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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.
potentialman: (A tiny horse.)

power outage

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-20 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Megumi's considered staying put, but enough of the people in this part of town seem like the type who'd rather start trouble than wait for it. He's not particularly interested in starting a fight, but at the very least, a scouting run should give him an idea of what to expect.

So coming from the opposite direction as Fern, here's a teenager--with a big, black dog (wolf?) padding quietly next to him. The dog spots her first, stopping and nosing Megumi's hand with a soft snort. He glances down, then ahead, frowning. Sadly for him, cool shadow powers are less reliable for seeing when the darkness isn't one you made yourself.

Someone's definitely there, though, even if he can't make out much detail. ]


The power grid doesn't seem too reliable around here. I'd bet this happens a lot.
didthedishes: (pic#17851985)

[personal profile] didthedishes 2025-05-20 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ In hindsight the question about where they are is a stupid one. Despite having very little recollection (read: none) of what he had done, he had had no reason not to believe the Thunderbolts when they had recounted the damage he'd done to the city. Nor did he have any reason not to believe them when they gave him a full run down of what he was capable of. The last fourteen months had been as much about working on his mental state as it had been about self-discovery.

All of which is to say he knows why they're here and how they're here but there's something distinctly off about this place. Like some part of him knows this isn't just something he can chalk up to an accident or even something he'd done purely on his own accord. Because how had he learned Wanda's name? This isn't a memory. This is an empty room. One that is nonetheless precious and important to her.

Confused and worried he remains sat on the floor trying not to slip down the slippery slope that this is his fault. Again. And it would be easy to let himself sit here and fester in that feeling were it not for the fact that Wanda turns around right when she does. Bob snaps back to his senses. He can't let himself do that. Not when she looks as frightened as he does. ]


Uh, I, [ He scrambles to his feet looking very much like a newborn foal though he very much keeps his distance between them. ] I know it's scary. And it might be my fault. I'm not sure. But I've been here - well not here before, but we can find a way out. Together.
cryptsleeper: <user name="malagraphic"> (N: Hair braiding)

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-20 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Ooooh, cryptic.

[The tone is dry and light, not wanting to actually prod. Alucard knows better than to go poking at anyone's deep dark secrets. His goal is really just to get a reaction.

He welcomes the mist. It makes the room feel less damp.]


I'm not sure if it is better or worse to have that be the case. Suppose they're from far ahead in the future or the past.
flyoctofly: ([10])

[personal profile] flyoctofly 2025-05-20 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Eight nods. "I'm...glad to hear that. I don't want to fight you either."

This guy seems...naive is probably the word. Actually, he kind of reminds Eight of when he first tried to ingratiate himself in Squid society, totally unsure what was expected of him or how to perform it. A life of fighting just doesn't prepare you at all to live in a city. Even Jack being able to speak the language and having his memory, two things Eight didn't have back then, doesn't seem to be making it easier for him.

Eight decides to leave the admission of being bad at lying exactly where it sits. But the other thing...

"What's an angel?"
cryptsleeper: (N: Orly)

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-05-20 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
I'm saying you should anticipate a longer timeline. Months, at the very least.

[Alucard knows that look. He keeps his voice even just in case.]
carmesi: <user name="sways"> (pic#17847957)

[personal profile] carmesi 2025-05-20 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
( wanda is fully aware that he's staring at her, but maybe that's just how he is—who he is. she's not distracted by it; not as much as she is by the way that guilt festers a little bit at the slightest possibility that his injured knee (even if not a big deal in the grand scheme of things) is her fault. wanda could have, after all, just collected her kids with her powers.

eyes flicker up at him momentarily. )


You're loud about it.

( not in the way he might think, but wanda doesn't let him ponder upon that thought long enough to think about. instead, she figures that she still owes him, since his trousers are ruined and he's got a bit of an injury. if he were to notice anything beyond her face, though, he'd notice the light burnt mark around her neck and the bandages peeking from under her sleeves at her wrists.

which makes sense in tandem with what she says next. )


I put together a small first-aid kit. I can try to fix your pants, too.
potentialman: (Being marginalized.)

fringes

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-20 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ It would do good for people who need it.

As much as Megumi will deny up and down that he's a particularly good person (and as much as he claims good people get on his nerves), he can't quite bring himself to leave them hanging. (You're used to getting teenagers into dangerous situations, right, Charles?) So he's quick to agree to come along for the ride...and when they pull in, he's quick to notice the face his companion is making at the water lapping at their feet. ]


I should be fine to go in alone, if the water will be a problem.

[ He's not patronizing about it. But he suspects that fixing or replacing any damage to the wheelchair is going to be a bit tougher here than it would be in the places they came from. ]
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[personal profile] flyoctofly 2025-05-20 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you."

Eight steps inside, surveying the room. Maybe he a little bit hoped that it would be cleaner than his. No such luck. This is just a gross old building.

He also tries to get a better look at the room's owner. Keni definitely seems nervous about letting him in, so Eight will remain standing until they invite him to sit down. It's only polite.

Also polite: shrugging off his ink tank and leaving it and his Octobrush leaning in the closet beside the door. It seems that humans don't recognize it as a weapon if some of his other encounters tonight are anything to go by, but disarming is still a sign of good faith, right? Nothing else to do now but introduce himself.

"My name is Eight. What's yours?"
potentialman: (Natural selection.)

002

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-20 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ He may be finding his new lease on life as a teacher's pet, but Megumi used to be a delinquent. He's seen worse than petty theft. ]

I'm not sure anyone here would care even if I did say something.

[ The people here seem to tend towards "morally flexible." If nobody's getting stabbed in front of them, he doesn't see them kicking up much of a fuss.

...and look, he's hungry and now apparently in debt. This is a lesser evil.

He steps forward and surveys the wreckage. Scoops up a bag of potato chips. ]


...huh, wasn't expecting them to have nori-shio.

[ Dibs. ]
exarched: (pic#17858998)

[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-20 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ As much as the battle takes precedent, G'raha would be a poor scholar and mage not to notice the fact that the approaching man can materialize weaponry out of the aether around him. G'raha can't see it clearly, but there's certainly a sword where there hadn't been one before. And if he had any doubts, the fact that the man summons some sort of offensive, light-aspected aether at G'raha's assailants seals the deal.

Fascinating! G'raha can't help the way his eyes sparkle with interest when seeing a new set of abilities, but first things first. It's more than impressive light show, it's enough for the two of opportunists to jump back, stumbling out of the way lest they find themselves within aim of those slashes of light.

But the ringleader hasn't given up, abandoning their knife and instead pulling a pistol out of their pocket. ]


"You fuckin' psychos!"

[ This wouldn't be the first time G'raha has been shot at, but he would really, really like for it to be avoided. As the trigger pulls, a shell of blue magic pulls up the ground to surround them in an attempt to mitigate any damage, unable to parry as he is. ]
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[personal profile] lufeng 2025-05-20 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Lu Feng couldn't say that he was thrilled about his loitering coming in handy, for his silly role of bodyguard to actually be called for, but gosh. Flirting with someone at work? How bold, how stupid.

How could you, other guy? Disrupting this hard-working little mushroom's shift by jostling his sample table around. The clatter of cups was followed by Lu Feng moving fluidly up behind the unfortunate person bringing the morale down, almost as though he were simply getting in line for another sample. No, though, what he actually wanted was to get a

good look

at the one who would so brazenly try and hit on An Zhe in front of him.
potentialman: (Cuddling.)

no sleep block

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-20 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Megumi has good reflexes. He catches the rag, looks down...blinks.

Actually? Guy makes a good point, and Megumi does hate this entire matter of being in debt. No jujutsu sorcerer worth his own pay makes a pact lightly. ]


You got anything to use on it or are you just cleaning with water? There was a janitor's closet near the stairs, if I remember right.
mississippis: (323)

[personal profile] mississippis 2025-05-20 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rogue glances at him, surprise etched in her expression, when he says he's almost glad she's here instead. 

It's a thought that's crossed her mind in the time she'd spent driving. Whatever this place is, no matter how hard it is or becomes, regardless of how dangerous... it's not what she'd just come from. She can feel the breeze on her face here, stretch, move, isn't being constantly poked and prodded. And even though she has no clue where she's going to crash for the night, she's certain that it'll have to be better too. 

Hell, if she can get a blanket that isn't tattered and anything that resembles a pillow, it'll be better. ]
You reading my mind, Professor? [ She asks it easily, as though she either doesn't actually think he is or wouldn't care if, on this point at least, he did. 

Her gaze turns forward again when he starts to explain. These are all details that she hadn't known about, probably because no one had foreseen how bad it would get, hadn't quite linked what had happened in 1973 to the present. Well. Her present anyway. 

And she certainly hadn't been around for whatever conversation had taken place when they'd realized. ]


Heard rumors that they upgraded the things to be able to adapt to mutant powers. [ New prisoners came and went. Sometimes one would be placed in a cell close enough to hers that she'd be able to talk to them in hushed tones through the plexiglass. Usually, though, that wasn't the case. 

Her lips twitch and she shifts uncomfortably, staring almost blankly ahead out of the windshield. ]
Don't know what they were able to figure out while studying me but... that's sorta what I do. Steal other peoples' powers. [ It's not the sort of thing she'd just go ahead and reveal to someone who doesn't already know. But this is the Professor. ]
kingsroads: (what a creepyass house)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-20 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
It would still be them, [ Strange says, with a little shrug. That's what matters most. Even if Norrell or Arabella were younger or older or changed somehow, it would still be them.

Strange knows what it is like to be reunited with someone who you thought was lost. It is one of the most precious feelings in the world.
]

Anyway, I am a magician. It is my right to be cryptic. Give me enough time and I'm sure there will be plenty of rumors swirling about me—all baseless, of course, but the profession tends to attract them.
potentialman: (Wizard music.)

power outage

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-20 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's better to head trouble off before it gets too much of a foothold, or so Megumi figures, and as such he's making his own way through the hallway. He doesn't call up a shikigami, figuring that doing so might attract undue attention, but then he turns the corner--

--and immediately regrets it, because there's a gun in his face.

He holds his hands up. They're empty (which is how he's more dangerous, but never mind that).

Would you shoot a teenager, Karen? ...please don't, either way. ]
pagings: (✖️ - 013)

SHAKES U

[personal profile] pagings 2025-05-20 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ she can pretend until she gets there, can ignore what she knows is real up until that point of wrapping her hand around his elbow, and then he's there. the same height, the same shoulders, the same stubble and short cropped hair, and Karen freezes.

for a single moment, Karen just stands like that - the water churning around them, the sounds of the walls creaking around them. it's hard to imagine- that after everything back home, after all they went through and everything she heard, everything that happened, it's here that she sees him. here, matt stands.

you were dead a voice in the back of her head almost says, even when she knows that was never right. even when she never really believed it. they kept telling me you were dead. and how long has it been, since then? how long that he hasn't been dead, that he's just-

karen pulls her hand back - not quite stepping away from him, but the feeling is there. she frowns, even when she can't stop her eyes from checking him over, making sure he's actually fine, even as he says it. she doesn't believe it, even when there's nothing to tell her otherwise. ]


There's a code. [ her eyes go back to the window, the glass outside, and then back to matt. there's so much she wants to say, so much she'll need to, but he's right. ] I've been looking, but- [ she doesn't want to say it, can't say it. I haven't found anything yet. she refuses to admit as much, her eyes back on the room, any of the other desks. it's got to be somewhere, it has to, but-

karen. ]


Don't. [ she says in response, immediately. she doesn't even know if he was planning to apologize, doesn't know if had planned to explain himself. all she does know is that she doesn't want to hear it right now.

another beat passes, and she sighs, taking him by the elbow and pulling him along against the current with her as she makes her way to another corner of desks. ]
Here- just. Stay close, I'm going to keep looking.
someonetostay: (137)

Re: cw: death mention

[personal profile] someonetostay 2025-05-20 03:09 am (UTC)(link)

“Isn’t it difficult? I’m not even the” — person, he almost says — “not even who I was a week ago. And next week, who knows? I could be kinder. I could be more cruel. I’m so new at this and I just don’t know. I can’t predict who I’ll become when I have no idea who I’ll meet or what obstacles I’ll have to overcome.”

It’s a little unsettling how much Connor came to rely on Hank despite knowing him for such a short period of time: how he became home when Connor only understood the technical definition.

Now Connor is swimming against the current, all by himself.

“I would... like that.” He presses a little too hard against the glass, squeaking ever so slightly before he pulls back. “I would like it if people were to know.”

Hank, he means. But that’s not something Connor feels he can talk about. Not just yet. Maybe not ever.

But if he wants Hank to live on...

Instead, Connor says: “It’s raining.”

potentialman: (Flightless birds.)

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-20 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Looks like Megumi wasn't the only one with the idea of coming out here--which isn't surprising, all things considered--but the water level inside looks to be rising, and there's a man standing there looking through the files and pages in one of the offices like nothing's happening.

The energy around this place is hard to read all around; it bends and warps in ways he's not used to. But regardless of whether he can interpret what it's doing as cleanly as he should be able to, the place reeks of curses either way, and he's guessing that has something to do with it.

He knocks on the window. Once, twice, then for the third time, harder and louder. ]


Hey! You okay in there?
fuckinabucket: ("You still hate me don't you?")

On The Road/Fender Bender

[personal profile] fuckinabucket 2025-05-20 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ You know Arthur your poor mircobus is just doing its best.

It probably isn't even moving when someone very carelessly crashes into it. Someone cusses sharp over the sound on compressed crinkling metal and a forced sudden halt, having almost flown over the handlebars of the assaulting motorbike. The vehicle is clunky enough (with a side car in tow) to give Arthur's bus a stylish new dent in the backside, but at least the driver didn't come flying through his back window, too. ]


So that's the throttle then. Bloody brilliant

[ The unpracticed driver mutters to herself, glaring at the traitorous vehicles both through her riding goggles. Great. Hopefully she hasn't pissed off some cheery locals, or another fluxdrift with as much reason to be on edge as she has. She doesn't have to wear a real mask anymore but still a certain set of learned behaviors fall into place like clockwork; a smile she's learned to make charming and complementary, an alluring rhythm to her speech and motion. ]

I'm so sorry, I wouldn't know my arse from one of these things if not--

[ Okay, hold the damn blower. She actually knows this man. ]

Arthur? Arthur bloody Hastings? You're here!? How-- how are you here?!

[ and she's not and she's not and she's not and she's not and she's--

Sally is happy, she absolutely is. But she's also angry, and confused, and utterly heartbroken for reasons not related to Arthur at all. She's also a junkie with a very stingy stash and she does not miss Joy at all (she does) but it would be nice to have some sort of cushion for this emotional explosion.

Sally takes a deep shaky breath. She doesn't decide to, but her arms curl around her own chest in a poor attempt to anchor herself. ]


I'm... I'm sorry about hitting your van. It wasn't even moving, was it? As per usual I have no idea what I'm doing here

[ Like, in general. In relation to driving a motorcycle but also, in the broader sense of things. ]
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-05-20 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Parts, yeah.

[ Granted, he hasn't taken in the full scope of everything yet. You can still smell the fresh paint on him here. But the city feels like settling in with something old and familiar. Not necessarily in the best way. He hadn't been back to Earth in twenty years, and he was just about to leave again, for good. He wanted to be out there in the black again, up the gravity well, back with his crew and the Roci. ]

Where are you from?

[ He can't place her accent, doesn't have a good frame of reference for much beyond the city of Baltimore. ]
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[personal profile] hexcurse 2025-05-20 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ They shake, and he releases Charles' hand, glancing down at his own busted leg again with a rueful expression and a nod. ]

The rough landing sure didn't help...

[ He knows the break didn't heal right. He set it best he could on his own, but he expects in ideal conditions he would've needed surgery - and he's not keen on pursuing that avenue yet. It would mean finding out for certain what's going on beneath the strange scarring and discolored tissue, those fractal patterns from the corrupted future that he brought back with him.

He pushes those thoughts away, eyeing Charles with curiosity. ]


How long have you been here?
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/JOSTLED (deservedly)

[personal profile] avo 2025-05-20 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Don't, she says, and Matt stops immediately, whatever words he may or may not have said caught up on the roof of his mouth. He doesn't nod or acknowledge her directive, only does what she asks of him next and stays close — quietly focusing on the sound of her beating heart to help him ... read the room, so to speak, while they swiftly tread towards another corner of the desk. Together, this time.

How many times has he screwed things up with her? How many more chances can he desperately squeeze out of her until she really shuts him out for good? (If she wasn't going to shut him out after this.) ]


A code. [ he repeats.

Okay. Maybe he can do something a little more than drown in both his thoughts and this water — groping around for the set of triple-laminated sheets he'd found just before this untimely reunion, and frustrated that he couldn't read any of it. He'd been hoping that someone would chance to come along before the water rose too high and drowned him in this sealed glass box. It's just his luck that that person happened to be someone who was understandably pissed at him. ]


Would this help?

[ He was sure there was something to his discovery because no one goes this far to preserve a note, sealing it in plastic thrice-over, unless it was important. Unless, perhaps, it held the key to their freedom. ]

I found it earlier, but I can't read any of it.
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[personal profile] didthedishes 2025-05-20 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ At least one of them is paying attention to the water. Unfortunately for Bob he's stared once more into the void, and it has decided to stare back at him. That's another staring contest lost, making it 0-2 for Bob which means he's better off trying to figure out a way out of here before Sentry or the Void decide now is a good time to take matters into their own hands.

That, perhaps more than anything, is starting to become the largest contributing factor for his panic. He probably wouldn't even have batted an eyelash at the 'drive Bob's car through the doors' solution if it would have worked (though if he's being honest, his hippie-style camper van probably would have fallen apart at the attempt. It already threatens to every time he tries to start it and if it does then he's going to be more in debt than he already is). And if it would have meant avoiding annoying the guy on the other side of the glass? He'd happily take the doubled debt.

It's probably why he ends up looking so apologetic. More so than usual if that's even possible. The rising waters and the way his clothes cling to his frame likely do not help that. And when Marc leaves there's nothing he can do but wait. And hope. The water rises quickly now as if it senses being tampered with in some way and the faces in the water are no longer the only thing he has to contend with. The words on the page start to swim forming into the words of abuse that he'd dealt with growing up. They had collected like thorns in his skin that he's never been able to pull and he can feel his resolve and everything that makes him, Bob slipping because he can't tear his eyes away. This is his fault, isn't it? He's tried to do a good thing and this only proves that he can't. He's useless. He'll only make things worse. Helping like this is not something he's built for. And he wouldn't blame that guy if he left him to his own devices.

He would too.

But just as the water creeps higher and higher looking less like what it should and more like slick, black ooze the door clicks and something whirs above him. Bob's gaze rips up and then towards the door and he makes a run for it, wading through the water until he wrenches the door open and stands there looking more like a drenched rat than he had before. His eyes dart towards Marc and his lips twitch in a tired but grateful smile, not quite realizing that they're not out of dodge yet. ]


That was close. Thanks.
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[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-20 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ On one hand, maybe this guy thinks a teenager will be easier to railroad into going along with it. (Which suggests that he hasn't met many teenagers, but never mind.) On the other hand, he picked the teenager with resting bitch face and not much patience for shenanigans.

Megumi doesn't say anything at first; just gives the guy his best ex-delinquent "fuck off" glare.

Sadly, it doesn't work as well on this guy as it did on the people back home, and he keeps talking. ]


I don't speak English.

[ ...he says, in English. ]