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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] kidproof 2025-05-19 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Joel's already on his way toward the supermarket and to scout the rest of the place out when he's stopped by the antics of her juggling the food cups and what looks like scrap paper.

He knows better than to ask, but he takes the paper despite his intentions of ditching with bewilderment clear on his face.

His eyes fall on the words, and with genuine concern he slides the paper back to her, hoping it doesn't begin another circus routine. With the varying surprises he's had since arriving, this one is on the other side of good, and despite his present annoyance at his circumstances, he can appreciate the gesture. ]



Yeah, don't mention it.
carcajous: (115)

b. w/ a slight wildcard if this works!

[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-19 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's been in and out of the stores scattered through the city, trying to figure out what shelves have what (damn near impossible to predict), if only 'cause he's feeding himself and Charles now. And yeah, Charles can take care of himself, but it gives him something to do. All he's done for years was run one mission after the next. Now things are...different. There's no war to fight.

People stealing shit's nothing new. None of his business, either. But there's somebody on the other side of her who looks like they want to make it their business.

He can't say why he steps in. Maybe he doesn't like the look of the guy eyeing her. Maybe it's her, the way she's pretty much just a kid—to him—but seems as though she's lived a few lifetimes. He gets it. Lot of students used to show up at the school like that, too. Either way, he doesn't think about it too deeply. He just does it, stepping up next to her.

He plucks another packet of instant noodles off the shelf (chicken, judging by the squawking bird on the package) and offers it to her. The man across the aisle watches a little longer, then decides it's not worth tangling with both of them and turns away. ]


Corner store down the block's easier to swipe from.

[ If she's gonna insist on doing that. ]
virtuose: (11 ⚔ hold my breath)

[personal profile] virtuose 2025-05-19 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[The look on her face could rival that of Emet-Selch's, her frustration over the last few hours reaching an all-time high with this near accident. While she's glad it didn't actually become one, the adrenaline pumping in her veins made it hard for her to stop replaying the incident in her head.]

I never said it was yours. I just—

[She raises an arm, hand balled in a fist, knuckles almost white. But she puts it back down by her side in a huff, knocking against her thigh in the down swing.]

I'm still figuring out this whole car thing.

[On top of everything else about this place.]
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[personal profile] tataille 2025-05-19 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Yessir, born and raised. [ Benny huffs a soft laugh; low, dry. The rasp from his injury is mostly gone by now, so he's grateful for small favors.

Benny's not exactly used to warm welcomes, but this ain’t one, so he feels right at home.

He takes a few steps closer to the barrel, hands still visible, movements deliberate. He's not not cautious, not exactly, just... aware. Kinda like a man who knows how fast things can go south even when the meat’s still cookin’. ]


Well, ain’t that the most generous offer I’ve had all day. Thank ya kindly.

[ He settles into a crouch near the edge of the barrel, careful not to get too close too quick. The firelight flickers, dancing over his features, making the lines on his face sharper, older. Real damn tired. He watches the fire for a beat, then gives Joel a sidelong glance. ]

You from the Gulf?
virtuose: (47 ⚔ there's nothing worth saving)

[personal profile] virtuose 2025-05-19 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[There was so much to keep track of while driving a car. The pamphlet warned her about pedestrians but she didn't think she would have to remember and apply that knowledge so quickly.

And while she's glad she didn't actually turn this boy into a pancake, his his reaction gives her pause, brows knitting together in confusion. She's about to commment but catches herself, biting her tongue and, instead, offering a hand to help Alphinaud back on his feet.]


Not the first time getting hit? Can't imagine that's fun.

[That wasn't something she wanted to think about. Too soon.]
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[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-05-19 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
( Charles is a rule follower at his core, he believes in order and general respect for others. He knows that more people don't do that though, so he is exasperated but not surprised when sometimes it becomes chaos as people do as they like. He could of course handle it if he wanted to, but he's not about to go against his telepathy morals out of pettiness. He has not figured out the next steps for his time here, he cannot possibly survive off free samples. It'll only solve an immediate problem.

He glances up when she approaches. She does strike him right away as different because everyone is very, very noisy at the moment. Charles does not have to try to read any minds, they are spilling out everywhere. He has managed to block most of it, it's not as if he wants to hear anything, but the silence from even the edges around her is a bit of a surprise. Only one other person has ever done that around him before, and it was a fellow psychic, so he studies her thoughtfully. He does not pry of course, not even a touch, she wants that distance on purpose.)


I cannot possibly take all of your samples.

( She must have waited for them on purpose and Charles does not want to be pitied either, even if his current state of being is on the pitiful side, solely because the pampered prince of Westchester has no training for this.)

We can share.

( If nothing else, he is curious to learn more about her and if she gives it to him and immediately leaves, he won't be able to do that.)
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-19 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)

Do you think so?

[The prospect is somewhat exciting: if not dogs, then why not an abundance of gastropods?

Connor opens the door first, leaving it open behind him. Scanning the horizon, then...]

There. [He doesn’t bother pointing, just starts heading toward the middle of the motel’s parking lot. The asphalt is cracked, with tufts of grass erupting from within.

There is a single slug attempting to find its bearings midst the mountainous cracked ground.

Slug: The Second.]

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[personal profile] assaultcharge 2025-05-19 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
(looks like she isn't the one new to this, huh? she's paused, the bike engine purring and one boot planted firmly back on the ground. a lot of this is going to be trial and error. cars weren't something her world has. or rather, she doesn't recall seeing anything of this nature while up topside. pilties seemed like they might have the tech, but she isn't going to overthink that.) Sometimes it's easier doing than reading, right? (which is part of why, despite the confusing bits, she did take it upon herself to give it a try. she's got enough of an idea that things are going to be jarring about minor and major differences in acclimating.)

Back home, we didn't have anything like this. (hextech had some interesting uses, up topside, anyway. vi didn't have access to the things piltover has. not their means of transporation. they did have wide streets, she'd even see trams drive down the streets and catch sight of horseless carriages. the issue was more the usual, the poor don't have the luxury that those in piltover has. zaunites and undercity scum like her are expected to do without. survive however they had to.) Or if we did, I didn't get the chance to play around with it.

From what I figured out that the book was right about? Too much gas is hard to control, like pushing down on the throttle, shit, I near thought I was going to crash.
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[personal profile] magike 2025-05-19 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
( she rests a hand lightly on his arm, a comforting gesture, there only for a moment so as not to distract him )

My dear, you could never be like that-- ( bastard ) like him.

( she opts not to swear, to remind him of those true feelings of hers. neither of them may think too fondly of lucifer, but he's still jack's father, as unfortunate as that information is. she's behaving herself, even if she knows he wouldn't begrudge her for the truth )

I will do my best to help you, but remember that whilst power can help us do wonderful things and terrible things, the same can be true of people without power. Decisions need care and information, especially what is important. We don't know this place, it's something to keep in mind when making any impactful decision.
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-19 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Viktor is not in pain--even if he was, though, there's little he can do with the pills they send him out of the medical tent with. He has no way to functionally ingest them, though he knows it's the thought that counts, given the distressing nature of the injury on his face.

Which he's currently disguising with an oversized sheet of fabric--maybe a curtain, once--draped over his head like a hooded cloak. Better to hide, for now, so as not to alarm anyone with his appearance. Still, he must look miserable, seated like some kind of oversized metal gargoyle on a pile of scrap. It takes him a moment to realize someone is talking to him.
]

I'm-- [He has to think about this, apparently.] --fine. Thank you.

[The two yellow eyes inside the darkness of the hood seem to look her up and down, lingering, briefly, on the injury. Viktor will produce his own recently-acquired medicine, holding it out in offering.]

You likely have more use for this than me.
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-19 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
“Grizzled ambiance” is it?

[ That’s also a nice way to say he looks a bit of a mess.

It’s very likely that Emet-Selch will require no such mundane help, but then, his teleportation has already failed him spectacularly, so who knows? ]


Duly noted, though I am fairly confident in my ability to take care of myself. I’d not say no to an extra pair of… [ -hands.

SQUINT. There’s a dark shape on the horizon, apparently just lying in the middle of the road. ]


You do see that, yes?
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-19 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It isn’t the first time Emet-Selch has seen such a prosthetic, but he still eyes it with some amount of curiosity. Just looking at it, it’s hard to tell if it’s a simple arm, or something more.

Whatever it is, it’s clear the locals see it as valuable. Anything for a bit of coin. ]


Emet-Selch.

[ While he’s not normally one for niceties, he’s at least realized it’s better to make friends than enemies in this place – unless someone seeks to make an enemy of him first.

So, he takes that offered hand for a shake. ]


I assume you are but newly arrived, as well.
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-19 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ G’raha would be well within his rights to tell him to shove off, but thankfully common sense, bolstered by a healthy application of existential dread, wins the day.

Once G’raha bursts through the doorway, Emet-Selch is hot on his heels, a pair of former enemies united in the simple desire to get the hells out of here as quickly as possible. Their feet carry them away from the office building and that crawling blackness, back to wherever they’ve parked their vehicles. The rain is still pouring, because of course it is. Emet-Selch can scarce remember what it was like to feel dry.

The darkness doesn’t seem to follow them beyond the bounds of the office building, thankfully, and once he’s skidded to a halt, Emet-Selch leans back against his rusted old Jeep, sliding down to sit on the rainwater soaked street and catch his breath.

It’s then that his injury decides to remind him of its presence, stinging fiercely the second his palm makes contact with the pavement. He hisses through his teeth, jerking his hand up to inspect. Oh, he sure is bleeding. ]


I am never answering one of those wretched messages again.
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-19 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
At the beginning, naturally.

[ Naturally.

What follows is Emet-Selch giving a brief lesson on how to operate the car, from the ignition to the gear shift, to the pedals. He doesn’t go into terrible detail unless there are questions, but hopefully it should serve as enough of a primer to make the manual make more sense. ]


You’ll not be an expert right away, of course. At least you’ve a full two-hour drive to work through a bit of trial and error.
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-19 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The way he glares at her persists until it doesn’t, the fight gone right out of him when she admits she has no idea what she’s doing. So few do. He wouldn’t say he has a great deal of sympathy for anyone anymore, but… he understands. ]

You got here, did you not? You seemed to be doing fine until you weren’t. What happened?
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[personal profile] assaultcharge 2025-05-19 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
(seems like she wasn't the only one that took the chance to go off and do something a little more crazy. she hasn't even driven before, nothing like a car or motorcycle. which is where trial and error comes into play. as someone from the undercity, her having access to any sort of car or anything along those lines if they did exist would have been if she stole it. not that she'd be against the idea, sometimes a little joyride might be a fun idea from the impression she's getting while on her bike of choice.

his own looked damn good, though. has her approval from how she nods with her boot firm on the ground.)
Damn, nice ride. (not a bad color, cool vibes and everything. the difficult part for her seems to be figuring out how to maintain speed without going too fast. getting the hang of it is going to be necessary, or that's her best guess.)

Thanks. First time in general on one of these, motorcycles? Almost wish I had one back home, would have made going around the Undercity faster.

(she does have the rugged look for one. tattoo covered arms, scars, the piercings, what someone would expect of someone like her. rugged and not so against beating the hell out of people that find themselves on the wrong side of her fists. but that's not going on at the moment. no fights here, not yet. that might happen later in the future, whenever she gets to the city. panorama as yom crook called it.)

Don't think I'll have much time to be surprised by everything.
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[personal profile] tataille 2025-05-19 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Benny raises both brows, real slow like, like he’s just caught sight of a particularly rare bird doing something weird. But, it's Cas. So it's gonna be weird. He's an odd duck.

He glances down at the bag, then back up at the angel, all slumped shoulders and righteous resentment. ]


You alright? Didn’t expect to see you. [ He pauses, glances down, then looks back up. ] Not like this, anyway. Need a hand?
virtuose: (12 ⚔ and count to ten)

what if indeed

[personal profile] virtuose 2025-05-19 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fully stepping out of her car, she lets out a scoff. That wasn't something she was aware of. Did the instructions even say something like that. Not that she's read the later pages, figuring it'll all work out as long as she understood how to get the vehicle running.

But that's beside the point.

While she stops herself from summoning her own rapier, she shoots back with the same vehement energy being directed at her.]


Well, the road is for cars, isn't it? Try staying—

[Or she tries to match their energy until she realizes just who was standing in front of her.

Hold on, didn't she just— Maelle looks back the way she came, then to this not-so-newcomer in front of her, confusion visibly etched on her face.]


Are you really trying to go for a second time?
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[personal profile] summonbeasts 2025-05-19 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maria waves a hand in a slight dismissive gesture.]

Not royals exactly -- nobles? Those in power at least. You're right though, it would be much different.

[That said though she slows in her eating.]

We were watching the executions.

[The way she says it sounds unemotional to say the least. Cold, flat, tired. She examines one of the corn chips she still holds, the memory of the bread Juste had passed out lingering on her fingertips now.]
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[personal profile] magike 2025-05-19 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
It had been a sensation unlike anything that Rowena had ever felt before. Whilst she'd been around psychics before, their power seemed to pale in comparison to what she felt from him: the emotional pain, the long-distance mental communication. Far more than a simple seer or medium.

"Likely more than myself did."

Unless, for some very strange reason, she'd been the target of it. Or someone seeking another with psychic powers. Though if he were to be believed, he hadn't consciously done it. That was also possible for someone with little control over their power.

"Do I earn a name after that?"
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[personal profile] opticular 2025-05-19 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Scott appreciates how her muscles relax, how his demeanor helps ease her a little, manages to pull some of her defenses down. It's akin to how he'd talk to new recruits, when they've managed to put up high walls around themselves in fear of being ostracized and judged for who they are. He has a lot of experience in calming them down, in letting them know he's an ally and not an enemy. In letting them know they're not in trouble.

Her curiosity maintains his smile, lips pursing a little while he tries to decide once more if he should tell her the truth. Nothing about this woman seems off to him, admittedly, but Scott's always playing Better Safe Than Sorry.

Turning back to her in a gentle voice, ]


I'd have to close my eyes if they're ever taken off. Kind of a drawback. But hey, have to admit the glasses look a little cool. [ He jokes, pulling a small grin from his lips. ]
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works for me!

[personal profile] assaultcharge 2025-05-19 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
(she isn't too bad at this, not at noticing when people want to make her doing something an issue. she's good at handling herself in a fight, she needed to be while taking care of her family back then. her little sister needed it. hell, vi would have liked if one day they could have made it out from the bottom together. somewhere nicer than dying down in the undercity. but that's dreaming a little too big for someone like her.

it's not hard to miss, she's got that look to her. tattoos and piercings aside, that look of someone that's gone through a lot. none of it good. but she tries. she manages. rolling with the punches and biding her time was typical of her, more than it had been as a child. it's something she had to learn as a lesson while locked up in prison for crimes that were pinned on her that fateful night her family fell to pieces.

only difference is, she's alone here. cait? she had no idea where she is, if she even did show up. which vi doubts, she doesn't even know if anyone else from back home could have found themselves around the pavilion. not even around panorama itself, but the pavilion and some seedy yet cheap hotel or apartments.

she would have been fine, if she got into a fight, but a part of her is more relieved that the guy staring backed away. best she didn't make it a habit before she glances in logan's direction. he looks older, a lot more. for a second she thinks about vander and how he would have done the same thing....he almost looks like a dead ringer for a second.

it took a lot to not call him "vander".)


Thanks. I'll remember that, still getting used to half the shit in here.

(a lot of the tech used is foreign to her. phones, cars, she's almost like a fish out of water. still, vi can manage. somehow. she's gotten this far, she'll get further along. and who knows, maybe she might find some people that can watch her back.)
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[personal profile] tataille 2025-05-19 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Benny squints at the paper, the words barely legible through fogged glass and rising water. He can make it out, though - barely, and he huffs a choked laugh. Figures.

He holds up a finger - one second - then sloshes his way back toward the desk like a man marching through molasses. The waters getting pretty high by now, licking at his hips, rising to just under his ribs and every drawer he opens sends it lapping higher.

There’s nothing in the first two, just more papers with his guilt painted in ink all over them. In the third, though, he finds a soggy binder, thick with pages, the laminated cover peeling but intact. Weird symbols stare up at him like they know his name, and he figures this has gotta be the one. Nothing else comes close to looking like a 'code'.

He doesn’t pause to read, just drags himself back over to the windo and lifts it, slapping it against the glass. He points to the six weird figures, each one strange and sharp and almost alien. He jabs a finger toward the back of the building again, urgency in the motion now, because that water? It's mid chest and rising fast with the panic that's humming deep in his bones, racing through his undead veins. ]
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done a LITTLE wildcarding within...... just lmk if this doesn't work.

[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-19 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the rush of water nearly has karen lose her footing, a kind of slow-trip that is so much harder to come back from because of the thick churn, the swirl. she hisses as her shin collides with some kind of chair, her head falling below the water and then she's up again. she loses track of how far back into the office she's gone, if she's even in the same room near the front window or if she's ended up somewhere else, but there are still filing cabinets. still desks and tables full of books, drawers, notes and transcripts and words and files, so karen doesn't let it slow her down.

the codes have to be here somewhere, they have to be, and that is a fact that karen holds onto despite the way the panic rising in her throat threatens to suffocate her before the rising water even has a chance.

if the window opens again to let someone through, she doesn't notice. she's been trying to keep her eyes down, focused, and away from the faces she's sees bobbing up just out of view in the water. faces she recognizes, faces she knows have to be a trick. it isn't until there's a warbled hello? that she even bothers looking up, wondering - briefly - if someone else has been here all along. the figure is out of the water, head tilted just off to the side, and it sends a sense of familiarity through her that it feels almost like a punch to the gut.

it's not possible. it's not. so she swallows back the choked matt? and shakes herself free, the flickering lights making it hard to tell who the person is across the space from her, but she knows where she has to go. ]


Hold on! [ she calls after him, stepping up on a desk to try and make it through the water. his back is to her, which is part of the reason she can even hold onto this truth. it's not possible, it's not possible, it's been months, it's been months-

karen still has about twenty more feet to go before she gets there, stepping back into the water right behind him, the water pulling at her knees as she does so. she finds her footing and reaches for his elbow. ]
Hey- are you okay?
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[personal profile] summonbeasts 2025-05-19 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
So let's say your character tries the car, decides they hate the thing and wants a motorcycle instead. Would Yom Crook be willing to let them trade or do they just have to deal?