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TEST DRIVE ∞ May 2025

Test Drive ∞ May 2025

The First Collision

Jump ⇅ :: Arrival — Panorama — Fringes — Invite 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

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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

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

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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

SPOILERS for thunderbolts* will be clearly marked!
CW bob's character and backstory includes domestic abuse, addiction and depression; if you'd like to opt-out of mentions of this/opt out of interactions with bob, please pm me!

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⚪FREE SAMPLES

[ It figures that he'd end up in this kind of situation again. Not that there's anything wrong with sign spinning. It's an honest way to make a living or in this case pay off a debt that he hadn't expected and they'd needed a guy to help out since they were short staffed. Is it what he had been hired to do? No, not really. But if there's anything Bob had become accustomed to doing, it was helping. And really, he'd had worse working conditions. Sign spinning is significantly easier when you aren't high or coming down from one.

You might spot him (read: a giant neon pink and green inflatable octopus with googly eyes) spinning a sign quite skillfully outside the pavilion in an attempt to cajole you into the grocery store. Or maybe you spot him shuffling awkwardly through the crowd in said costume handing out samples - only to be toppled over and very obviously having trouble getting up. Or maybe it's break time and you look up to see a giant octopus staring at you. One of its arms raises up in greeting while holding out a tray. Though his voice is somewhat muffled there's a weary, almost hesitant humour to it. You might even imagine he sounds somewhat sheepish. It's hard to say when you can't see his face. ]

...Do you mind helping me out of this? I have all of these arms and not one of them can reach the zipper. [ And just in case his fellow co-worker needs persuading - ] I have samples. As a thank you.

⚫ LOCKDOWN | SPOILERS AHOY

If A... ❗DEFINITELY SPOILERS HERE ❗
[ He can hear any number of voices telling him that coming out here alone based on nothing but the barest hint of a cry for help is a very stupid, no good idea. If his latest adventure had taught him anything (though it's shaping up to nothing in this case), it's that staying behind someone more capable than he was, someone who isn't likely to go careening off into the void (see what he did there?) and pull everything in along with him is the smart thing to do.

But hey, he dropped out of high school. He never claimed to be smart. And besides, it sort of sounded like this Felix Bjurstorm really wanted some help.

Except the minute the door locks behind him he knows this is a mistake. His chest tightens and he feels his heart rabbiting against the cage of his ribs as he slams against the windows. What was the point of having (or is it being?) Sentry if he can't break out of what is another obvious trap? The last time he'd been trapped like this he'd had others - friends - to help him.

But where are your friends now? Whispers sound from the corner of the room as inky blackness pools around his ankles creeping up his legs. He's alone. He's done his best to be fine, just fine, but who is he without his friends? Alone. But are you alone? You've got me, Bobby. Panic crawls up his throat as his fist slams against the glass again and again as the water rises and the voice chuckles low and deep with an almost sick glee. The pounding stops but not because he's noticed the computer screen. It's because faces that he knows can't be there are floating dead eyed in the water staring back at him: Alexi. John. Yelena. Ava. Bucky.

And for some reason, he knows he's the cause. ]

If B... | SPOILERS OPTIONAL, PLEASE LMK IF YOU'D LIKE SPOILER-FREE!

[ This isn't usual. Him being the one who's meant to help save the day that is. Not that he's seeing it that way. He's long come to the conclusion there is nothing heroic about him, nor does he want there to be. He's happy being Bob. Helping those who need it. Just trying to keep the peace and darkness at bay, and now, trying to pay off a debt.

Which has somehow led him to banging on the window to get some stranger's attention. Ready to get into a game of charades with possibly the worst person to get into a charades game with? ]

Hey! Hey - can you hear me?!

[ Or maybe you've played a successful game. The door is open and Bob is bleeding but that seems of little concern to him despite there being a lot of blood streaming down his hands. Relief floods his expression as he holds out a hand to you before looking down at it, realizing that probably isn't sanitary and giving it a quick wipe on his own clothes before extending it again. ]

That wasn't bad right? We should do that again. When we aren't. You know.

⚪WILDCARD

[ Choose your own adventure! ]

Edited 2025-05-16 06:38 (UTC)

( ooc— wheezes deeply HELLO. i haven't watched tbolts but i'm a-okay with spoilers! marc has met bob in the comics a few times, but since mcu!bob looks very, very different, marc absolutely won't recognise him by sight.

cw — matching you on the history of depression and addiction, but also adding in marc's mental health struggles (and others) — a lot won't come up other than his mental health since that's fairly inescapable, but if you want me to go lighter/vaguer on that, please just lmk! )

( marc's quite used to voices, but here, things have been quiet — at least, comparatively. no khonshu. it's not quite unsettling, khonshu's been quiet before — asgard, when he's sulking, when he's frustrated with marc, when he thinks marc needs to learn a lesson — and marc's used to the cycle, marc's buried the desperate need for approval somewhere he hopes he won't find it again.

he thinks, knows, he'd died. he knows this isn't what awaits him after death — whatever and whenever he manages to be taken out permanently — and so he'd taken yom crook's words with a degree of 'sure, fine, whatever' because there's a chance that this is real, but there's a chance that this is all—

in his head.

how would he know? he's not sure, and so the only answer — probably — is to act like it's not.

he's soaked through thanks to the rain, hair that'd usually curl lightly across his forehead pressed flat, droplets of rain dripping from the ends into his eyes, across his cheeks. he doesn't seem to mind it, doesn't seem to mind the bone-deep cold of the water, or the way his suit — literal, a jacket, a waistcoat, shirt and tie — sticks and clings to him, even though his expression errs towards unhappy — it's the sort of unhappy that suggests it's his default expression, not any specific indicator of mood.

the parked (discarded? hmm, not sure—) vehicle that tells him someone else got here before him gets a glance, appraising rather than curious, thoughtful, and then— whatever. not his business right now. he'll deal with them (or not) once inside.

—or at least, that's his expectation, up until a flicker of movement in a window catches his attention. water. a beat and a thud, the sort marc recognises as a fist against glass. a person? he walks closer, quick, determined, gaze sliding from bob to the water, to the shadows and the dark and for a second, it's hard to pull his attention away, and then—.

is the water rising? he's not sure. whatever, not important. (or, it is, but not the most important, which is how to get inside—.) he holds up a hand — gloved (fingerless) — one finger pointing upwards, 'wait'.

his mouth twitches, the corners curling in a mixture of thought and determination before he takes a step back, grabs a truncheon from somewhere on his person, and swings.

the wide-eyed surprise that very, very quickly turns to irritation settling in his features at the thud-come-thunk reflects the fact that he'd been expecting the high-pitched shattering of glass instead. )

Edited (lol typos rip) 2025-05-16 08:24 (UTC)

( ooc: GASP LAURA i played the 12th doctor at expiation and it was such a joy to write with you i'm so glad to see you if i app bob as my second i'd love to play that out and have bob's poor little brain be very confused... i'm also a-okay with all your mentions of marc's cws so if we get into it we can get into it!!

also v happy to toss you an invite if you haven't found one yet!! )

[ He's happy to report that the voices he hears, save for one, are at least caring ones. But imaging the Thunderbolts telling him to calm the fuck down isn't as effective when they're staring back at him in silent accusation for something he can't remember doing. Is that how he'd ended up here? Is this why he had ended up here, alone in a room that not even the Sentry's strength could break through?

His breathing comes in shallow breaths as his mind begins to spin and reel and he can feel what is him and what is the Void giving way to the latter. But then he feels another pair of eyes on him, live ones, ones attached to a living, breathing human and his gaze shoots towards the window mouth open in confusion. Is this guy real? Or a ghost that he had been the cause of? The reverberation against the glass has him snapping to his senses and just in time too to share the surprise of the stranger on the other side of the glass. ]

Fuck. [ It dawns on him that there has to be something in here that will help and he whirls around shouting not realizing that Marc might not be able to hear him. ] W-wait! There might be something I can throw.

[ There isn't. But there is a binder that looks...heavy enough to throw? That can't be right. He holds it up to the window wide-eyed pointing at it. ]

( ooc YELLS oh my god hiiii WHAT A SMALL WORLD, i'm so delighted to run into you again!! and aaah, ty for the offer! but i've managed to nab an invite 😌 )

( marc would say yes, he's a ghost, but marc's prone to dramatics and has a rather unique sense of self in relation to who and what he is, both generally and after dying and being resurrected so many times. marc spector, he's certain, is a dead man. he'd died in the desert and who he'd become after that is complicated. the answer, then, wouldn't be especially comforting to bob, so it's perhaps for the best that it's not (yet) vocalised.

he can tell that the man is mouthing something — shouting? he's not sure, and it's too dark to be able to guess at the words he's trying to say. the shadows, the wetness, the reflections in the water, but marc does pause, not because he's managed to correctly guess that bob's yelled 'wait', but because he's trying to decide on what he could be saying and trying to decide how else to get into the building. could he use the guy's car to drive into the doors? maybe. it's an option, one he'll pocket for now if only because it's not his car and he'd be opening himself up to another loan for an attempt that isn't guaranteed success, not if the window's anything to go by.

and then there's a binder being held up to the window, and marc's attention swings from it to bob and back again, a very clear question of 'what?' sitting in his features. it's tight, bemused, sharp in the way that his brows knit together and the corners of his mouth dip down. it doesn't occur to marc that bob might think to throw it because if the window hadn't shattered with his truncheon, what would a binder do?

and so marc shrugs.

a moment after that, he holds a hand up to an ear, palm facing out as if to say 'listen', before he shakes his head. can't hear, he means, and on the basis of that, he's assuming that bob inside wouldn't be able to hear him if he yelled. a beat after that, he holds his hand to his eyes as if trying to peer inside, and then gestures — points — at bob as if to say 'what can you see?'

because it sure as fuck hasn't occurred to marc that the binder might be useful. he's much more familiar with brute-forcing his way into and out of situations. )

( ooc: i'm so glad to hear that!!! i hope we'll get to write together regardless of who i bring in 🥺 i have to hit you up with one of my other blorbos )

[ It's probably, definitely not a good thing to mention to him right now considering how fragile a state his mind typically is. And maybe it would be best not to mention it for a while yet. Though if Bob were keeping count (and a part of him has), he'd technically died or come close to it a couple of times pre-serum and after-serum. Could he technically drown in here? He had to breathe normally but how long could he hold his breath?

"Can I drown now that I'm basically immortal?" should be added to the list of things that he shouldn't be thinking about now. What he should be thinking about is why on earth he thought throwing this triple lamented binder at the indestructible glass would be a good idea when he and his (soon to be) friend couldn't shatter it.

He does have enough sense however to understand these very basic motions. Look around. Right. Swearing under his breath he swirls around in the rapidly rising water but seeing very little that could actually be of use. And then his eyes fall on the binder in his hands. Turning it over he stands there, mouth agape and he swears somewhere in the back of his mind he can hear John dryly calling him a genius. Because the binder is very clearly labeled, "RELEASE CODE AND INSTRUCTIONS." Oh. Well then.

Seconds later he's pressing the page up to the glass, frantically motioning to it as a wide-eyed panicked face peeks out from behind it. His fingers wiggle as if to mimic typing on a keyboard. Whether or not Marc will get that is really anyone's guess. ]

( while bob swings round to try and find something useful inside the room, marc's attention is on the water. it's rising, but not in any way that marc would expect. it stops and starts, the ebb and flow sudden and abrupt, and marc reaches the conclusion that it's nothing to do with the storm — or at least, not in any 'a pipe's burst' or 'there's a leak' way, it's something else. it means he can't work out how long bob might have in there before the water's too deep — could be minutes, could be hours — and so he decides he'll work on the assumption it's the former.

(he's drowned before. he knows what it's like. he wouldn't recommend it.)

and then, quite abruptly, bob's pressed up against the glass, that same binder in his hand, and marc's expression shifts towards incredulous, sharp and tight, mouth quirking before— oh. are those symbols? he squints, blinking rainwater out of his eyes and leans closer to the window, ignoring the way his breath fogs up the glass. he doesn't miss bob's panic, but he doesn't know what he can do to relieve it other than find a way in.

he reaches into a pocket and pulls out the shitty phone he'd been able to purchase. ideally, ideally it'd have a camera function and he'd be able to take a photo of the instructions and the code but it doesn't. it reminds him of the first phone he'd ever owned, some unbreakable brick he'd bought in his twenties that'd served him well in the middle east, in africa, in south america, because it didn't seem to matter if it got buried in sand, if he dropped it, if he forgot about it for days on end. the screen's small, but it does give some illumination, and he holds it up to the glass, his free hand cupping it on the other side in an effort to read the text on the page bob's holding up.

part of him really wishes he'd gone with the 'drive the guy's car into the fucking doors' solution, because it'd save a hell of a lot of time.

still.

here they are.

he exhales, an abrupt, frustrated sigh. bob can't hear it, but it's visible in the way that marc's features twist into momentary annoyance. back of the building, he thinks it'd said, and he takes a step back, prepared — reluctantly — to go in search of said panel, before—. )

WAIT HERE, ( he types, holds up to the window. his gaze swings, noticeably, from bob to the page, lingers. (fuck. is he going to remember all of them at once? probably not.) his mouth thins, and then he types into his phone, a record for himself,

MAGEN DAVID, CIRCLES. ARROW, UP. TRIANGLE, DOWN. X, DOT NORTH, TWO SOUTH. TRIANGLES (MOUNTAINS?).

a pause, another glance at the sheet. marc's gaze shifts, just a touch.

SQUIGGLE.

(whatever—. if it's stupid and it works, it's not—.)

and then he's gone. marc doesn't know for how long, it feels like too long by the time he's back. it's not that he looks more dishevelled by the time he returns — the rain covers a multitude of sins in that respect, or at the very least, it's harder for him to look worse — but his gaze doesn't quite settle in any one place, instead drifting to shadows, to corners, to anywhere the pale glow of moonlight doesn't settle.

he doesn't seem to have noticed the blood on his hand, staining the sleeve of his shirt. what he does do is try and seek out bob in the window, try to establish if the doors had opened immediately, or if there's a delay, or if he's done it wrong, or if he's too late—. )

robert "bob" reynolds / mcu

lockdown, a

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BOB!! (also, free samples)

MISS WANDA

BOBBY

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Spoilers welcome, successful game

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slaps down a wildcard because you can't stop me.

BEEP BEEP OUTTA THE WAY

WOW RUDE

YOU DID THE OPPOSITE OF GET OUT OF THE WAY???

free samples! good with spoilers, if it comes up

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lockdown b, let's give bob a chance to save yelena 8D

S O B HE'S GONNA TRY HIS BEST

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