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The Road Trip Meme

the ROAD TRIP meme

You know who likes a good road trip? Everyone likes a good road trip! So aren't you glad you get to go on one now? Of course you are.

How it works:
1. Post with your character, with their name | canon and any preferences in the subject line
2. Someone else tags you. Congratulations, those characters are now on a road trip together! To where? Who cares! We only care about the journey here
3. Go to the RNG and get a random number between 1 and 15 to pick your scenario, or combine numbers or make up your own
4. ???
5. ROAD TRIP STYLED PROFIT!

Scenarios:
1: LOST You should have made a left toin at Albuquerque, or maybe you've been holding the map upside down this whole time! Whatever it is, you're hopelessly LOST. Will you make it back on the path to your destination, or will you find a new adventure? ~~Try not to open any hatches.~~

2: Tourist Trap Okay, you're all for seeing the sights, but World's Biggest Doorstopper? World's Smallest Chicken? World's Noisiest Whistle? Do we really have to stop here, too?

3: Car Trouble Maybe you got a flat tire. Maybe your engine's stalled. Or maybe you just overestimated how far you could get on a half tank of gas. Either way, you're broke down on the side of the road and the nearest station is miles away; better get behind it and push!

4: Bad Weather Driving in the rain? No problem. Driving in torrential downpours or a blinding blizzard? Big problem! Better find a way to get out of the storm fast!

5: When Ya Gotta Go... Didn't I tell you to go before we left? Well, even if you did, maybe you shouldn't have had that 44 ounce Super Big Gulp, because there's not another rest stop for miles. Maybe you can find an empty bottle in the back...

6: Road Delays Stuck in traffic? Stuck at road construction? Stuck in a funeral procession? Bridge out? Whatever it is, it's blocking your way. Do you wait patiently, or maybe find your own way around it.

7: Smokey and the Bandit Oh no, those blue lights behind you can't be good. Maybe you should just pull over and accept your speeding ticket like a decent citizen. Or, maybe you should floor it. High speed chase anyone?

8: Night Driving You decided to drive through the night, and now it's one AM and you're all out of coffee. Wake up a friend and make them help you stay awake; falling asleep at the wheel is dangerous!

9: Ghost Town Boy, this town sure is quiet. And... kind of creepy. Oh God, did something in those corn rows just move? I hear banjo music; DRIVE FASTER!

10: Roadkill Good going, you hit an animal. I sure hope you feel good about yourself. Now you've killed the poor- oh, it's still moving? What do we do now!?
10a: The I Know What You Did Last Summer Edition That animal you hit was a little more human than you care for... oh dear...

11: ROAD RAGE That jerk cut me off! How dare he!? I'll make him pay! Or maybe you cut off a less-than-friendly driver of your own, and now he's after you...

12: Carjacked Awww, that was a good lunch. ...Wait, I know this is where we parked... Dude, where's the car!?!?

13: Hitchhiking Who said you needed a car for a road trip? Stick that thumb out and catch a ride where you're going. Maybe you and a buddy are chillin' with the pigs in a trailer, or maybe that nice looking hitchhiker you picked up down the road is not as nice as you thought...

14: Fantasy Car Roads? Where you're going, you don't need roads. If you're in Doc's DeLorean, anyway. Or maybe the car is really Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Or a spy car. Or the Batmobile. Or a Transformer! Whatever it is, this car is NOT normal.

15: Are We There Yet? Roller's choice! Pick your favorite option, or two, or three, or just roll with whatever feels right!

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[ Damnit, Eliot, you said you knew the way.

This is very clearly not the correct path to their destination. Loki's scowling a bit as he leans nearly halfway out the passenger window, enjoying the wind in his hair at least, but he's not at all happy about the fact that they are certifiably lost and it's all Eliot's fault. ]

See?

[ Huff. Just for fun, he's going to wave his hand and scare that crow in the tree they pass as it's suddenly smacked with a branch. ]

We should have turned left back there.

It's fine, I know where we're goin'.

[And Eliot does know the way. He was not the bit concerned as their drive took them further from civilization with only a few sparse cars along the way. It was nice, actually, to go driving again in his truck without any pressing destinations in mind, Loki's complaining notwithstanding.

And talking of Loki, Eliot glanced over and arched an eyebrow at how the god was half hanging out the window.]

What are you, a dog?

Get back in here before we get pulled over.

[ Sigh.

Even though Loki liked it out here, and was calmer out here - less innocent civilians meant less temptation to be all dastardly - during the warmer months and he could roam about in sunshine and gentle breezes, the god was still restless. He had to go run out and punch a tree or something, something. They had been on this road for hours, and they hadn't come anywhere close to--

... wherever their destination was.

But Eliot was most certainly going the wrong way. He turns only slightly, catching his companion's gaze for a moment, before turning back out the window. ]

Don't order me around, pet, or I will turn your tires into bubble gum.

Now, go faster. Sleipnir could still outrun you. This is boring.

[To be honest, Eliot didn't care as much about the arrival as the drive. The past several jobs he took he had traveled by air regardless of the actual destination. Even the few within the country he flew to save time. Rarely did he have the luxury for a leisurely road trip between jobs and he refused to let the complaining god get to him.]

Oh yeah? Don't see you riding him instead.

[Still, there were few cars around them and nice open stretches in the road. With a boyish grin that turned the long haired retrievalist into a mischievous young man, he put his foot to the pedal and his truck raced forward with a new burst of speed.

Cars flew past them as they sped smoothly over heated asphalt at 100mph. Eliot was a steady tactical driver, not that any tactical driving was required here, but the coffee in his mug never even splashed over a drop.]

Bet this beats your boy, huh.

[Leaving one hand on the wheel, he used his other to twiddle with the radio stations until stopping on one that was playing the Dobie Gray's Drift Away. He hummed it softly to it with a wide smile on his face.]

Because it was deemed his services were far better suited to kings than monsters, and I'll thank you not to mention it again.

[ With a sigh, he slumps back into his seat after experiencing the faster speed for a few moments (whee!), arms folded over his chest and legs crossed. It still wasn't fast enough, they were still lost, and this truck still smelled like old fruit. Loki was planning on being as unpleasant as possible, just for that. ]

And no, it most certainly does not. A pity this road does not take us to Asgard, we could have raced.

[ Still ... the music playing, while still too different to truly appreciate, helped to soothe some of that discomfort and unease. It was pleasant enough. And as he casually glanced over at his companion, he could see the other clearly enjoying it.

Well. Either the music, or tormenting him on this torturously long car ride in the middle of bloody nowhere. ]

Is this all you listen to?

[Realizing he crossed a forbidden line with the mention of the god's son, the retrievalist left the topic alone. Instead, the new topic made it his turn to grump. The way he looked over at the god was mildly defensive when he answered about his music choice.]

Yeah, so?

[With how he shot Loki light glares between glances to the road, it was almost as if he was daring the god to say something bad about what he listened to, not knowing that the god wouldn't be able to tell one style from another anyway.]

It's stuff I listened to growin' up.

[He growled with just a hint of self awareness and obviously having been judged for it sometime in the past.

But the moment passed and the song changed, moving onto something that had Eliot grinning a bit as he sang lightly to it. For a man with such a deep gravelly voice, he carried a tune quite well. Good enough to be professional really, and when he started to smile partway through the song, it lit up his face in a way that made him look his real age, just a young man whose tough exterior aged him beyond his physical years.]

Then what do you listen to? [He asked with a soft scoff

[ It wasn't so much forbidden, but it was still troubling and uncomfortable. Sleipnir had been the fourth child he's had taken from him, and the only one he even knows where he is. But that place is still Asgard, where he serves as Odin's steed, and Loki can't think of too many consequences more degrading than that.

He misses them all, though. And discussing it was difficult. He wasn't sure if he liked Eliot enough for that ... not just yet.

Still, he was better company than most. Loki didn't have anyone else to turn to in Midgard. This was nice. Eliot was pleasant, handsome, dangerous. Intelligent. All good qualities.

A different, but tolerable taste in music. ]

It's not terrible.

[ And with the question-- the god shrugs, propping his chin in his hand as he looks out the window. ]

And I don't listen to anything. Music in Asgard is nothing but harps and flutes. I care little for it.

[ And he's not about to sing for Eliot so that part he leaves unmentioned. ]

Just harps and flutes? Man, ya dunno what you're missin' all these years. [And it was a good thing that Eliot had no idea how many years that really was or he would be truly astounded.]

You and me, we're gonna head down to a bar sometime, listen to some live music.

[He grinned as he glanced sideways at the bored looking god and thinking Loki wasn't looking, his cheery expression fell. He didn't know when they would have the time to go bar hopping in his current lifestyle, living from job to job, literally from day to day. He had no idea when the long list of people he offended may catch up to him, or if the god was even interested in heading out anywhere with him... living like... a mortal.

This car trip, this, it was the closest thing to normalcy they ever did.]

Too many centuries have passed with nothing but. I've adapted, it doesn't mean I've enjoyed it. [ Perhaps that was answer enough ... surely he knew gods were immortal. ] It's been quite a while since I ventured to another realm specifically to listen to something different.

[ The invitation, however, is ... tempting. Loki's become a fan of the wide variety of alcoholic drinks in Midgard. They're far more creative than simple wines or meads. And they have better names. Mojito.

He considers it, as they pass over a bridge across a small river. He reaches his hand out a window, summoning spiral tunnels of water to dance and splash about beneath them as they drive across. ]

Perhaps we should, then.

Centuries, huh. [Well, yeah, he knew Loki was immortal in some way, but, it rarely sank in. It was a weird thought, to think that this being, this god beside him, had been around before western civilization developed and will be still around long after Eliot had been ground to dust.

He refused to give into the moment of insecurity that flashed across his thoughts and focused on Loki being there, beside him, now. Live one day at a time.]

Yeah? [Realizing Loki just agreed, he grinned.] We should. I know just the place too, where we're goin'. [Which Eliot hadn't actually told Loki besides that it will take a long car trip to get there. Heading back to Oklahoma, home country, always did.]

Bet even you'll like it.

Hey, you gettin' hungry?

[ He raises an eyebrow for a moment. Centuries was a common discussion among gods of the other realms, but sometimes he forgets that such a topic isn't discussed so casually among mortals. Because, well, they were mortal. The fact that he will one day watch Eliot's hair turn grey while he remains physically youthful is ... a little more concerning that he'd like it to be, but because it shouldn't, then he pushes the thought from his mind. He's not about to give up his immortality just so he didn't have to watch someone he was fond of grow old.

And that wasn't something he ever thought he'd have to think about. Strange.

The water he was playing with is let go after they pass the bridge, and he casts a glance at his companion at the offer. He's still not sure of where they're going, but Eliot said it would be worth it. ]

Not particularly. [ He shrugs, turning back towards the window. ] Though, I suppose I could stretch my legs for a while.

[It was as close to an agreement Eliot was going to get, and recognizing it, he grinned and nodded his head.] Good, cause I am.

There's a nice diner ahead, been to it a few times whenever I pass by this way.

[Which indicated that one, Eliot did know where he was going and this was a route he traveled often enough to know the landmarks. And two, the diner food was good enough to get even his approval. Eliot might eat anything to survive, but when he had choice, he wouldn't settle for just food.]

They serve the best steak in the state and... [He grinned a little, an expression that was more suggestive than it should be.] Got the prettiest girls to serve'em up.

[ Loki supposed a diner wouldn't be the worst thing. The mortals of Midgard have developed very different ways of cooking and preparing their foods, and while some left something to be desired, there were a few particular delectables he'd turned to fancy.

But he hadn't set foot in a "diner" yet, so. Perhaps this was a day to try something new.

Eliot seemed pretty confident about it. The reason why was revealed a half moment later, with that grin that the trickster knew so very well.

Loki's expression suddenly turned quite dark, seen briefly before he once again turns to stare out the window. Oh, so they're going to a place with the prettiest girls. Were all diners as such, he wonders? ]

Sounds like fun.

[Distracted by thoughts of food, the road, and the break coming up, Eliot didn't catch the quick flash of forbidding expression on the trickster's face. By the time he glanced over to Loki, the god was already looking out the window, something Eliot was used to seeing by now to not suspect anything amiss.]

You'll like it. [He said with certain cheerful confidence as he noted the signs along the road pointing to the next exit. Listings of services included restaurants, one of which was the small place Eliot mentioned earlier.

He spent the next several minutes just humming to the tunes on the radio, singing along to a few oldies, until he finally pulled the car into park in the lot of a small family side diner.]

Maria's Diner. Charmin' lady, one who started this place.

[He got out of the car and rubbed his hands together like a giddy boy.] I'm famished, let's go!

[ Probably a good thing Eliot didn't see it. Loki wasn't at all in the mood to discuss his sudden change in-- well, mood.

"You'll like it," Eliot says. Loki scoffs. ]

Oh, I've no doubt of that.

[ They pull up and stop in front of the diner so very hyped up, and he waits for Eliot to get out of the truck first. He opens the door and steps out, now no longer dressed in fine Asgardian robes but in equally fine "Armani," (or so he was told,) sliding the blazer from his shoulders and letting the truck door close as he turned to follow Eliot to the door. ]

[The two of them must have made quite a sight, with how the retrieval specialist was wearing a simple black long sleeve and a button down tee over top, walking beside the god dressed in a perfectly tailored Armani suit that was several hundred times more expensive than his companion's. Even their hairstyles, with Eliot's open long hair versus Loki's clean slicked cut, were as different as earth and heaven to one another.

Which was just as well considering it really was the difference of mortal and immortal between them.

But not minding it one bit, Eliot grinned widely threw an arm up to pat Loki's back in a rough, reassuring fashion before he led the way in.

The diner was a cozy place, small family style restaurant with only a dozen booths lining the walls and a few individual tables spread about the place. There were several sets of patrons around, but no fear of not enough booths.]

[A middle aged woman closer to her elder years came out from behind the counter when Eliot walked in. Clearly recognizing Eliot, she beamed and waved the two of them over to a vacant seat near the back of the place, close to a back exit and offered a full view of the restaurant. Eliot's favorite spot.]

Darling, it's you!

[Smiling back warmly at the owner, Eliot ducked his head slightly with a charming,] Yes, ma'am. Was just passin' by with a friend.

[ Loki barely had enough time to fold his dress coat over his arms before Eliot was clapping him on the back. The gesture was met with an icy look, one that said he would most definitely remove that hand however necessary if the wolf tried it again.

His mood had soured greatly with their arrival at their current destination, and he wasn't entirely sure if Eliot had even noticed. He supposed that, considering his claim moments ago, that it wasn't all that surprising. Apparently he was focused on one thing now.

Tch.

He follows Eliot inside, only a few steps behind him. A brow arches as they enter and he glances around. This is the fabled diner, is it? Oh, goody, they were slumming it.

They are led to the back table and Loki does not bother giving the woman a second glance, a bit more focused on trying not to step or brush up against anything unsanitary. The booth looks ... decent enough, so he has a seat as he's somewhat introduced to the older woman.

"Passin' by with a friend."

Loki says nothing. He simply folds his coat and sets in on the seat beside hi, hands folded in his lap and his eyes focused on the sugar container on the counter so intently that one would almost think he was trying to count the number of individual granules. ]

[Eliot naturally took the side of the booth that afforded a view of the whole room and a sight of the door, which meant leaving Loki to the side that had his back to it. Still, it was a quiet diner, and Eliot doubted that was the reason the trickster god looked so upset.

Oh, Eliot noticed alright. Not long after sitting down and smiling back at the owner, he already picked up how Loki was practically glaring at the jar of sugar, place was old fashioned enough to not use sugar packs, and the wolf was half afraid the glass container might explode.]

Can I get you two something to start off with?

[Giving Loki a subtle glance, Eliot smiled back at Marie and said quickly,] A Coke and a Sprite to start off with, thanks. We'll be ready to order in a while.

[Taking down their orders, the sweet elderly woman smiled gently with a nod. She didn't even seem to notice Loki's sullen mood, or if she did, it certainly didn't dampen her own.] Alright, sweetie, you just call for me or Julia whenever you're ready.

[Eliot gave her another charming smile, another sweet boy,] Yes, ma'am, as soon as we're ready. [And watched as she left their booth to prepare for their drink.

Only then did Eliot turn a slightly concerned frown towards Loki.] What's the matter with you, man?

[ He didn't need to see the door to make a quick exit if necessary. If any unsavourable company were to enter the place (likely, considering the overall rundown appearance of the diner and the old movies on the television he'd sometimes caught,) he'd be able to sense them, dodge or attack whatever need be. And matter of factly, it was better this way, keeping his back to the rest of the crowd he wasn't at all thrilled to be around in the first place.

Loki says nothing as their drinks are ordered, paying little attention to their waitress. "Sweetie," she calls him. Isn't that just darling.

The sugar in the jar rattles just slightly moments before Eliot turns his attention back to him. But it stops before anything explodes, thankfully. His chin rests in his hand as he avoids the other's gaze. ]

Absolutely nothing, my friend.

[ Tch. ]

Perhaps I was expecting a little more from a place you hold in such high regard, but really, I should know better than to get my hopes up.

[ No sign of these "prettiest ladies to serve you" yet. ]

[Not yet understanding what Loki was all upset about, Eliot sat back and gave the god an amused look.] I come here maybe once a year and that's if I come by that many times. Marie remembered me the third time I was here, man.

Can't find another roadside diner with service like that. And...

[It should be a known rule to never think about people during the day, especially when the one doing the thinking is a god. Fate has a weird sense of humor that way, such that a long legged blonde started walking up behind him soon after the thought was out.

Two tall glasses of soda were placed on the table by the brightly smiling waitress. She couldn't be more than her late twenties, if even that, and was sporting a smile bright enough to contest the sun in its glory.]

A Coke for...

[Eliot helpfully raised up two fingers, smiling his own charming smile the whole while.] Oh, that's here.

[Blushing slightly at Eliot's expression, she giggled and pushed the cola over to Eliot while moving the clear soda in front of Loki.] And a Sprite for you. [She barely gave the god more than a glance before she turned her shy smile back on the beaming Eliot.]

Why, thank you. [Taking a sip of his drink, Eliot grinned a bit and added flirtatiously,] So sweet.

So she has a considerable long term memory despite her age, I'm sure we're all very proud of her for it.

[ It figures. The moment he thinks of it, there one walks right up to them. She's nothing special, Loki notes with a cursory glance. A young woman, clearly trying too hard. But ordinary. Common.

And yet, Eliot seems all the more entranced by her. By an ordinary, common, not at all special mortal woman.

He wonders idly if he's just been deluding himself all this time. It would make sense. And as the two converse, Loki mulls it all over in his mind. It really was nothing more than just ... what it was, then. He should not have been so foolish.

Still, he will blame others before blaming himself. And this woman, however kind she may be, isn't getting away so easily.

He's polite enough in accepting his drink. But just as she turns back to Eliot (and at that moment there were a great number of obscene expletives running through his mind,) his hand under the table turns at the wrist just so, subtle and hidden from any suspicious gazes. And in an instant, the heel of the girl's very high shoes snaps and breaks off.

Loki just raises an eyebrow in feigned surprise as she tumbles. Oh, dear. What a clumsy girl. ]

[Loki shouldn't have done that. It wasn't because of any principle of right or wrong, or even justice on behalf of the lovely girl... but because if Loki wanted to to pay the girl back, breaking her heel did the exact opposite of what he would want.

Just as the girl started to lose her balance, Eliot was out of his seat, lightning fast werewolf reflexes catching the waitress in his arms before she could go down. He caught her and steadied her, and for a moment, they were practically pressed body to body until he stepped back gallantly.]

Oops. [He said with a disarming smile that told her, 'it's fine'.] A little stumble there. You alright? [He held onto her until she regained her footing and even then, kept a steady hand on her elbow. The waitress, of course, was looking strawberry red.]

What? Oh..y..yes! I'm fine... my heel just snapped and... oh, I'm okay.

[He smile genuinely and went back to his seat.] Better be careful, darlin'. Don't wanna twist your ankle.

[The waitress smiled back in embarrassment and excused herself, hurrying out of there as quickly as she could without twisting any limbs. Eliot, meanwhile, watched until she disappeared around the corner before looking back to his sullen partner. He still didn't suspect anything yet.]

Best rattlesnake steak there is. You should try it, man.

[ Oh, of course.

Loki tries his very best not to snarl at her when Eliot just has to fetch her like the hungry dog he is. And plenty of other insulting and degrading thoughts pass his mind, his temper brewing under the surface as the other two flirt right in front of him. As if he wasn't even there.

As if he shouldn't be there, or had no need to be.

As if he wasn't important, or even considered--

The waitress gets away, Eliot says something or other, and Loki's brow twitches for an instant before every single sugar jar on every table suddenly shatters, glass and sugar grains spraying everywhere.

He thought about the other shakers, but Loki wasn't about to storm out in a pepper cloud and risk sneezing himself into a coma. ]

I'm not hungry.

[The noise from the sugar jar explosions had Eliot half out of his seat and instinctively trying to take up a defensive stance in front of Loki before he realized what had happened. As voices of surprised outcries raised across the diner, Eliot dragged himself back into his seat down across from the disgruntled god while looking fairly disgruntled himself.]

What the fuck, Loki!? [The werewolf hissed with borderline anger as he glared across the table at the sulking god.]

What. The. Hell. Are you doin'!?

[Out of deference to the diner and other already startled customers, Eliot kept his voice lowered but the snarl in the werewolf's tone couldn't be ignored. Even with the other customers making noise in the background, thankfully it didn't appear anyone got hurt, Eliot's menacing, sandy growls were easily heard.]

That's goin' too far! If you don't wanna eat, then just say so!

[ An outburst he should have controlled, yes, but one that could not be helped. Loki figured they should all be grateful to him, that he'd only broken sugar jars and not set the gas burners on fire. Hell, it wouldn't take him much more effort that to tear the entire place apart and crush them all under the wreckage, so really. They should count their blessings.

But for a moment, Loki almost wishes he did. Because Eliot can't even see why he'd done it, doesn't see the line he'd crossed. Because dear Eliot is more concerned with everyone else - like the oh so plain waitress in the broken shoes - than he is with ...

The trickster frowns inwardly at himself. He should have known. ]

Fine.

[ He slides out from the booth and stands, refusing to look at the wolf as he turns and begins to head for the door, though not without offering one last call back to his ... "friend." ]

You didn't have to lie to me.

[ Yes, yes, ironic from the god of Lies, he knows. But this was different. ]

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