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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.
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-18 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
What? [ His eyebrows furrow. ] When did Chuck become human?

[ For Jack they were on their way to the last battle. The plan was for him to absorb all of Michael's energy and everything else from Chuck to hopefully finish it, but that was just an idea they had. They had no way of knowing it would work. He's currently filled to the brim with Lucifer's power and so far it hasn't bubbled over. Considering Jack's been terrified for his family back there without him, this piece of news would be welcome. ]

No, I ... it's too dangerous, I don't know how to control it still.

[ This is not the confident God Jack. He's still plagued with his insecurities about his power. ]
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[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-18 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she doesn't see him when he enters, doesn't even know he's made it inside. her trance has her completely, a kind of distant echo of sirens and the cold feeling of rain, of the fall snap, of a dark road. she sees out of the corner of her eyes a kind of rotation of colored lights, the police radio, and smell of gasoline and burnt rubber and newspaper headlines, stories, about how she's killed her brother. how she killed her parents, too. her entire family's downfall came at the hands of one drug-addled girl and how she's always hated them, she's always been hated by them, now's not really a good time, Karen-

the water picks up speed, and maybe even rises, and karen's body begins to sway a bit with it. there's a threat she could easily get swept away by the current, but she holds to the spot, her fingers tight as they grip the damening notepad, lines and lines of you don't belong, you've never belonged, they wouldn't care if you left and never came back written over and over and over in her own handwriting, and she doesn't know how.

she didn't notice that someone else joined her in this room, doesn't even recognize he's there even as he gets closer. hey, hey, can you hear me? she does, kind of, like someone speaking through a thick glass or water. her eyes are still a little glazed as the water seems to get faster, again.

he might need to some shake her out of whatever this is- before the water takes her with it. ]
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[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-05-18 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even if he technically worked for the government, even if SHIELD was technically a US agency, they clearly didn't know all, or else Hydra's infiltration would never have happened. And if anyone thinks Nick Fury ever answered directly to the President instead of his own determinations...

Yeah, look, it was never a perfect system, but it was one Clint believed in wholeheartedly.

Castle. Yeah. Frank Castle, that was his name. Is his name. No need to go with their other names. Maybe on missions, but, y'know, that's real damn presumptuous. Is the world ready for a Hawkeye-Punisher teamup?

Well, this isn't their world, and it would likely be more Ronin and Punisher, and the only real difference there is one wears a mask and went international. Whatever. It's better, now. They're easing into it while they feel each other out. Guy saved his life; a lot of crimes could be pretty forgivable at that point.]


Hard to afford anything else.
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[personal profile] hellunbounded 2025-05-18 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
There are stores in this universe, Rowena. ( It's Sam's turn to give her a Look. Being dead, resurrected and then thrown into a weird place is a Tuesday for a Winchester, keep up. )

Okay, in that case-- ( Sam cocks the shotgun full of salt rounds, then hands Rowena the bag of salt he'd been using before. ) I can get it in front of the door, but you'll have to make the circle to trap it. That should give you some time for the spell, right?

( Another screech comes from down the hall - it sounds closer. Sam waits for Rowena's go-ahead to open the door. No time like the present. )
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quaddening

[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-18 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ After his unfortunate adventure with Emet-Selch, one would assume that G'raha Tia is wholly done with this venture of procuring supplies. No, if anything, he redoubles his efforts to make up for the time lost having to get out of that mess. One might say then that he's become an accidental expert in the escape rooms this world is offering, much to the benefit of others.

As such, there is some interest in checking the other rooms as well. Just to make sure...

And, lo and behold, there is a rather suspicious figure frantically almost...frolicking about in the water. G'raha guesses this must be due to some deep-seated fear of water, as the water-like substitute is nary a few ilms off the floor. Still, far be it from him to judge others for their phobias. The threat of drowning in an enclosed space is one that would put anyone off their game.

Though the head slam against the window makes him jump back a pace, ears flattening against his head. He waves, trying to get the masked man's attention. Help as arrived! Meow. ]
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-18 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
( His shoulders relax a microscopic amount the second she says his name — more than they did when she lowered the gun, honestly. That recognition, seeing and being seen, being on the same page, that's invaluable... but her presence here is an entirely new complication he wasn't prepared for. Watching out for himself in this new, alien shithole of a city is one thing. Knowing she's here, and the immediate resolution that he's gonna have to watch out for her, too? Yeah, that's a higher difficulty level.

Especially when she does shit like chase after screaming people in the middle of a rolling blackout in a place like this. Gun or no gun, it's a dangerous choice.

But they don't really have time to go over that right now, nor have a touching reunion, nor for Frank to drill her with half a dozen questions. They came out here for a reason, and his yes snap back up to the corridor before flitting back to her again. He's not gonna bother telling her not to follow him, he'd bet money she won't listen. What he will do is gently settle hands on her arms and maneuver her around so that he's taking point, in the front, with the target on his chest shaped like a stark-white skull.
)

Stay behind me, keep your safety off.

( If someone comes springing up at them from the back, she needs to be ready to pull the trigger without delay. He's more worried about that than the possibility of her accidentally shooting him in the back.

And then his hands are on his rifle again, and they're moving. Tracking the sound of scuffling, muffled noises like screams behind a muting hand clapped over a mouth, the low, deep baritone growl of a voice over top of it. Starting to seem a lot like somebody might be taking a bullet in this corridor tonight.
)
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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-18 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
What?

[ As she climbs out of the car he takes several steps backwards only moving on autopilot as his brain catches up with what she's just said. He searches her features looking for a sign of recognition, trying in vain to cling onto the vestiges of remaining hope at the thought of a piece of home being here that had sparked so warm and brilliantly in his chest.

Despite that spark dimming he's also silently taking note of any of her injuries, the onus of this accident still remaining solely on him. Her wince shoots a needle-thin pang of guilt and worry through him and he seems to come to his senses only to speak just as she does. ]


But you look - [ He stops short, unable to stop the confusion and disappointment from showing. But he takes a breath, swallowing the spark of hope that completely fades by the time he redirects the conversation. ] I should be the one offering. It was my tire.
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[personal profile] sodark 2025-05-18 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Annoyed.

[Cable answers flatly, even though he's confident that's not what he's being asked. It is becoming clear to him that there may be a commonality between them, but he doesn't like to offer information unless there's something to gain.

And maybe there is, but he's cautious. He studies the empty car a moment, then flicks his eyes back to Logan.]


Who's asking?
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[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-18 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ karen's breathing is still a bit heightened, but when she hears someone calling out, she turns to the noise. he's a bit far out of reach so she can't quite make out through the trees where it's coming from, but when the lights kick on she's able to pin down a bit more of a direction. ]

I'm okay!

[ she calls out to the question, waving back so he knows she's heard him. and she is okay - a bit shaken up, but she's been in worse. ] I didn't hit you, did I?
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fringes.

[personal profile] crass 2025-05-18 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ an EO in this place, wonderful. and a powerful one, as victor watches the metal beams creak and groan. he doesn't like that. he doesn't do well in these kinds of situations.

not for the first time he wishes he had another power instead. best to tell the source to nip it. he knows he's not the only one who took the tip from the forum.

pain is a distraction but a liability, and a warning. whoever he was, he seems human, and therefore, can feel pain. victor focuses the pain on his lower back, down the length of his spine to his legs. the kind that makes it difficult to stand, if walk, at all. pain is a friend to him, a dial he can easily tune, and he moves it up with the precision of a surgeon. ]


Cut it out. [ victor focuses on the water, on the shadows - ] There's just the two of us here.

[ and unless erik stops it with the metalbending he's going to keep the pain on his back. ]
Edited (words) 2025-05-18 22:57 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hellunbounded 2025-05-18 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
( Sam tilts his head in his own confusion. ) You're the one who did it. Why don't --

( He closes his mouth before continuing, realizing that Jack looks... younger, somehow. Not physically, but in how he holds himself and talks about his abilities. He's been sent back in time before, but not back in time in a different universe. Still, he remembers enough about meeting the past version of his parents to know that he should probably be careful with what he shares with versions of his family from the past. )

What's the last thing you remember? ( It's as good a starting point as any. If they were pulled from different times from their universe, then that was a whole different mess they had to figure out. )
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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-18 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Droids have names. That's C4T's. [ He says it so matter of fact as their child the droid adjusted in his arms before they resume their trek up the motel stairs. ] And it's less of a mouthful than C4T-AP.

[ Which still feels a little too on the nose for even Cassian who had come from a world full of droids with various model names that could also be a little too on the nose. But he doesn't have the time, nor energy, to think of a new moniker.

As for the guy who now lays unconscious on the floor outside his room - ]


I have no idea who that guy was. I opened my door and got punched. I doubt it was for C4T. And I doubt it had anything to do with me.

[ Well. He's like 70% sure that it has nothing to do with him. ]
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[personal profile] sodark 2025-05-18 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Just like last time, Cable sees the threat of a hug building and does absolutely nothing to move or push. He makes a face and this time Wade seems to read it better. It validates the idea that the memory of a knife in his dick is the best deterrent.

He also simply stares past his initial question, since it seems like silence will also get Wade to move onto a real answer.

The answer makes him clench his jaw. Something's fucked here. Makes a convenient way to work around to the next question.]


Got anything to do with a timeline montage?
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-18 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For all that Fern is a rogue and therefore has the means and the training to put on a certain persona, most of the time she is far too straightforward for that. Rather than put on some sort of act, her preference is to not be seen or perceived at all.

This place seems lawless enough that she's almost positive that mercenary work must exist. She can't imagine a place that isn't like that, frankly.

So the reaction from the other woman is... odd, to her. Until she remembers that yes, there are civilians who are used to remaining safe within city walls. Then again, is this city truly so safe? ]


I have training for it. [ She shrugs. She isn't trying to brag or call attention to herself. It's simply the truth. ] It's what I'm used to, though it seems I might have to begin with a more mundane choice of work.

[ She needs enough to live on without incurring even more debt. ]
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[personal profile] heritors 2025-05-18 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a brutality to the way the man moves, the way he fights. Simple but fearless, no real concern for his body — no, that's not true. He's intimately aware of how he's moving, the space he's taking up. He's unafraid of injury, but uses that as a weapon to turn the tide.

It's different, is all. Neither here or there, and not something she can really wax poetic on at the moment. Just noted and filed away as she learns to fight alongside a stranger, using his call to step back out. The room's too small for a sword, but the hallway's not — and the second figure's keen on following up, make this an easy one to one, leaving the rest of the room for Marc to do with as he wishes.

And in direct contrast to him — she's fluid in her movements, a comfort with violence manifesting in a different way. She ducks and weaves and finds every use for the space given to her, expression stoic, waiting for an opportunity of her own before circles behind the assailant. The grip on the hilt of her sword's backwards when she raises her hand, and she uses the pommel to hit somewhere on the back of the neck. Not precise enough to be debilitating, but enough for him to stumble forward. A second hit, before he goes down, this time at the base of his skull. Non-lethal, but probably concussed. She's not gracious enough to make this painless.

That's two accounted for. A possible third ( and fourth? Fifth? ) tucked away from the bathroom. For all the tension it took to get to this moment, turns out these particular opportunists were picking on easy prey for a reason. Her eyes are already darting back to the room as she straightens out. How're you doing, Marc? ]
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-18 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
We just came up with the plan to stop Chuck, after we realized I absorbed all of Lucifer's power.

[ Jack had been very confused at the time, as Lucifer's power and the latent power of his conflict with Michael swooped into him on top of what else he had. Once they figured it out, the next step seemed obvious, and that all he needed was a way to absorb Chuck's power himself so he could take him on directly. But they had no way of knowing if it would succeed, it was a hail mary, a last chance. And then he woke up here, unable to see it through.

Jack can be oblivious but he always listens very carefully to everything that Sam says, so he picks up on what he was saying. ]


It worked? Is everyone okay? I thought me being here would ruin it and you two were dead.
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-18 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
( He's aware he's being watched; a man as paranoid as Frank Castle, it's nigh impossible to spend any amount of time with your eyes on him before that short-cropped hair at the back of his neck starts prickling up. But Cable's doing it in such a blatant, un-sneaky way, that actually makes it a little less unsettling than if he were trying to be subtle.

Frank thinks, for several foolish minutes, that if he just ignores whoever it is, they'll eventually go away and leave him alone. This, of course, does not happen — and so there's a certain level of tired resignation in him when he ultimately reels himself out from under the hood and shoots a sideways look at the source of the voice.
)

Apparently.

( It's deadpan, and laced ever-so-slightly with disdain. Yeah, wouldn't have been his first choice either, but when it came down to making his pick, it was the only goddamn option with a full roof. He's seen jackasses around here running around with motorcycles, and all it's gonna take is one bullet-spray or hailstorm for them to regret that decision. Couldn't be him, thanks.

And then, a little more impatiently:
)

You need somethin', or is the TV here just that bad?
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[personal profile] sodark 2025-05-18 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Come swing your lamp around. That'll help.

[Cable says tersely. The screams pick up again, putting an end to any endless argument they may have had about her going back to safety.

He turns his back to her, gesturing for her to at least stay behind him. His hand rests on his gun as he takes slow steps forward, his eyes scan his surroundings curiously.

They come upon a door where the screams sound the loudest. He positions himself on one side of the door, cocking his head for Rogue to take the other side. He nods at her, which is the only warning she gets before he obliterates the door by kicking it in. His gun is pointed ahead of him, narrowing his eyes as he looks into an empty room with wide open windows.

He casts a glance to Rogue, barking at her.]


Get behind me.
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[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-05-18 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alphinaud slowly unbuckles his own seatbelt, sliding past the seats the long way to join his sister on the other side. The hood of his car won't cease smoking, sending an awful smell into the air. But she's asked the right question, or perhaps the only question that needs asking, and so he doesn't add else just yet.

Instead he takes the time to study the man who should be dead, who very much looks like a man, and who carries the airs of someone who frankly doesn't act all that much like a Primal or an Ascian.

Maybe he'd had enough health to down a potion in the time that Alisaie aimed her shot and he got to his feet. It's not quite enough to give him a sense of relief, but he can at the very least accept that they aren't in immediate danger.

He won't be telling his sister to lower her weapon or her guard, though. ]


And if I might ask you again, ser, who — or what — are you?
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-18 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For a moment, she does wonder if he's dead. She eyes the slope of the ditch, contemplating how to ease her way down so she can be certain, but then she hears a sign of life as he lets out a groan.

He's bleeding in a few places, but it seems to be more from his skin scraping against the road rather than from any grievous injury. Still, it's entirely possible he's broken or at least strained something as well.

And somehow, this has become her problem. At the apology, Fern heaves out a sigh and shakes her head. ]


I assume you didn't intend to almost crash into me. [ Then again, she'd rather he apologize than not after this mess he's made, but it's hard to be too harsh about it when he looks so pitiful, sprawled out in the ditch with his motorcycle's wheels slowing in their rotation next to him. ]

Any broken bones?

[ She skids down the side of a ditch in a careful descent, realizing that he likely won't be able to haul his vehicle out of it on his own. Especially if he's injured. ]
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[personal profile] sodark 2025-05-18 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Stubborn asshole, Cable thinks. Wonder where he got that from, since he frowns down at the can for a long time before he takes it.

He has a closer inspection of it. Tropical Blue. That's not a fruit, that's a colour. But he doesn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth, so the can hangs loosely in his hand. Guess he's shopping with dad, now.]


What's your name, kid?
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[personal profile] sodark 2025-05-18 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll look in another room. [Cable says, clearly not happy to be micromanaged by a stranger. He's distracted, but not so much that he can't turn and arch a brow at her.]

How about I rule that out, then? [His eyes linger on her a little longer, brows furrowing.]

You gonna keep asking questions or are you gonna go back to your room?
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[personal profile] lufeng 2025-05-18 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow, so violent.

Fine, Lu Feng would retract his hand (for now) and stand by on his best (debatable) behavior. He'd just be doing his best to fulfill his role of An Zhe's bodyguard while the mushroom did his best to earn an actual paycheck.

It wasn't like he didn't realize him being here was causing some kind of problem with the actual clientele, but it wasn't such a bad thing to be overly cautious in such an unknown environment, he thought. Don't worry about it. He'd let himself melt into the background a bit, milling around nearby and perusing what the shelves had stocked, never too far away that An Zhe nor himself should be worried.
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how very dare (I say, after I squandered my afternoon napping)

[personal profile] tirejacked 2025-05-18 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[He is, in fact, entirely too comfortable up here to look like much of a risk for a short walk and a long fall, but. Hey, you never know. If nothing else, the joke seems to land. Earns Wriothesley a sharp exhale and an appropriately amused glance back up from the ledge.]

Oh yeah? [Worried about little old him? He's touched. Ironic—] Were you gonna tell me life is worth living?

[Cute.

He could make a joke here about death only really slowing him down a little, but there's better things to do. For instance—oddly obliging, he gestures a little toward the ground, at a slightly-dilapidated looking establishment on the other side of the street. Another motel—if one even less impressive or comforting than the one they're standing on, if that's even possible. A small, fenced-in parking lot.
]

Green pickup has been here three out of the last four nights around this time. Does a couple laps of the block first and leaves before sunup, so I don't think he wants to be seen. Either he's got reason to think he's being followed or he's seeing someone he shouldn't.

[Could be either. Welcome to the Panorama edition of Days of our Lives, Rizzo. You asked!]
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-18 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jack forgot that Rowena wasn't always part of their team. When he met her, he knew that they had history, she had a whole history before. But she helped him anyway, despite the fact Lucifer hurt her so badly. That's what he remembered. But she wasn't always a 'good guy' either. Jack's tried so much to be one, from the moment he was born, until now. He listens to her attentively and it matters, what she's saying. He's been very black and white on this issue and still is hard on himself about it. ]

I'm not like Lucifer. I know that now. I used to be afraid I was, that I had no other choice.

[ It was Sam who argued from the start that Jack could choose, that they could raise him to be good and not go down the same path. The ways in which Jack made mistakes and went down a dark road, none of it was the same as Lucifer. His was always well-meaning. Trying too much, but being too powerful and out of control. It doesn't change that Jack did harm. With Lucifer's power inside of him now, he still knows in his heart, he is not him. ]

But I don't have to be like him to do the wrong thing. Sometimes I just ... do. Now that I have his power and mine, I'm worried.

[ Jack should be worried. Every time he's taken his power in a casual sense, things have gone horribly wrong. He can't be reckless about them. He looks over at her, maintaining eye contact for a moment, but then back to the road so he can make sure he's being safe. ]

Will you help me stay balanced?