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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] intelligent 2025-05-19 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Is this... an EVIL Peter?? Do those exist? They have to, right? Well, okay, evil might be overdramatic—but it's kind of fun to think of this man as not the map guy, evil Peter.

He must have gotten that from the remains of his suit... which, okay. That's fair. Who else is stupid enough to wear those? Some bad guys, but that's it.

There's the thought of saying he's not able to do that sort of thing anymore, he's tried to get out of it, he wears a costume for blah blah blah reasons, but... ]


Whatever, man. You're leaving, aren't you?
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-19 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
( Presumptuous, but maybe not off the table. Frank tends to work alone for most jobs, but he's pulled in partners before when things got dicey. Used to depend on Russo, back when he was enlisted. Leaned on David for a while, reluctantly. Leaned on Curt a little less reluctantly. It's not often, but it could happen, maybe. If their goals line up, if they have similar problems to solve.

Imagine that shit. The Punisher working with a goddamn Avenger. Somebody call Murdock and tell him to eat shit.

He raises his chin a little in acknowledgement, in fresh understanding.
)

That why you were diggin' around in there? Lookin' to sell off the meds for cash?

( He's not judging. You do what you gotta do to get by; based on the bulletin that went out ain't like they belonged to anybody. Somebody like Red would probably turn 'em over to a hospital for free, but people have to eat. People have to survive. It's not a shining beacon of heroism, but it's realistic. )
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[personal profile] mockingjays 2025-05-19 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ the very first night katniss slept in her car too, tucking it away on the outskirts of the city; it hadn't been a very fruitful sleep, because a part of her was on guard all night - that's what made her finally seek out one of the hotels. she could lock the door and not worry about the window getting broken into. ]

[ so, she just sort of idly nods along to the woman's explanation. ]


At least there's a bed. They're not the worst place to sleep. I found a room, yesterday. [ she shoves the rest of the dumpling in her mouth and for a moment looks almost happy - the dumpling wins over the cheese. ]

I don't like it being on a tab. [ the loan for the car is bad enough. ]
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daisy johnson | agents of shield (mcu)

[personal profile] chuju 2025-05-19 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
the blocks: power outage
[ It's been a week since Daisy arrived in this strange hellhole, and she's still no closer to understanding just what the hell is going on or how she's going to get home. Not that she's entirely certain there is a way home for her — she's been gathering stories from the other fluxdrift kidnappers, and the pattern emerging is one she isn't too happy about. All of them were injured in some way, waking up in that damn medical tent, and with some of them...

This has been seven days longer than she expected to have when she blew up the Chronicom ship from the inside, saving the world again, even if it cost her life. There'd been a chance she could walk away from that, but it sure as shit wasn't this. She's alone here, surrounded by strangers, even if some do wear familiar faces, and it's all getting to be a lot.

So, when the power goes out, she uses the excuse to follow her usual playbook when things get too hard to handle: she runs. Sure, she stops to help a few people on the way out of town, but she's been scouring the Forum for information and noticed the mentions of diffusion zones to the south. Might as well check them out, right? And if she comes across someone who doesn't seem like they're about to try to sell her organs for a bag of corn chips, she might even offer to let them come with. What's a road trip without a friend to have your back? ]

diffusion zones
[ Her first few trips to the diffusion zones to the south of Panorama are like she's stepped into an episode of Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives: Apocalypse Edition. Everything is run-down and abandoned, an anachronistic mishmash of styles and origins that add more pieces to the puzzle of the world they'd all been dropped into. There are no answers to accompany those pieces, of course, but at least it's more information than she'd had before.

There's a 1950s style diner with pink booths and green walls, plates broken on the floor and fixtures torn from the walls. A narrow roadside stop with half-empty condiment bottles and moldy menus beside dusty coffee mugs. A pizza shop that looks like the employees will walk in at any minute with the supplies to make a few dozen pies. (If only.)

With each new place she comes across, Daisy is all too aware of the stories she's heard of what happens in these diffusion zones. Structures come and go, shifting sometimes right in front of you, and the things that can appear with them... In the city, if she hears a weird noise, she goes to investigate. Out here in the nightmare zone? If she hears anything off, she's getting the hell out of Dodge. ]

the pavilion: the dome
[ Normal part-time jobs aren't Daisy's thing. She's never had one, preferring to make her way in life through ad hoc computer jobs and hacking until she'd joined SHIELD, and she isn't going to start waiting tables or playing cashier now. There isn't easy access to computers or any sort of hackable systems here, so that isn't an option, and law enforcement is basically a joke. Without an agency to work for, her spy skills are on the back burner, but she can still fight, so when she hears word of an establishment with nightly fights, she goes to check it out.

The Dome is exactly what one might expect from a place that hosts cage fights for entertainment. The crowd is rowdy but surprisingly respectful, and money changes hands as bets are placed. She hangs back, still not healed up enough to risk having her ass handed to her, and besides, she'd rather have a grasp of what's allowed before throwing herself into the ring. If she can get away with using a bit of her powers, she might have a better chance of making some decent income from this.

Glancing at the person beside her in the crowd, she figures she might as well gather a bit of intel. Once a spy, always a spy. ]


Is it always like this?

wildcard
[ feel free to toss something else at me! Daisy can be found frequenting the free sample section at the supermarket and whatever greasy spoon offers free refills on burnt coffee. she's sleeping in her van for the time being until she finds someone she trusts enough to stay with. and yes, she's still wearing her suit.

ooc: emp comment for info and plotting, or contact at [plurk.com profile] taintedcrimson to request a closed starter from the above areas. do you play an MCU but never got around to watching AoS? I have a post for that! ]
Edited 2025-05-19 12:51 (UTC)
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[personal profile] haemophile 2025-05-19 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Laszlo gives up pretty quickly on pretending he's broken his foot or whatever, mostly because this chap doesn't seem to be bothered by it either. No need to put on a show for no reason.

But he does look at his finger stumps, though, because although he had noticed, he keeps forgetting about it.

"Yeah. Either I purchase an automobile, or I'll have to pay to deal with these." He wiggles the stumps for emphasis. (Not that it matters either way to him—his fingers are going to grow back in a week at most, but it's probably best not to announce that to the world.)
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[personal profile] sodark 2025-05-19 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Cable makes a resigned sound. Irritated, it would probably be easier to send her on her way-- but he can't bring himself to do that. He cants his head toward the door.]

Do you want help finding it?

[He offers it sincerely. He's aware he probably looks scarier than anything she might encounter, that she might not be comfortable, but at least he made the offer.]
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panorama

[personal profile] intelligent 2025-05-19 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miguel'd been on his way out to enjoy the night, or at the very least, to pretend to. The scream caught him while he was just about to open the door, and he's now leaning out of it to look both ways. With dark, should come quiet... but no, of course not. Obviously he had to be someone who would check these things out.

He didn't used to be.

But now, he's someone who can see perfectly in the dark. ]


Not yet.

[ Maybe... it's just someone being dramatic. Maybe they stubbed their toe. Maybe they're missing their favourite stream, and there's no video library to comb over when things come back on.

Or maybe it's someone being killed. Maybe they're being slightly less killed as the time passes, but that's still concerning enough— ]


I might be whenever I find who's doing it, though.
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[personal profile] nashua 2025-05-19 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nashua pulls her hands away when instructed. She clutches the blood-soaked turtleneck tightly between two hands, digging her fingers in when the rubbing alcohol flushes her broken skin. The stinging is brief and potent and incredibly severe, but she exhales through her nose and breathes through it. She's doing her best to keep as still as possible. ]

One of them wore this bright red leather jacket. He looked like a fire hydrant.

[ Thinking, she sucks in her cheek. ]

And his buddy had this scar on his chin. They weren't young, like, kids, but they weren't old either.

[ Her grin is weak and fleeting as she continues, wryly amused at her own subterfuge. ]

I gave them my keys and told them my car was a bright yellow truck parked in the loading bay behind LuxFilms. They're probably still looking for it.
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-19 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
A horse. [ One eyebrow goes up. A horse, the animal.

She looks down the road to see Panorama in the distance as if mentally calculating how long that would take. It would probably take this woman less time on horse than it would take her if she tried, to her credit. She sighs.
]

Okay. [ Fern somehow got the bike moving this far so she has faith she might take whatever instructions to heart and they can both be on their way. First thing's first; figuring out the problem. ]

Try the key again. [ Does it sound like a sputtering weak engine? A series of clicks? Or nothing at all? ]
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[personal profile] seavere 2025-05-19 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ anne takes a few steps to give herself a better angle to watch him and the vehicle, noting when he finds something. ]

Move. Lemme feel it.

[ it's her truck, they called it. she wants to know how it functions. she will not be relying on this strange man to solve her issues. ]

[ she just assumes he'll listen, walking over towards the hood. ]
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[personal profile] seavere 2025-05-19 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ all of the vehicles can sing... what a world she's found herself in. faulty wiring means nothing to her right now, but she's not about to say so. she has a lot to learn, and it'll come in pieces, but it's hardly the worst situation she's found herself ever in. ]

[ her gaze flickers to the knobs and aforementioned dashboard - now she knows what that's called, at least - then she slowly looks back to the man. ]


Radio? That what makes the music?
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-19 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
( He doesn't bother hiding his snort of amusement at the bullshit ploy; bunch of idiots running around behind the theater looking for a truck that doesn't exist. Good to know a general location, though. Gives him a starting point. Bright red fire hydrant jacket's hard to miss, scar on the chin's common but it'll help him narrow it down if they're separated.

His fingers are steady, firm but gentle, as they start the painful process of pinching the wound together and threading the first stitch. It's gonna hurt like a bitch, and the best he can do for her is to encourage her to distract herself from it — so with his eyes still fixed on his task, he mumbles up at her:
)

Where you from? Nash short for Nashville?

( The second part's dry, deadpan — a joke. Not a good one, but... you know. He's busy. Just start talking about something, Nash, do them both a favor. )
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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-19 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ The minute the stream of oil begins to waver he reaches out - ]

You're spilling –

[ This isn't his car but he still would rather avoid it spilling all over hte place unnecessarily. It's already been made abundantly clear to them that they're in debt and have a long way to go to crawling out of it. When the bottle is safely put aside and she gives him room to peer in she motions for her to do a little more. ]

Why have a license if you don't drive then? And why have a test if it doesn't cover the basic functions of what you're driving?

[ To be clear he isn't trying to be catty on purpose (despite having a sour puss face). He just asks questions when he wants or need clarification. And this is one of those times. ]
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2025-05-19 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
He huffs out a noise, something like a half-laugh. "Yes, as are many others for better or worse."

Fortunately her reputation didn't seen to proceed her here which was, frankly, a refreshing change. She almost doesn't want to say it, but does. Because he asked. "Aran. Samus Aran."
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[personal profile] haemophile 2025-05-19 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Can Laszlo sense malevolent energy? It's unclear because I play from a bullshit canon, but let's say yes; now that he's close enough, Laszlo can feel something weird rolling off the lad, and he squints uneasily.

Baphomet's tits, why is it so difficult for a man to get a decent meal in this place? He's not even hungry anymore.]


You've put me off entirely, so never mind. Go... [He waves his hand in a shooing gesture.] Play with your own nuts.
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oh my god

[personal profile] haemophile 2025-05-19 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Frankly, this is the first time Laszlo has ever seen this man, because he would have remembered that bone structure. This is the reason he and his housemates need a bodyguard.

Anyway, out of all the things this chap could have said, this is not something Laszlo had anticipated. He stares at him for a second before sparing a quick glance to the side at nothing in particular.

"I haven't a clue what you're talking about." He spreads his hands and adds with a little too much enthusiasm, "Vampires aren't real!"
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1a

[personal profile] sacrilegus 2025-05-19 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ If Lottie is taking turns between driving like a grandma or a lunatic, something happens during the intermittent start-stop-start-stop car dance that she's doing. During one of the brief stretches where she's slammed the breaks, the passenger side door opens, and now some guy is just sitting there. There's noise outside, like the revving of engines and honking. It is indistinct and distant still, but gives the impression of being angry.

Meanwhile, Anaxa looks composed, shutting the door and turning to meet her eyes like he didn't just invite himself into her car. ]


I advise you to drive.

[ It's like a road test. A road pop quiz. ]
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[personal profile] nashua 2025-05-19 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Short for Nashua, actually. I'm not from there, though. My mom's Wampanoag, so... I guess you could say the city was named after me.

[ As jokes go, hers might even be worse than his. She's happy to take his prompt and run with it, though. Talking distracts her from the misery of having her skin sewed up. Trying to keep still while using deep breaths to work through the worst of the pain is a tall order. A few times, she has to pause mid-sentence and just deal with it. ]

I was born in Massachusetts, actually. Grew up in Taunton. Res kid, you know.

[ Sure, that's exactly the sort of thing this very white ex-Marine can relate to. ]

Moved to Boston for school, stayed for work, and then— fuck[ ow ] Ending up here was the first time I ever left the state.

[ Still squeezing her sweater between her hands, she scrunches her eyes shut when they start to feel hot. ]

What about you? If you're a Marine, you must have been stationed in Japan at least once.
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[personal profile] oomfies 2025-05-19 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Uh, she is spilling the truth? What else would she be spilling?

(The oil. The oil she absolutely splashed on some other important car component in her daze trying to figure out if he's being shady or not. Because by now she has completely forgot about the debt, is only honing in on the intricacies of the now to not go insane.) ]


I don't know. [ Immediately defensive, if only because she's had this conversation many times with her family. Her mom, specifically. You're how old and still having people drive for you? Yes! Driving in LA gives her anxiety!! ] The test is more for like the laws of the road..

Like, don't go more than twenty in a residential! Go with the speed of the freeway, don't drive like a crazy person, etcetera.

[ Says the woman who barely recalls said rules of the road other than: stop on red. Green is go. ]

..Besides, it's kind of like a thing you just get. You know?
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[personal profile] vaimanat 2025-05-19 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
She rises when she finds herself with company. In part, it's manners. In part, it's to be on her feet if there is trouble. But raising a hand over her chest, she bows in greeting. The world may be chaos, but she did not have to forget decency. The pearls sway from her temple rings that keep her wimple and veil in place as she straightens.

"Not as yet. But I suspect it is only a matter of time." There is a resignation to her tone about it. "But so far, most come in good faith. I hope you do the same?"
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[personal profile] haemophile 2025-05-19 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[If Wriothesley were from Earth, he might have second guessed asking Laszlo for help, because while it is true that he is incredibly dapper, he is also dressed like a ye olde himself.

As it is, he just stares at the proffered phone, but eventually takes it. This is mostly because Wriothesley is attractive.]


Yes, it's a cellular mechanical telephone. [As if this is the issue, not knowing what it is.

They are standing around a petrol station because that's what I say they're doing, and Laszlo moves under the canopy lights to get a better look.]


All right, it says 'Try Again' and 'Last Screen.' Those are the only two options, so I think you're fucked. Get a new one.
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-19 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
( Res kid, you know — he hums an inarticulate sound of acknowledgment. He doesn't know, doesn't really know much about life on a reservation. Most of his cultural expansion happened foreign rather than domestic. Came home and started a vengeance mission that took him all across the country for a while. Fortunately for all parties involved, none of those vengeance killings happened on a reservation.

He stills himself when she tenses, waiting patiently for the wave of pain to pass before he starts in on the next stitch, piercing through skin and flesh without so much as a grimace. Definitely clear he's done this more than once.
)

Queens, for starters. ( He mumbles in a low, steady rasp — a little too rough by nature to be perfectly soothing, but surprisingly, not too far off the mark. ) Then all over. Japan, Vietnam. Middle East, mostly. Kuwait. Iraq. Afghanistan.

( Your standard array of 'we probably shouldn't even talk about what's going on over there, boy, that sure is complicated' countries. Places American troops have no business being, but you pull 'em out and everybody gets pissed off about it anyway because it's not as easy as bailing without an alternative support structure in place. Complicated. )

After I got out, I went back to New York for a while, and then I started traveling. Was in Michigan when I got dragged in.
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[personal profile] haemophile 2025-05-19 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Laszlo rounds the corner and is very suddenly blinded by a bright ball of fire where he had been expecting nothing but blackness and a beautiful meal, pulsing with blood. He swears and takes one step back, squinting as his vampiric pupils constrict against the light.

It takes just a second for him to work out what exactly is going on, and although this woman seems largely inscrutable, Laszlo's annoyance is clear across his face.]


A witch. Look, if I'd have known, I'd have left you alone.
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[personal profile] vilebled 2025-05-19 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's his own actions that give her pause--the turning back, the reexamining. There's a slight fear in the back of her mind that she pushes down as she follows his gaze to the water itself. Light, mostly, and yet...

Some areas appear dark and deep. Deeper than they ought to be when she knows it's a foot high at best. And yet, she can feel a sense of gravity and depth like it wants to pull her down.

...Great volumes of water serve as a bulwark guarding sleep, and an augur of the eldritch Truth...

Maria stares, transfixed as a dark face manifests in the water, mouth stretching open in a gaping yawn. She feels it, leaning forward...

Overcome this hindrance, and seek what is yours. ]
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[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-19 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[He definitely doesn’t make a move until the footsteps were well and safely out of earshot. But once he was in the clear, he cuts the doorknob loose. He’d be an idiot to ignore it… though, frankly, he’d be an idiot to take the bait, too. This broad gave no clue as to her intentions, only a mild curiosity about the webs. Considering the boat they were all in… it felt like the kind of sizing up one would do if they had a job in mind. (Whether the job involved hiring him, using him, or turning him in - that was up in the air.)

It wasn’t entirely unfamiliar to him, but it brought him back to days he’d rather forget. Back when he took bad jobs for bad men to kill more bad men. Clandestine communication - usually by the mob - passed through shadows. It left his mouth tasting like ashes. He wasn’t proud of the man he was… desperate, yes. But fallen so far in his loathing and despair that he no longer cared what he became.

He’d like to think he was a far cry from that broken man now, but it really wasn’t that far. And money was money.

…What the hell. With his luck, it might just be someone who’s trying to steal his organs - so he wouldn’t have to feel bad about breaking all her bones and stealing her shit. Horray… it’s the little things.

Of course, he wouldn’t want to seem too eager. He’ll wait like, a hour before venturing out to investigate that bar. (Also because it takes an hour for the webs to dissolve.)]