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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.
apapalypse: (pic#17850453)

fluxdrift

[personal profile] apapalypse 2025-05-15 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For coming from a reality where a bunch of people together usually meant a poorly managed Quarantine Zone or a mass spreader event waiting to happen, Joel should be at least somewhat pleased to see people who aren't entirely off their rockers all gathering in one place...

Unfortunately, that's not what's happening here. Some sort of backwards scam to get people to buy into cars and then what? He's not waiting around to find out. (Unbeknownst to him, the idiot he's about to encounter had almost the same idea but with apparently less candor. Which is a low bar considering it's Joel Miller, here.)

Still, the truck works and if he's going to make use of some supplies, he'll head to the damn city. Then...wherever else he needs to go. (Wherever the hell this actually is. He knows that she's not here...and he's not sure if that's for the best or not. Ellie can handle herself. Sort of. But he needs to know she's safe. He needs to make sure she's safe.)

It's an empty road for the most part, until he starts seeing something else up ahead. Joel squints to see...someone. Joel slows down only just a little to get a better look...

It's a weirdo. With a tire. In a mask? Waving him down.

Yeah, no.

Joel promptly pushes down on the accelerator to drive past, shaking his head. ]
flyoctofly: ([10])

Panorama

[personal profile] flyoctofly 2025-05-15 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Eight is also looking for a part time job and...well, he comes from a place where the biggest employer sends you after armies of mutant fish. Grocery store clerk seems pretty dull in comparison.

"What's the FBI?"

Maybe it's more interesting.
messenger: profile, eyes shut, melancholy (❝ will you meet the common end ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-15 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you Sam's?

[ mary? mary winchester? it can't be. the darkness is bad enough, he can't believe that the world has somehow come to make even less sense in the two weeks he was gone.

but it would make sense to him, in a predictable sort of way, if sam had some dalliance in his youth that came back to him later, like dean with ben (a thought that sends a stab of guilt through his heart). he looks about that age, doesn't he?

the expression that jack wears causes castiel to turn away. the guilt in his heart remains. he shakes his head, more to himself, and pinches his nosebridge. ]


I couldn't possibly be anyone's father.
thetruefocus: (pissed off)

[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-15 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Two days ago an old friend dropped a bloody stadium on me.

[ The hostility is back but hopefully for an understandable reason, given the context. Charles is still in some mild pain from the aftermath of that, although they did check him out at the medic. Nothing seriously injured outside of his pride and his heart, which remains aching to this moment. He was able to wash the blood off his face and there is still a mark on his head, but that's why he still has it on the fabric. It hasn't been that long at all.

He wishes Hank was here. More than that, he wishes he had the injection that would take away the constant pain in his mind, and at least then he could very comfortably stomp away from this conversation and avoid it. He could wheel away and Erik might even let him, but it lacks the drama. ]


I shouldn't be surprised though. You were willing to kill Raven, why wouldn't I be subject to the same?

[ He isn't afraid of Erik despite all that, because some part of him will always, always believe that he is safe with him. The words do not reflect the part of his heart that doesn't know how to let go. If there is a way how, he clearly hasn't found it, even in the far off future. But it explains why Charles is freshly wounded emotionally and physically. Erik tried to murder his sister in cold blood in front of him.

He may have said more but he winces, his emotional state only serving to weaken him to the voices in his head, lifting a hand to his temple. Not to look into Erik's mind, but to try and stop what he can from bleeding in. ]
reverso: (🎼 022)

[personal profile] reverso 2025-05-15 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, ample space, indeed. Maybe he did make a poor choice.

Ah, well.

The bike now nicely tucked away, he glances aside to read the new greeting. Verso can't help but chuckle at the spelling.]


Just the one "r".

[It's a correction, but from his tone and expression, a rather lighthearted and unconcerned one. He isn't rude enough to be bothered by it when she's doing him such a favor — even if that favor will be expected in turn.]
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the other guy

[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-15 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The abrupt stop and the screech of tires has him jolting, nearly smashing his head on the floor of the vehicle. But he doesn't drop his tools until the scream, and then Jayce is scrambling to turn over, get onto his feet - reaching for that piece of metal he's been using to deter muggers.

He realizes, as soon as he registers who is howling at them, that it won't do much to stop her. Which - would be a different problem if he'd been alone - but there's Viktor, who Jayce isn't even sure will even defend himself right now - ]


Stop!

[ His own voice is a grainy shout. He's going to get between them, or make an attempt - considering both of them have inhuman reflexes and he's got a busted leg. Maybe this configuration seems strange to her, Jayce defending the much taller, much stronger person in this equation - and also because said person tried to forcibly assimilate them all very recently. But there's a kind of wild anger and fear in his expression right now, unprepared as he is to finally face her like this. ]
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[personal profile] kidproof 2025-05-15 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's been a while since Joel's seen any signs of life, be it an animal, or even an insect. He doesn't pay too much attention to his surroundings beyond the hunt for resources or a pit stop for the night when the bed of the truck won't due.

This truck being here after everything only made this whole thing feel more surreal so when he sees a busted Jeep he questions his own eyes for a second before slowing the truck down to a whining stop.

Joel has his pistol close by, like always, but when he sees the kid with the jack and a look on her face that would turn Medusa to stone he can't just continue by against his own better judgment. ]


The jeep's old, you gotta clinch when you turn or you'll strip those nuts.
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Gwen Poole (aka Gwenpool) | Marvel-616

[personal profile] variantcover 2025-05-15 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
01. Wake the @#*% up, superhero!
[ This is not Gwen's first time with a concussion. It's her first time waking up with a concussion caused by falling from a tall height, either. It's not even her first time waking up in a new universe— although last time she had done it on purpose. This time, she's not entirely sure how she ended up here when all she was intending to do was browse the internet. (Literally.)

Still, whether she intended to end up in a weird Mad Max wasteland or not, that's where she finds herself. So, she gathers up her things, slings her sword over her back, and goes to check out her sick new ride. Anyone walking by can find the blonde-with-pink-ombre stretching her arms across the hood of her new car like she's giving it a hug. ]


Ohhh, baby. Getting accidentally isekai'd is totally worth it, if I get a whip like you.


02. Khajit has wares if you have... well, nothing, they're free
[ As sick as Gwen's car is, she knows she's going to need to get some incoming cash flow if she's going to be able to pay off the loan she had to take to get it. And, seeing as she's trying to be a respectable superhero-slash-member-of-society these days, she figures she'll try to earn that cash by working an honest to goodness job. The only place willing to hire her, so far, is the Sav-Mor supermarket in the Pavillion district.

So, there Gwen stands, dressed in a dingy apron, standing behind a cart with trays of free samples in little paper cups. It's not an exciting job, but it'll (hopefully) pay enough to start saving up. ]


Free cheese! Free samples of cheese! [ She pauses, lifts one of the small cups to her nose and sniffs. ] ...Yep, pretty sure it's just normal, regular old cheese!


03. Charades time (trapped)
[ Okay, so maybe the supermarket job isn't paying as well as Gwen had hoped. And maybe the upstanding citizen schtick is only getting her so far. She decides instead to follow a lead she found on the online forums, and heads out to the fringes to snoop this abandoned building that supposedly has sellable loot inside.

She parks around the corner and closes in on foot, all sneaky-like, just in case anyone has got eyes on the place. Under her breath, she mutters, ]
Money can be exchanged for goods and services... and hopefully, vice versa!

[ Making her way inside, Gwen knows she's in deep doo-doo when the door buzzes shut behind her, trapping her in a busted room with ankle-deep water. The ominous warning on the computer is also not helping her feel calm, cool, OR collected. She starts tearing apart the room in a panic, trying to find the release code to get out.

>> IF YOU'RE TRAPPED INSIDE WITH HER: You may want to tell her to calm down before she accidentally destroys the code instead of retrieving it!

>> IF YOU'RE ON THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN: Feel free to notice a young woman frantically waving in the window, holding up a piece of paper with a message written on it, jabbing her finger towards it to draw your attention. ]


HELP ME!
TEXT 565-9616!


00. Choose your own adventure
[ aka the wildcard option! not 100% sure I'll app, at least not first round anyway, but wanted to test the waters. see her EMP comment for more info. hmu @ [plurk.com profile] millennialfalcon to discuss any specifics. I prefer brackets but will match prose if desired. ]
frostfist: (pic#16873270)

[personal profile] frostfist 2025-05-15 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ From somewhere in the smoke and debris kicked up by a minor collision comes first a cough, and then a muffled groan. Great news: whoever it is in there seems to still be alive. ]

Been better.

[ Said someone picks himself up from the ground, rolling his shoulders and neck as he feels out the scattered new bruises gained from his impromptu traffic accident. Nothing major, as far as he can tell. Good. He won't have to worry about adding to his debt any time soon.

Well. Actually. He glances down at the motorbike, decidedly more dinged up than it had been before he'd gotten his hands on it. Looks back up at the poor stranger who'd witnessed his tumble. ]


You think I'll have to pay for that?

[ If it wasn't working to begin with, then maybe.....? ]
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sciel | clair obscur: expedition 33

[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-15 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hello hello! Some open prompts to voicetest. There will be NO SPOILERS WHATSOEVER in top-levels unless it's with castmates and those will be marked. Hit me up here if you'd like to plot or you can PM me! ]
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power outage

[personal profile] metamorphosing 2025-05-15 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[The power outage alone was enough to have Raven on edge, knowing full well what kinds of things tended to happen in places like these in the dark, and that commotion? Hard to ignore, especially when she hears what sounds like chair (or maybe a nightstand?) hitting the opposite side of the wall behind her headboard and going to pieces.

Well. She could stay where she is and pretend she hadn't heard anything, but instead she feels compelled to at least look in on whatever's going on.

Her own door flies open, and she bursts into the hallway just in time to see someone thrown against the wall by that brilliant flash, and as the intruder skitters away, Raven flips on the flashlight she'd been fortunate enough to loot a few days earlier and squints as she aims it directly at the resident of the room next door.]


I thought you might need some help, but it looks like you've got it handled.
messenger: looking up, staring, melancholy (❝ into the light ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-15 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
An angel.

[ castiel says this like it's the simplest thing in the world. it isn't. ]
stonethrow: <user name=megascopes> (pic#17823137)

[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-15 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
( safety first and all, sure, but the switching on of the headlights onto gustave has him covering his eyes with his right hand, squinting between his fingers to put a face to the voice.

figures this kind of situation was likely to happen.

so, he inches himself up to stand up fully, reaching over to the open window of the automobile, where the gray-haired man sits. he looks young... despite the hair color. )


I have never seen or used any of these before. ( his home, in lumiere, has need of no such things. ) What do you mean there are 'self-driving' ones?

( suddenly, his interest is piqued. )
apapalypse: (pic#17840775)

[personal profile] apapalypse 2025-05-15 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Why is this guy still talking to him? Joel shouldn't have even responded the first time. There's an audible sigh as he keeps his attention to the truck. Everything seems to be in order. He's definitely worked with worse. All things considered, this is a bargain.

Despite himself, he steals a glance around the edge of the truck to his "neighbor". Wandering around the bike, performing some sort of "inspection", but in all the wrong places. With a small shake of his head, Joel finishes up his work instead. He drops the hood with a loud clang, just in time for the sound of something else falling to make him straighten. He looks over, brows pulled tightly together in a disapproving frown.

What's he still trying to do? ]


Are you even listening to yourself?

[ He wipes his hands off on his jeans. Every apocalypse is sponsored by Duluth. ]

"You don't need to know how to ride" to ride?
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Nandor the Relentless | What We Do in the Shadows

[personal profile] delaurentiis 2025-05-15 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
i. arrival
[At 762 years old, Nandor has never driven himself anywhere. Except crazy, haha. Just some funny vampire humor. Anyway. He selects a motorcycle, since it sort of looks like a horse to him. He immediately throttles it, sending him flying forward and shooting down the road and away. What a terribly efficient way to travel!

It's only when he begins to fishtail that he loses his pleasure for it. As he tries to bring it under control, he only manages to tip himself over. He hits the ground with a thud and his motorcycle hits him with a thud.]


option a
[Well, his name is Nandor the Relentless. Not, Nandor Gives Up. He hops back on and throttles it again, flying forward at incredible speed. It is a brilliant way to travel and the scenery looks amazing as it whirls past him. He feels an incredible sense of freedom in the night, not thinking a second about the fact that he needs to shelter in the sunlight.

He's still distracted, though. He doesn't notice himself rapidly approaching a car until he hits the back of it like a moose that has been thrust into the atmosphere. He ricochets off the trunk and rolls away, groaning.]


option b
[Sometimes his name is Nandor Gives Up, because he's giving up. He picks his motorcycle up and carries it like it's nothing. The sad Hulk song can be heard faintly in one's mind when they see him trodding along the road in the dark. He needs to get to shelter or he will surely be obliterated by the sun, so he does what he has seen countless delicious victims do.

He sticks his thumb out as cars pass, his fanged smile and deathly pale face surely isn't off-putting? Neither is the fact that he's carrying his motorcycle with one hand.]


ii. panorama
[Nandor is not particularly subtle about stealing, mostly because he kind of just assumes this is a free-for-all. He admires a pink, glittery hairbrush and indiscreetly tucks it up his sleeve. When an employee seems to notice him, he pulses his fingers in front of their face and murmurs until they walk away. He adds a rubber ducky to his sleeve. He is notably ignoring the samples of food. He's not getting anything useful, either.

Nandor stands in front of the posters offering employment, head canting to the side as he reads.]


Grave-yard-shift. [He clicks his tongue, tracing his fingers over the letter.]

Do they keep the bodies in the back, do you think?

iii. set free
[As Nandor gathers his bearings, he's peering around the room. He can see well enough in the darkness (thrives in it) and yet the shadows around him seem ominous and unsettling.

A flash of something catches his attention, he looks up to see a person trapped in the other room. In earnest, he does have a try of the door and at hitting and throwing things at the window. He shrugs, but the desperate look from the other person urges him to try harder.

Finding a pad and paper, he knows he needs to communicate carefully. He holds up his message, meaningful expression on his face.]


HALLO :)

[He smiles, to emphasise the smile he's drawn. The other person looks vexed. He nods, scribbling another message:]

do yew need halp??

iv. wildcard
[hmu for wildcard or to chat on [plurk.com profile] rodentia or squatrats on discord.]
Edited 2025-05-15 23:35 (UTC)
vecna: (pic#15872722)

[personal profile] vecna 2025-05-15 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
What a shame they couldn't possibly recognize one another. (Probably for the best.) Perhaps, in what felt like a lifetime ago, Henry had briefly met this man back during their highschool days — just an awkward freshman who couldn't rightly be given the time of day by a senior, but there's no way of knowing that now. Hard to say if that would change his reaction, anyway.

That part of his life is clouded, ugly, and faded.

The water continues to slosh at their ankles, rising and rising at a worrisome rate. One notepad that bumps against his leg is swept up by Henry, lifted by that same telekinesis and snapped up by a hand. He flips open the soggy pages, though his blue-eyed, cold gaze is landing upon Hopper and the way he seconds-glances at the page.

"You can't make out anything?"
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-15 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Charles trains mutants on how to use their powers but he has no martial arts to speak of, nor has he ever truly known how to fight. He suspected she might be able to handle herself but she moves faster than he expected and he makes a startled face. Still, it does seem to do the job and the other two step back, but they aren't easily scared off.

Charles snaps his eyes back when he sees the leader reaching for a projectile of some kind, not a typical gun, something else, and his finger is already to his temple before he can pull it out. ]


No.

[ All three men pause. They stop moving. They barely keep breathing. He pushes his chair up next to her, sighing. This is painful for him, it's not what he wanted, and he has no doubt she could handle the situation, but it seems like unnecessary violence in the end. ]

Drop your weapons.

[ They do, opening their hands and the knife and what looks like a very old-fashioned gun drops to the ground. ]

Go home.

[ They turn as if zombies now, walking away without a word or second thought. Charles puts in the imprinted thought that they must keep walking until they get home and then forget what happened entirely, rubbing at his temple. ]

I suppose their weapons are now yours.
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vehicle.

[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-15 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Look, in her defense...cars aren't something she's familiar with.

So when a car is just being gifted to her (and totally with strings and debt attached - try to catch her, see if she'll be paying), it's a bit difficult for her to just. Choose one. Sure, most of them look like beat up, metal junk. But some of them have almost a cute charm to them, and she can't keep herself from at least considering. So she's pacing (for lack of a better term) in front of a few, eyeing them up.

Durability is key. Comfort and space, too, she supposes... What if she happens upon the others along the way? And if they need supplies... Yeah, she'll need space. And speed. Nothing will beat puttering along with Esquie, of course, but second place isn't bad either.

If she catches someone also looking at vehicles, she waves excitedly, a broad smile on her face. ]


Hello, bonjour! A little help?

[ She won't be fussed if they keep moving along - people are busy, she gets it - but if they stick around? Sciel opens her arms wide to indicate a few different vehicles: one looks like a pretty rugged vehicle and the other is, uh... Well... It's colorful, at least? ]

I've never seen these sorts of things in my life, so I'm not sure what to pick. Any thoughts? [ She looks a bit conspiratorial when she says: ] I like the colorful one, myself, but I just worry it won't be up to the road.

[ Or to her likely bad driving habits, since it'll be her first time. :) ]
punctually: someone else (if you need anything just ask)

petty theft

[personal profile] punctually 2025-05-15 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ before joel reaches for the beef jerky, peter already knows what's in store. he can't read thoughts or peer into futures or time travel, but he has spent his teenage years dabbling in petty theft so, you know, like recognizes like. he has his own stash of string cheese in the pocket of his supermarket issued work apron; it's fine. he gets it.

which means while joel is staring him down as he pockets his jerky and bourbon, peter meets his gaze directly across the aisle.
]

You good? [ he leans against his mop and bucket, pointing to the small puddle of goo near joel's feet. ] I'm just trying to mop up that spill.
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[personal profile] stonethrow 2025-05-15 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
( gustave can't help but squint at the man, a not-so-vague threat delivered with ease and without any seeming remorse. since arriving here, gustave may also be doing a little bit of gawking at anyone who seems any bit older than their 30s. it is certainly a new world. )

...isn't that a bit too much?

( he half mutters to himself, even as the trio turn towards emet-selch.

not that he isn't grateful for the unexpected aid! he just doesn't want to be caught into an unexpected fight, spurred into a bigger conflict because of incendiary words. genuinely, he's not picking sides, except his own. )


Iota? Whazzat?

( ah, alright. genuine idiots looking for an easy target. the trio, or at least two of them, feel a little uncertain now that there's a second person who stands straighter and with more confidence than the one they initially targeted. )

Just ignore them. They're already thinking of leaving.

( he hopes... )
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i.

[personal profile] variantcover 2025-05-15 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Look, it's not Gwen's fault she's not a great driver. Apart from her brief stint in LA, she's always lived in very walkable cities! Driving is not her strongest suit.

Still, her car is much lower to the ground than the pickup behind her flashing their lights at her, so as much as she would love to ignore it and keep going, she does actually have the sense to pull over. When the knock comes to her window, she cranks it down, answering without thinking. ]


Yeah, yeah, sorry. It's the same old story you always get. Native New Yorker can't drive for shi—

[ Her words drop off as she turns and gets a look at the guy who pulled her over. She does a double take, leaning her full head out the window to fully look him up and down, tip to toe. ]

...Huh. I didn't think this was the reincarnation kind of isekai, but you got reincarnated as a shorty, didn't you?
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dying with my new bff

[personal profile] healbuff 2025-05-15 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Be my guest!

[He hands the binder over to Henry while he glances at their feet. The water rises ever so steadily. They're in the weeds, but aren't drowning yet, but it won't be long. River takes another deep breath and rifles through a few more documents to see if anything else pops out, but the binder he found is most likely their best bet.]

If you can't decode it though, I can take a stab at it. I'll look around to see if there's a mechanism in here to get us out.
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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-15 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For the first time since before he was born, Jack hesitates. He fears. Castiel's love has always been constant and reassuring, he's never had to doubt it. But if he doesn't know Jack, would he think like Dean, if he knew about Lucifer? Sam was different, Sam gave him the benefit of the doubt from the beginning, but he feels insecure now.

The look he gives Castiel is wounded puppy, sad eyes and a little bit of a pout. ]


You're a very good father. You took care of me even when you had no reason to. You never lost faith in me, even when you should have.

[ To face the loss of that is bigger than he expected now that it's in front of him. ]

We need to find out what hurt your head so we can fix this and you can remember.
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-15 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)

[The slug nears the cuff of Connor’s jacket, so he uses his other hand to divert it. Really giving this gastropod the runaround.]

An angel. I’m not sure I understand.

[He thinks, idly, of ra9. But did they ever exist, or was it merely a dream of freedom?]

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Panorama

[personal profile] mississippis 2025-05-15 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rogue’s snagged a few different samples, eaten them, then tried to inconspicuously go back for more. It’s cheaper than buying food and she’s got a loan to pay back.

She’s on her sixth mini chicken skewer when she notices the guy shoving things up his sleeve and managing to talk an employee out of nabbing him.

The hell does he need a rubber ducky for?

But what really gets her (you know, beyond the absurdity of everything else he’s done) is what he says. ]


Uh. Sorry, what? [ She glances at him from where she’s hoarding leftover little wooden sticks and tiny sample paper cups like he’s just grown a second head. ] Pretty sure there’s no bodies in the back.

[ She hopes there’s no bodies in the back. ]