The Road Trip meme.

[yohko]

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!

 

Comments

[afieldsmedal]

[ the radio's dead, the humor is dead, all road games are pointless, talking's out of the question - aaaaaaand she's bored. ]

You could driver faster and we could get there sooner?

[ex_question191]

It's dark and it's wet and it's totally unfamiliar, excuse me if I feel like going a couple of miles under the speed limit.

[ stiles resolves that if they have an accident, she's going to walk through the rain to get help. ]

[afieldsmedal]

[ his excuse is reasonable but earns an exasperated touch of hand to temple anyway. ]

Are we at least close?

[ex_question191]

Uh, yeah? Shouldn't be too long now.

[ he glances at the low-lit digital clock, which counts to the second: he's always fascinated by the numbers ticking away. ]

Was it my eyeball?

[afieldsmedal]

Your voltmeter.

[ now that they're officially not playing the game by the proper rules, she tries to content herself by picking at her nail beds. that's something she could do in any amount of light, purely by touch, but gives up to shift forward and lean to tap the little dial right by the oil pressure. ]

That one.

[ just, you know, in case he didn't know the names of the objects in his own car and she was playing this game at a much more advanced level than was actually fair. ]

[ex_question191]

[ stiles grins hugely. he loves it, loves it when she isn't afraid to show her intelligence in front of him. ]

I know what a voltmeter is, Lydia.

[ because hello, he's obsessed with every inch of this car. he may not be a mechanic, but he knows his baby backwards. ]

I spy, with my little eye, something that starts wiiiiiith... L!

[afieldsmedal]

Oh. Good.

[ perhaps they were more evenly match than she thou -

nope. this reeks of predictability and borderline adorable stupidity, and she is having none of it, casting around for anything else that started with an l. ]

Lamp post.

[ex_question191]

[ meanwhile, stiles thinks he's a genius. ]

Nope!

[afieldsmedal]

My Laura Ashley toiletries bag.

[ex_question191]

Uhhh no?

[ bemused that she would think he knew what brand her toiletries bag was. ]

Do you need a hint?

[afieldsmedal]

[ he should know, or should at least learn. every girl loved laura ashley products, and the sooner boys learned that the sooner they could stop fretting about what to buy their girlfriends and mothers for christmas. they were nice bags, large enough to fit two hairbrushes and a smaller bag for compacts and eyeliner. lydia enjoyed hers and might have to fetch it from the front seat if his supposed hint made her rip her hair out. (or at least pinch the bridge of her nose and rub her eyes, though the amount of damage control she could do in the dark was...minimal.) ]

Sure. Give me one.

[ex_question191]

It's something you see every day.

[ he flicks the indicator as they turn off the motorway. ]

[afieldsmedal]

Leggings. Licorice. Losers.

[ this is not what trying looks like. ]

Lahey. Labradors.

[ex_question191]

[ seriously though, lydia? stiles waves one hand around. ]

You show me where you can see a Lahey and I'll default the freaking game.

[afieldsmedal]

[ in pressing her lips together to avoid a smirk, a bit of a bemused snort manages to escape instead. ]

Okay, maybe not a Lahey. And not any of the others?

[ex_question191]

Not any of the others.

[ and, a little smugly, ]

So that means I win, right?

[afieldsmedal]

[ oh hell (hale) no. ]

I'm not done guessing, am I?

[ex_question191]

[ he makes a circling motion with his hand: wind it up. ]

Okay. Just tell me when you give up.

[afieldsmedal]

[ if his primary tactic here is rile her up with insinuations of failure (even if only in as stupid a game as this) then... ]

[ it's working pretty well. her stubbornness is colliding with the overarching need to be superior, which has lydia folding her arms across her chest and pushing back moodily in the seat. her eyebrows arch for good measure and gaze finds his reflection in the rear view mirror. ]

Myself, then.

[ex_question191]

Yeah!

[ stiles doesn't know whether he's excited or disappointed. maybe a bit of both. he sounds mostly the former. her guessing it is somehow as much of a win as her giving up. he bangs happily on the steering wheel (narrowly missing the horn.) ]

Wanna get drive-thru?

[afieldsmedal]

Not clever.

[ everyone's a winner then, especially if this proves to be the end of the game. ]

I want to get to the motel.

[ but they had not brought any snacks along for their ride and by now she's hungry enough not to complain if they pull into a jack in the box or in-and-out burgers. ]

[ex_question191]

Yeah, I'm so dumb that you guessed it straight away.

[ he's obviously pleased with himself. and he does stop in at the next... in-and-out? demi you are in charge of writing about american food, it's bad enough i have to pretend i know how to drive. ]

[ wow this action tag just got meta. ]

The motel isn't gonna serve us dinner. Suck it up, beautiful.

[afieldsmedal]

[ oh in-and-out burger, the very epitome of classy american fast food fine dining, specifically californian fast food, though it could be a close cousin to the washingtonian dick's burgers (yes that's a real thing hush and i can't drive either). ]

Shut up.

[ or rather don't shut up because he's on the side with the microphone and thus he's ordering. ]

I want a double-meat, protein style.

[ex_question191]

[ stiles gets a 4x4 and a chocolate thick-shake and two serves of fries as well as lydia's order, because he's a growing boy with the metabolism of a bird. he also pays for the whole thing because he's a goddamn gentleman. ]

[ food does shut him up, though, and he spends the rest of the short drive to the motel stuffing his face with chips and shake, the whole car smelling like burgers. ]

[afieldsmedal]

[ lydia nibbles. it's dainty and ladylike and mostly to preserve her lip gloss because it will remain perfect until she deems to take all her makeup off (it's part of the illusion to unmarred perfection). it also comes in handy for keeping her hands clean, as these burgers are messy, and never having her mouth too full so as to not snap at him to put both hands on the wheel because the food could wait. ]

[ she's done by the time they reach the motel and uses up several napkins before leaning into the front passenger seat and extracting a jacket. ]

Where's the office?