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

[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?

can the motel give them a room with only a double bed

[ex_question191]

Under the sign that says office, I guess.

[ stiles slurps his shake obnoxiously. he's pretty tired. driving constantly is great, but it takes a lot of concentration, and sometimes that's harder for him than other people. ]

I'll get the bags if you deal with the office, kay Lydia?

pretty sure we're on the same wavelengths because you just read my mind

[afieldsmedal]

But it's raining.

[ which is unusual enough that virtually no one owns an umbrella, let alone thinks to pack one whe traveling. but they're really both damned to get wet, be it while dragging bags from the car or skittering across the parking lot to negotiate terms with the front desk. and what she lacks in upper body strength she could more than make up for in negotiating terms. ]

Ugh. Fine. Don't drop anything.

[ laura ashley products were not waterproof. there's a haughty ruffle to get out of the car and she leaves the door open before trotting briskly to that office building with the sign and lights on inside. ]

[ it takes her a good while to return, and when she does it is with an even swifter kick in her step, a scowl creasing her features and a single room key pressed tightly in hand. ]

yes good

[ex_question191]

[ stiles doesn't drop anything. ]

[ he carefully hauls all of their stuff out of the car piece by piece, and stacks it nearly in the dry area under the stairs that lead to the second story balcony. he looks along the row of doors, decides it's late enough that no-one will steal their stuff, and parks his jeep before running back through the rain. despite his speed, he's pretty soaked, so he's shivering as he kicks back against the wall and eats his burger. the hot food — well, lukewarm, now — helps warm him a little, keeps him occupied until lydia comes storming back. ]

[ she looks so pissed off that for a moment stiles thinks maybe they'd lost the booking, or don't have any rooms, and he'll have to pack everything back in the jeep. they could probably get a hotel room — more expensive, sure, but he had a little emergency money for just that kind of scenario. but no, there's a key in her hand. he stuffs the greasy in-and-out wrapper in his pocket and shoulders up most of the bags, leaving her with only the makeup case. ]

Okay!

[afieldsmedal]

Not good.

[ oh that's a little bit of seething. ]

I distinctly asked for two rooms. Two.

[ of course everything here is made worse by the fact she's wet and cold, that water is getting on the suede heels she hadn't waterproofed and soaking through to her socks. made worse by the fact a brief walk had not immediately assuaged by that brief walk and the smell of the jeep was in her clothes. it's mostly the rain that sucks, but it's the small things that are surmounting to make her downright pissed off. ]

And you know what they gave me?

[ yeah it didn't really take a genius to figure out. sure, the desk people had apologized profusely and tried to assuage her with the promise of extra towels and complementary hot tub use, but they simply didn't have any extra rooms as there was a high school frisbee tournament at one if the large fields they passed and all the rooms have been occupied by players and their parents. all of whom had had long standing reservations and were staying more than one night so they got priority. they were admirable desk people, for they'd stuck to their guns as she'd begun to rage, which had just made her more angry, the brunt of which she is now taking out on the key, holding the small plastic label so the actual key dangled from the ring - solitary and jangling on that little circle of metal - when she thrust it forward for his inspection. ]

[ and for emphasis. ]

One.

[ex_question191]

[ one. ]

[ stiles breathes out hard, with a high-pitched little noise like she just took a boot to his balls. but after a second of looking like he's about to walk towards the light at the end of the tunnel, he pulls himself together. and sure, it's still like the macy's parade inside his head and his brain is already running through three different scenarios in which they have sex, it's just a fantasy. he knows better. ]

Okay. That's cool.

[ he nods, and holds up his hands in a don't-kill-me shrug before she can, well, kill him. ]

I mean, you can have the room. We'll put all the bags in there, and I'll sleep in the jeep.

[ the cold, leaking, not entirely secure jeep. it actually wouldn't be the first time he's done it, and stiles figures this trip is crappy enough already, lydia could probably use a little chivalry. ]

[afieldsmedal]

Your jeep leaks.

[ not to mention is tiny as all hell. if chivalry isn't dead it will be sniffling and strung out on cold medicine tomorrow. ]

[ she's trying her best to calm down, but closing her eyes and breathing forcefully slow just isn't doing it for her. what had gone wrong? she'd called ahead, done her research, and this crappy motel had gotten three stars on yelp - which was two more than any other place within easy driving distance - for their service and downturned bedsheets. and then they'd gone and messed up her reservation and given away their other room to some stupid, smelly mini-sports jocks. ]

[ no, simple breathing and closing her eyes so she didn't roll them right out of their sockets was not enough and lydia makes the very smart move of self-soothing with fingers carting through her decompressing hair. ]

It's going to be fine. They said there are two queen beds.

[ex_question191]

[ two beds. the party in his head dulls down some, but he's also keen, since while he's willing to sleep in the jeep? he doesn't exactly want to. two beds is an okay compromise, even if stiles isn't sure he'll be able to sleep knowing lydia is only the next bed over. ]

Hey, that's not too bad.

[ he keeps his voice soothing, since she looks kinda stressed, and starts hauling their bags towards the room. he heaves his own onto his shoulder (which is probably going to be strained in the morning, thank you, machismo) and plucks the key from her as he passes so he can get the door and she can... well, she can have a moment to herself out under the awning in the rainy carpark. ]

[ he matches the number on the key to the number on the door, humming under his breath as he fumbles it open and then nearly falls inside. he has to put all the bags down before he can grapple for a light-switch, and then he just stands there amid them and looks at the room. ]

[ his pleased expression drops. yeahhhh, he's gonna be sleeping in the jeep after all. ]

Lydia...

[ he calls back to her with growing horror, and then winces to himself. ]

Maaan, you're really not gonna like this.