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The Road Trip Meme
THELMA AND LOUISE

1. Post with your character(s) and include preferences (if any)
2. Comment to other threads after going to RNG and randomising a number between 1 and 6 for your Vehicle, and between one and seven for your Situation.
2A. Optionally, use the RNG to determine your Relationship.
3. Tag like the wind!

Choose Your Vehicle:
1. You're in a tiny, tiny car. Awkward, especially for tall/wide characters.
2. A sporty convertible, sure to turn heads and cause avarice!
3. A solid sedan with room for two and a comfy back seat (if necessary).
4. A roomy van with room for pets, extra snacks, what have you.
5. A SPECIAL car! KITT? Chitty Chitty Bang Bang? Bumblebee? The choice is yours!
6. Cars? We don't need no stinkin' cars! This is now a bicycle road trip. Or a motorcycle road trip. Maybe a TRON lightcycle road (grid) trip?

Choose Your Situation:
ONE. The weather's frightful for travel, suddenly. Hail, snow, tornadoes, rain of burning angel feathers...take your pick.
TWO. You've pulled over at Lookout Point, a well-used makeout spot. Have you been here before? Are you planning to use your time wisely?
THREE. You are lost. Completely and utterly lost. Will you stop and ask for directions, or just keep going and pretend nothing is wrong?
FOUR. You've pulled over to stretch your legs when suddenly you are interrupted by a cattle stampede/a zombie horde/a swarm of bees/the car rolling away/etc.
FIVE. You've stopped for a break at what appears to be the seediest truck stop/honkytonk bar/strip joint in the known universe. Let's hope the natives are friendly.
SIX. Your vehicle has broken down. In the middle of nowhere. Now what?
SEVEN. Choose your own adventure!

Optional – Choose your Relationship:
ONE. You're business partners, on your way to that big meeting.
TWO. You're college bffs/roommates on your last hurrah before you join the 'real world.'
THREE. You're a young couple on your honeymoon! I hope this doesn't ruin your relationship.
FOUR. You're siblings. Whether this is a trip to reconnect or to fix things or to just deepen your bond is up to you.
FIVE. You're a parent and child! It's like a family vacation for the two of you. Try not to get on each others' nerves too much?

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[There she stood. Side of the road, no sign of life for miles. How the hell she managed to get a bicycle this far out of Seattle is a mystery even to her, and she wonders how she was talked into this.

Oh. Right. Rube gave some crap reason - team bonding events is what he said. Mason had fallen off five times before just giving up, Daisy was a no show, and Roxy left her in the dust. Rube? Nowhere to be seen.

George kicks the bike as hard as she can, letting out a curse as it falls back onto her other foot.]

This is bullshit. I'm hitching.

[With that, she shoves her hand angrily out toward the road and jacks her thumb up. She's too pissed to care about who picks her up.]

Today must be her lucky day? The first car that comes along looks like it's held together with rust, a big old four-door sedan that's seen better days. It rolls to a stop, though, and the driver leans over and pops open the passenger door. He looks only slightly better than his vehicle, shabby and in need of a shave, with short wild hair and an intense grey gaze that takes her in with skepticism. He's headed away from the city.

It hopefully was going to turn into her lucky day - George eyed the guy with just as much skepticism. The state of the car wasn't too big of a deal, at least he had one. And that's really the only requirement she needed.

"Anyway I can get a ride? My co-workers left me behind, and I can't take anymore of this bicycle crap," she jabs a finger in the direction of the bike, perfectly happy to leave it there. It wasn't hers, it was a rental, and she gave no shits what happened to it.

He, in turn, is assessing whether or not this was somebody he really wants to pick up. His gaze shifted off her briefly, and onto the bike. "Want me to load that into the trunk?" For somebody driving a rustbucket, he's ready to be kinder to her bike than she is. He also has one of the more bizarre accents she's ever heard. There's some hints of French, but it's all muddled with bits of other parts of Europe and the world at large, and his voice is raspy and hoarse.

She does cock her head a bit at the accent, but she understands what he's asking and shakes her no. "Nah, it can die a painful death here by the road. Nobody'll miss it."

George certainly won't. "I just need a ride somewhere so I can catch a bus."

"...That bad?" He looks just a little amused, although the smirk is a brief flash in an otherwise serious countenance. "Where were you headed?"

"You don't even know," George rolls her eyes as she speaks, her expression alone saying just how much she loathed the bike.

"Actually, I should be getting back to Seattle. Since you're already coming from there, maybe you could drop me off at a gas station nearby or something?"

If she couldn't catch a bus, if all else fails, she could call Delores. Something she wasn't looking forward to.

He considers a moment, giving her time to get in and get settled. "I'm not in any hurry, and it's not too far to go back." He runs a hand through his hair, but he's thinking that if it takes too long he can always convince Duncan to let him crash on his couch one more night. He glances around before making the u-turn, careful not to get too near the abandoned bike.

"...Connor MacLeod. What kind of job do you have that makes you ride way out here?"

George settles back in the seat, thankful to be off the road. "Thanks. My name's George. It was one of those team building events they always talk about at corporate things."

Rolling her eyes, she sighs as she thinks back to both of her jobs. "I do freelance work. Lots of data entry."

Technically true, in a sense. Vague is always a good way to go.

"Oh." He scratches at his jaw a little, the stubble making it into a sandpapery sound. "I avoid corporate things." He looks like it, too.

"That sounds..." He waves one hand around a little, vaguely, but the other one is on the steering wheel and his eyes are on the road. He seems unsure how to end that with anything other than 'boring'.

"I'm starting to think I should avoid them too," she grumbled, sliding down in her seat a bit in a slouch.

His vague hand waving makes her raise her eyebrows, then smirk. There really is no way to describe what she does without actually giving it away, or sounding like a crazy person. So she shrugs.

"Hey, it pays the bills. That's all I need. What do you do?"

Connor gives a nod, because he can understand the practicality of it. He's a very practical man, he just happens to be a practical man with several overseas bank accounts. "I'm... between jobs, right now, but I was an antiques dealer." Also true, even if that was only his last job in a long line of many.

George always associated antiques dealers with really old men. Usually of the crabby variety. She eyes him for a second before pushing it aside. Really, like she is in any position to think it sounds funny.

"Sounds fun," she tries to make this not sound like she thinks otherwise. Staring out the window, she marvels again at how far she managed to travel. "I can't believe they conned me into doing this bike shit."

"So, Connor, you from around here?" It's the kind of small talk that annoys her, but she's feeling pretty chatty considering the crappy day she's had so far.

She might be surprised at just how old he is, but he doesn't look over thirty, if that.

"Heh. Do I sound like I'm from around here?" He smiles a little, because he knows just how strange his accent is. "I was visiting my cousin. He lives here." He pauses thoughtfully. "Your coworkers were supposed to meet you way out here?"

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