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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.
unsunder: (🌃 078)

emet-selch / ffxiv

[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-15 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
🌙 OOC NOTE
There will be spoilers through the end of Endwalker in these prompts/threads. If you’re still working your way through the game, best to avoid! Absolutely no worries there and I’ll catch you later. ❤️

Also, if you think it would be relevant for a first meeting/TDM scenario, I have a permissions post here regarding Emet-Selch’s ability to see souls. Ty!


I. 🌙 TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES (ARRIVAL)
[ This is, in fact, not how he wanted to be woken up. If he had a bit more say in the matter, he would very much like to not be woken up at all, but as ever, the universe has a twisted sense of humor, so here he is. Denied the chance to rest yet again.

Emet-Selch is hard-pressed to find a way in which things could be worse, but it seems the universe is out to get him yet again. He is pretty firm with this Yom Crook character (and why would he be at all inclined to trust someone with “crook” in their name, anyway?) that he will not be needing a vehicle, thank you very much. As if to demonstrate his utter lack of need to rely on such things, a wave of shadow swims up around his form, swallowing him whole.

And then it flickers, like a light about to go out. Once, twice, three times in quick succession, and Emet-Selch is unceremoniously spat back out, precisely three feet to the left of where he started, looking absolutely livid.

He whips around, jabbing a finger at Yom Crook and anyone else who happens to be nearby to catch the show. ]


Not a word. Not. A. Word.

[ Looks like he’ll be needing that car after all. ]


II. 🌙 HOTEL, MOTEL, HOLIDAY INN (POWER OUTAGE)
[ An Ascian is used to the dark, so when the power goes out without warning, Emet-Selch is struck with both a feeling of familiarity, and an exhausted sort of resignation. Given the last few days he’s had, this might as well happen, you know?

He sits there in the dark for who knows how long, contemplating the merits of either going for a walk or taking a nap or some secret third option he’s yet to consider, when some just up and breaks into his room.

This is not the day, and he is not the man to trifle with.

What follows is an extremely loud, but startlingly brief bout of commotion. Things are thrown, furniture is broken, and there’s a fair bit of yelling – mostly coming from the would-be thief. All of it culminates in a blindingly bright flash of purple light that expels the thief from the motel room, sending them slamming into the wall in the hall outside, and skittering away.

A moment later, Emet-Selch pokes his head out of the room to peer at their retreating form. Are there more? There might be.

No doubt he’s drawn some attention with all that. ]


What?

[ Come to see what the commotion was? Or perhaps you’re dealing with a problem yourself. He can help. Probably. With enough motivation. ]


III. 🌙 WILDCARD
[ Hit me with whatever! If you want to plot something, shoot me a DM. ]
widows_kiss: sass (EG 020)

techincal difficulties

[personal profile] widows_kiss 2025-05-15 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Performance issues?

[ There's a redhead straddling a motorcycle not far away, casually looking entirely too comfortable despite having just been yanked from certain death. Or out of a soulstone. She's not actually certain. Either way, she's breathing when she didn't expect to be, even if she's been tossed into some weird Mad Max alternate universe. She wonders if Rhodey had a theory about this outcome.

Her lips twitch in the efforts of holding back a smirk - efforts that utterly fail as she watches his outrage when his... shadow-thingy doesn't seem to work the way he intends. ]


Don't worry, I'm told it happens to a lot of people.
unsunder: (🌃 175)

[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-15 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Just when it seems like his glare couldn’t contain any more annoyance than it already does, he somehow finds a way, luminous gaze narrowing in a way that suggests he’s trying to set fire to her with a mere thought. ]

I distinctly recall not asking for commentary.
widows_kiss: fond (BW 029)

[personal profile] widows_kiss 2025-05-15 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She just smiles sweetly at him, not looking cowed in the least. If anything, she seems to take his glare as encouragement. ]

I know. But it was just too good an opportunity to pass up, really. I take it your, uh… abilities aren’t functioning like they’re supposed to? Unless you meant to poof three feet sideways. In which case, good on you, congratulations, it was very impressive.

[ It wasn’t. Although it was certainly more than she could have managed, so maybe it was a little impressive. ]
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-15 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Perhaps one of these days he'll learn that all his glares ever do is encourage people. As it is, he rolls his eyes. ]

I was meant to teleport to the city proper, but it seems you have the right of it. My abilities do not function as they should.

[ Now he's wondering just what else this place — or the act of dying — has done to his powers. It seems ill-advised to test them on making a vehicle, should it fail on him in the middle of nowhere. ]

As if being here in the first place was not pain enough.
widows_kiss: serious, curious, surprised, sass (CA2 008)

[personal profile] widows_kiss 2025-05-15 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Could be worse.

[ She shrugs nonchalantly as she glances around the field full of beater cars. Some of them are in better condition than others, but most of them look like they’re about five miles away from a scrap heap. Or maybe cobbled together from parts found there already.

Still. It’s a far sight better than being dead, in her opinion. ]


It could be snowing. Or flooded. Or full of mosquitos. And as far as used car salesmen go, that one was almost nice. I thought those didn’t exist.

[ Granted, they’d taken one look at her and immediately lead her to a long line of bikes, so she was feeling charitable. ]
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-15 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Natasha have you ever considered that some of us like being dead?

Emet-Selch's luminous gaze follows her own, finding nothing at all reassuring in the cobbled-together mess of cars and scrap. ]


And the sizable debt with which we have been saddled? Could that also be worse?

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power outage

[personal profile] metamorphosing 2025-05-15 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[The power outage alone was enough to have Raven on edge, knowing full well what kinds of things tended to happen in places like these in the dark, and that commotion? Hard to ignore, especially when she hears what sounds like chair (or maybe a nightstand?) hitting the opposite side of the wall behind her headboard and going to pieces.

Well. She could stay where she is and pretend she hadn't heard anything, but instead she feels compelled to at least look in on whatever's going on.

Her own door flies open, and she bursts into the hallway just in time to see someone thrown against the wall by that brilliant flash, and as the intruder skitters away, Raven flips on the flashlight she'd been fortunate enough to loot a few days earlier and squints as she aims it directly at the resident of the room next door.]


I thought you might need some help, but it looks like you've got it handled.
unsunder: (🌃 061)

[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-16 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ RUDE? Emet-Selch jerks away from the sudden light in his eyes, throwing up an arm to shield himself. ]

Do you mind?

[ A flashlight, though. What a novel thought. Assuming the light is no longer in his face, he squints, eyes glowing softly in the dark, to get a look at this concerned neighbor of his. ]

I can handle a few ruffians. [ A beat. Be nice, Emet. ] Thank you for your concern, nonetheless.
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[personal profile] metamorphosing 2025-05-16 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Oop. She winces slightly, lowering the flashlight so it hits lower.]

— sorry.

[She huffs softly, looking over her shoulder in the direction the thief had fled.]

I think we'll probably see more than a few before the lights come back on. [A pause as she looks back at him, hesitating for a moment before asking with a furrowed brow:] How did you do that?
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-16 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, no doubt.

[ This place is rife with thieves and scoundrels, the kind of people who will see darkness as an opportunity to get just one ilm ahead. Hopefully the one he just ejected from his room will tell their fellows to leave well enough alone, and go looking elsewhere. ]

‘Twas magic. [ Easily. ] Is there no such thing from whence you hail?

[ Spoken like a man who is exceedingly familiar with the disparities between different worlds. ]
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[personal profile] metamorphosing 2025-05-17 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Magic is out there, as far as she knows, but she can't say she's ever seen it for herself. Functionally, though, it's familiar enough.]

Maybe not magic, but—

[Her curiosity is certainly piqued; already, she's seen several people here in possession of abilities that wouldn't have been out of place among her brother's students. In fact, it seems there's more people like them than anyone else.

A smile tugs faintly at one side of her mouth before her visage begins to fall away, a ripple of shadow in the dark corridor enough to replace the young woman who had been standing there with what appears to be a mirror-image of Emet-Selch himself, right down to the very angle of his brows.]


Something similar enough.

[The voice is his, as well, the expression on his borrowed face one of intrigue.]

I guess what it's called isn't what really matters.
unsunder: (🌃 152)

[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-18 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ On the one hand, there is a part of Emet-Selch that knows transforming in front of others is a social taboo. Not done unless completely necessary and with proper permission. This woman may as well have just gotten naked in front of him.

On the other, he has spent no small amount of time molding other bodies to suit his needs, bereft of flesh of his own.

What a weird situation to be in.

All that aside, she assumes his form and his voice with such ease that it makes him uncomfortable, eyes narrowing to mark the color of her soul so that he cannot be taken by surprise with one of her transformations in the future. ]


Fascinating as that is, I would thank you not to go around using my likeness ever again.

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ii

[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-16 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fern is all too used to sneaking around in the dark, and with her sharpened vision she isn't struggling too much to navigate through the corridors of the motel. At first it's almost eerily quiet, and a moment later it's decidedly not.

There's banging of some sort, a yelp — clearly the signs of a scuffle, or worse. Fern's ears twitch in the direction of the noise and she rushes around the corner toward it, just in time to watch a man get thrown through the door by a surge of magical power.

It almost looks like an Eldritch Blast, and she briefly wonders if it's Adrian. Except that he wouldn't attack someone like this unless given little other choice, and surely he would have told her he was staying here.

Soon after the man runs off, the perpetrator of that blast pokes his head out, and it is decidedly not Adrian. Fern tenses and bends her knees, lowering her stance in case he decides to attack her next, but then he simply questions her as if what just happened was little more than an afterthought.

She frowns as she straightens, but her hand remains near to the dagger sheathed at her hip. ]


What was that about?
unsunder: (🌃 131)

[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-16 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well. It was an Eldritch Blast after a fashion, if one were to count Emet-Selch as something sort of eldritch himself. As it is, though, he looks like nothing more than a man, only slightly unique in the eyes, which glow faintly in the dark.

Eyes that give her a once over, landing squarely on that hand hovering near her weapon. Apparently, the darkness is no issue for him, either. ]


That fool thought to try and rob me. I pray you are not a fool, yourself.
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-16 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The glow to his eyes is odd. Not because of the glow itself, Fern's seen such things before, but that he otherwise looks perfectly human to her assessing gaze. It's possible that he's half something else, but if that's the case, it's not particularly obvious.

Strange. But what hasn't been, in this place? ]


No. [ Fern shakes her head, and while she doesn't fully untense, she also isn't making any attempt to lunge at him or even approach, for now. She's been called many things; not often a fool, though. ] I find it hard to imagine that you have much to take.

[ Almost as if that's her only reason for not doing so. (Not entirely true; she's perfectly capable of stealing when the situation calls for it, but she prefers to target those she thinks deserving.) ]
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-17 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ He gives a derisive snort. He’d almost be impressed at her moxie, if not for the fact that he’s had a very long day and his already threadbare patience is wearing thinner by the moment. ]

So if you were of the opposite opinion, the fact I’ve just expelled an intruder from my room would not stop you?
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[personal profile] longtooth 2025-05-18 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, he's going to question it further? This is not the sort of conversation Fern expected to participate in now of all times, with the lights out. Still, a twitch of her ears as she focuses in and listens tells her that there's nothing and no one in the immediate area.

So she turns back toward the man with the glowing eyes, arms crossing over her chest as she shrugs. ]


If I were that motivated to steal from you, I'd be more likely to try when you weren't here to present that sort of obstacle. I'm not sure what that man was thinking. I suppose the darkness made him bold.

[ #skillissue ]
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-18 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gives her another scrutinizing look for her trouble, and eventually seems to come to the conclusion that he does appreciate her moxie after all. One corner of his mouth quirks upward. ]

At least you’re honest.

[ Note to self: set wards. ]

The darkness has very likely made many people bold. I can but imagine there’s more where that came from.

[ “That” being the guy he just blasted out of his room. ]

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iii, the worst option

[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-16 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There are a myriad of different directions this could have gone. Going to the hospital was with the best of intentions, ever eager as he is to be of assistance to those around him. Though so might be going to make off with what supplies they can, G'raha Tia fully intends to secure as much as possible from harm so that the staff can perform their duties as necessary when this is all over.

What he did not anticipate was an (unfortunately) familiar face being amongst those gathered. He certainly didn't believe that Emet-Selch would be there to actually be of service to others (not without bidding from their mutual friend). Nor did he believe their paths would ever really cross again until G'raha finally returned to the aetherial sea some decades later, and if then, not on purpose.

No...to suddenly find himself locked in a room with the man who had spent months being a metaphorical and literal thorn in his side felt like a cruel joke. And it is sticky.

The stickiness really doesn't help. ]


...I trust we can both agree that this is not your doing?

[ Just. To confirm. (He will probably believe the response.) Because he's fairly confident Emet-Selch wants as little to do with G'raha Tia as the reverse. ]
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you spelled best wrong

[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-17 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ It would be foolish to think that he would be the only soul from Etheirys stuck in this place, but there are a great many souls on that star. Though the colors of some might appear familiar, there are very few people who would recognize him in turn.

So, in the grand tradition of the cosmic forces of the universe playing absolutely unfunny pranks on him, Emet-Selch finds himself trapped in a room with one such individual. Not only that, an individual that he has personally antagonized. And shot.

Hm.

Yes, this cannot possibly get worse. (Famous last words.) ]


Why would I trap myself in here? With you?
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best for us, worst for them

[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-17 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shouldn't omit "kidnapped" and "used as bait for the Warrior of Light" is high on his list of misconduct. G'raha won't be forgetting those any time soon.

The tone is expected at this point and does little to improve the situation. He had long since mastered a tone of slight indifference when it comes to forced interactions with Emet-Selch and it falls back into place all too easily. Pointedly looking anywhere but at his fellow prisoner, G'raha almost wishes he had his cowl again. ]


I often found myself questioning your actions to no satisfying conclusion.

[ If the glass is nigh impenetrable, then there have to be other options. G'raha kneels, swabbing up a bit of the viscous substance on his fingers and rubs them together. Very strange...it has no odor and to the naked eye appears as water, but it's almost gummy. ]

Then it's in both of our interest to end this quickly.

[ Nevermind that Emet-Selch is here at all. That adds an entirely new layer of complications that he will have to mull over...later. ]

The walls and the door are impervious to my magic. So...if you would be so kind?

[ The kind sounds just as biting and uninterested as he can manage. ]
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-18 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The kidnapping and being used as bait goes without saying, naturally. It’s all wrapped up in the shooting and the antagonizing.

Emet-Selch casts a look around, taking note of the water slowly seeping in, creeping up to their ankles on top of everything else. If it continues at this pace, they will only have so much time to get out of here. He does not want to be sticky and half-drowned.

So it is without further preamble that he lifts a hand in what is probably a very familiar gesture, and– snap.

The windows rattle with the impact of some unseen force, framed documents and certificates are knocked from the walls, but there is no damage to be seen. Not even a single crack. Emet-Selch’s already impressive frown grows impossibly deeper. The aether in this place is just as unreliable as the cell phone reception. ]


‘Twould seem neither of us will be magicking our way out of here.

[ Much to his chagrin. ]

We shall have to search for a more mundane means of exit.

[ Together. Hooray. ]
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[personal profile] exarched 2025-05-18 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Though he would be loathe to admit it aloud, G'raha had been hoping there was something unique and powerful in Emet-Selch's control of aether that would turn the proverbial tides in their favor. He supposes to some degree he should be content that the Ancient isn't all-powerful.

Just...not now.

He's no keener to their predicament. It's with a sigh he accepts the side quest assignment. ]


Very well.

[ G'raha pushes himself to his feet. ]

Given the state of technology of this place, there ought to be some sort of key or mechanism to open the door manually.

[ Pointedly not looking at his cell-mate, G'raha moves to the desk and starts to pull open the drawers, looking for any sort of key or device that would otherwise open it. Maybe a pass code or a badge? Some secure areas require methods of identification to allow only approved individuals to pass. ]
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[personal profile] unsunder 2025-05-18 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
'Twas my thought as well.

[ Well, the enemy of my enemy and all. And currently their enemies are a locked door and some rapidly rising water. Emet-Selch has yet to test if his functional immortality somehow stayed in-tact when he arrived here, and he is not so keen to try that out by drowning.

With the former Exarch rifling through the desk, he moves over to a filing cabinet on the other side of the room, tugging the top drawer open to look through the contents. ]


Know you how to operate the terminal?

[ Well, at least he has a student of the history of Allag in here with him. Anyone else from Etheirys would be in danger of being unhelpfully inept with technology. ]

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