TEST DRIVE ∞ May 2025

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Test Drive ∞ May 2025

The First Collision

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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

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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

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The Fringes

Quad 3: Lockdown

Conditions: Stormy, with flooding roads

Felix Bjurstrom
> Date: 125-05-17
> Time: 02:15:57

> Emergency road lights have been reported in Quadrant 3! Please, can someone go see what's there? When last we chasers investigated emergency lights, a whole truck filled with sour candy had tipped over. Our stores were stocked for weeks! Oh, be careful - reception looks bad in that zone.

Whether you end up here on your own or you were following a tip on the Forum, the outcome is the same: you come to a stop in front of a 2-story office building that's flooded several inches deep. Emergency lights from a roadblock flicker through the stormy night. Stepping out of your car, you're soaked within seconds. When you check your phone, you don't have any bars. No calls in or out.

Through the open windows, a computer awakens and displays a cheerful smile. The lights inside switch on.

Pick your scenario role below. Your thread partner doesn't need to take the opposite role! They can join you in the same scenario (i.e. trapped together). Players are also free to create a generic NPC for the other side to facilitate the thread.

After characters escape, they'll find one bottle of antibiotics in their pocket or car, whether they remember taking it or not.

A: Sealed In
As you peer through the windows, you see crates of medicine floating around. Antibiotics in the diadem are valuable. Hospitals and doctors are always buying. You can keep it for yourself or make a quick buck. Or maybe you're compelled to help somebody back in the city who's in need. Whatever the reason, you decide to take the risk and step inside.

Water splashes around your ankles. The lock buzzes behind you. If you try to break the windows, you discover they're unnaturally resistant to shattering. With the whole place locked tight, the water begins to churn. Then the computer lights up again.

Warning, it flashes in large, bold text. Quarantine in progress. Release code required for exit.

• To find the code, you'll have to search. Duck under the water, go through sopping envelopes and sticky notes or pick the locks on the filing cabinets and desk drawers. You can also try hacking the computers. Use your computer knowledge or fall back on the age-old trick of seeing who wrote down their password.
• The files, notepads, and emails start innocuous, but as you look through them, disturbing phrases jump out at you—a dark thought you've had or a cruel taunt from someone in your past. The longer you're fixed on the terrible words, the higher the water begins to rise. Only another can break you out of your trance.
• With the rising water comes fear. And the more you're afraid, the more the water also rises. You begin to see faces in the water, bobbing like balloon heads. Do you recognize them? If you move to take a closer look, they will sink back beneath the surface as if never there.
• If you manage to swallow your panic, you can eventually find a triple-laminated binder with the release code and instructions. Bad news: you need someone on the outside to punch in the 6 strange symbols in order. The instructions explain that the code panel is located at the back of the building.

Let's hope a friendly face comes along.

B: Set Free
As you peer through the windows, you see not just the crates of medicine but someone trapped inside. They look like they might be in trouble, and from your vantage point, you notice that the water is bubbling strangely. It's definitely not normal rainwater. As you watch, the water rises unnaturally, stopping and starting. It's as if the water level is responding to an external stimulus.

• The glass is soundproof. You can't hear what the person inside is saying, so you'll have to communicate with each other another way. Try charades, typing on your phone, or whatever you think of. Eventually, you determine that they're stuck and that you need to enter some sort of code onto a pad located—according to your trapped partner—at the back of the building.
• Around the back, shadows swallow your surroundings. The panel must be pried open, but a slippery substance makes it hard to get a good grip. Each time the substance touches you, you grow uneasy. You swear you see eyes watching you, though when you turn around, nothing's there.
• You can't seem to keep the instructions in your mind. And those symbols...they burn into your retinas. Through them, you glimpse an incomprehensibly massive figure unfurling in the darkness, pulsing as if in a deep sleep. When you snap back to reality, you realize you've injured yourself, slicing your hand on a sharp edge or a bruise you can't remember getting.
• Once you manage to release the doors, the water inside the office drains upward into the sky as though sucked out by a giant hose. The darkness spreads. Get out of there fast before the shadows drag you or your partner into the void.

Of course, you don't have to help anyone. You can leave the individual there, make a deal, or outright extort them. But remember, you're not the only person on these roads. You might want to play your cards carefully, even if altruism isn't your first instinct.

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Comments

[metamorphosing]

[She hadn't expected him to hurt her the first time, still hasn't quite had time to process what had happened, but her injuries from the attempt are still fresh. It makes it hard to take anything he says at face value.]

You left.

[Meaning what? He'd fired and then left? He looks different, but she can't quite pinpoint why in the moment, not when her head is elsewhere. For all she knows, it's just this place— her own arrival hadn't exactly been graceful. Easy to see why anyone here would look a little worse for wear.]

I'm still trying to put together why you did it in the first place— I've been fighting for our cause, your cause, while you've been locked away!

[heavymetals]

[ There's so much he could say, so much he should say to all of that. How his cause wasn't the issue— he was the issue, his methods were the issue. Where he went to after he left. That he was, and is, sorry for the choices he made. Doesn't change it, but he wants her to know that she doesn't have to worry about him coming after her again. If anything he's more than willing to keep his distance if that's what she wants.

But her lack of knowledge about his motivations is what puzzles him. His brow furrows, watching her quietly for a moment, then he asks pointedly (sorry, he's going to just skip over that argument for a moment)— ]

What's the last thing you remember?

[metamorphosing]

[She stares at him for a moment, silence hanging between them as she narrows her gaze. What a question— why wouldn't they remember the same things? Unless, by some chance, she had been passed out for even longer than she'd realized— a distinct possibility after everything that had happened, to be perfectly honest.]

Paris. The Peace Accords.

[Her shoulders stiffen visibly, but her gaze never leaves his face, studying him.]

You shooting me and using the bullet to drag me across the square so you could finish the job, if you've forgotten the specifics.

[heavymetals]

[ It's a strange question, he's well aware of that. But what she's saying just doesn't fit with Erik's own memories. Her anger isn't a surprise; it's fully expected, even, and he's prepared to take that hit. But she seems entirely unaware of the motivations behind his own actions, which shouldn't be the case.

Her answer somehow both clarifies that and brings up more questions, and the frown doesn't leave Erik's face. It's confusion knitting his eyebrows, though, as if he's trying to make sense of the discrepancy between them. ]

My memory's quite fine, thank you.

[ Delivered dryly, just because he can't help himself. He follows that with a more honest note to his voice, however. ]

That makes no sense. It's been over three months since then, for me.

[metamorphosing]

[She expects nothing less from him when it comes to the first part of his response, but what follows has her furrowing her brow in response, uncertain.

What?]

I feel like the guy back at the heap would have mentioned if I'd been unconscious for that long.

[She makes an effort to sound confident, but there's the faintest wavering beneath it. She'd been injured, sure, but nowhere vital, nothing severe enough to take her out of commission for three entire months.]

That can't be possible.

[heavymetals]

I hardly have a reason to lie about this, do I?

[ He definitely doesn't look the same, either. Hair longer, sporting a decent beard, and his clothes —flannel shirt, jeans and vest, all of them looking fairly worn—, all of these are signs that he's not exactly the same as she remembers him.

But she is right. This isn't possible. Or it shouldn't be, anyway. ]

I saw you one more time, after Paris. So I know for a fact you can't have been out for this long. [ The only frame of reference he has for time travel is Logan, and even that isn't quite the same as this. But it means that the possibility exists, however farfetched. ] Do you think we were taken from different points in time?

[metamorphosing]

["I hardly have a reason to lie about this, do I?"

She doesn't dignify that with a response, though her uncertainty regarding that point is writ plain on her face. She frowns, folding her arms in front of her as she looks him over again— he's definitely made some changes, that much is clear, but if this theory of his holds water, she has no way of telling how much time has or hasn't passed between them.]

Are you serious?

[It shouldn't seem such an impossibility, given what they themselves are able to accomplish, what some of their mutant brothers and sisters have the ability to do— and then there's this place.

It's like nowhere she's ever seen, and yet they're here.]

... I guess nothing can be ruled out as impossible right now. I don't see how lying about seeing me again could benefit you, either.

[Which means for better or for worse, she's inclined to believe him.]

If we come from different points in time, then what's the last thing you remember?

[heavymetals]

[ What other alternative is there? Because he can't imagine her lying either, or think of a reason why she would. This presents a complicated issue regarding whether or not he should tell her about what happens between her time and his, or at least the outcome of everything with Trask and the Sentinel program. Especially as she might just not believe him to begin with— not that he has ever lied to her before. ]

I can't think of any other explanation for this.

[ Though as far as explanations go, it is pretty flimsy, since it brings up even more questions than it answers. Namely, where they even are, and if this is the work of a powerful mutant or something else entirely. ]

I've been living in Poland for the last few months. [ Which isn't saying much, so he adds. ] The last I saw you and Charles, it was in Washington DC. Nixon held a ceremony where he unveiled Trask's Sentinels.

[metamorphosing]

[Her expression shifts, if only slightly— hardens as she makes an effort to veil her disappointment, though it still manages to peek through. For as skilled as she is at wearing the faces of others, when it comes to masking her own emotions, she's not nearly as talented as she would like to be.]

Then he lives long enough to get his way.

[Exactly what she didn't want— why she had gone after him in the first place.]

Tell me we shut them down. We have to.

[Whatever had caused him to turn on her, she knows they have to agree on that much, that something designed to eradicate their kind had to be dismantled, not only for their sake, but for all the others out there like them, the countless faceless mutants they'd never even met.]

[heavymetals]

[ It's not something Erik is happy to share either, and even if it all ended well for their kind, or about as well as it could have under those circumstances, it's still an event that's left a sour taste in his mouth. Just thinking of Trask makes him angry, but it's a low simmer that he pushes down, trying to comfort himself with the thought that he will never see the light of day.

And if he does, Erik will absolutely not hesitate to kill him. ]

You did.

[ He didn't even immediately realise that she wouldn't know that, yet. How it all ended. ]

You saved the president's life, and his entire retinue. It was televised. You showed the world that our kind truly wished for peaceful coexistence.

[ Or at least most of them did. Erik was not there to help, certainly, but when Raven shot him to save human lives, she stood for their cause more than Erik could ever have. ]

They shut down the Sentinel program after that, and in the process discovered Trask was selling military secrets. He's been arrested.