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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] churnback 2025-05-19 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I just take what I can get. Don't usually have options.

[ They're completely on opposite sides on that, at least, because he's never once thought of his body as a temple (as evidenced by the copious amounts of alcohol he consumes), but different perspectives are just fine by him. ]

You think about that stuff a lot?
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awwww!!!! glad to see it ☺️

[personal profile] pse 2025-05-19 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her lips press together in something of a smile. He throws his hands up in the air rather than take the map back, so she gives it a little shake to draw his attention.

It's not as if she's against helping, but a navigator needs to be able to speak to be effective.

She mimes out her response. First, a hand indicating her throat that's apology-tinged, if not outright apologetic. Point to Miguel, gesture to the map. Point to herself, mime hands at ten and two on a moving steering wheel. She's trying to get across that she can drive and he can be his own map guy, as long as he doesn't mind doing 100% of the road trip conversation as well. ]
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[personal profile] reorienting 2025-05-19 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Hearing "made to serve humans" rankles him. LED aside, Connor looks completely human. He listens more, hesitating on how to continue here- but not for a lack of things to say. No, there are too many things to say.

"For some," he starts, hesitantly. "talking about who or what they are can feel painful." But that's only the start.

"As a person, you are more than allowed to not tell me a damned thing."

Despite the swearing, it's not intended to be out of aggression, but more from an attempt at emphasis.

"Even with that in mind, my asking is broad-reaching. I hope that you will pick something that you think is interesting about your kind, or significant to you in some way. My... late beloved told me about that one, when most ask another about a person. So I sometimes use it when I do not know a specific question to ask."

A beat.

"I am... more accustomed to just watching the beings in the world, drawing them, studying them in the clinical sense, and then... not much else. People are... more nuanced, and therefore, I struggle with this aspect with people."
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[personal profile] mouton 2025-05-19 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ well, sanji's at least certainly proud that he'd been able to actually contribute towards helping her get those keys, knowing it would have tormented him if he'd somehow disappointed her in the task after all his insistence (—because what good is he if he can't use himself for others?).

now there's just this other little problem. ]


No, I'm alright. Don't, uh, don't worry about me, yeah?

[ he gives an easy laugh, his hand giving a vague wave to ease away any of her concern and to avoid making her go through more trouble than he's worth, as he tries to give a wriggle of his leg between the metal to maneuver his thigh, but it becomes more and more apparent that he'd wedged it in a little too far in his attempts to be helpful.

after a moment, a quiet breath leaves his lips that soon press tightly together in the awkwardness. ]


But just a ... light pull might help?
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[personal profile] summonbeasts 2025-05-19 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Stranger than the cars and the chocolate covered eggs?

[Even after she says that in a droll tone though Maria grows more serious again.]

Well if that's the case then we can do little but endure it until we find a way back.
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[personal profile] sacrilegus 2025-05-19 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Nailed it. Very intimidating. While Anaxa does not cut an intimidating figure, he is deeply full of himself and not one to be cowed by much of anything, so no amount of posturing here would've made a difference regardless.

And they both kind of majored in Biology. It's fine. ]


Then I'm looking forward to our collaboration.

[ Though he makes no promises at sanity. He just opens the passenger side door and parks himself inside. ]

This is a car, yes?
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-19 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
The bow is interesting, her whole demeanor, really. He gives a brief nod in response, but that's it.

"Only a matter of time, but you're keeping the door open?" Despite the words spoken, his voice is calm, measured, almost soft. Genuinely perplexed. He's not used to people speaking like this exactly, but in response to her question, he adds, "People out there you gotta worry about. You aren't, though. Worried."

He's not, certainly. Not for himself. And despite how this may come across with him stopping by like this, he's not actually concerned for her welfare, either. What he is, is restless and just wondering about someone so unbothered by what may be lurking. Usually he's one of the few he knows who's that degree of closed off to feeling fear. He'd think her unaware of how bad it could get, but she herself said she suspects it's just a matter of time, so.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-19 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
( alright, genuinely? that makes wanda laugh. she huffs, covers her mouth with a hand, but let's her amusement be a little bit obvious because at least in the dark, yeah, he can't see her. )

Don't worry, just a light pull.

( bemused, still, she walks closer to him and leans down, placing her arms under his shoulders and around his torso; boots press against the bottom step as she pulls, hoping it'll help him.

spoilers: it isn't a light pull.

she pauses. )


Try wiggling a little when I pull, okay?
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[personal profile] sacrilegus 2025-05-19 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, the rambunctious type. That's fine, people are constantly clamoring to make Anaxa shut his trap, and he's never once listened. So he brushes that off and ticks up his fingers, one for each point he makes. ]

Firstly, when I looked around the building before, there was a device awaiting a string of six symbols. I assume that's the release mechanism. You can ignore any other writing you find.

[ There's too many computers and (soggy) notepads full of useless nonsense. Better to refine their search a little. He gives off the impression of an even-keeled egghead, calm and thoughtful, and also just puts this out here: ]

Secondly, I believe this place is haunted. Or I'm losing my mind.

[ Yay...... ]
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[personal profile] chuju 2025-05-19 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sure don't, and yet he keeps coming. She doesn't get a good look at him until he's nearly halfway to them, finally in her full view instead of just in her peripheral vision. That skull is like a tornado siren going off in her head, the recognition instant and apparent, confirmed when her gaze flits to that famous face. Famous in her circle, anyway — she has a vested interest in keeping an eye on what happens in Hell's Kitchen, even if it hasn't been Home in a long time.

Frank Castle. The Punisher. What are the odds she'd run into someone from her neighborhood here?

Turning her attention back to the ringleader when he gives that warning, the shaking in his voice betraying how he's suddenly feeling like he's in over his head. Well, sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but it's true, asshole. Daisy takes a step forward, tearing the guy's focus from the approaching doom, and the knife swings with it toward her. With years of training and no conscious thought, she turns into the attack, using one arm to block his while the other grabs his wrist. It's easy to use the idiot's momentum against him, twisting him around and forcing his arm into an uncomfortable enough angle to drop the knife.

A smart man would take this as a sign to cut his losses and run. These are not smart men. ]
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JASON!!! (he's perfect)

[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-19 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Really—! Adrian huffs theatrically in return, though there's some relief in his expression that he can't hide. He holds the binder up again and watches when the man begins to roll up his sleeve. A spell of some sort, perhaps..?

His eyes catch on the knife blade, understanding all too quickly. He nearly fumbles the binder in his haste to bang on the glass, catching it one-handed at an awkward angle that allows Jason to continue none the less. Golden light flares for less than a second, in his face and behind his head, his true nature bleeding out of him with a sudden spike of anxiety.

All in all, he's about as effective as a bird thrashing in a pond. ]


What are you doing? You have no idea what you might bind to yourself—!

[ Later, perhaps, he will reflect on the irony. How he would have, and has done, much the same and worse. How his friends might have felt in those moments. How it's different, because this too-good stranger isn't him.

He's about to try fumbling the binder closed again — difficult without losing it, with the water so high — when he finally gets a good look at what Jason is doing. The symbols are incomplete. That isn't... quite as bad. Probably? There's no sense in stopping him when he's already come this far in mutilating himself.

Though the rest was only a flash, the tiny freckles across the bridge of Adrian's nose continue to glow in the darkness, making it impossible to hide the flush of indignation they represent. ]
This is your idea of careful?
Edited 2025-05-19 23:42 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hellunbounded 2025-05-19 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, me too. ( Sam's smile is fond as he looks at Jack; all of that had happened just two weeks ago for Sam, but even that amount of time was long enough for him to miss this kid. Jack's becoming God meant that he was finally safe, and that mattered a lot. Still, he could help but look in the spaces where Jack usually was after he and Dean had returned to the bunker, hoping he would reappear with that awkward wave and bright smile.

He lets Jack lead the way away from the stalls and towards this supposed bowling alley, eyebrows raising at both the mention of a job and Jack's excitement at the prospect. )
Right... did that robot thing say you had to pay off a debt, too? ( Sam doesn't like the idea, but Jack must have found his way to the city somehow. Then, the realization hits: ) Wait -- so you got a car?

( Sam knows that Jack learned the basics of driving from Dean, but that didn't mean he was primed to drive alone for two hours. Even though Jack is in front of him, whole and unharmed, a familiar pang of worry thrums through him, his eyebrows scrunching in concern. ) And that went... okay?
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[personal profile] mouton 2025-05-19 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ while some men might feel ashamed or embarrassed that a woman would be laughing at his expense, sanji hears the soft sound from her in the darkness and feels a different kind of flush to his cheeks that isn't birthed from shame but from fondness. because, oh, what could be more beautiful than the sound of a woman's laugh, the sound of a smile made into a song?

he may not know her name (yet), but somehow he's already decided he'd very much like to hear that laugh again. ]


Just a light pull.

[ responding with his own chuckle and widening smile, he watches the shape of her move behind him before she's out of sight, trying not to think too much about the warmth of her arms wrapping around his body (it's just a pull, a light one).

no, he needs to focus, feeling the leverage of her trying to draw him back as he uses his own hands on his thigh, like he could somehow squeeze the flesh of his skin tighter beneath the fabric of his pants to loosen the grip between the metal. ]


Yeah, got it, just a— just one more light—

[ even with enough of a yank from both of them, he eases his leg free (biting his lip when the fast pull knocks his knee briefly against the metal for a subtle throbbing pain but certainly not one he's going to complain about) as his body now falls a bit back, butt sliding off one step to fall onto the other, legs now in the air. ]
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[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-19 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[He snorts.]

Living with a telepath got pretty old, fast.

[That's a lie. He missed her already. He'd burn the entire world down so the embers could keep her warm. They never did figure out why she suddenly came into such strange and unnerving powers, and to be frank, he didn't really care about the details. Aracely was the only person in the world who knew him, who had seen all of him - the ugliness and raw misery - and never flinched away.

But, having his thoughts casually announced out loud by a teenage girl did get pretty damn old.]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-19 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
( at least he knows when he has no basis to fight about his circumstances, because this is definitely not a light pull, and wanda knows that they both know it. they're making it work, though, and after they somehow manage to get his legs free from the confines of the stair gaps, the momentum is enough to make wanda fall back, properly, onto the floor, and there is no time at all for her to avoid it.

they flop onto the floor, a mess of limbs, but at least no one's hit their head on the concrete.

pff, sanji will hear, as wanda draws her arms back, another litany of laughter peeling out of her as she presses her hands to his back and pushes him off of her so that she, too, can get up on her feet again. )


Now we're even.
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[personal profile] alwaysarmed 2025-05-19 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Player Name: Valkyrie
Contact: [plurk.com profile] valkyrieblue, muselist is here

TDM Participation: Link
RP History: I was in Abraxas twice as Rey from Star Wars before I got burnout and took a year-long hiatus, I've been back to RP a little over 2 months now, I joined [community profile] pixieled, and have been kind of sniffing around memes. Previously I was involved in The Ton, Fade Rift for several years, Prismatica, and many other games, back to basically the dawn of time I've been on journal RP in some form or another since 2003.
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[personal profile] badassassin 2025-05-19 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
The unfortunate thing about having been raised in a militarized training camp is that you wind up really bad at concealing your emotions. Athena gives him a look like that is the weirdest thing she's ever heard, though it's not. She's heard weirder.

"Where are you from that there are no cars?"

Even the shithole planet that is Pandora has cars. She guesses he could be from an even more backwater planet—there must be somewhere in the six galaxies that's worse—but he doesn't look like he'd survive somewhere like that.
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[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-05-19 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
( The truth of the matter is, the rifle's for show. Not because he can't use it, not because he wouldn't if he had to, but he's limited on ammunition here. Didn't exactly show up with his full arsenal, and he's got no real concept of when or where he might be able to resupply on bullets. If he can manage without wasting them, there's no reason for him to use a gun in a knfie fight.

And hell, would you look at that — she goes and surprises every single goddamn one of them by having combat training. If he were gonna pop a shot into anybody, it would've been the man closest to her, the one with the knife, the one where time and distance were a real factor and he'd need to be put down before he could sink the blade into her body somewhere.

But now that problem's solved, it means he can dart forward before the second man gets in range of her, jamming the cold steel of his rifle directly into that asshole's nose, breaking it and rendering him staggering, hunched over. The perfect position for a brutal knee to the face, right on time for goon number three to step in — but apparently goon three has at least one single working brain cell, because when choosing between his targets, he elects not to go for the very large man that might have just driven his buddy's nose straight into his brain, and instead he goes for the thinner woman that looks like she's disarming and subduing non-lethally. He'll take his chances with her, thanks.

Like it's gonna end any better for him.

Goon two had a makeshift machete made out of the sharpened scrap metal of a highway road sign, bound at the bottom in a rubber hilt and coated in layers and layers of duct tape. He takes it in hand, and turns on Three right as the guy goes to try and wrap a hand around Daisy's wrist.
)
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[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-19 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ an odd duck with a weird quack and two clipped wings. ]

No.

[ he lifts the ripped bag of cat food. wiggles it, rolls his eyes at himself, and shoves it into his pocket so one end is sticking out. he'll have to pay, he supposes. put it on his tab. ]

How are you here?

[ he thought benny... left. ]
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-19 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He has to hand it to the guy on one thing — he's damn sure persistent. Annoying, weird, and delusional, but he has the confidence to be so caught up in believing he's so charismatic and so good at this that he'll pull it off seamlessly. Amos is doing a decent job tuning him out, but he's just about hit his limit when the younger girl next to him speaks up.

Collapsing with hunger may be a stretch, but her play at this is amusing, to say the least.

Were the guy any sort of actual threat, Amos would have a different approach to this whole thing; that is, Amos is not the type to waste time talking people down or getting them to back off. Generally, if someone's hassling others, he skips that part and jumps right into neutralizing the threat. That usually gets the point across. Those are situations where there's an active threat or some macho guy needs to be taken down several notches. This is different, and he can read the room. So, he chimes in with a little spin of his own — ]


Car wouldn't start, got caught in the rain. Get the car jumped, end up with a busted tire, had to walk half a mile down the road to the store. All we're thinking about are these free samples, you know, really lift our spirits.

[ Really lift our spirits is said with a flat droll, but the sarcasm is probably implied. ]

Now you're trying to fuck it up. So you gotta ask yourself: do you really wanna get between us [ He gives a nod back to her. ] and that cube of cheese?

[ The guy, to his credit, shuts up. For a silent stretch of almost five seconds, he even seems like he might have clued in enough to step away at last. He seems to be abandoning his little scheme, but he looks between the two of them and feels the need to mutter, "Are you for real?" ]
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[personal profile] motiontocompel 2025-05-19 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Foggy blinks as the cellphone light floods his vision. It reads pretty strong after total blackness, but he realizes pretty quickly it's better than losing his night vision right away and it's given him a better look at the man he's sharing this moment with. "Oh, hey," he notes, gesturing at the phone. "That works. I mean, if you've got the battery for it."

Eyeing the other man, he wonders about the question, but then smoothly goes on, "As for my level of confidence? Pretty damn low, but if someone's gotta do it, at least I've got a weapon," Foggy points out. Call him a bit short-sighted considering everything that's available in Panorama, but he doubts there's anything in his part of temporary housing that worth someone murdering to get to it.

More movement catches Foggy's attention and this time whatever is out in the dark is coming their way. The footsteps read heavy and Foggy turns to try to get a glimpse, leaning aside in the hope the light cast from the phone would help. Unfortunately, the light only illuminated their general area, particularly Foggy getting a better grip around the handle of that bat.

Trouble? Hard to tell. He waits, hoping the steps would choose to retreat once the person saw they were outnumbered and looking at two... semi-armed individuals.
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[personal profile] messenger 2025-05-19 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Scan?

[ does he mean like the way they do in those science fiction novels? castiel blinks, momentarily imagining connor with laser eyes. then connor gets his attention again, and he holds both hands out. ]

Yes.

[ connor can't be expected to carry them all. ]
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[personal profile] mouton 2025-05-20 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ he falls back a lot further than he expects, ass landing on the next step just briefly before the full wrap of her arms takes him with her in the backwards force that yanks them both now to the bottom of the stairs — exactly where he had been hoping to keep her from landing when all of this began.

there's a minor grunt from him before he's quickly aware of his weight on top of her, quick to scramble in spinning over onto his side and then lifting himself on his knees so he turn to her from there with his full attention. ]


Shit, sorry, are you—? [ he's ready with an apology, panic and worry instant in his voice as he aims to check on her, but his words cut as he catches that sound again, her voice letting out another lovely laugh.

it's enough to make him relax, shoulders sinking with that relief before his own soft laughter bubbles out with hers. ]


Long as you're alright, then— yeah, I guess we are. [ the smile stays prominent in his voice, as his adjusted sight in the dark watches her rise up, soon following her to stand (oh, yeah, that light thrumming in his knee is still there, huh). ]

Thanks for that. Any chance that I can ask my heroine's name? [ he really does wish he could make out more details, just barely able to map out the shape of her eyes and the curve of her nose like that. ] I'm Sanji.
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2025-05-20 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eddie peers down at the cheese, far too dirty to even claim via the five second rule, and heaves a deep sigh. ]

I’m gonna be real with you, man, it was only like, minutely better than the processed shit. I’d say it was the processed shit, but uh, pretty sure humans are the only living things stupid enough to touch that, and—

[ He toes at a line of ants that have already begun to approach, claiming the fallen cheese for their own. ]

So…must be gourmet.

[ But Eddie isn’t exactly a man of fine and expensive tastes. He’ll eat just about anything, but he’s still young enough to get away with living off of Coca Cola and sugar cereal, and that’s exactly what he’d be doing right now if he were home on a normal day. The fallen dairy could have actually been incredible cheese, but he wouldn’t have picked it out if it weren’t free.

But the candy bar—that’s perfectly suited to his garbage, palate-of-an-eight-year-old tastes.
]

I dunno, man. I was thinking about making you stand in line for twenty minutes as as tribute, but uh…

[ He holds out his hand with a grin. ]

You’ve got a deal.
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-20 12:05 am (UTC)(link)

Connor turns his head to look at Glenn, despite not being able to see him clearly.

“I have no compulsion to hide anything from you. I could, if I wanted to. But I see no reason to.”

Something significant about Connor. He immediately thinks of someone — Hank — but Connor doesn’t mention him. Discussing him seems like the kind of thing Glenn is looking for, but…

Connor doesn’t not want to talk about Hank, but there’s a sadness to it. He supposes that must be part of what Glenn means, about not being required to tell him certain things about himself.

“I think it’s interesting that they gained their freedom,” he says, even though it was originally Connor’s job to prevent that. “Before I woke up here, the androids’ revolution had convinced the humans to stand down — to let them be. For now.”

Connor refers to the androids back home as ‘they’ because he doesn’t feel he belongs amongst them. Not exactly. Stuck somewhere between — and now he’s here.