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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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you spritz g'raha?? jail!

[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-19 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ It is for the best that G'raha doesn't have a clue what Emet-Selch's plan is at the onset. And really, for Emet-Selch even better that he has no inclination in shooting people to make a point. But being in close proximity to the other man does little to foster the spirit of teamwork between them, no matter how necessary it is. ]

Wha--!

[ He is already half-pushing back against the ancient when a familiar swirl of aether surrounds them and then it clicks--

He can teleport.

He could teleport the whole damned time.

He will be able to be furious later, once he's no longer past his knees in suspicious water. G'raha wrinkles his nose, ears flattening against his head as the whoosh--albeit with a different flare--consumes them and-- ]


...

[ Okay, he can't resist. ]

Do you...usually have this problem?
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[personal profile] mouton 2025-05-19 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ when he reaches to catch her, sanji isn't thinking of anything else but making sure she doesn't fall, that not a scratch of harm is earned by this unknown woman in the dark. yet even with the lack of an ulterior motive, there's still some minor depth of content satisfaction in the protective wrap around her, in being able to fulfill his own usefulness in the form of heroics. his sigh of relief is an honest one, when he feels her in the safety of his arms rather than the ground, a purpose achieved in keeping her from arm.

as he feels the slight movement of her withdrawal, he loosens his own arms at her back once he can sense her feet seem to be secure on solid ground, though his hands still graze light against her shoulders, simply to hover until he has full certainty that she can stand without trouble.

the dark remains, details unable to be made of her face, but as his eyes begin to adjust, he can just barely start to make the visual outline of her, about half a foot shorter than himself, hair falling straight over her shoulders where he can feel the strands brushing over his knuckles. ]


Yeah? That's good. Glad you aren't hurt. [ there's a genuine softness in his voice and if she isn't able to see his smile with the lack of light, it's certainly in his voice. ] Don't know what the hell happened to the lights, but — well, it's pretty dangerous now, walking on these stairs. Need some help getting to your room or something?
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-19 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. Pulled in like her. Her shoulders seems to ease slightly. ]

What do you normally ride?
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-19 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Everyone sure has something smart to say when this happens, don't they? It takes every onze of self-control that Emet-Selch has not to just shove G'raha over into the water. ]

Only since I arrived here.

[ He shoots him a glare that just dares him to say something else, at his own peril. ]

'Tis why I did not offer it as a solution in the first place, but if we are out of options then it is all we have.

[ Which is to say, BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP HE'S TRYING AGAIN. This next attempt sees them move slightly to the right. The third time, as they say, is the charm, because now the crawling darkness is followed by the familiar whoosh of movement, and Emet-Selch finds himself outside the room itself.

... Without his passenger.

He whips around to peer into the window. Hello??? ]
Edited (english???) 2025-05-19 03:30 (UTC)
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aww <3

[personal profile] reorienting 2025-05-19 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"...Why would it matter?" Glenn gently retorts with, genuinely confused.

"If I have needed to repair my ship, and there was no other way, then pain is necessary for me to transmute what I have into what I need. It would only take a week or two to regenerate the lost mass in full.

"If I can help you with something you need, and it is not equally or more dire against myself, for what reason should I hesitate to provide what I can? Any physical pain I do feel is temporary. I also have a high tolerance for it."

A beat, as he considers.

"I will speak plain: I value others' lives more than my own, to some degree."
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[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-19 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ If his life weren't on the line, G'raha Tia would absolutely take that bet. The candor of the Exarch isn't required anymore and he can be just as petty as he feels. Which is quite a bit.

But, it is, so G'raha wisely keeps his lips sealed shut as the subsequent attempt fails. He can feel the fur on his tail and ears standing up on end as the aether struggles to find its balance.

On the third, G'raha finds himself stumbling forward, suddenly without the ancient at his side, holding him steady. He blinks several times, looking about to seeing Emet-Selch oh so conveniently on the other side of the glass.

The glass that has proven to be impervious to magic. That now contains one G'raha Tia, former Crystal Exarch and general nuisance to one Emet-Selch, packaged up and ready to drown. It would hardly be Emet-Selch's fault, wouldn't it? Should he leave it as is. He tried. It just wasn't met to be. And their dear mutual friend isn't around to ensure he plays well with others.

G'raha straightens, fists at his sides.

He well understands his fate is in Emet-Selch's hands. ]
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-19 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ She sloshes along after him when he seems to walk somewhere with purpose, wanting to see where he goes but only going as far as the glass lets her. He disappears out of few and she presses her ear and cheek on the glass, trying to listen. She feels it more, the vibrations of metal being tampered with by something very strong by the door in the back.

What the hell is it doing...?
]
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-19 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Samus will not forget she's been gifted with food and will not waste it. She pops the egg in her mouth, as if to remind herself what flavor palate of yolk she's dealing with. It's alien, different and familiar at the same time, somewhere between an alien snake and chicken, maybe—creamy, delicate. It goes well with the chocolate.

Ah, the comparison hits her, her palate also ranging from space rations to whatever she could hunt and cook in the wilds.
]

Ghalmanian. [ She says, mouth half-full. She swallows. ] It takes like a Ghalmanian egg.

... [ ... ]

It's a large chameleon-like creature. The tail meat skewers well too.
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[personal profile] eyesite 2025-05-19 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
( sometimes, he just drives, though it’s not as often as he might prefer. he has very little to his name but debt and this car that had given it to him, and putting pointless miles on it does little more than put him further into the red. he tries to make them purposeful—ventures to specific places where rumors of a diffusion zone that might very well be profitable, trips for scavenging for supplies, and the like. mostly, he drives to clear his head. panorama is loud. and it’s not just the noise-noise filling his ears, but also the psychic pressure of so many unique, disparate individuals clustered in the same place. he’d been so accustomed to the overwhelming mental pressure from the Eye’s Knowing that he felt rather ill-equipped fro the opposite—a conspicuous vacuum of knowledge of people, places, and events that it had never had the opportunity to observe and collect. it’s almost worse, really. he keeps having to fight off random spikes of “hunger” in casual conversation, suppressing the urge to poke and pry and compel all the details he was missing out of people. it’s just… too much, so he gets out. he hasn’t thought to turn on music or the radio, far too appreciative of the quiet.

curiosities off by the side of the road aren’t uncommon—he’s seen enough piles of rubbish, skeletal buildings, and abandoned husks of vehicles that it would take something a little more attention-grabbing to get him to consider to stop. the electric shrill and growl of music is one, and angel sitting on the hood of her car is another; combined, they’re enough for the station wagon to slow and pull off the side of the road a short distance ahead of her. john turns off the car, steps out of it, and glances down the road in either direction before approaching. )


If you are stranded out in the middle of nowhere, I’d say you’re taking it rather well.

( his voice, dry and English, takes on an affectation of wry humor. no, he doesn’t get the sense that her car has stalled, so he supposes that just makes him… curious. hm. isn’t this what he’d left the city trying to avoid?

there have been plenty of times where he’d found himself doing exactly what it was he tried to avoid. )


Enjoying the scenery? ( there’s basically fuck-all in every direction… )
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-19 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is quite the predicament, isn't it?

He watches the man formerly known as the Crystal Exarch regain some of his former stoicism, standing straight. He knows. Whether he lives or dies in this moment depends on Emet-Selch, once enemy of his people, of his star and its shards, and of his dearest, most beloved friend.

Were he the man he was on the First, wearing the guise of Solus Zos Galvus, the decision would be an easy one. He would walk away without a second thought and rid himself of this thorn in his side once and for all. He could still do that, in fact.

But he's not that man anymore, at least not in full. Though he's not entirely sure who or what he is anymore, under it all, buried beneath eons and lifetimes of suffering and scheming and carrying the full weight of an entire world on his shoulders, there yet lives a sliver of the man who would always come whenever Azem called.

Before he can give himself too much time to think about it, and with no indication of what he means to do (sorry, G'raha), he turns sharp on his heel and bolts. ]
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[personal profile] occulti 2025-05-19 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ this guy’s spelling.. is atrocious. But he looks like a big, strong guy. Like a warrior! Definitely someone that Ken thinks he should be allies with, not that he has had much luck in his life making friends and allies.

Some reassurance passes over him when he realizes Nandor will actually try and help, and he writes a response back: ]


Thank You!! So much!! I’ll do anything for you if you get me out of here!

I have, it’s no use. I think it’s a code you have to put into a keypad! Can you do that?
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[personal profile] pse 2025-05-19 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ She waves off his apology, the corners of her mouth tilting upward. In truth, she's grateful he took her threat as intended—genuine, but not malicious. Butcher would think Charles deserves no kindness, no quarter. Kimiko is slowly figuring out she might not want to be conscripted into that brutal crusade. But she remembers watching the Shining Light break the children around her so they could be reformed into the perfect soldiers, wearing the same expressions the men wore as their aggressions were smothered and stripped away.

She gestures to Charles, then points to her ear before tapping her temple. Telepathy is a word she kind of knows, but the parameters of it may look different for someone who lives it.

Succinctly, she's asking if he can hear thoughts. ]
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-19 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Logan can't give a shit about being in the dark, but Charles being with him changes things. He glances over his shoulder. Lights don't look busted on that end of the street.

His gaze flicks back. ]
You okay? [ He turns them around. He doesn't have to ask to know. They've been around each other long enough. ] C'mon, let's get you inside.

[ Inside is where Logan's been staying since two nights ago, fortunately—this time—on the western block. He moves around often. Sometimes he pays up when he returns from a day trip; sometimes he listens for an empty room and simply walks inside. For him, it's as easy as breathing. Surviving has always been thoughtless when he's alone.

But he's not anymore.

He gets them up the short steps (there's no ramp, apparently) and into the door. Out front, a bike's parked nearby. When he flicks on the lights, it's clear this is where he's been staying: beer on the table, an ashtray, a couple of books with yellowing pages. The sheets on the bed are crumpled. ]


You left anything in your room you need?
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[personal profile] mockingjays 2025-05-19 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's only because katniss is already at the window that she sees the woman approach from the outside - but she can't hear what she's saying. she doesn't know if her implant has gotten messed up, but she could hear everything before just fine. she can hear the water at her feet. the window, she thinks. it must be blocking sound. ]

[ she shakes her head and holds her ears at the same time, trying to signify she can't hear anything outside. ]

[ the computer light flashes, and she gestures a little blindly at it, adding on a second, far more confused head-shake. ]


We need a code! [ she yells it, even though she's pretty certain the sound is muted both ways. why would any of this be easy? ]
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[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-19 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ The stare-down feels like eons even though G'raha realistically knows it's only a matter of seconds. Two men, separated by millennia upon millennia and forced together by fate and circumstance once again.

Though he knows of the Warrior of Light's foray into Elpis, he has little desire to reconcile the man Azem might have known in the Days of Eld with the one who had nearly cost them everything. He can recognize, for a moment, the role that he played in returning G'raha and the other Scions to their physical forms before they faced the Endsinger (or tried to), but he knows well that was their friend's request. There is no honor nor past life shared between them of which to stand any small semblance of comradery.

This man owes him nothing. And, G'raha imagines, must be pleased with the opportunity to rid himself of any other problems.

So when Emet-Selch disappears, G'raha closes his eyes. This is to be his end, is it? ]


...

[ No, he won't let his final act be something so unbecoming. G'raha will accept his death once it serves a purpose. If anything, to spite Emet-Selch is enough reason to keep searching.

He turns on his heels, the water up to his waist now, and wades back over to the cabinets. There ought to be something--a back up! One mechanism to open this door would surely be faulty design. (Surely.)

Yet as he makes his way, G'raha finally notices something murky in the water. He pauses, squinting...as a yawning maw of some torn humanoid face reaches up in hunger before disappearing back into the liquid. ]


By the Twelve!

[ G'raha jumps back, though the movement is dulled by the viscous substance he find himself in.

Did...did Emet-Selch leave him in here with some sort of final...prank? A final "fuck you" of other-worldy terrors? He remembers Emet-Selch's ascended form.

What a jerk. ]
Edited (i edit just for fun) 2025-05-19 04:27 (UTC)
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[personal profile] mockingjays 2025-05-19 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ see, that's the point exactly! there are more important things here - it might have been a while since katniss has needed to keep herself together for a more pressing dangerous situation, but she hasn't forgotten. deep down, she probably never will. ]

[ she pointedly doesn't look down as she follows the woman towards the computer, doesn't want to think about anything beneath the water. ]


I never had a computer. Never needed to use it either. [ she'll leave all that to people far more capable, like beetee. ]

Code. [ she says it aloud mostly to remind herself. ] Maybe - maybe it's somewhere floating around.

[ literally... ]
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-19 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Did he have amnesia...? She has no memory of being found unconscious in a diffusion zone here, but it also wouldn't be the first time she found herself effectively stranded in a strange land. It did seem strange she wasn't the only one to experience this here on such a large scale.

Warm and savory... She remembers passing a restaurant with good smelling food. She nods her head, a gesture to follow.

"Are you... familiar with your name?"
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[personal profile] frighteningly 2025-05-19 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Nadiya.

[ Queen Nadiya, of the ruling house of Maresh, formerly of Loreni— but that would be terribly dull, wouldn't it? Even without the knowledge of how the French of Kell's Grey London tend to treat their royals. So, just Nadiya. She'll try it on, see how she likes it. ]

These are lovely.

[ It's a distant, clinical observation. He might figure out that lovely art means little to her. ]

But I fail to see how they can help you grapple with this world's innovations. Would you rather not get your hands on the spokes?
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-19 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ ???

Fern stares at the woman for a good five seconds and then slowly lets her head lilt to one side. ]


A horse. Though it's more common for me to simply travel on foot.

[ Yeah, it's like that. ]
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[personal profile] haemophile 2025-05-19 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[This is extremely bad.

Laszlo is not exactly in the habit of allowing people to know his weaknesses and live, but there are so many people around that outright murder isn't feasible. And he can't even look at this old man—this old priest; he should have known not to engage with him just by his dress—and his cross without searing agony, let alone hypnotize him.

He growls, clenching his fists, then jabs a finger in Lawrence's general direction. Maybe. He could be pointing at some hapless woman shopping for oranges for all he knows.]


This didn't happen.

[Then he leaves at what is a very calm and reasonable pace and he is not at all running away.]
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road trip

[personal profile] sacrilegus 2025-05-19 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ He is very busy staring intently into the horizon. Not with the energy of someone gazing into the middle distance, but calculating something—a trajectory, or a question, or anything inbetween.

So this should be a good match. Anaxa looks like A Map Guy, and this fellow looks like someone who beats people with blunt objects. He gives him a very quick once-over, but comes to a decision with deliberation just as brief. ]


Yes.

[ Yes. This will do. ]

You'll drive where I tell you to, then.
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-19 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
( Mugged. Mugged, presumably at knifepoint, by someone more than willing to slip a blade around the ribs of a young woman alone on the god damn street. Yeah, he's got some work to do later.

For now, he shifts at the request, pushing off his posted-up space against the wall to drag the shitty little wooden desk chair across the kitchenette floor so he can take a seat in front of her perch. There is neither any put-upon sighing nor triumphant smugness that comes from him — it's just a thing that he's doing, that he's willing to do, that he gets nothing out of and isn't bothered by.
)

Hands off.

( He mutters, nudging both her forearms and the fabric out of the way so he can take a look. It's a nasty gash, alright.

Here comes the methodical process of splashing rubbing alcohol over his own hands, then over the needle itself because he doesn't know where her hands have been before they were all over the metal. Thread the needle. Flush the wound. While he works, he flicks his eyes up to her face just the once to ask:
)

What'd they look like? Tell me about 'em.
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i-a

[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-19 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fern's head is pounding.

There's been a lot to process since she first woke up, even if that was only a few minutes ago. There's the fact that she isn't at all where she should be; that none of her traveling companions are with her, when they should be; that Strahd must be behind this somehow; that she sustained an injury (from the carriage crashing? from something else?).

That she is in a strange place, again, with no idea what's going on or why, again.

And that she's surrounded by these metal beasts, these vehicles, and someone is even trying to convince her she simply must buy one — with money she clearly doesn't have. Apparently the coins in her pack count for nothing, here.

Tired as she is and aching as her head wound might be, however, her senses are still alight. It means that when a large, monstrous figure bursts out of the nearby tent and lunges toward her, she immediately reacts. The masked man trying to sell her something is forgotten as she swivels toward the lumbering figure, her dagger out of its sheath in an instant. Her free hand reaches out and up to seize its shoulder and she presses the edge of her blade right against its ribcage. She frowns when metal screeches against metal; a suit of armor?

The only thing she can assume is that it's a minion of Strahd's, with its ghoulish countenance and skeletal frame. She's seconds away from twisting the knife to see if she can find an opening in the armor, a place where she can stab through to soft flesh or brittle bone. ]
Edited (i reread this morning and found typos) 2025-05-19 15:58 (UTC)
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-19 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Oh! It had actually happened this time! The cue to actually follow her, which he did after a brief moment of hesitation. That question had caught him slightly off guard.

Was he... familiar with his name?

Did she know An Ze somehow? No, that couldn't be. Someone with a gaze nearly as striking as Lu Feng's would have stuck out in the memories that An Ze had given him.

"Ah, it's An Zhe," he offered as he fell in line with her. "... Are you familiar with yours?"
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[personal profile] sodark 2025-05-19 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Cable narrows his eyes at the suggestion that she knows him by reputation. He's not sure he has much of one-- but time is fucked here. That much he is very sure of.

He acknowledges the gratitude with a curt nod, giving her an evaluating look.]


Can you defend yourself, Gwen?

[He has met many small, unassuming women who could handily fold attackers, but it's not really a situation where he wants to be lead by assumptions.]