the same car and gives it the same shove with the same too-little effort to pass for normal. ]
Edited 2025-05-18 18:34 (UTC)
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-18 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Uncharitably, Viktor wonders if An Zhe might be a suitable distraction, though he doesn't think he's so far gone that he needs to rope a bystander into his crimes.]

There's no obligation.

[As in, Viktor will continue on--if An Zhe would like to join him, well. That's his choice.]
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[personal profile] hellunbounded 2025-05-18 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
( Sam doesn't do well with the dark - but then again, he doesn't seem to do well with anything these days. The room could be fully lit, secured, and filled with ancient books for him to devour, but Sam would still find a way to be suspicious of it. The dark is a sort of devil he knows, at least.

He's staring at the ceiling, working through his options in his head - maybe he should keep driving, see what other options there are - when something bangs on the door, loudly. Sam's on his feet in an instant, hand at the gun at his hip, but he forces himself to take a breath before he can unclip it. This place is hardly safe, but he doesn't want to start shooting the landlord unprompted.

When he opens the door - just an inch, enough for him to see through, his other hand still resting on his pistol - his eyebrows rise in surprise at who's yelling at him. He lets the door open a tad wider, his hand falling from his weapon, before saying incredulously: )
Rowena?

( There's no time for further questions, because just then, a blood-curdling scream echoes down the hall. Sam grabs Rowena's arm and pulls her into his room without a second thought, then slams the door behind him. )
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-18 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Dealing with people bothering the dead.

[The answer isn't entirely false. Vampires among the buried dead can be a bother to the living and those in repose.]

Does the impact portion hold true for you as well...?
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[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-05-18 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. [ +1 points in this man's favour.

Alphinaud's eyes light up. ]
I have a friend back home who could pilot ships, too. Well, I suppose he could pilot just about anything set before him.

[ Maybe he ought to channel his inner Cid after all. (jk, he has no inner Cid) Because he's looking at the gear stick, then back to Cassian, and he's trying to understand the significance of something that is automatic. ]

So it shall run by itself? I haven't the need to pilot it myself?

[ Well, that's good news! ]
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fluxdrift.

[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-18 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The rumble probably reaches her before she sees the dark shape coming down the opposite road. Logan's been scoping out the Scrapyard here and there, trying to see if anybody else coming in might be somebody who catches his interest. So far, it's all strangers. Can't say he's surprised about that.

But when he sees the a slim figure in the middle of the dusty highway, he stops short, engine idling as he pulls up beside her.

Car troubles, huh? Been a lot of that going around. His isn't exactly the smoothest ride, either—the kickstart's a pain in the ass, even for him—but at least it hasn't broken down yet. ]


You've got a flat. [ Is the helpful statement he throws out in place of Need help? ]
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my ice cream is melting so i can answer this

[personal profile] magike 2025-05-18 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
( the door being opened just an inch doesn't stop her from yelling at whoever's behind it, but it does stop her from properly seeing who it is, especially given the dark. she doesn't even have time to fully recognise the voice before the door opens further, something else screams, and she's pulled into the room.

she's about to hit back at his chest for daring to do that when a light from outside shines into the room and she sees his face, making that recognition fully slot into place )


Samuel?

( she relaxes quickly, letting her hands lower from where she'd just about to make contact, looking a little sheepish for a moment. but there's still the problem outside, particularly since it hadn't come from his room )

How is it we're pulled to another world and thrown into one of your cases?

( she hasn't memorised the lore, samuel, tell her what was screaming )
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-18 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Apart from the feeling of wanting to know who exactly is in that alley, what they're doing, and if they plan to keep screwing around with anyone else, Amos privately admits to himself he wants to see what this girl is capable of. The way she has an easy confidence, no apparent fear, she knows she's got the ability to overtake whatever happens and he wants to know more.

At the same time, when it becomes clear that there's a group of assholes threatening someone, he feels more compelled to act than he did before. Seeing it makes it hard to turn away from it. There doesn't need to be a feeling of loyalty for this stranger's well-being for Amos to have no patience for bullies, and react accordingly.

The girl — the hero in all of this — handles it exactly like she knew she could. Shit. You got a trick like that up your sleeve, there's nothing to fear. It's impressive, though, and it holds Amos' attention as long as it lasts before she's suddenly rushing forward, and — yeah. Instinct takes over, and he moves forward with her.

One of the guys tries to kick out and trip him up, but Amos side-steps it, reaches out with a sharp grip on his arm, twists him around. Just before he can pin that arm enough to break it, the guy gets in a punch and Amos doesn't dodge it in time. The blow lands near his temple, but in that half second of cockiness the asshole must be feeling, he leaves himself vulnerable, and it's enough for Amos to reach out, wrapping his hand around his neck and lifting him a little, pinning him against the wall. He may be a little breathless, but his voice is deceptively calm. ]


Bad move. No hard feelings, though.

[ He's not in the business of mercy, not for someone like this, so he has no qualms tightening his grip. If the guy dies, he dies. He glances over his shoulder, though, to check on the girl with some kind of — magic, and clock how many others are there, and who might be coming at him, or her, next. ]
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[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-18 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sometimes she quietly marvels - and appreciates so deeply - that they had never lost their ability to sense what the other was thinking even if it went left unsaid. It's why she had said what she did.

Her brother, ever the optimist, ever the one to look forward to the brighter future had been having a harder time adjusting than she had and she had an inkling as to why. But sometimes he just needed the gentle reminder that things were not hopeless. She may feel differently had she arrived alone - but she didn't because he was here with her. So was the Exarch.

From somewhere below the bed he'll hear a huff in response to his apology. But it isn't loaded with annoyance. It's coated with understanding. ]


I know. But just like we did then we have one another even if we seem to lack any sort of reasonable answers. I'm positive that once we spend more time here we'll be able to uncover something.

[ This hiding spot under the bed had seemed like a good idea up until all the lights had gone out. She blindly gropes around, annoyance actually making its way into her voice again. ]

Where did I put that blasted thing?

[ Except as soon as she does, the handle of their front door begins to jiggle. ]
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-18 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The school. Hearing it said out loud seems almost unbelievable. But not as unbelievable as the notion that Erik would come back. That he would even see Charles again.

He's still reluctant. He doesn't like the thought of anyone but Charles in his head, and he doesn't really know this woman. But to be fair, if she is a telepath and she actually meant him harm, she'd have likely done something by now. ]


Show me, then.
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-18 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
At least we're not alone. Silver linings.

[ Would it have mattered that much, to Erik? Maybe not. He was doing just fine on his own back in Poland, and he knows he'd be able to survive here as well. Still, he doesn't mind lending a hand to others that might need it more than he does. ]

I've managed to get some food, actually. So I'm doing alright. [ Between the free samples and purchasing what he could manage with the little money he earned during his shifts so far. ] You're a recent arrival as well, I take it?

[ Given that he seems far from settled and lacking resources too. ]