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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.
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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.
churnback: (020)

[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-18 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Shit — got some mileage on you. Twenty-fourth century. You might have guessed things changed a little.

[ Understatement of the year, of course. He likes her vibe, though, and now he's more curious about the world and her life in a way different time. ]

Does a place like this feel familiar?

[ Parts of it are to him, and parts of it aren't. ]
heavymetals: (1973 « messy divorce)

[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-18 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She's right in that Erik doesn't really understand the kind of place she's talking about. It's difficult for him to envision it, or to imagine anyone from an extinct timeline surviving anywhere, for whatever reason. How much power would it require to create a place such as that, and to be able to pull people into it?

He hums, looking down the long road ahead. They're too far to even see the outline of the city. He certainly hopes it's there, because surviving out in a wasteland would be so much harder. ]


So we have both been drawn from our respective... realities. [ Or worlds, timelines (not that she has one anymore). ] There are probably others, do you think?
heavymetals: (1973 « my move)

[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-18 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
It'll serve you well, around here.

[ At the apology, Erik simply shrugs it off, not at all shocked by the violence he's just witnessed. He's done worse— seen even worse still being done to others. ]

It's fine. [ And since the man seems to be assessing him, he adds. ] Erik. I came over to help, not that it was needed.
heavymetals: (1973 « too quick)

[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-18 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Just give him a moment to notice that, it's been a while since he's seen Peter. He's bound to realise he looks older now, that is if Peter doesn't tell him first.

He closes his eyes a moment when Peter just zips over to the chair. Calmly heads over and leans against the table while taking a sip from his own beer. ]


Charles. Other mutants, but I'm not familiar with them. [ They were familiar with him, but that's a whole other matter entirely. ] Yourself?
heavymetals: (1973 « come now)

[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-18 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He raises an eyebrow at her remark, his head tilting to the side. Alright then, if she wants to be that way. ]

Quite frankly, I don't care if you believe me or not. I was just as annoyed by those noises as you were.

[ Well, maybe not as annoyed, since she actually bothered to leave her room to try and do something about it. ]
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-18 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Together. It feels good to even hear the word, even if there's much that Viktor can't bring himself to say. How does he explain, that he built this body as a shield against Jayce's rejection? That he wanted to become this in part because it meant he wouldn't have to feel anything? How can he look at him, when he used this form to end countless versions of Piltover?

Jayce reaches out and touches him anyway. He skirts around the open wound, trailing fingers down what remains of his face. Viktor leans forward, shoulders slumping in defeat.
]

All of those people, Jayce.

[He shouldn't be here. When they finished it, back in Piltover, that should have been the end. Even together, he isn't sure how to move forward.]
primepool: ([la] 052)

[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-18 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Okay, scratch that. He might be thinking of jerking this car, 'cause the lit sign on top flickering is pretty sweet. For a second, there's hope and meaning in the world. Not only a ride, but a ride and a meal. Even a flat tired slash potential murder situation is improved with pizza.

Though considering the smell when she rolls down the window isn't pizza, it's seeming like it's a loaner and not one that's got the real goods.

Nothing in life is fuckin' free, huh? You're lucky he's catching that old man comment on the shoulder!]


Hey, hey, hey, kid, don't put this on me! This was a chance for self-censorship. [He says as he starts putting his pants back on, hopping on one leg. Okay, he's not a complete piece of shit; if she's just workin' a shit job, he's not gonna rip her out of the car. Yet.] You got a spare donut in this thing's tetanus trunk?
messenger: brow arched, exasperated (❝ periphyllaperiphylla ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-18 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ and what was the plan, castiel wonders? it's withering to consider a time where he may have to face his father as an enemy. though he's been on earth long enough to understand how such things could come to be, he feels no better about the turn reality has taken. the world used to be so much simpler. the spheres were once in harmony. or, at least, it felt that way, and sometimes he wonders if his ignorance wasn't preferable. ]

I never knew him personally.

[ a few more months out, and he would have the opportunity, while lucifer rid his vessel and his father ignored the lesser angel trapped inside its meat. but he doesn't know his own future, and distrusts jack's.

castiel purses his lips and shakes his head, once, to himself. ]


Is there a reason he wanted you dead so badly?
Edited 2025-05-18 18:57 (UTC)
argumentiste: (09)

[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-18 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The last thing Alisaie should be feeling is any sort of satisfaction that her spell hit. Sure, it had missed its mark; she had been aiming for the maybe-Ascian, maybe-Primal's head but this is close enough and a start. And frankly, if it were so easy defeat an Ascian, all their challenges and strife probably wouldn't be so long winded and drawn out.

That being said, she does give her brother a positively incredulous look as he tries to speak to the man they'd just hit. Really? Little do they know how stupid they look: a pair of young twins, one brandishing a crystal that probably just looks like a crystal that one would use to ward off "bad vibes" and a rich boy who is trying his best to employ conversational diffusion techniques in the car they had just totalled.

But when the man makes no move to attack them and in fact looks positively world weary as he steps back to give them room, some of her guard drops. But only some. Her eyes dart to Alphinaud before she releases herself from her seatbelt and hops out of the car. Her hand is still outstretched, the crystal hovering and floating there as a warning. ]


What would you want in return?
littlemushroom: (101)

[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-18 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Mhmm.

[[That was understood well enough, but An Zhe would still fall in step with the tallest cloaked figure in the vicinity. He had nothing but time on his hands at the moment after all.

It wasn't like An Zhe wouldn't get anything out of it either. The benefits of following an intimidating figure were well known to him. If he could take advantage of that for a little bit, why not?]]

I don't mind.
hellunbounded: (look: soft surprised)

panorama (dad mode activated)

[personal profile] hellunbounded 2025-05-18 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
( While Sam is cautiously wandering the streets of this strange city - it looks like a worse version of Detroit, somehow - his eyes wander to a stall outside a store and the familiar figure standing there, chewing on something decidedly not familiar, something that looks like an egg. Sam rubs his eyes once, but when Jack doesn't disappear, he decides to assume he isn't a hallucination and proceed accordingly - especially if Jack is wandering around in a place like this. )

Don't eat that. ( Not a particularly warm greeting, but Sam makes a face as he swipes the egg-shaped abomination from Jack's hand, his face tight with distaste. Once that threat to Jack's life is out of his hands, then he can properly express his joy at seeing the young man again. )
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-18 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mission accomplished. One might imagine that he looks satisfied, under the hood (even though there is, of course, no expression to be discerned). Viktor offers a nod, and then prepares to move on his way.]

I'm in search of supplies.

[And, maybe a way to pay for them.]
someonetostay: (206)

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-18 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)

Yes. My name is Connor. It’s a popular name choice for human males where I came from, although its prevalence is declining.

[Perhaps that might be related to why CyberLife chose it for him?

The deeper potential meaning, relating to dogs, is another consideration. Although a bit sad, perhaps, if CyberLife were trying to compare the RK800 model to canines themselves: CyberLife’s dog.]

Castiel is much more rare, in comparison.

[There’s also the religious meaning behind it, although Connor doesn’t mention that.]

Castiel in binary is 01100011 01100001 01110011 01110100 01101001 01100101 01101100.

[Connor nods once he’s done repeating the ones and zeros, as if he has imparted some manner of sagely knowledge.]

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[personal profile] magike 2025-05-18 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
( amos, that's usually her line. not quite but when you've seen so many centuries pass you tend to have the mileage on most people )

Parts do. It's a city with a bar, though it's a little more apocalyptic than most.

( says the woman who's seen through multiple failed apocalypses. but they've never fully hit and even if this isn't properly one it's giving off vibes )

Does it to you?
churnback: (1115)

lmk if this doesn't vibe!

[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-18 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's late and he should sleep, but he's here instead, trying out the pie. He'll call it a night soon, stretch out in the back of his car. He's barely paying attention to anything else around him, but he hears some macho dude making a fuss about cake, and now he's looking over to his left.

The waitress — decent enough — tries to stop the guy. And then he ups the asshole ante. It's not Amos' business technically, but this is a situation that reads wrong to him. He'll keep it brief, and hopefully the guy listens. ]


Pretty sure she didn't give you permission to take it.

[ The thing about Amos is he's not about posturing or being intimidating for the sake of it. He knows plenty of people who love tossing threats back and forth, warming up for a fight. All about ego and barking at each other. He doesn't have patience for that, he's more efficient about it all and if he needs to intervene, he'll just slam the guy's head into the counter.

And he normally doesn't care about making a scene, either. But the waitress was trying to handle it herself. The big asshole thinks he can do what he wants. Amos would prefer to sway the guy into actually listening to her, letting her take control, but if he gets a bad response or the guy tries to make a move on her, it's game over. Simple as that. ]
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[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-18 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Left to her own devices, Alisaie would have happily kept grilling the poor Miqo'te about what he was doing a rather poor job of hiding from them. There were so few answers that they had here and because of that, she was of the mind that the more information that they had between them the better. The Exarch and Alphinaud were some of the most brilliant minds she knew. If there was something that the Exarch was privy to that they weren't, she had to wonder why he was being so squirly about it.

But seeing as she isn't here alone, she takes her brother's lead. If he didn't see an urgent need to press the matter right at this moment, then she wouldn't either. It didn't mean that either of them were going to forget. (And besides...it feels like she's just scolded a pet with the way his tail swishes and his gaze goes downcast.) ]


I agree. Minor lapses in memory aside, at least a different mystery will give us something to do that isn't paying off a debt. [ And though she sounds positively world weary for a split second, she can't help but puff up again at the thought of Yom Crook. ] I can't believe how expensive these mounts are! I feel as if I've been robbed and we've only just arrived with incredibly little as it is.
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-18 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Next to her, Logan stands reading the same sign, though he is—predictably—skimming the one that offers a graveyard shift at the warehouse and not the one that puts him in front of customers. Or people, in general. He'd rather...well, he'd rather do a lot of shit before he does that.

He's content to ignore the woman 'til she speaks up. Logan glances over. Yeah, it's occurred to him, too, but suspicious sorta applies to several things he's seen in this city, including the rusty stain underneath one of the shelves near the so-called butcher's case filled with odd-looking eggs. Let's just say it's not the smell of pig's blood that's coming from that corner. ]


Guess we'll found out. [ He plucks the little tab at the bottom with a number, evidently undeterred. ] You worried?

[ She might've heard something he hasn't. ]
brandingproblem: (while Hawkeye seems cool)

[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-05-18 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah. Ha. It's serious business, to know the kind of man the man behind the Punisher is. An asshole, but not that kind of asshole. He's a vigilante doling out his own kind of justice, the kind that, hm, maybe the Ronin jives with. But he's not gonna let a stranger die if there's something he can do about it.

Because he's sure it has nothing to do with being That One Avenger I Think He Uses A Bow Or Something.

Seems like there could be some clearing the air between them on both fronts, but Mr. Punisher hasn't suggested much of anything besides being approving of being on Team Cap, sticking it to The Man and all that. Having a record. Really, does any of it matter in the wake of half the universe gone? Aren't they all different people now?

Is Natasha in a place where she can be with family? Her very soul? If there hadn't been a timely use of resuscitation (and, ow, if his chest didn't already hurt, the compressions sure would've done the job), maybe he could've stayed floating in that place with--

No point in that thought. Nat gave herself up for his family, and for him. He's here. And he's having coffee in a Not Waffle House, Not House of Pancakes, with a guy that was on the news for a good hot second for:]


Thirty-seven?

[Wry. Non-judgemental. Not that kind of asshole, but this kind of asshole.]
primepool: ([la] 080)

[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-18 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wade's little white lenses squint back at him at at that.] Yeah? And? [Doors are boring. No one feels epic when they're lock picking a fucking door. If he breaks it, who's gonna make sure the cold air stays on the inside? Checkmate.

It's about the time when the glass starts whining from how hard Wade's about to push himself through that the bum finally gets up and helps.

And with an unsatisfying amount of groaning, he and his sword make it through where he hops down on his feet, brushing himself off and looking around.]
Nice digs. [You know, for a cheap motel. His head whips back to the window, then back to the room's temporary owner.] And what shape you think the pizza would be in after that? Come on! You can get a fresh one with less groin strain. [He might've pulled a muscle. Lucky it basically heals instantly!

And then Wade goes and finds the nearest bag to start looking in it. Yeah, he has zero concept of the rules of being a guest, especially post break-in. No worries, this is only like the third room he's done it to. And considering he's gotten through with only one mild stabbing, he's doing pretty well.]
Oh, this is like, my whole thing. [He gestures to his head with one hand and keeps digging through shit with the other.] You got a carton on you? A single pack? Hell, I'll even take the shittiest weed you've got at this point. Easy trade, I'll kill your neighbor who's been beatboxing for the last four hours. Seriously, how do you sleep through that?
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[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-18 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ castiel doesn't know so much about name popularity, nor does he know much about binary, being as its a computing language (though he gleans the meaning— the universal laws are predicated on math as a basic building block, after all, even if human technology is a near total unknown to him).

he considers that it would be very strange if someone shared his name. ]


Your name is an anglicisation of Conchobhar, which means "lover of dogs". Do you like dogs?
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[personal profile] primepool 2025-05-18 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oops. All right, so he didn't think this one through, all right? That's the thing. He doesn't think. He just do.

Wade rolls off the windshield with a groan, almost falling over as his boots sink into the mud of the ditch. Oh, yeah, he's gonna feel that for the next hour. Spinal fractures are like... well, feels like how breaking your back feels. Yowzer. Maybe just rest that bitch for a second.

He hops back onto the hood so he doesn't get fucking stuck in the mud, laying out and propping a leg up like he's one of those French girls waiting to be painted. Also so the alignment of his spine isn't completely fucked as it heals.]
Oh, la la, Mr. Reed, we're looking less than fantastic today. [Oh, and a shotgun. Now where'd he get that beauty?] And Papi is packing! You gotta tell me where to get one of those. I got a whooole lotta deer to hunt.
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[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-18 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Fern's assessment of her would be correct. There were only a select few times in her life that Alisaie would ever seriously consider following the rules to the letter - that she would leave to her little lord of a brother. She vastly preferred to bend the rules. And in this case, humanity was a far more pressing and noble enough reason to do so.

That, and she's only going to be here for six weeks anyway. If she gets a slap on the wrist for helping out a fellow fluxdrifter so be it. Fern's tilt of the head is playfully mimicked by Alisaie, a finger coming to tap her chin thoughtfully. ]


No, it isn't. But the samples are here to provide you a taste of what they are before you purchase them. [ Her lip quirks. ] How else will you know if you like the aged cheddar that we have on offer this week or at least until supplies run out?

[ Her next question however has her pausing. ]

I'm afraid not; I haven't of it either. I was born in a place called Sharlayan located in the Source. You're from Faerûn I take it?

[ Because though she had similarities to Miqo'te (ie. the ears), she didn't look like one. ]
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[personal profile] chuju 2025-05-18 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It hasn't been long enough for her bones to have fully healed, even with the advanced medical tech found in this strange place, so she feels every punch and kick reverberate through the hairline fractures laced throughout her body, but she just grits her teeth as she lands another hit. Her style is more martial artist than bar brawler, using her opponent's size and strength against them, and she's quick to recover when she receives her own blow.

She's knocked one of the men out, his body crumpled on the ground, and with a hand outstretched in front of her, she sends a burst of vibrational energy to fling another one into a wall with a crunch that has her cringing internally. He's not dead, but he won't be walking away from that one. Turning to take stock of things, she notices her fellow fighter on the side of right, and it's pure instinct that has her raising her voice toward him. ]


Don't kill him!

[ Never mind that these goons are ready and willing to kill them. She isn't prepared to become the sort of person to take out a group of people like this. Not yet. Not unless it's all she can do to survive.

The distraction is just enough for one of the last two assholes standing to land a kick to her ribs and lay her out on the grimy ground. Fuck. ]
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-18 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Neither is Emet-Selch unfamiliar with the reasons one might lie, cheat, steal, and worse. He has made quite the living manipulating those tendencies, decrying them as weaknesses and flaws while being all-too ready to turn them to his advantage.

So he knows. Oh boy does he know. ]


Given the default state of this city seems to be “destitute,” we will.

[ Are they even trying to be stealthy anymore. ]

I imagine you’ve some means of defending yourself if it comes to it.
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-18 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gives her another scrutinizing look for her trouble, and eventually seems to come to the conclusion that he does appreciate her moxie after all. One corner of his mouth quirks upward. ]

At least you’re honest.

[ Note to self: set wards. ]

The darkness has very likely made many people bold. I can but imagine there’s more where that came from.

[ “That” being the guy he just blasted out of his room. ]