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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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Nandor the Relentless | What We Do in the Shadows
[At 762 years old, Nandor has never driven himself anywhere. Except crazy, haha. Just some funny vampire humor. Anyway. He selects a motorcycle, since it sort of looks like a horse to him. He immediately throttles it, sending him flying forward and shooting down the road and away. What a terribly efficient way to travel!
It's only when he begins to fishtail that he loses his pleasure for it. As he tries to bring it under control, he only manages to tip himself over. He hits the ground with a thud and his motorcycle hits him with a thud.]
option a
[Well, his name is Nandor the Relentless. Not, Nandor Gives Up. He hops back on and throttles it again, flying forward at incredible speed. It is a brilliant way to travel and the scenery looks amazing as it whirls past him. He feels an incredible sense of freedom in the night, not thinking a second about the fact that he needs to shelter in the sunlight.
He's still distracted, though. He doesn't notice himself rapidly approaching a car until he hits the back of it like a moose that has been thrust into the atmosphere. He ricochets off the trunk and rolls away, groaning.]
option b
[Sometimes his name is Nandor Gives Up, because he's giving up. He picks his motorcycle up and carries it like it's nothing. The sad Hulk song can be heard faintly in one's mind when they see him trodding along the road in the dark. He needs to get to shelter or he will surely be obliterated by the sun, so he does what he has seen countless delicious victims do.
He sticks his thumb out as cars pass, his fanged smile and deathly pale face surely isn't off-putting? Neither is the fact that he's carrying his motorcycle with one hand.]
ii. panorama
[Nandor is not particularly subtle about stealing, mostly because he kind of just assumes this is a free-for-all. He admires a pink, glittery hairbrush and indiscreetly tucks it up his sleeve. When an employee seems to notice him, he pulses his fingers in front of their face and murmurs until they walk away. He adds a rubber ducky to his sleeve. He is notably ignoring the samples of food. He's not getting anything useful, either.
Nandor stands in front of the posters offering employment, head canting to the side as he reads.]
Grave-yard-shift. [He clicks his tongue, tracing his fingers over the letter.]
Do they keep the bodies in the back, do you think?
iii. set free
[As Nandor gathers his bearings, he's peering around the room. He can see well enough in the darkness (thrives in it) and yet the shadows around him seem ominous and unsettling.
A flash of something catches his attention, he looks up to see a person trapped in the other room. In earnest, he does have a try of the door and at hitting and throwing things at the window. He shrugs, but the desperate look from the other person urges him to try harder.
Finding a pad and paper, he knows he needs to communicate carefully. He holds up his message, meaningful expression on his face.]
HALLO :)
[He smiles, to emphasise the smile he's drawn. The other person looks vexed. He nods, scribbling another message:]
do yew need halp??
iv. wildcard
[hmu for wildcard or to chat on
Panorama
She’s on her sixth mini chicken skewer when she notices the guy shoving things up his sleeve and managing to talk an employee out of nabbing him.
The hell does he need a rubber ducky for?
But what really gets her (you know, beyond the absurdity of everything else he’s done) is what he says. ]
Uh. Sorry, what? [ She glances at him from where she’s hoarding leftover little wooden sticks and tiny sample paper cups like he’s just grown a second head. ] Pretty sure there’s no bodies in the back.
[ She hopes there’s no bodies in the back. ]
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Then it is a pretty terrible graveyard, isn't it? Do you think that is why they need someone to work for them?
no subject
This is a supermarket, not a graveyard. They’re looking for someone to work the night shift.
[ Which, actually, is a much more relieving thing to have to explain than what his initial comment had made her think. ]
What’re you stealing rubber duckies for?
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He recoils dramatically at her accusation, pulling his arm back toward him protectively.]
You have no proof. [He hisses, pointing his finger aggressively at his face. At this point, a rubber ducky flops out of his sleeve and bounces off the floor. Every single sound it makes as it slides away is audible.]
Someone must have put it there.
panorama
Nice one.
[ Just casually assuming this is a joke. Because why wouldn't it be? He sidles a little closer, joining Nandor in peering at the flyer. ]
Thinking about applying? The benefits don't seem great [ what benefits ] but I guess there's not much room to be choosy.
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What could be the benefit in working at a graveyard? [He thinks about it, so briefly.]
If they need someone to clean the tombstones, I myself was once an excellent janitor. [His voice lowers, darkening.]
Until I was mercilessly banished by cut-backs.
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Still, he nods sympathetically. ]
Always rough to get hit by cutbacks. I'm lucky it never happened to me.
[ The perks of being the guy in charge. ]
Personally I wouldn't mind working in a graveyard. It seems like it'd be pretty peaceful out there all by yourself.
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Perhaps you would be in fine company. [Absolutely uncalled for, but he pretends he didn't say it.]
Will you take a position, then?
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And yet Wriothesley just gives a little laugh, barely more than a quick exhale of breath that mixes a little bit of humor and a lot of exasperation. Guess there's no poing in trying to play nice with this guy. ]
Maybe.
[ More importantly: ]
I'm considering it. As much as I'd like to lounge around without a care in the world, a man still needs to eat to survive. [ He glances over. ] Unless you know of someplace else that's hiring?
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That is very true. And as two human men, we need to ensure we have a rich supply of.. grain. [It's really the first thing that comes to mind.
He shakes his head.]
This is the first opportunity I have seen-- so it shall go to the best man. [Which is Nandor, obviously.]
You can put as much food as you like down your pants, you know. They cannot stop you.
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Panorama
Also it sounds a little exciting. ]
It means working all night long, not an actual graveyard. I think. It's one of those colloquialisms that humans like to use.
[ They don't usually make sense to him either, because he deals better in facts and truths and casual terms confuse him. ]
It's because people prefer working during the day, I guess.
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Not all humans. Because I have not used it. [Crisis averted, he half-turns to Jack to look curiously at him. Just looking at him feels unpleasant-- for vampirical reasons. He's certainly not hideous to behold.]
If it is at night, then it is perfect. [Nandor decides, stepping forward to rip the poster off the wall.]
no subject
[ That has to work. He doesn't know why it feels like lying when he does that because he is half-human, it should count a little.
With Jack's divine power radiating off him, it could set off someone who reacts to that kind of energy. He looks back at Nandor and smiles quickly and sunnily. It's warm and genuine. ]
I like your hair. It's very long.
[ Jack's quick with compliments because he knows it's a nice thing to say and he wants to be nice. The fact he says it so bluntly is where it might come off as odd. But he nods. ]
I like night shifts too. I don't sleep much.
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That is very kind, thank you. [Nandor leans in a little as he says it, to be flirty. He recoils, Jack is radiating heat. He is extremely unpleasant to be close to.]
Perhaps we could be normal, human co-workers together. We could hang out in the breakroom together and "Shoot the Shit" or something.
no subject
[ They both apparently have the same idea about what a stereotypical office is like for the average human. Jack's learned all of his knowledge from television on that front, since he's been a hunter since he was born and their lifestyle is completely different. He's always wanted to play baseball though, that sounds like it would be worth getting one of these normal jobs. ]
I like your accent too. Where is it from?
[ The forward compliments might seem like flirting but Jack just genuinely likes people and commenting on nice things about them so they like him back. ]
no subject
[Nandor's excitement builds quickly, a ferocious and triumphant growl in his voice. He is genuinely terribly excited, because an office friendship is all he's ever wanted.
Especially with someone handsome who says nice things, even if he has the putrid stink of organised religion upon him. Nobody's perfect. Except Nandor, who girlishly brushes his hair behind his ears.]
Do you really think so? It is from my homeland, Al Qolnidar.
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set free
The flash of fangs pays him no mind, even if he is a kid obsessed with the occult. Right now, he's just trying to communicate, and the second that Nandor shows him the paper, he frantically starts searching in his room a way of communication as well. His message is a little bit more urgent: ]
PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME
no subject
Nandor offers Ken a thumbs-up, so he knows he's here and committed. He scribbles down a message, taking the time to really think about it.]
hav yew tryed opaning the dore?
no subject
Some reassurance passes over him when he realizes Nandor will actually try and help, and he writes a response back: ]
Thank You!! So much!! I’ll do anything for you if you get me out of here!
I have, it’s no use. I think it’s a code you have to put into a keypad! Can you do that?
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i can fix!
[Nandor says, blissfully unaware that this is the first sentence he's spelled correctly so far. He does very much like a challenge, though he seems utterly perplexed by the instructions.]
wat is a keypad
option b : arrival
What he's not expecting is to see Nandor, on the shoulder of the open highway, carrying a motorcycle. He squints, from a few yards off and slows his car down with some protest of the steering wheel and engine and lowers the window with a look of disbelief. ]
What's happening right now?
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He holds out the motorcycle as if he expects Guillermo to take it, shrugging his shoulders.]
I got bored of riding it. [Lies. Then he thinks, and worries.]
Did you hit your head, Guillermo? What do you think is happening?
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[ Honestly. He feels like his abuela more than ever, the low dulcet Spanish motherly tones of put. it. back. punctuated by each word being a sentence with a teeth click at the end of it. ]
Leave it, maybe get in the car? I'm just following the road. I've got fewer clues than fucks right now, just trying to make it to some kind of civilization.
no subject
He doesn't need to be asked twice, Nandor has been invited in so he can make himself comfortable as the Passenger Princess of this accursed vessel. He reaches over, starting to honk the horn repeatedly.]
Come on, Guillermo. We have to beat the sun! What are you doing?