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TEST DRIVE ∞ May 2025
Test Drive ∞ May 2025
The First Collision
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.
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:
TDM threads can be canon if characters are accepted. Top-levels made to the TDM should be open to all.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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:
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.
> 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.
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.
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.
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.
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no subject
Hello. My name is Connor.
[He offers his hand for a shake, arm held out stiffly.]
Yes, it’s a chemical compound. To put it simply: it’s blood for androids, which is necessary for me to function. If you’re asking, I suppose you haven’t seen any.
[Which is to be expected, he supposes. But what if no one has seen any? What if he can’t find any? Reverse engineering from his own supply, perhaps. A problem in need of a solution much sooner rather than later.
Connor’s brow twitches, but still he holds out his hand.]
no subject
[ Sally offers over her gloved, bird-boned hand to shake. Even in her impressive heels, the height of the android completely dwarfs her. ]
I'm Sally. Sally Boyle. And you're... an android, Connor? An android who needs android blood to survive? That seems... convoluted to be perfectly honest. Your creator's poorly concealed kink is absolutely showing.
[ Honestly. Imagine being smart enough to make an actual robot and then implementing forced vampirism onto him like this. Poor form Kamski, poor form. ]
no subject
CyberLife programmed me.
[Which isn’t to say he couldn’t be rude: Connor is a deviant, after all. But he has no need nor desire to be unkind to Sally. And while Connor might have free will, he still has his base programming: his blueprints, his pillars.
Hank isn’t here to guide him anymore, after all. Connor is on his own in that regard.]
Yes, I’m an android.
[He nods as he slowly retracts his hand, resting flat against his side.]
Would you have designed androids differently?
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[ She's quick on the uptake, exhausted as she is. She hasn't met a single large organization that didn't get more evil the more its numbers grew, so if Cyberlife is indeed different, she's not going to believe it without some kind of proof. Forced Vampirism is not a fantastic start. ]
Well I wouldn't have inclined you to drink the bodily fluids of other androids, for starters.
[ Thirium, he said. Sally starts to wonder... what's it made out of? Could she synthesize it? Or something like it? If only she had a fucking lab! ]
How much Thirium do you need to-- what, drink? Do you drink it? And where the hell are you expected to get it from normally? I sure as fuck hope they offered it in cute little vending machines back where you call home, and didn't expect you to suck it out of your fellow androids
[ Sally will probably never meet Kamski but she's already certain he's an asshole. ]
no subject
I don’t disagreement with that assessment.
[Although Connor doesn’t elaborate — is it necessary? CyberLife hurt many people, many androids. Hurt Connor.
And Hank...]
You seem particularly interested in the “morbid,” so to speak, aspect of thirium. I can drink it, yes. There are multiple forms of intake.
Are you imagining an android biting another and trying to suck out their thirium, like vampiric lore, or are you thinking of a more logical system of transference?
[After a moment of rapid blinking, along with his LED spinning gold, Connor says:] I am currently at ninety-two percent thirium capacity. It’s not an issue right now, but...
[It will be eventually. Connor frowns.]
We didn’t have vending machines for thirium, cute or otherwise. [Although now, after the revolution...? It would be a convenient change.] For most androids, thirium was purchased at CyberLife stores.
[A pause, then:] I usually died before I had to replenish my thirium.
no subject
[ It starts to make a lot more sense when Connor uses the word "purchase" though. Ah-ha. Evil corporations and capitalism do go hand in hand. She can't help but be a little curious about the honest to god -Robot- standing here talking to her though. Sally is a bit of s sci-fi nerd at heart. ]
I was imagining something like vampires, yes. Makes more sense knowing they expect you to buy the substance that keeps you alive though. Fucking figures. So you don't need to take it from other androids, you just... buy it? From a store?
[ Oh he just. Died? He doesn't seem too put off by the idea, but Sally seems genuinely aghast. ]
Hold on, you-- actually died? Wasn't it frightening for you?
no subject
I’m not familiar with Motilene, but I assume it’s a form of fuel. Would it be much different than thirium?
[Connor assumes it’s at least different enough that whoever requires it wouldn’t be able to feed off of someone else who uses it.
Unlike with androids, but that wasn’t really a concern when Connor left. Or was taken.]
Yes, those who own androids buy it from a store.
[Again he chooses not to elaborate, although Connor gets the feeling that this fact might displease Sally.
It’s probably different now. Things have probably changed.
Or so Connor hopes.]
I was scared — at least once. Most of the times I died there was an element of fear, of failure, but as I became more cognizant of my consciousness...
[LED spinning yellow, just a few cycles, as he ponders how the real fear came from losing those who matter most.]
I don’t want to die. [Which is natural for any living being to say, but Connor hasn’t been considered such for very long.
Hasn’t allowed himself to consider such.]
no subject
[ Little does Sally know Motilene actually comes from another planet and it's a resource that belongs to a race of sentient robots so it's-- not much better in terms of ethical sourcing. Only a select few back in Wellington Wells actually know as much. ]
Oh, I see. Androids are... possessions? For people--er, humans? You seem pretty capable of owning your damn self if you don't mind my saying so
[ Sally slips into a soft pretty frown but her sympathies are actually genuine. She reaches out and squeezes his arm above the elbow, for a single lingering moment. ]
Of course you don't! No one wants to die. No one who isn't inconceivably fucked in the head [ There's a real fierceness to the statement she makes, a defiance that almost implies she actually knew someone who did in fact want to die. ]
I havn't seen any Thirium but I will keep an eye out. If you can point me to a lab I can use and a viable sample, I might even be able to synthesize something close. Couldn't hurt to have a tall handsome android owe me a favor, now could it?
no subject
Androids were possessions, I suppose you could say. Before I came here, the androids had rebelled.
I... [A slight furrowing of his brow, then:] I was designed differently than most.
[More free than the majority. Something he hadn’t appreciated at the time.
Now, Connor supposes, he has nothing but time to explore that freedom.
He looks down as Sally grasps his arm, still unused to touch. It feels almost as if he’s observing someone else: distant. Reality is right in front of him and yet it is not him, really. He is a deviant — something akin to a person. And yet it’s still Connor against the world in his head: welcome neither with humans nor androids, not entirely.
Then, logged: Sally thinks Connor is handsome. Which isn’t a necessary detail to remember, but he’d like to, all the same.]
I would assist you, regardless. I would... enjoy it. [He thinks. Isn’t quite sure till he’s tried it, but that’s what he can do here: try. He can live. In theory, Connor could get in his new-to-him car and drive until he ran out of gas.]
I haven’t seen a lab, unfortunately. [Eyes darting across the store, the shoppers, the people in line shoving each other for samples, as if he might find some clue on where a lab might be.] But I imagine there must be one somewhere.
no subject
[ Despite being a (slightly chemically altered) human Sally speaks with more than empathy, almost like she knows what it feels like to be considered one of those possessions. ]
So your the helpful sort, too? It's a good thing I know you're not human. Looks and kindness almost never naturally coexist in a man. If you were just some lad, I'd immediately be making some unflattering assumptions about your motives
[ Look she's only one human woman fresh into her thirties; she needs to eat and sleep and apparently cry about her lost daughter sometimes. If she can add an extra pair of android eyes to the search for a viable chemistry lab, it feels like a good option to take. She's not used to getting favors for free, and she doesn't actually fully believe in Connor's good will, too bitter by habit. But she knows a thing or two about gift horses and where not to look them, as well. ]
Get me access to a proper chemistry lab, and a sample of Thirium, and I promise to try and cook you something close in exchange. No promises, but I am fairly brilliant