FIND THE AIRPORT: THE MEME

[timelawd]

FIND THE AIRPORT: THE MEME 1. You are in some random part of the world. Instead of random.org go to MAPCRUNCH.COM and see what location you get when you search a random location. Your character and the character that they respond to are now on a quest to FIND THE AIRPORT. 2. Finding the airport is the only way out of this meme. 3. We don't care if you end up in the middle of Russia, you must FIND THE AIRPORT. 4. Hard mode: No airport finding superpowers may be used. 5. This is based on a tumblr meme, in which users had to find the airport on mapcrunch, no matter where they ended up. It is a hellish game of pain, and now you can play it ICly! 6. art is from http://paintdoktahwho.tumblr.com/ GO.

Comments

(Young) Prince Richard of Windor | Tales of Graces

[windorgale]

[5, Canton of Solothurn, Switzerland.




What's an airport--]

... Though I wasn't there long, I don't think Lhant looked like this. There's no windmills.

...I am. Kind of sorry for this.

[thischickisbananas]

Nah, this definitely isn't Lhant. But don't worry, I'm sure if we walk around enough, we'll eventually find something!

[Gentlemen, behold: Pascal's Perfect Plan.]

Oh gosh, don't be!

[windorgale]

[Well, it's not like they're going to find their way back to Lhant or Barona or wherever this is by just standing about...]

That sounds a good plan if any. [He'd rather not be travelling with a stranger though.] There's a city through thus field, it looks like. Maybe someone there knows where we are.

XD Warning: I haven't finished watching the game yet, so I might be missing some details...

[thischickisbananas]

That sounds like a great plan! [She grabs Richard by the hand.] C'mon, let's go! [It's off to adventure! Unless Richard manages to, like, extract himself from her death grip.]

no man same here, i wouldn't notice a thing...

[windorgale]

Hey-- [It's a Pascal Death Grip, who could possibly escape it? Definitely not a kid his age. Even if he'll try tugging his hand away courteously because you do not touch royalty and etc.

Besides she might be someone who'd try to kill/use him. Even if she... appeared harmless.] Who are you, anyway? Are you a resident of Lhant?

sweeet. |D

[thischickisbananas]

Oh, me? [Biiiig grin.] I'm just Pascal!

[And suddenly there are little cartoon hearts appearing out of nowhere. Don't ask about them, it's just a Pascal thing.]

[windorgale]

[Oh he is so, so tempted to ask... But the matter at hand is far more important.

He needs a name!! Tiger Festival was already used, so... Let's take a look around. A quick glance. Why was it the literal nowhere. Whatever, a diminutive would be fine.] Richie. I'm Richie. Do you mind letting go of my hand, Pascal? I can keep up fine on my own.

[thischickisbananas]

Nice t'meetcha, Richie! [She does let go of his hand, but only because...] C'mon, I'll race ya to that town over there!

[...it's not too far, but it's not exactly the nearest thing ever, either.]

[windorgale]

Very well. Let's start right away.

[Oh boy, racing! Something children love to do! Sure he'll race you, Pascal, but she'll probably win.]

[thischickisbananas]

[And off she goes, whooping through the grass with her arms a-flailin'! She might be a scientist first and foremost, but she built up her endurance running from her sister Fourier all the time. Not to mention that she probably has enough energy reserves to power the entirety of New York City for a month.]

[windorgale]

[What an impressing running form.

-- He's off after her! Not as loud, but definitely trying to catch up with her since she's got the head start. He's still young, so he's got the energy - not to mention his lessons in swordsmanship must've helped with his own stamina and the like! So he'll be just a little behind her, yup.]

[thischickisbananas]

[At this point Pascal's almost forgotten why she was running in the first place. She's just having too much fun to care.

Which is why she fails to notice an empty beer bottle lying on the ground and trips over it. WHAM!]