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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.
carmesi: <user name="berks"> (pic#17848239)

[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-20 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
( wanda nods, listening to him, and glancing back up the stairs. she really should have been back in her room a good five minutes ago, just lying down on the bed in the dark and staring at the ceiling. )

Yes, I arrived a few days ago. I am a few doors down from you.

( and it seems like their schedules were opposite enough that they never ran into each other going up the stairs or down, until today.

she motions up the stairs, and wonders if he catches that much of the movement in the dark. )


I promise I won't fall again, if you are thinking of going up, too.
avo: (oo5)

omg bestieeeee!!!

[personal profile] avo 2025-05-20 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
You rang?

"Drop the watch and the cash, and maybe you can keep your limbs."

Something small (a chunk of debris?) pings off the barrel of the first thug's gun, sending up sparks and genuine shock when a ~mysterious someone decides to crash their party. The voice is low and a little gravely, and oh-so-familiar if you live in New York City and opened a social media app even once. He may not be dressed in his usual attire here, but the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, or more commonly 'Daredevil' these days, has become a fairly recognizable character who defends those who cannot, especially when the police ... often don't.

It's hard to know whether there's a need for vigilantes in a world already past the debate about the 'rule of law', what with most taking the law into their own hands ... but Matt will do what he can for the people he cares about. Especially when said person is ... was? his best friend.

Matt, dressed like he could be a thug's competition, in a ratty old jacket, and an equally ratty scarf covering the top half of his face, steps in between Foggy and the thugs. He looks resolute, and maybe just a little silly. His opening line could probably use some work.

"I really hope we have an understanding here."
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[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-20 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Kaine.

[That's all, no last name given. As far as he's concerned, he doesn't have one.

He contemplates if he should ask for An Zhe's history, his family or what kind of situation he came from. China exists as a concept, so he was from some kinda Earth. Though that explained little about his circumstances.

The indelicate thing that comes out of his mouth instead is,]


So what the fuck's your deal?
carmesi: <user name="shithouse"> (pic#17848009)

[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-20 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
( antibiotic on the label, topical relief, petroleum jelly—and bandages. wanda will make a note of remembering this. she is grateful, nodding at him, and is about to say as much, when he points to her motorcycle.

she glances back at her motorcycle, at least giving his words some thought.

without even glancing back at him, she says, )


I can't leave it behind.
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-20 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[['China exists as a concept' haha hoho hehehe

He was vaguely wishing he'd had something like Lu Feng's notebook to start writing all these names down. He'd just have to do his best to remember for the time being and oh uh what? His deal?]]

... [[His deal.]]

... ... [[Uhhhh.]]

Do you mean the car loan? [[The terms and conditions??? Of being trapped in debt?? That deal??]] I don't think it was a deal.
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-20 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ He does think so, but in response to the smile, Amos' responding expression is simply impassive, taking it in.

The line is moving slow for now, and this kind of conversation is one of those 'might as well happen' types since they're here anyway. It's only as aspects of this kid's life begin to unfold more that some of what Amos is feeling is actual — wondering.

The way he talks and acts, that genuine and bright smile, it makes sense that someone with this kind of nature would be in the business of saving people. It feels so completely far and away from Amos, a feeling and general attitude and perspective on people that he doesn't share and can't understand. Protecting his own, protecting kids who need someone sticking up for them — that's absolute. Everyone else, people he doesn't know? That's something else. He just — doesn't, he can't go there in his mind. If there was any part of him deep inside that could ever have or feel that capacity for the welfare of so many others, it's lost to him. Gone.

It's not for this kid, though, and that's the thing — he's a kid. He's carrying something heavy enough for anyone, but for him specifically? ]


Why is it your job?
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power outage

[personal profile] faithfall 2025-05-20 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's one of those restless nights where sleep won't come to Adrian easily. Even so far from Barovia, Strahd's mark remains on him, and at times it's as if he can feel the vampire's very touch. He's weary of closing his eyes and seeing that face swim into his vision.

In truth, the interruption from laying awake is almost a relief. There's no mistaking the voices, nor their ill intent. Adrian is on his feet without a sound, his steps careful as Fern has taught him (or scolded him). He feels Shump's absence keenly as he moves through the door; he isn't armored or equipped to draw the aggression of intruders.

Thankfully, he isn't the only one here. He meets the other man's gaze — they seem to be of one mind about their new houseguests, which is a blessing. Adrian nods at the gesture and falls into step, following him towards the staircase while trying to get a look past the banister that wraps around the upper level's hallway. The thieves have mistaken the darkness for cover enough and are moving through the open foyer. Foolish for the thieves, but good for them.

Adrian taps his companion's shoulder with a gloved hand, and gestures for him to wait a moment. He creeps a bit closer to the banister, and ever so deliberately flexes his fingers. ]


I pray for your guiding hand. [ The incantation is as quiet a whisper as he can manage.

A spectral hand appears before him, and Adrian conducts it by gesturing with his own hand. It moves above, and then behind the pair. The hand retrieves a bit of broken debris from the door they've destroyed, then proceeds to lob it at the back of the leader's head.

Adrian closes his fist, dismissing it instantly, as if it was never there to begin with. ]


"Oi!" The man yelps, turning. He's more angry than hurt. "What'd you hit me for?"

"I didn't! Someone threw it — f-from behind me!"

"There ain't nothing behind you! This is about Tilda, isn't it?"


[ Adrian raises his eyebrows at his companion. Perhaps a haunting is in order? Or, if he has something more final in mind, their would-be assailants are certainly distractable. ]
brandingproblem: (we both know that's a fucking lie)

[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-05-20 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh god?? He's offended her?? And they just met?? Don't mind the fear of god getting put just a smidge in him. Natasha could inspire the same; it might be a family thing. But only for a moment before it smooths out. Because, honestly, her face is kind of funny, and also what she's saying implies several things that are also pretty alarming.]

Considering we've never officially met before, I feel like it's very impressive I figured out who you are. I'm real cunning that way.
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[personal profile] vaimanat 2025-05-20 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Her brow lifts, curious at his curiosity. Bemused, perhaps as well.

Then she tilts - a shrug of one ornamented shoulder that rises and falls with a shimmer. "That is the cost of business, yes? That is people. Some kind, some wicked."

But since he is asking questions, she decides to sit again. Neatly sweeping her skirts with her to sit back by the chair by her make shift fireplace. Then begins to stir the pot.

But not with a spoon. Her hand comes up and starts to move a circle, and obediently, the soup follows a slow pattern. "As for myself? I know what I am capable of."

And she has survived worse than a few thieves or brigands.
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[personal profile] mouton 2025-05-20 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
A few days? And after I've been here almost two weeks? My apologies, then, that I didn't welcome the new neighbor sooner. [ though he can't entirely feel regret in it having taken this long to meet her since he's not exactly disappointed in how they've met, even if he does wish they'd been granted a bit of better lighting for him to actually begin putting her face to memory.

then again, it's probably his fault plenty he hasn't spent as much time here, not when he's been too busy trying to find himself a steady job, only to get himself thrown out of each one because he keeps trying to change the menus, insisting they try to make better quality and healthier food.

he grins at her promise, pressing his lips together with a small hum. ]


Well, while I definitely believe you, how about you go up first and I walk up behind you? Just a little ... extra, tiny security anyway.
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[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-20 01:18 am (UTC)(link)

“I had one.” Again, Connor doesn’t elaborate: his ‘one’ is merely a fact. A statement that he understands, to some degree.

From what Glenn is saying — using past tense as well as the fact that he is here in Panorama, presumably much like Connor — he assumes that those two people are gone. Perhaps long gone.

“If I were to go a long time without meeting another kind person... I imagine that might distort how I feel. Distort my memories of that good person I once knew. I hope I never get to that point.”

Not that Connor has power over that, really. Power over who treats him kindly — with some manner of affection.

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[personal profile] valle 2025-05-20 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
She lets him through first; lets him navigate the space as best he can, kindly not voicing any amusement or judgment when his foot smacks into the solid box of canned goods. Once he's a few feet in she trails in after him, sweeping her eyes around the dim, desaturated room. Not much by way of clear and vivid detail in this lighting, but the layout seems to be similar to hers. Bed, television, bathroom. Practically a cut-and-paste, flipped on the vertical axis.

"I can see a little," the answer's deliberately vague; deliberately withholding. He's nice now, but in her limited experience before the void, lots of humans — assuming that's what he is — can be nice until they find out what you really are. Then, some of them seem to turn on a dime. They become suspicious, judgmental, afraid. Disgusted, even, at times, though that one's pretty rare. "Probably enough to make out the labels. Do you want me to find something specific."

Uno reverse, lobbing that tennis ball back into his court. He's offering her charity, she doesn't want to take his favorite can of ravioli or something. She'll eat absolutely anything put in front of her at this juncture, even if her heart's singing out a desperate song about double cheeseburgers and fries and milkshakes.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-20 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
The car I understand in theory. I've seen automatons before, they're what if you applied the concept to the carriage and got rid of the horse. And Olrox's people knew about chocolate for centuries.

[Just spicy chocolate.]

Are you willing to take your time with finding a way back?
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[personal profile] kitetsu 2025-05-20 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ the eyeroll didn’t need to be seen to be heard in his tone. ]

So that's a no.

[ leaving the words to hang for a moment, zoro turned his head away, expression pointedly neutral as he scanned the lot beyond once more.

it wasn’t that he needed the help; he’d operated on his own far longer than he had as part of a crew. yet, it wasn’t his own safety that was on his mind, like a persistent itch that couldn’t be scratched. the cook being accounted for wasn't nothing - but he wouldn't have been his choice to find first, either. while he had a knack for pressing his nerves, it wasn't so black and white as zoro actually disliking him. rather, sanji was decent in a fight; arlong park had proved as much. if shit went sideways - which it no doubt would - then he knew the blond could hold his own.

… not that zoro would tell him that.

eyes still fixed on some distant point, he shook his head. that answered one question – sanji hadn’t been any more successful in his search than he had.
]

Haven’t seen anybody else.

[ so far. the tight set of his shoulders betrayed the deeper unease, restlessness that came with lack of clear direction. the loan, the car – zoro still couldn’t put the pieces together on how they’d ended up here, and truth was, he didn’t really give a shit. the logistics wouldn’t change the fact they were separated, intentionally or not, and that they needed to figure out where to go next.

unfortunately, plans weren’t really his thing. if they found someone he could beat the answers out of, well… that part, he could handle.

shifting his weight, zoro let his hip rest against the scuffed side of the car, gaze running the length of it. he knew about as much about the vehicles as sanji did, if not less, but he could tell it wasn’t much to look at.
]

Hope they gave you a discount. This thing even run?
foretells: <lj user=megascopes> (pic#17857353)

all good!

[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-20 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Ooh, a seer... I like that. Hadn't ever thought of myself that way.

[ Girl, you literally have voice lines in battle like "I saw your future".

Sciel flicks through the cards in her hands that appear...seemingly at random, flicking through blacks and golds with an occasional tint of blue as she goes. Her hands are barely moving, so it has to be some kind of parlor trick or something, but she gives the other woman a broad grin. ]


I'm just good at reading cards. [ And using them for buffs nbd ] And I understand the stars a bit. But I'll tell your fortune just the same if you want.

[ Another long flick of cards, like she's shuffling. ]

You get to decide if it means anything to you.
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[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-05-20 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[In another world, an old 'vette would be impressive. Nothing here is very impressive, though, so he just has to deal with what it once was, or what it could be if he puts some elbow grease into it.]

I think if I suggested you join a fight club, I'd get a talking to. I'm not sure who from, but I'd deserve it. That said, [and he gets a wicked little smile on his face] you could beat anyone who comes at you in a blink. You wouldn't even have to touch 'em.

[But also don't join fight club plzkthx.

Look, at least this car has doors, which is more protection than a motorcycle is going to give when running into trouble. Is he going to make fun of a motorcycle though? Of course not, she probably looks badass on it, and it may have been the only option.]
Your chariot awaits. She's not fancy, but she runs. Sounds like that's the most anyone can ask for around here.
carmesi: <user name="bangparty"> (pic#17848066)

[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-20 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
( she really does appreciate him for what he's done to help her (though technically she could have resolved her own issues with her powers—no chance to do that, though, with him around), but he's also very... polite. in the same way he didn't want her to go through the trouble to look for her key because he could do it, he's also a little too focused on making sure there's no stairs mishap again. )

You saying you believe me but wanting to walk behind me makes me wonder if you think I'm a liar or if you are one. ( she'll put her foot down about this ) I'd prefer you didn't walk behind me when going up the stairs.

( because he's... still a guy, and she's a girl, and it's a little weird...? even if she doesn't think he means it that way. )

Let's go together.
Edited 2025-05-20 01:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bicth 2025-05-20 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"If it wasn't you?" What is that supposed to mean, heh....

[ She asks the question innocently enough, leaning over at the waist playfully. ]

Don't tell me this is like a walk in the park for you or something.

[ That would make him closer to her out of the new arrivals here — treating this situation and society they've landed themselves in with a relatively light hand, despite everything. She smiles a little knowingly, still maintaining a good, mischievous attitude, since he seems unbothered. ]
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BEEP BEEP OUTTA THE WAY

[personal profile] didthedishes 2025-05-20 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bob swears he knows how to drive. Just like every 16 year old in America, getting ones driver's license was a right of passage. Granted he'd had to try several times before he had finally passed (it's difficult when your parents won't really let you use their car and your own internal dialogue insisted that you were only going to fail so what was the point?) but the point is that he had passed. That was how the saying went, right?

So then why, may you ask, is he currently careening down the road like a mad man with an absolute disgusting disregard for anyone else's safety including his own? It is not because he has forgotten how to drive. Nor is it because he hasn't technically owned a car in a very, very long time. The last car he'd owned had been stolen along with the majority of his meager belongings. And while it was a shitty car and he was overdue for some new clothes, it had still been his and a staggering blow to what very little self-esteem he already had going for him. He hadn't bothered to try and own a car since then - mostly because he had fallen on other hard times and well. There were some habits that had demanded sinking his money elsewhere.

It's a wonder he's made it this far in life, really.

But that still brings us to now. Why is Bob racing down a road and yelling rather apologetically at the guy on the bike even though there's no way in hell he'd heard him? Because the universe dictates that his brakes should go out right at this very moment. Thank god John has a bike and this road is flat. (For now.) The aggressive slamming against the window shocks him and the van jerks to the left - towards his friend - before quickly righting itself. ]


Walker?

[ His wide-eyed gaze darts from the road to the man who's keeping up pace with him and somehow, someway, he manages to crank the window down so John can actually hear him. Except in his panic he cranks the window handle a little too hard and it breaks off. Ah well. His yelling will be loud enough. ]

I can't! My breaks broke!
Edited 2025-05-20 01:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-20 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ There are stolen glances in Verso's direction as they walk out and back into the streets, and perhaps they could be interpreted as the disbelief that he's there, when she's spent the past few days assuming she's the only one. But equally likely is the assessing gaze Sciel so often has, looking for the moments when an emotion is betrayed here or there.

If she sees anything - and her opinion of what she does catch - isn't clear. But her step is easy and light on the streets, almost without care.

He does, however, get a thrown glance in his direction as they go. ]


...What do you mean it's not a car?
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[personal profile] bicth 2025-05-20 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hella stares at her from out the window for a few prolonged seconds, trying to decide if she should give her the benefit of the doubt, before giving a long, dramatized sigh. Complete with her craning her neck towards the heavens. ]

Fine. Fine! I'll have mercy since it was just an accident...

[ She turns her wheel to pull over, a slight crunch of her fender peeling off of hers audible. She puts the car into park quickly and jankily, the car's engine sputtering in protest. Calling out loudly enough so that she can hear her: ]

Well, go on then, pull over! Someone's gotta teach you a thing or two so you don't go running into everybody.

[ As in, she's clearly a fitting teacher for this? Who could be a better tutor than a random girl she crashed into?? It's probably fine. ]
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[personal profile] markofkaine 2025-05-20 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[The fuck--]

Not the loan, I mean YOU. What's with you!

[What kind of person would interpret that as what Kaine was asking about? Are you dumb??]

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[personal profile] chuju 2025-05-20 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Never in her wildest dreams would she have guessed she might one day be fighting side-by-side with Frank fucking Castle. She hasn't even met an Avenger yet, and here she is on a possibly alien planet with a vigilante from Earth at her back. Of everything she's been faced with today, this is the one that truly boggles her mind.

It's almost distracting enough to keep her from noticing Goon Three making a move to grab her. Almost. But she was trained by SHIELD's best, and that has never failed her. Pulling her hand out of reach just in time, she pivots and throws herself into an uppercut punch instead, adding a burst of vibrational energy to the move that fills the air with a low sonic thrum. Normally, she would draw the fight out a little, maybe enjoy herself with this pack of idiots, but she's tired and overwhelmed by everything and so ready to be done with this. The guy goes flying, landing a few yards away with a heavy thud and not moving again. He's not dead, but he'll have to depend on his buddies not leaving him behind.

Daisy turns back just in time to see Goon One staggering to his feet while reaching for the knife he'd dropped. ]


Seriously?
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[personal profile] mouton 2025-05-20 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ the way she words it makes him realize that of course there could be plenty of suspicion in the way he's worded his offer. anyone who knows him would be well aware of his innocent intentions (except for the swordsman who'd probably still be insistent that sanji's just some annoying pervert, regardless of just how much of that is true or not), but it's fair enough that she'd hesitate. ]

I'd never think of women as liars and I'd also never lie to them, but— [ not intentionally, anyway. ] I haven't had a chance to prove that to you yet, so fair enough.

[ he raises his hands in defeat before lowering them again and giving a nod with his smile. ]

But together sounds good.
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[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-20 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[[Oh. Oh no. Somehow the position of her cup had changed completely on accident and she was very unintentionally making a big goof! Oh no. Oh no?? How could this have happened. What could have possibly prevented this!

An Zhe did not know and was honestly a little baffled. Yet in his hands his cup returned, filled with more bounty than it had left them. There was a distinct moment where it looked like he was trying to figure out how he could correct this very obvious oversight.]]

Um... but... [[Please ma'am. Your cup! Why has the conversation already moved on! Here was some more obvious cup fiddling happening.]]

I wonder how many times we can get away with wandering through. But maybe they're used to multiple revisits?