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Road Trip!

These guys quit their jobs right before their epic trip.

The Road Trip Meme

How To:
1. Post with your character and the usual information in the subject line and/or comment box. Be sure to include preferences!
2. Others tag you, and will you look at that, you're now on a road trip together! For some reason.
3. Optionally, roll from 1-16 to get your scenario.
4. Have fun and be excellent to each other!

Taken and slightly modified from this previous meme.

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; either fix it yourself or you 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; CAN'T YOU DRIVE ANY 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 KITT. Or the Batmobile. Or a Transformer! Whatever it is, this car is NOT normal.

15: Road Head Obligatory sex-in-the-car option. Pulling over is the better and safer idea but some people just can't stop...

16: 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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"Heheheh. Yeah. I'm like Papyrus. You couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

Naturally.

Sans holds his ketchup out and closes one eye like he's sizing up the enormous ketchup tower in front of them. He's quiet again for a second, just enjoying the moment right along with Mettaton.

He might as well be at least a little honest. It's not like he was 100% lip-locked all the time. He doesn't even have lips.

"... heh. I'll be straight with ya. I'm not... all that good at the big brother thing sometimes. Long story. So it's good to know he's got friend he can rely on too, besides me."

Not everyone was out to hurt his brother. Papyrus wasn't a child, he knew that. Actually, he looked up to his brother in a lot of ways. Here, on the surface, he could look after his brother in ways he couldn't before. It was just hard to forget all the times he couldn't.

Whatever. Things were different now, right? ... He hoped.

I hope you wore your walking shoes.

[Ianto did not.

Or his walking clothes, for that matter. This suit is going to need professional cleaning by the time they hit cell phone reception.]

Shall we?

[He's starting out at a brisk walk, trying not to scowl too much. It's not at Owen, who, with the swearing, is really just reflecting everything Ianto feels about the situation. It's just that he's already seeing heel blisters in his future, and also seeing how hard Jack is going to laugh when they explain the situation....]

Stay here by the stairs. If you hear anything, go -- I'll be right behind you.

[Mulder prowls deeper into the basement. Eri's right, there's a lot of furniture in here. Could there be a door concealed behind one of the filing cabinets? Or the chairs? The penlight isn't much, but it's enough to show the details of the walls as his own vision starts to adjust.

Suddenly, from the side, something hits him like a 300-pound linebacker. He tumbles sideways with a startled yell, collapsing against a desk that feels like it's just left a permanent imprint on his thigh, and swings around. It's the thing he saw before. It's running on all fours, but he's sure the head is human-shaped, with a flat face and a round, hairless skull.]

Eri! Run!

That's... not what the robot was expecting. It's probably sad. He's so used to seeing Sans as aloof and humorous that it's hard to remember there's a person underneath the smile. A person with the occasional doubt, like himself.

Mettaton decides he doesn't like it. At least not the doubt.

With a hiss, the joint connecting his hand to his arm pops open and a cold MTT-brand Carbonated Beverage bottle falls out of the hollow metal. He was going to save this until he was with his band, but this called for drinks.

He holds it out between his fingers, waiting for Sans to connect them in a little toast. "To family?"

... Somehow, the fact that MTT could keep brewskis in his arm doesn't surprise him. A pause passes. Then, slowly, the skeleton nods. He meets the other halfway, toasting with his ketchup bottle in a not-so-click.

"Family. I like that."

Post-toast, his phone buzzes. Sans blinks and pulls it out of his jacket. After a moment, he grins.

"So Papyrus doesn't believe that I'm at the world's biggest bottle of ketchup."

Which is why he's going to take a picture of it, carefully making sure he gets his awful slippers in the shot.

Edited (thought of something) 2016-01-27 04:47 (UTC)

[Mikleo's quick to jerk his eyes back to the road, cheeks turning pink. He's completely caught in his lie.]

Fine, fine. Sit back before you hurt yourself.

[But he's slowly smiling himself.] I wonder what we'll find there.

[Eri stays by the stairs as instructed, watching him walk ahead, thankful for the darkness that masked her uneasiness. She shifted uncomfortably while she waited. Her spirit companion going deathly still, its attention seemingly focused on Mulder. Or possibly something ahead of Mulder.

Oh, please, don't hurt him, she thinks when she sees the pen light jostled in some kind of commotion up ahead. She hears Mulder shout and sees a brief glimpse of something humanoid and large running on all fours charge past him. It's moving fast, much faster than it had been before. Had this been some sort of trap? Had it lured them into the basement in order to ambush them?

There's no time to think now. It's coming straight for her. She has to get out of there but she's not leaving Mulder behind. There's a swift blur as her shadow darts forward to intercept the creature. It tackles it mid-charge, locking ghostly talons into its flesh and sending both spirit and beast smashing into a filing cabinet.

To normal eyes, it just looks the laws of physics are taking the day off.

There's no time to explain though judging from Eri's expression, she's not the least bit surprised by this turn of events.]

Time to go! Hurry while it's busy!

[Eri heads back up the stairs.]

Edited 2016-01-27 07:46 (UTC)

I don't know, but I'm sure we'll have fun finding whatever is in there! [he sits back and turns his attention to the scenery outside.] Maybe we'll find some geodes?

"We'll manage. He'll probably not even notice if we're delayed a day or two."

Mia lifted a hand, gesturing for Bran to come closer so she might wind a blanket around him. Stripping down didn't seem like much of an option just now, with them out in the open like this, but Maker. If he caught a cold, of all things.

They'd certainly seen worse, but that was no reason to invite it.

"Hmm, beach? We could have a walk, maybe check out the caves," he suggests.

It's not the great clink he was hoping for, it but works. It's a distraction. That's all it needs to be.

He's taking a sip when the phone goes off. Aww, sugarskull... He should be here with them. It's only fair.

But wait, a photo?? He's into it! And so is his leg!! Because he's trying to stretch it into the frame.

"Nice."

Sans snaps the picture and looks over his phone. He holds up the picture to Mettaton for a moment, then starts a new text.

"'Better believe it, bro. Me and MTT are ketching up.'"

Cassie is in the passenger's seat, contemplating the changing view outside. The dry Mojave has given way to a vast expanse of mountains and trees. They can't be far from Flagstaff now.

This hadn't been part of her weekend plans. Or any kind of plan, really. Sonya had knocked on her door and told her to forget her exercises, drop everything, pack her things and come on a roadtrip; her leave had been extended. To say that this isn't like her mother is the understatement of the millennium. Still, she had insisted on picking the music.

The car has been silent for the last hour, save for the relaxing twang of country music. It's not a bad silence - in fact, the vibe in here is pretty good. But Cassie decides it's about time she broke it.

"So, you gonna actually tell me where we're going?"

Edited 2016-01-28 04:00 (UTC)

He couldn’t help feeling a little put out by the thought that their brother wouldn’t wonder at their delay. Then again, Mia’s usually right about these things. From what little they’ve heard, Cullen’s quite busy with his duties and what will a few days’ time matter?

“We may be stuck here for the night,” he sighed as he moved closer. Oh, he had dry things to change into, but there’s a certain etiquette among travelers. Stripping down in broad daylight wasn’t a good way to endear oneself to one’s fellow travelers. He smiled brightly, despite the circumstances. “How shall we pass the time?”

"Definitely need to eat and sleep soon, then," she says. "There was a tide timetable on the reception desk. It's low tide before breakfast, so the caves will be half underwater at least by early afternoon."

She sighs, and peels herself away, getting to her feet and stretching out of habit more than need. "Come on. And if you get into any card games I promise I'll look over their shoulders and tell you what they've got."

She gives him a quick grin, aiming for playful and hoping the promise of mischief makes him smile.

"Mmheehahahaha!" Ugh, he was doing that awful, breathless laugh he always ended up doing whenever his boyfriend was involved. It was so embarrassing when it wasn't around just him! Mettaton's already covering his mouth as he imagines the punrage.

He does a mock swoon once he controls himself enough. Stupid adorable skeleton. "Tell him I'll be back to see him tomorrow night! I wanted it to be today, but if I miss one more rehearsal, dearest Napstablook might start getting saucy with me."

Holy crap, Sans wishes he was recording that. He quirks yet another "eyebrow" at Mettaton, then grins and looks back at his phone.

TAKTAKTAKTAKTAK.

"Got it. That and..." At this point, he starts mumbling to himself as he types. "'Also going to the store later'... 'you want anything'... hmh. Think they got that ice cream he likes on sale, too..."

Point being, he's not as bad at being a brother as he says he is.

He lifts his head.

"He likes strawberry, by the way."

TAKE NOTES.

While the road trip was a surprise to Cassie, in truth, Sonya had been planning it almost soon as they'd departed from Outworld. After Outworld and the Blood Code ordeal, knowing she had to tell all of this to her staff..and notify the families of the men who'd been killed in action..she had to get away. She'd told Johnny she'd sacrificed time with her daughter to ensure her safety, and it bit her in the ass with a vengence. Now, was her own version of payback.

The X radio station was a deliberate choice, the old country she grew up with and not the popish kind of the 90s. She wanted something relaxing, but not enough to put her to sleep. She kept an eye on the road, trying to convince herself that for once she wasn't a colonel in the army, just a woman trying to salvage something of a relationship with her daughter. "Right now, we're on the way to the Grand Canyon."

Touristy, yes, cliche, very, but she couldn't bring herself to care. They were going on a road trip, along with all the touristy, sighting that included, both of them deserved that much.

Edited 2016-01-29 17:18 (UTC)

Sans was better at being family than Mettaton, at least. Not as if that's hard... It's nice seeing him texting his brother happily again instead of doubting himself. Mission accomplished.

And... Oh! Strawberry ice cream? He nods his head, saving that information for later use. There has to be an occasion. Maybe a strawberry Starfait?? A. Strawfait?

Ugh, that's like three puns stacked on one another. That's two too many.

Ah. As nice as this bonding is, the sun seems really close to setting. He bounces his heel against the car's bumper, waiting for Sans to finish. "You about ready, darling? I wasn't kidding about those rehearsals."

"Huh?"

Sans had just sent off his message when MTT gets his attention again. He looks up.

"Oh, right. Yeah. I'm ready." Being the shorter one, especially compared to a goddamn beast like Mettaton, it takes him a second to slide off the hood. But he's good.

It was a good talk. Besides, he killed two birds with one stone. The Papyrus Protection Squad was formed, and he got to look at a giant bottle of ketchup. He looks up at it with one last tiny grin.

"I'll take ya back. I know a shortcut."

"Do you still have that pack of cards? We could probably manage a round or two of Wicked Grace while we wait for the weather to dry." Not that it would make them any drier, but it would make the traveling a bit easier. Perhaps until they could find somewhere to see to their clothing.

Until then, she'd made the best out of worse.

One hand came up absently to try and tame Bran's damp curls, brushing them out of his face.

Doesn't always pay off to be fashionably dressed, now does it Ianto? [Owen smirks. As per usual he was wearing casual clothes. Not something he'd wear if he knew they would traverse through much and other countryside dirt. But it's better than what Ianto is wearing.]

After you.

[He follows after Ianto wearing a similar look on his face. He quietly counted in his head how many steps they would have to take to reach the main road. He gave up after awhile. This would not be a fun walk, that's for sure.]

"It's been a while since I saw that," Cassie says. "Think I was, like, eight the last time?"

She took a deep breath, forcing back tears. Of all the time away, she never saw the places as a tourist or visitor, always as an officer. Once and awhile, she'd come home with the intention of seeing those places, but then hearing how John'd already taken Cassie to such trips, and how happy they were. Such times, Sonya didn't feel as part of a family, but as a working guess.

"Well, I haven't been." She steadied her breathing. "I've never traveled just for pleasure and recreation." Always for duty.

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