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TEST DRIVE ∞ May 2025

Test Drive ∞ May 2025
The First Collision
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Jump ⇅ :: ArrivalPanoramaFringesInvite Request
The Diadem is an invite-only panfandom game set in a retro-futuristic world where uprooted souls find themselves deep within an eerie wasteland of roads and highways frequently assailed by cosmic storms. Three united strongholds keep the population. Its capital is Panorama, a large metropolis at the planet's center.

Soon, you realize you aren't alone. Calling themselves fluxdrifts, the "locals" have similar stories to you, either for themselves or their ancestry. You speak to an old woman who claims she hailed from another star. You meet a young man who says his great-great-grandfather knew a strange language everybody spoke "back home." As you explore, you stumble across a coin you recognize or your sister's locket. How did it get here? What does this mean? That's for you to discover.

But first, you need to find a ride.

No invites needed to play on the TDM. Everyone's welcome! Use the Invite Request thread below to request an invite from another player.

∞ Summary ∞
IC-wise, arrivals are scattered throughout the month. Events described on the TDM are also ongoing throughout the month. If you'd rather jump right into the action, you're free to begin in media res with your character having already been on the planet for several days.

Post-impact, characters will wake up in a med tent by the Scrapyard. From there, they must accept a vehicle on loan and make the 2-hour drive to the nearest city, Panorama. If they refuse the car because they don't want the loan, they'll be in debt for medical bills instead...so just take the car. It'll come in handy.

Some things to keep in mind when bringing in your character:

  • Pick an injury. At minimum, they got knocked out; at most, whatever they can recover from. Medicine is decently advanced so they'll heal faster if not painlessly.
  • Decide items kept. Reasonable items on their person only: photos, keys, clothes, costumes. No pets or animal companions. Wildly out-of-place tech and personal cell phones will be damaged beyond repair.
  • Select a weapon. Do this only if eligible. Guidelines about weapons and powers are on the FAQ.
  • Choose a vehicle. Decide whether your character gets 2-3 options or if they're stuck with something they hate. Players can pick directly from our collection or source their own images. Anything under a similar aesthetic will work. If your character needs accommodations for driving, they can have them. Ask us for details.
  • Get a phone. Characters have to obtain a phone (and a SIM card) themselves. If they've got one from home, it's damaged beyond repair. Phones are cheap. It'll only take a couple of weeks to afford one. You need to know the number before you text or call anyone. Read about phones and the Forum before you hop on it.

TDM threads can be canon if characters are accepted. Top-levels made to the TDM should be open to all.
TDM Questions? Here — Game Questions? FAQ
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Fluxdrift
Arrival & Introduction
Date: Throughout May
You've tumbled over a cliff. You were fighting for your life. You're on the cusp of death. You slipped in the shower. Whatever the catalyst, you struggle to cling to consciousness. As darkness overtakes you, a swirling vortex warps light and shadow in a way that defies all physics. A dark wail etches into your very bones. You couldn't describe it if you tried. You can barely comprehend what it is.

Then you open your eyes.


Through the figure's mask ©, you swear the face is grinning down at you. The tent you're in smells of antiseptic, and scratchy blankets line your cot. Injuries you've sustained have been bandaged. In the corner, you spot a MedBot that's fixed you up. Depending on the extent of your injuries, the doctor on duty might give you some painkillers before you go. Thankfully, your belongings are by the exit. Sorry if anything's damaged. Your landing was pretty rough.

You follow the figure outside. They are Yom Crook, here to lend a hand to fellow fluxdrifts like yourself. Their car's parked beside them. Actually, there are lots of cars around, but Yom Crook's stands out with its painted shark mouth. They explain they found you, unconscious, in a diffusion zone and brought you here. The nearest city is a 2-hour drive northeast. Forget about walking. You'll never make it. Also, you owe the doctor a lot of money for patching you up. But you're in luck: they've got some wheels for you and if you accept the vehicle on loan, Yom Crook will cover your medical bills. That's a good deal, right? It's not the shiniest car or motorcycle, but it'll do. If fortune favors, you'll get to choose between two or three options. Plus, if you need accommodations to drive—like adjustments to your seat height or modified controls—you'll receive all that for free.

Take the vehicle. (And the loan.) Yom Crook assures you that you'll have six months before collectors come around. Any time you're ready to pay a part of it down, return here to the Scrapyard. You'll get a receipt and everything. Paying off the loan in six months isn't impossible, but it will take a lot of work. Just don't get too lax. There's a good chance you'll be juggling multiple loans as you try to get by.

You either know how to drive, or you'll have a bare-bones manual to get you started. Road rules are more a suggestion than enforced, so just hit the pedal and go. The car has some basic features. The built-in compass will help you navigate.

OPTIONAL PROMPTS: a flat tire; a body on the road (is it a trap?); a fender bender

Panorama
Explore & Settle In
Conditions: Warm spring temperatures, light showers
After 2 hours on the road, you find civilization. The largest of the strongholds, Panorama is where the economy thrives. Massive power plants glowing red make it visible from a distance. The city is divided into three districts. For now, you can access the Pavilion and the Blocks. Don't worry about the Sanctum; they're not letting you in.

You only need to know two things about Panorama: 1) it's big, the size of a modern metropolis, and you'll need your car to get around; 2) anything goes as long as you don't pick a fight with the wrong person. Street smarts will get you far. Despite its geographical size, the population isn't huge. With roughly a million people in a city designed for over twice that number, Panorama is far from deserted, but nor is it overcrowded. It's a good thing. Resources are limited as it is.
The Pavilion: Free Samples
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Like any large city, Panorama features a couple of supermarkets. The stock's not as consistent as a proper supermarket. On occasion, shelves can remain cleaned out for a week or two. Regardless, the long tradition of free samples remains. If you're not already shopping, you'll notice the crowded parking lot and clusters of lines inside.

Try samples, push through the crowds as you shop, or give yourself a five-finger discount. If you're cautious, you can pocket a few small items without consequences. The Pavillion doesn't have the infrastructure for surveillance; unless someone sees you, you won't be caught. Steal from the store or pilfer someone's wallet. Maybe you even make a new friend if you bump into another fluxdrift. Or, start a fight with somebody who cut you off in the cheese line. Don't make too much of a ruckus, or you'll be thrown out.

As you look around, you'll see posters advertising temporary positions for the cash register or graveyard shifts in the warehouse. Seems they might've lost several employees recently (how'd that happen?), which is good for you! It's just a 6-week position, but it'll get you on your feet. The city has temporary positions like this all over. Permanent ones are harder to come by when you're new.
Samples include: steamed cabbage dumplings, synthetic cherry juice, cheddar cheese, and chocolate-covered alien eggs (it's crunchy and weirdly tasty). They're served in the usual throwaway paper cups with little toothpicks.
The Blocks: Power Outage
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Power's finicky in Panorama, especially in the Blocks. Saint Margery's Hospital, located in the same area, has priority for power so the first to go are the motels. Maybe you've been in your room for a couple of weeks, maybe you just got here—and by the way, every motel desk is happy to put the fee on your tab if you don't have the money upfront—but all the motels on the east side are in a blackout, leaving only the west side motels up and running.

What do you do? You have three choices:

  • Risk leaving your room and head to the other side where there's power. Knock on some doors and negotiate with another to share the room. They might shut the door in your face, ask for a favor in return, or be nice enough to help you with no strings attached. There's no guarantee your unattended room will be untouched, though, and you'll be on the hook for any damages an intruder causes.
  • Sit in the dark and deal. It's not the worst idea, but the TV's down, the vending machines are powered down, and with the entire place plunged into darkness, you risk getting robbed. If you struggle with defending yourself, you might want to find some trustworthy company. You can also sneak out of there and let them take your leftover pizza. It's not like you've got a ton of valuables, right? Plus, clobbering someone in the face with a frying pan sounds great until you realize you've gotta do something with the body. And what if this person's got a friend waiting?
  • Get in your car and drive (or grab a friend for a road trip). If you scroll the Forum, you might notice reports on diffusion zones southward. Besides, these motels are hardly your forever home. The city can only provide so much. Why not go for a ride and see what you can find out there?

OPTIONAL PROMPTS: clean up on aisle 3 (what is that goo?); a knock at your door but no one's there; you hear screaming or a commotion down the hall


The Fringes
Quad 3: Lockdown
Conditions: Stormy, with flooding roads
Felix Bjurstrom
> Date: 125-05-17
> Time: 02:15:57

> Emergency road lights have been reported in Quadrant 3! Please, can someone go see what's there? When last we chasers investigated emergency lights, a whole truck filled with sour candy had tipped over. Our stores were stocked for weeks! Oh, be careful - reception looks bad in that zone.
Whether you end up here on your own or you were following a tip on the Forum, the outcome is the same: you come to a stop in front of a 2-story office building that's flooded several inches deep. Emergency lights from a roadblock flicker through the stormy night. Stepping out of your car, you're soaked within seconds. When you check your phone, you don't have any bars. No calls in or out.

Through the open windows, a computer awakens and displays a cheerful smile. The lights inside switch on.

Pick your scenario role below. Your thread partner doesn't need to take the opposite role! They can join you in the same scenario (i.e. trapped together). Players are also free to create a generic NPC for the other side to facilitate the thread.

After characters escape, they'll find one bottle of antibiotics in their pocket or car, whether they remember taking it or not.


A: Sealed In
As you peer through the windows, you see crates of medicine floating around. Antibiotics in the diadem are valuable. Hospitals and doctors are always buying. You can keep it for yourself or make a quick buck. Or maybe you're compelled to help somebody back in the city who's in need. Whatever the reason, you decide to take the risk and step inside.

Water splashes around your ankles. The lock buzzes behind you. If you try to break the windows, you discover they're unnaturally resistant to shattering. With the whole place locked tight, the water begins to churn. Then the computer lights up again.

Warning, it flashes in large, bold text. Quarantine in progress. Release code required for exit.
  • To find the code, you'll have to search. Duck under the water, go through sopping envelopes and sticky notes or pick the locks on the filing cabinets and desk drawers. You can also try hacking the computers. Use your computer knowledge or fall back on the age-old trick of seeing who wrote down their password.
  • The files, notepads, and emails start innocuous, but as you look through them, disturbing phrases jump out at you—a dark thought you've had or a cruel taunt from someone in your past. The longer you're fixed on the terrible words, the higher the water begins to rise. Only another can break you out of your trance.
  • With the rising water comes fear. And the more you're afraid, the more the water also rises. You begin to see faces in the water, bobbing like balloon heads. Do you recognize them? If you move to take a closer look, they will sink back beneath the surface as if never there.
  • If you manage to swallow your panic, you can eventually find a triple-laminated binder with the release code and instructions. Bad news: you need someone on the outside to punch in the 6 strange symbols in order. The instructions explain that the code panel is located at the back of the building.
Let's hope a friendly face comes along.

B: Set Free
As you peer through the windows, you see not just the crates of medicine but someone trapped inside. They look like they might be in trouble, and from your vantage point, you notice that the water is bubbling strangely. It's definitely not normal rainwater. As you watch, the water rises unnaturally, stopping and starting. It's as if the water level is responding to an external stimulus.
  • The glass is soundproof. You can't hear what the person inside is saying, so you'll have to communicate with each other another way. Try charades, typing on your phone, or whatever you think of. Eventually, you determine that they're stuck and that you need to enter some sort of code onto a pad located—according to your trapped partner—at the back of the building.
  • Around the back, shadows swallow your surroundings. The panel must be pried open, but a slippery substance makes it hard to get a good grip. Each time the substance touches you, you grow uneasy. You swear you see eyes watching you, though when you turn around, nothing's there.
  • You can't seem to keep the instructions in your mind. And those symbols...they burn into your retinas. Through them, you glimpse an incomprehensibly massive figure unfurling in the darkness, pulsing as if in a deep sleep. When you snap back to reality, you realize you've injured yourself, slicing your hand on a sharp edge or a bruise you can't remember getting.
  • Once you manage to release the doors, the water inside the office drains upward into the sky as though sucked out by a giant hose. The darkness spreads. Get out of there fast before the shadows drag you or your partner into the void.
Of course, you don't have to help anyone. You can leave the individual there, make a deal, or outright extort them. But remember, you're not the only person on these roads. You might want to play your cards carefully, even if altruism isn't your first instinct.
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[personal profile] diplomatiste 2025-05-18 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
More than I can so easily understand — [ he starts, before something clicks in his mind and he doubles his focus on just why it is that the voice sounds so familiar ...

And then he's whipping his head around, eyes wide, his expression a complicated cocktail of relief and hope and worry all rolled into one. ]


Aria! 'Tis a relief, once more, that you've found us again — as I knew you would. [ Hoped she would. ] This is beginning to feel like something of a joke, it's too familiar.

[ Waking up in a new world, having to settle into it once more, hoping that the Scions would be united, hoping to sight the familiar face of the Warrior of Light ...

But now that she is here, Alphinaud feels as though he could rest just a little easier. He has full confidence in his friend. ]


I should hope you hadn't been standing there all this time. [ ... and you know, witnessing his cluelessness. Vehicles are certainly not his strong suit, not until he's all but memorized the manual, which he's got clutched in one hand.

Oh! ]
Alisaie is here too. She'll be glad to see you.
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b, car things

[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-18 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Cars are somewhat of a new concept to Cassian. Or rather, cars in this form are. They're decidedly all worse than the ones he's familiar with but function in a similar enough fashion that he'd managed to figure it out and how not to stall. Leave it to the space man to pick a car with stick shift and a giant, unnecessary spoiler.

Specifics on how to drive a car aside however, this is the most he's enjoyed himself in the last 72 system hours. Or however long it's been. Even if he hadn't been enjoying himself the sight of someone pulled over to the side of the road still would have been enough to make him pause which is how he finds himself stood beside Lottie watching as she very reluctantly pours oil into the car. ]


And yet you're doing it. [ There's a pause then. ] You don't have cars on your planet?
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[personal profile] heritors 2025-05-18 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hyper-vigilance is the name of the game. The tension in the air is keeping her on edge — it's a good thing right now, when she knows something's going on but can't exactly place what — ready to react at the first sign of things going awry. Which is usually a matter of when. An inevitable that she's come to face time and time again.

Not this time apparently.

That's the thing, though — she heard it too. They're definitely not hallucinating. Can't be. The sound was real, visceral, convincing without it being convenient ( it works her up, for Naga's sake ). But the hard part is getting an eye on whatever is in here with them. She's keeping an eye at the entrance to the alley, brightly lit in comparison to where they're standing, just in case they've been given some kind of run-around; except that side is clear, too.

She inhales. Exhales. A part of her is wondering if this was a ruse that they fell right into in an attempt to distract whatever was really going on. Has half a mind to bring it up, just to see what he thinks. Just as she looks to the sky for one last look— ]


Above you! [ A shape ( a body? Alive? Or— ) drops from above them. ]
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-18 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's too late. The door swings open and— Adrian blinks up at the man, owlish, still holding fistfuls of an unconscious stranger's jacket. ]

You're not a burglar? [ It occurs to him that he might have misinterpreted some parts of the situation, although it doesn't explain the noises from the other room. Was this man just... doing that? Alone? There isn't a scratch on him, so it seems unlikely that he was being attacked.

Adrian slowly releases his patient, drawing himself back up to full height so that he can press the heel of his palm into his own lower back and wince. ]


Well, if you've no plans to murder us... help me get him inside, if you would be so kind? I can pay you. [ The last bit added wearily, anticipating a demand to come. Adrian steps back, moving further into the room to dig his gloves out of the nightstand. He has no trouble seeing in the darkness; the small amount of ambient moonlight from his window is reflected by his eyes when he turns back. ] I've no idea what happened. He fell unconscious at my doorstep. I'd like to see to him and send him on his way if he isn't being chased by ruffians or some such nonsense.
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whatever i want

[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-18 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda should be used to blackouts by now, but every time it happens, something inside her feels unsteady, jolts her courage right out of her skin; blackouts in sokovia were plenty, and it always spelled something worse to come. when the buzz of electricity wanes and the world goes dark, she's halfway up the stairs to her motel room, holding her keys, which she drops.

metal clangs against metal, the keys falling. )


Shit.

( she mutters to herself, turning halfway to find them, knowing they fell down a few steps below her. but it's dark, some of these steps are uneven, and she feels herself slipping and taking a tumble the rest of the way down— )
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[personal profile] mouton 2025-05-19 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ sanji thinks he has a fairly good knack for spotting out a fellow smoker and, for a moment, his face brightens upon seeing the man patting at his coat as though it confirms he'd made the correct choice in asking. when he ultimately receives that shake of a head in response, he purses his lips together with momentary disappointment. ]

Yeah, that's what I'm hearing. That there's more out — [ he gives a vague wave of his hand out towards to endless openness of the field beyond. ] There.

[ he frowns a bit at the thought. it's not that he's necessarily scared of what's beyond, not when it's hardly as overwhelming as the grand stretch of the seas that he stares upon each day, but it does mean having to keep moving before finding the rest of his friends. ]

Wasn't in too much of a rush to get out there, but looks like I might, at this rate. [ he stares down at the car he's sitting upon, frown only deepening. ] You ever use one of these things?
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absolutely nothing

[personal profile] heritors 2025-05-19 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ did you seriously have to bring up the full body sweater i've been trying so hard not to think about it

But horrific choices in clothing aside, the rest of it happens too quickly for her to clock. It's the dots from the X on the list of symbols that obscure her vision this time, gigantic and all-encompassing in the brief moment it matters. She feels her body being lurched backwards without understanding how, tension in her body racketing up as she's whisked away. Her head knocks into the wall, and she grunts — her hand's on the hilt of the Falchion, but the elbow on her shoulder means she can't unsheathe it. ]
What—

[ Lucina's brows furrow. The pain helps her head ( by having it pound, the back of it throbbing, which is something to focus on that's not the overwhelming sense of whatever all of this is ). Recognition dawns on her just before she starts trying to wrestle free from his grip. The man in the store, in that they're wearing similar clothes and have the same dark hair; she's not exactly swimming in comparison points, but it's enough. Her frame relaxes, some. She loosens the grip on her sword when being pressed against the wall feels less like a threat and — oh, there goes another file cabinet, the corner of it scraping the asphalt as it whisks itself away. It's not hard to put things together, fortunately. ]

I had to make sure you were alright. [ She didn't go and get herself bloodied and bruised for him to drown; she had to check it worked. Help him get out if she had been too late in freeing him. Something, anything, even if the end result ended up turning the tables a little. The tension in her jaw seems to indicate that said end result wouldn't have changed her decision.

Before he can yell at her some more though, she glances behind him. The water's still rushing upward, taking the debris along with it, but the entire street is harder to see. The spots in her vision have cleared, so it can't be that — it's literally darker. Shadowy, but not in any way that's natural. She pushes her shoulder against his hand. ]
We need to move. Quickly. [ She's not above trying to throw him off if he won't let her, but she'll at least ask. ]
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[personal profile] alwaysarmed 2025-05-19 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ She breathes deep, watching the mother and son walk away. ]

It's everything. To them. Maybe most of the people here are still struggling, but tonight, not them. At least not so much.

[ It had taken her a while to understand the point of being a hero. It was easier to shoot a target, complete a job. Worrying about the little guy had seemed annoying and distant to her. But that was of course Natasha's legacy. One she had ultimately decided to take on for herself.

Exhaling through her nose, she turns her head to look at Clint finally, trying to determine why he didn't look quite the way she remembered him. ]


So, any theories on how we ended up in this place?
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[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-19 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ ooc; still in act 1, but Lune is WONDERFUL ]


[ In some similar degree, G'raha Tia has never really encountered a "modern" vehicle before. These trucks, cars, and vans are reminiscent of some of the technology he's seen before in Allag and later in Garlemald, but the translation is far from one to one.

Still, it's enough to get his bearings and make his way in his own Jeep (what a silly name) relatively unscathed. Though he knows he should make good time to meet the twins in the city this Yom Cook spoke of, the sight of someone else off the side of the road standing with a very clear posture of deep consideration is not one he can ignore.

G'raha slows his car down, albeit with an unappealing screeching sound. Wincing a bit at it, he rolls down the window to lean out. ]


Are you alright there, miss?
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[personal profile] summonbeasts 2025-05-19 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Maria begins fiddling around in her bag o' snacks as she walks. Once inside of the room she finally plucks out a bag and drops the rest on the end of one of the beds in the room.]

Ah yes, debt. And not on the part of the royals this time.

[The way she's gingerly trying to open this crinkly bag as she speaks in a droll tone makes it sort of clear the last time she did this it didn't go easily.]
Edited 2025-05-19 00:20 (UTC)
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[personal profile] reorienting 2025-05-19 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Belatedly... no, the sound of your components do not bother me. It means you are here, not hurt. And now that I know what it sounds like, I will be able to possibly pick up if something feels wrong for you in the future. It is.. not unlike the rhythmic hums of my ship. Well. Space ship. The Morpho is just a civilian ship that I have repurposed over time...."

A beat, as he considers, eventually lifting his hand and bringing it close. There's the faint creak of something not quite like leather, not quite like latex, and then-- scar-roughed fingertips slide near Connor's non-LED temple, and then up into his hair. Each touch is slow, methodical, not unlike the slow exploration within something far more intimate.

Despite his voice's evenness, there's a hesitance with every word.

"As a note, I am incapable of most tactile feedback with my hands, due to extensive nerve damage. If I hurt you, or make you feel uncomfortable, please tell me so that I can be gentler. I want to be gentle.

"As for.. the other questions you have asked.... I am not yet tired. As for coping, I mostly did not. I simply... existed, from one day to another. Trying to find some warmth as I drifted from planet to planet, and eventually, from one galaxy to the next. I would find small pleasures in keeping my garden, beekeeping, and watching the butterflies in my hand-made environment. The morpho didius butterfly is my favorite."
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[personal profile] heritors 2025-05-19 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ If the rundown on the dangers of the Fringes is anything to go by — given to her by the illustrious Yom Crook when she tried to explain she was used to walking — it's probably a blessing that most of the other vehicles have done nothing but drive on by. By the time Logan's bike's coming down the long stretch of the road, all it gets is an idle glance to make sure it's not coming right at her, and not much else.

... Then he stops. She turns around. ]
A ... flat. [ Is that what they're called? Must be. It makes sense, she thinks as she turns her head to glance at the tire one more time, considering the bottom of the wheel seems to have gone literally flat. Can't get more accurate than that. ] I see.

[ And since he seems to know more about it than her ( not exactly the most monumental feat, but you know ), he also gets a: ] Can it be fixed?
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[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-19 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
I'll admit, I'm a bit out of my depth... [ An understatement. Adrian grimaces. ] I've only just arrived myself, and things like this... don't exist in Faerûn. Mr. Yom Crook has explained that these are carriages of a sort, but the horses are... mechanical?

[ He's sort of grasped that part, though he hasn't a clue how it all works, he did see someone ride one of these things out of the lot several minutes earlier. They seem to be operational. Yom Crook injects himself into the conversation to assure them that he's taken their 'unique needs' into account, and is presenting them with models that will allow them to have a 'positive experience.' It's all very considerate.

There was a time when Adrian might not have thought twice of it, but Barovia has gotten under his skin and he knows better. The problem is, he's ill-equipped to determine where the trap might be, if there is one. What's are paper joolies worth compared to a gold piece? What would something like this be worth in Faerûn, if it could be priced at all?

He looks to the other man, who at least seems to be familiar with the general idea. ]


Ah, I've not introduced myself. Adrian Silverleaf, of Waterdeep. [ He presses his hand to his chest and offers a short bow in lieu of offering a hand. ] Mr. Yom Crook has advised me that those of us who have become stranded here might resort to sleeping in our vehicles at times. If that's the case, perhaps larger is better?
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[personal profile] sacramenta 2025-05-19 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh look. a paper-pusher. ]

Not quite up to the standards of your cook, Your Eminence? [ he plucks the egg out of the little paper cup without fuss, popping it between his lips and biting down with a crunch that sounds a little disgusting, honestly. the texture's off and it's an unexpected flavor combination, but he's eaten stranger things over the years. exorcism isn't particularly glamorous work, after all.

he offers the little cup back to the figure at the stall, smiling charmingly, and waves away the offer of a third. apparently these things aren't the most popular sample being offered. (he can't imagine why not.)

a hand touching the other man's shoulder briefly, he turns them away from the eggs, then produces a little wedge of sample cheese wrapped in a napkin from the pocket of his battered leather jacket, offering it out. ]


You'll have to be a little more assertive here, I'm afraid. [ a beat, and: ] Father Marcus Keane, by the way. [ .. despite appearances to the contrary. and.. stretching the truth a little. it's complicated. ]
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[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-19 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
The floor will suffice. I've cast this spell on spilled wine on a tablecloth. As long as there is enough for a reflection, the location of the liquid does not matter.
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[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-05-19 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[It's everything. Yeah. She gets it. Maybe he'd taken himself out of the hero business long enough to forget how it feels.

Like a bicycle, though. Never forget how to do it. Muscle memory.

He eyes his new companion and the very companionable way she says we.]
Did you get involved in anything leading up to your death, maybe?
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[personal profile] heritors 2025-05-19 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. [ Wait, she can help with that, maybe. ] Wait — just a moment.

[ And she takes a second to rummage through her bag — more fabric than actual belongings right now, which both makes this easier and harder at the same time. Then another. Eventually, she manages to fish out a small neon-yellow lighter, half-full of clear liquid swishing inside. ]

It's not much, but consider it an exchange. [ For the little bit of juice. ] I was told by the woman who gave it to me it will help start fires, should you ever venture out of the city. [ Or like, you know, a cigarette. If Viktor smokes. ]
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[personal profile] nadine_he_loves 2025-05-19 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Almost two weeks now. I've got a...honestly, a really crummy room here in the city. But it's a little better than living out of my station wagon.

[A room allows for standing up indoors, and a bathroom. Not to mention the privacy. Nadine found it uncomfortable, trying to sleep in the back of her car. It was too exposed. The price of the room is more than she'd like to be spending while still in debt, but it's worth it to reduce risks.

It may have been two weeks, or thereabouts, but Nadine isn't one to easily get close to people. There are acquaintances in her building, people she sees regularly and nods to, sometimes talks with. She could offer a handful of names, if she had to, but nothing more. Sure, she looks out for a couple of the teens on their own when she can, but that's different.

If this young woman's only been here a couple of days, she may not have a place to stay yet. Or know that you don't have to pay up front at the lodges.]


All the rooms in The Blocks are pretty crummy, but...you can get a room on tab. And some of them even have microwaves.
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-19 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
If Lu Feng was ever possessed by the unnatural thought that his presence wasn't enjoyed, all he had to do was watch the mushroom a bit closer for a short while. Soon enough he'd get to catch An Zhe's gaze wandering over to the man no matter what part of the aisle he was loitering around, eyes curving gently. It was the same thing every so often, even if Lu Feng was not looking. Hello again.

Looking at a handsome guy was good for morale.

Having some other guy leaning on his sample table was not good for morale. An Zhe frowned slightly at the eggs that tipped over as his cart jostled. Hey.

"So when's your day job over, bunny?"

An Zhe carefully put the eggs back into their cups.
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[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-19 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Marines! Good. Strange doesn't know how the American Marines compare to the Royal Marines but at it's core, a soldier is a soldier. And he's dealt with soldiers before. Almost instantly he relaxes a bit, leaning against the wall of the room, a small little smile on his face. Mercenary is interesting. But they had a few of those in the war as well. Some Spaniards, serving as...what was that term, guerilla? Strange can't remember. ]

You've probably adjusted to this place easier than I have. I've always found that men who make their career as a soldier, whether in the Army, Navy, or Marines, are some of the most adaptable people on the planet. Us academics can end up too stuck in our ways if we aren't careful, but you lot always manage to pick yourself up and go with the tide.

[ That is certainly a compliment. ]
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-19 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
Jack considers lighting up the room for her to be more comfortable, but he thinks better of it for now, he's not supposed to impulsively use his powers everywhere. Besides, she has a candle, and she seems nice and he doesn't want to scare her. She's safe with him, and if anyone else tries anything with his new friend, she won't have to use that gun he spotted. He'll make them sorry.

"That sounds very unique!" He for sure has never smelled that mixture before so he's curious about it. Jack goes into her room and looks around curiously, although he thinks most of the rooms look pretty similar to one another. He wonders if there are fancier hotels in this city, he's never been to one back home either.

"I haven't been to New England very much, but I hear it's pretty. And cold." Their cases kept them mostly to the states surrounding Kansas. Not always, but there were hunters all around the world who could go to the different spots and cover more ground. "There's a lot of people here. More than I think I've ever seen."
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[personal profile] nadine_he_loves 2025-05-19 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Nadine doesn't answer immediately.

Her own thoughts are along the same lines. Strangers are potentially dangerous. Even strangers who brave possible danger and bring back free Roombas. Her nature tells her to be cautious, be careful. She's a woman alone in a strange land. At most, she's seen this guy around. This is the first time they've spoken.

But she's aware that not everyone is, actually, a threat. There are plenty of perfectly fine people out there, even when the trappings of society get a bit frayed and loose. There's a very reasonable and likely chance he's just trying to be a decent neighbor.

Also, she is lacking in candles or other light sources. And armed. So after debating with herself, she gives a nod.]


Yeah, sure. I....can bring a really weird synth wave cassette and some steak and mashed potato flavored chips. Of some kind. They probably taste a lot better with beer.
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[personal profile] hellunbounded 2025-05-19 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
( Sam knows he should probably keep this to himself, in case of timeline-warping consequences, but the need to soothe Jack is stronger, so he reassures him instantly. ) Yeah. It's - I probably shouldn't go into details, but we're okay. You saved us. Everyone's okay.

( Not everyone, but Jack doesn't need to know that. ) It's probably a good thing you didn't try to open a portal, then. If we got swept up at different points in time, who knows when a portal back would lead us? We'll just find a way back to our points in time a different way.

( Sam projects a confidence he doesn't completely feel, especially since he hasn't found Dean, but he keeps his worries firmly to himself. Instead, he tilts his head down the street, indicating that they should walk. ) Do you know where else we can get some free food? Other than... that. ( The shopkeeper gives Sam a glare as he looks back at the free eggs - they'd probably overheard his disgust, oops - so Sam turns in the opposite direction. )
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[personal profile] frostfist 2025-05-19 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Huh. He may be a grown man in his 30s but there's still the smallest hint of childlike wonderment in his widening eyes as she so matter-of-factly talks about winged horses as though they're an everyday occurrence for her. What must that have been like, to be able to fly around with such ease?

There's a little laugh at her question, a rueful upward tilt of his lips. ]


Rare in the sense that they don't exist, yeah. Or if they ever did, they're long gone by now.

[ He's no historian, too have traced back stories all the way to the very beginning of Teyvat. ]

Have you ridden one yourself?
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-19 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's about as close to a personal hell trapped in here that he's experienced in a long time. The moment he left Baltimore, that first moment of knowing he was free of that life, that place, that whole world — he wasn't ever gonna be trapped anywhere again. But he was right before this — trapped in the Pit — and he is again.

There's a heat on the back of his neck, despite him being soaked through from the rain. He doesn't recognize these feelings, he's too removed from what it could be. He only knows that when he breathes in and then breathes out, that breath catches in his throat a half second longer than it should, than he's used to. None of this would matter, generally, and he wouldn't waste any time considering what the hell it is, why seeing his own words, his own memories, thrown back at him — is sticking with him like this, tilting him a little sideways.

But it is, and the water's churning, and she's going through some kind of hell herself. Neither of them have time to waste, so his next action is quick and decisive, his hand coming out to grip her arm, to keep her steady, to pull her out of this.

The only reason he speaks to her, the only reason he tries to move closer, is they're both trapped together. He can't just leave her behind — in a real, literal way — there's no choice in going anywhere else at the moment. They're all they've got until they get out of here.

The water pulls at him, but he's steadier holding onto her, and now he tries to simply grab the notepad out of her hand, get it away from her. They don't have time for this, and whatever she might be feeling — well, that heat on the back of his neck feels like a burn now. If shit from the past came back to him, it must have done the same to her. They'll have to deal with it later. ]


Listen to me. We need to get out and you gotta be with me.