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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] carmesi 2025-05-19 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
( it's a darkness that she knows lives inside her, but she's managed to, so far, not look directly at. it's impossible to look away, now that it's right in front of her, and it terrifies her.

of course there is loneliness in her, too. a vast ocean rages inside her, with uncontrollable waves, pulling her under with every break. she can never keep herself upright, she can never fully ever be safe from this grief that permeates her entirely. right now, the darkness spills underneath her, the depths of her ocean of grief black, as this thing comes to eat her whole.

just as bob, back in the real world, holds onto her arm, the magic she doesn't know she has reacts—lashes out against the void and its attempt to swallow her whole. red spills out of her, and wanda screams, only to be shoved away—

into a different place altogether; a smaller space, a room. the small room she and her brother shared in the old school-turned-orphanage; one of the very last places she ever felt safe in. wanda is coughing, panting, as if she was forced to drink too much water in one go. one her hands and knees, she tries to catch her bearings, and there's a hand holding onto her arm.

but it's gonna be okay.

she glances up. a name pops into her mind, strings of her telepathy haywire, catching onto so much without her wanting it to. )


B..ob? What's...

( all this? )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-19 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I can't hear you.

( she says, the moment he comes back to the window and starts saying things. the water is rising, so she's trying to pay as much attention to him as possible; if wanda can't hear him, chances are the same goes for him.

especially when he presses the binder to the glass.

wanda scans it quickly, then gets — an idea of what is going on, what needs to be done.

fishing in her pocket for the cellphone she was given, wanda taps away at the hard keys and goes for the photo option. hopefully he can see what she's trying to do and doesn't move the binder away, not until she's snapped the picture. the quality is shitty, but the symbols looks distinctive enough that she'll be able to make them out.

wanda gives him a thumbs up—

stay alive.

—and then hurries out the door, towards the back of the building. an uneasy feeling immediately overcomes her, and it's strangely dark. it wasn't like this inside, was it? wanda remembers that there's a guy who will probably drown if she doesn't do this, so she hurries to the panel, assumes it's the one, and when prying doesn't work (what the hell is this substance—?), she uses her telekinesis to pull the panel off entirely.

everything goes dark, but for the symbols, and wanda — wanda comes to, hands on the panel, CODE ACCEPTED on the screen, blood on her hand and a sting from and injury she can't remember. the water gets sucked up from what she can hear, but it's so — dark still—

she hurries back inside, stumbling a little. )


Hey!

( she echoes, like when she first got here. the doors have released, so he should be able to stumble out, to hear her, hopefully. )

We have to go!
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-05-19 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's popped the non-sullied cheese cube into his mouth—again, automatic and barely thought-out—chewing with some performative thoughtfulness as she speaks. So, she's just as baffled as he is about this whole thing (no, probably not as baffled, but just about); most notably, she's gone looking for the others, or signs of any other Expeditions having been swept this way.

Good to know.]


Oh, er.

[Sciel's always been someone who offers a friendly touch here and there. They've certainly known each other long enough, and been through plenty more, for Verso to not so much as blink whens he claps him on the arm. He reflects her manner right back; a tilted head and a slightly strained, tilted smile.]

I'll show you, but I should let you know that it isn't a car.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-19 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
( who would 'they' be, though? wanda wonders. there's yom crook, who didn't really need to help them with cars and other forms of transportation, but he did claim that this happens often enough that there's no real logic to it.

that it just is what it is. )


Are you going to try for a job, then? Or do you think it's all bullshit?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-19 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda listens, actually interested, because mercenary work means a lot of things but she's never actually met someone who does the thing and she is about to talk with. )

Sounds like you might also enjoy it.

( if she is calling the other type of work 'mundane'.

wanda ponders her last dumpling, wondering if she wants to eat it now, but then looks up at the choices of job posting. )


...I guess there isn't anything like mercenary work here. Taking a break from fighting might be nice.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-19 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
( whatever it is that he can do, wanda worries that she might be able to get something from it. something that she can perceive beyond what a normal person can, so she is pretty obstinate about it.

she frowns. )


No magic, or whatever you do. ( she's willing to acquiesce, but only if he is willing to, too. ) You can check on them.

( give her a diagnosis, what she'll need to do to treat them.

nothing more. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-19 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
You do?

( maybe she won't have to do so much to make people start thinking of things in this light. but the girl doesn't seem concerned, despite what she is voicing. )

'Sinister' is a specific word to use.

( one wanda wouldn't necessarily use, personally. )

Cars are expensive, though, if you're wondering away why the debt is so much. I never owned one myself, but it is something go to debt for back where I'm from.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-19 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
( doesn't work on everyone, perhaps, but it's not like they have much of a choice, ultimately. she glances at him, wonders upon his accent—it's not one she's heard before, but it sounds pretty american to her. )

I don't like being a fly.

( in this scenario, the one on the lookout for crumbs, feeling out of control. )

—American?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-19 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda could only ever dream to know what retail work really is about, because she's never had the opportunity to hold a job before. maybe she will find out, in due time, just how awful it is once she has her go at it.

she glances at the other woman who seems all too unaffected by wanda's commentary. )


It's not like we have much of anything else to do here.
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[personal profile] motiontocompel 2025-05-19 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Truthfully, Foggy wouldn't blame anyone for stealing to eat. It's an age-old argument for people in his career track, and the long-running theme of some of the most moving stories to ever grace the entertainment industry. Does anyone blame Jean Vajean? Most people didn't sympathize with Javert, despite knowing that laws were laws for a reason.

Smirking slightly, he asks, "What, eat beans together? Cold beans?" It's weird to find that so funny when they're standing in darkness quietly wondering if their lives were are danger. Well, one of them, at least. "Uh, yeah, I guess I could. But I don't have a can opener and I'm a little worried prying things with a knife in total darkness."

He looks up and down the hallway as if he'll see anything, but is simply following the natural reaction of his body. "If we can find some candles or a flashlight, I'd feel better about it." When he reaches behind him to twist his door handle, he pauses. Curses. Tries again.

Locked. He has locked himself out of his own apartment. "Dammit," he mutters, and presses his forehead against his hotel door. The light bump bump bump is surely Foggy mentally chastising himself. He checked the lock, but with the whole building in so much disrepair, should he really be surprised?
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-19 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jack is hurt by the general situation because no recognition in Castiel's eyes is difficult, but he does understand that frustration. His whole existence is ridiculous and confusing and sudden. He knows that he was lucky that his family decided to take care of him instead of putting him down. Especially given who his father is, and this further proves to him that if Castiel knew, he would reject him. He's already rejecting him.

Jack looks sad but he follows Castiel as he walks away. He doesn't go too close at his heels because he doesn't want to be annoying, but he stays about a step or two behind him, just trailing him like a lost puppy. ]


I can't abandon you, Castiel. You need someone to watch your back. Dean and Sam aren't here.

[ Even if it makes his heart ache, he knows what the right thing to do is, what family does for each other. Castiel never left him to be alone, until Jack flew away. He would have followed if Jack was telling him to go. ]
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-05-19 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps the only blessing about being new to this whole driving thing is that he doesn't even know what the odometer is there for. Yom Crook had hurried him off the lot with very minimal instruction, eager to saddle him with debt and move on to the next poor fool who needed transport. So Verso looks at that number, sees that it is indeed a large one, and can only assume she means to say that Panorama does indeed have a large population.

See, he can do charades sometimes.]


Going to have to get used to being around a lot of people again, if that's the case. Oh well. It appears that I'm going to have to get used to a lot of things now that I'm here. Learning to ride that bike of mine will be high on the list, though.

[Anyway, yeah. That coyote probably won't be an issue, right.]
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[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-19 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Player Name: kates!
Contact: [plurk.com profile] allikateor or allikateor @ discord

TDM Participation: I just did tag-ins, baby
RP History: currently, I play two characters (Dorian Gray & Cornelius Hickey) at [community profile] singillatim (here & here). I've been in dwrp for ten billion years (shout out to the people who mentioned exit void, I was there as well), but recently I've played in [community profile] themnemosyne (thread), [community profile] duplicitynet (locked game, ic inbox) & [community profile] apocalypsehowcomm (thread.) I've played Strange at [community profile] lastvoyages (thread) & [community profile] usir (thread), as well as a private game.
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-19 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
I know you were not.

[ Scott replies softly, an understanding smile gracing his lips, letting her know that he's not finding her question as such.

There's a contemplative pause on his end, as if he's trying to decide whether or not he'll tell her the truth about his mutation. Humans back home haven't been exactly kind to mutants, so he's wary of any conversation leading to an admission.

Ultimately, Scott chooses to be vague about it. ]
I just have a condition where I can't take off my glasses, so. [ He shrugs, smile still on his lips. Better for her to think it's some sort of disability or ailment. ]
Edited (reads better!) 2025-05-19 16:29 (UTC)
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[personal profile] diametrically 2025-05-19 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Cassian can see the wheels of her mind turning over her in her mind and that, he can't help but think, is not something she'd want to hear. Their short interaction thus far has led him to believe that she would much rather be perceived as someone who would rip your throat out before admitting that she wanted or needed help. Whether that was born from a desire to remain standing on her own two feet or a consequence of something else that had happened to her in the past he couldn't say but it didn't change the fact that it occurs to him that he's seeing a part of her that he shouldn't see.

But the hard edge in her eyes wears away and he's left standing there suddenly feeling exposed. And the news that she gives him, well.

His mind rages against the truth (though his mind hasn't quite accepted that and will likely take time to). No one wants to hear that they've died. It is the inevitable, it is one of two outcomes when you've decided to join the fight so you can help win the war. But in his mind the "Rebellion" doesn't exist yet; not as an organized group. It is a movement, a fractured segment of people who are still rallying and gathering and working together to rail against the Empire. She speaks with such certainty like she's lived it. Like she has some sort of future insight, some knowledge that he doesn't.

He had believed himself being fine with ambiguity because there would always be a certain level of that with any mission he embarked on. And while he accepted the risks, the thought of leaving those he cared so deeply for behind with no knowledge of where he had gone or his fate squeezes his heart like a vice. He lets out a disbelieving noise still clearly uncertain how to process anything she's telling him. ]


I would remember that. What mission? What were our objectives?
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-05-19 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
((ooc; ak;asf and i forgot to say noted and hello!!! i'm glad you're enjoying him in the game so far ehe))

[Oh. Maybe he just should've stayed in bed.

But while Verso is far from perfect, he's also not the type of person to watch someone get attacked down the stairs and decide not to step in, even if the assailants are having a difficult time accosting the stranger as easily as they'd like. The scent of a burning fire fills his nostrils though there's no hint of flame; other than the orange glow starting to emanate along the ground.

Some manner of chroma or magic, he assumes. Neat as that may be, this man is still outnumbered, and Verso decides that he should even the odds.]


Hey!

[He calls out, summoning his sword with a burst of chroma. The blade materializes out of nothingness, and he grasps it tightly by its hilt. This display might be difficult to make out when there's barely any light being thrown onto Verso's form, but that's only temporary.]

None of that now. Play fair.

[In fact, light soon starts to gather along the length of Verso's blade, tossing him into keen illumination. The energy builds just long enough for him to swing his sword downwards, and a handful of slashes—born from light energy—dance around all of the attacking men at distance. They're impossibly fast, happening as quick as someone might blink, and though Verso has not aimed to kill them outright (he's a little more merciful than that), if they get a few gnarly warning cuts as a result? Well, that's fine.]
Edited 2025-05-19 16:25 (UTC)
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[personal profile] summonbeasts 2025-05-19 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[... Okay, note taken: make Alucard open all these bloody things. She takes the bag and pops a few corn chips into her mouth before she says anything else. The sound she makes seems to say they taste okay but probably not worth the trouble of scavenging them in the first place.]

This is just the beginning I'll wager. If there are anything like the royals they don't seem interested in poking out their heads right away. Likely for good reason.

[Maria plops down on the end of one of the beds. Alucard might be far more cautious than she is outwardly but Maria is simply cautious internally. There's a tight wall around her where there never was in the past, erected through loss and looking too far into the darker depths of her own abilities. If she's scared of anything anymore it's the havoc her own emotions can play on her magic and not whatever hoodlums or creatures can come out of the dark here and now.

She crunches through a few more chips before she swallows and gives a long sigh.]


I assume you came from the same place I did? That big yard of metal and whatnot.

[The scrapyard with all the cars is what she means.]
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-19 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, Scott's definitely going to come in between Wade and his bag while his hand is still adjusting his visor and still aiming it at the other man. He's not letting his guard down, especially since this guy is just waltzing in like he's all too familiar with him when he doesn't even know who he is.

And what the hell is up with that stealing his virginity line? He's not a virgin. At least, with women. He doesn't have any plans of exploring his sexuality here in Club Dystopia of all places. ]


This is your final warning to stand back or I'll shoot. [ His visor glows red, just a bit, as he stares Wade down. ]

I didn't understand anything you just said. So either you explain yourself or you'll be flying out of here.
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[personal profile] intelligent 2025-05-19 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A short laugh. Has he been drunk enough for that to happen before? yes, though luckily he was never close enough to a zoo when partying for it to actually happen. ]

Take one word out and then change the rest of the words to other ones and you've got it.

[ what a terrible nonanswer. ]
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-19 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Don't be smelly around him!!!

Actually, given the state of things, he's not so sure that "bathing regularly" is going to be a luxury they can afford, so perhaps the smelly thing will get a pass. ]


... 'Tis how my people have always dressed. [ Easier to tell the truth, in this case. ] Though I am well-aware of just how impractical it is for gallivanting through the wasteland.
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[personal profile] reverso 2025-05-19 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's true, and Verso suspects that if he maintains his usual level of skrunkly then he'll probably fit in with this world just fine. In fact, given what little he's seen so far, he's probably one of the cleaner ones.]

Oh, traditional garb, then. [He supposes that's more of an answer than before, and he'll accept it for now.] You're probably right. Less cloth to get stuck in doors and all the spinny bits.

[The wheels. Though that's more of a Verso problem, since he owns a motorcycle.]
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sorry for falling off the planet...moving weekend is a beast

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-19 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Blood, schmud. They've got plenty else to worry about.

Her pulling on him is enough to get him to reboot and keep going through the motions, instead of trying to figure out what the hell he's looking at, so when she stops moving, he notices. ]


Come on.

[ He takes the lead this time, pulling on her hand to keep them in motion. As long as their legs are working, taking stock of everything else that's wrong will keep until they get out of range. ]
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-19 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I have doors specifically to avoid the "spinny bits."

[ That's the trade off, he supposes. He can deal with getting his robes caught in a door a time or two. ]

And you? [ Another brief glance, a quick flick of his eyes from Verso's head to his feet. ] You've the look of an adventurer about you.
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[personal profile] argumentiste 2025-05-19 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At first she doesn't hear the door jiggle, what with her struggling and frustrated breath sounding around her from beneath the bed. But then she hears her brother's voice. She always would whether he shouted or whispered or even just silently looked at her and she knows immediately that something is wrong.

The surprise has her jolting though and she hisses in pain as her head hits the underside of the bed. The pain is nothing compared to the urgency that has now been instilled in her. ]


Seven hells! I'm trying!

[ Meanwhile whoever is on the other side of the door seems to double down their effort in earnest. Which is strange when you think about a thief's behaviour; one would assume that if you were trying to be stealthy you would just leave. Apparently not. ]

Try to keep it closed. Or dissuade them somehow!
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[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-05-19 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[It really is like a dream. Like an overactive imagination conjured up the whole thing. Maybe purgatory has a sense of humor. Maybe he's going crazy.

But she's still there. She still exists even after he turns his back. And she's still there when he comes back almost in a daze. At least this place stays constant. Not like out there, where some cosmic interdimensional rift or whatever makes things exist temporarily, or exist wrong, or not exist at all. This place is purportedly safe. Maybe. At least he seems--not happier, exactly, but in lighter spirits to see her.]


Yeah. [To both questions, but he should probably be more specific.] Noodles sound good. And I've got a car. Do you not have a car? Does everyone get a vehicle or did I just wake up in the weirdest junkyard ever?