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]

I stopped him killing you. That night on the field. Just because—

[ he makes a frustrated noise, and drives a fist into the mattress. he's overtired, and this is a hang-up. ]

I don't need to have cool werewolf powers or- or whatever, okay? I'm not gonna let the people I love get hurt, and that's that.

[ what a stupid time to be arguing with her, but her coldness and sarcasm and the way she pulls away has left him upset and bitter. ]

[afieldsmedal]

If he wanted to kill me, I'd be dead.

[ because in the end, peter hale needed her. he probably didn't know to what extent at the time of the formal, but from what she had learned about werewolves and packs since then spanned several text books that had led her to two conjectures: ]

[ one: alpha's were stronger with a pack - though that was more fact than assumption because damn if no one hesitated to bring up. ]

[ and two: no human could stand up to an alpha werewolf unless they were armed up the wazoo and back like the argents always were. ]

[ lydia rolls her eyes but isn't really sure at what anymore aside from her own stupidity for still being upset about all this. maybe at him, too. because as boldly as he speaks, it's still stupid. ]

If you keep talking like that - and act on what you say -, you're just going to be the one who gets hurt. [ have a little self preservation and suck up the martyrdom; it's making her uncomfortable to sit so close to someone so selfless. ]

[ex_question191]

You think I care?

[ stiles looks over at her in the darkness, his heart hurting with the admission he normally keeps locked up inside himself. he doesn't want to get hurt or humiliated, but if he did, so what? he probably deserved it. there's nothing selfless in his masochism. ]

I'd rather be dead than standing at another freaking funeral, okay?

[ he chokes on the words, voice breaking, and he realizes his eyes have teared up. great. he didn't have a nightmare; he didn't even sleep. it's been a long day and he's tired and now the girl he likes thinks he's even more of an idiot because he's gonna cry in front of her. ]

[ stiles locks his jaw up tight, holds his breath, shoulders tense as he tries to hold off. ]

[afieldsmedal]

[ the realization that she is not the only person in this room suffering from repressed negative emotions hits like a ton of bricks, and lydia turns to look at him with a furrowed brow and parted lips that have nothing to do with the fact her nose is too stuffed up with emotional blockage and snot to let her avoid mouth breathing. ]

[ pity is an unwanted emotion between the two of them; she does not want his pity and she is pretty sure he wouldn't want hers - but they're sitting here, close to tears, and she's never seen him cry before. it's fair, technically, since she cried first in their sophomore year, and while she doesn't think tear puffed cheeks or a ruddy, tearful complexion do much for his features, it definitely makes him look vulnerable. ]

[ which probably isn't much better than pitiful. ]

You should care. [ but it's okay; her sniffles are pathetic too. ] You can't go around preaching that everyone else should value their lives if you don't.

[ex_question191]

Whatever, Lydia. I don't preach.

[ except for those times he gets angry and, well. does exactly that. ]

[ stiles scrubs furiously at his face, at his eyes, trying to cover the fact that a few tears have dripped free. he still feels all coiled up inside, like he's trying to hold back the floodgates on his emotion, and maybe he should just go out into the rain and scream it out, like he used to in freshman year. ]

Ah, fuck.

[ another paw at his eyes. he's not usually that vulgar, for all he says hell, damn, and ass every second word, and the cuss sounds resigned, a little broken. ]

I hate that they did this to you. That he did this.

[ whether he means jackson or peter is not entirely clear. but he's obviously taken a pretty good guess as to the content of the nightmares that are still waking her up after all this time. ]

Made you think you're weak, when - Lydia, you're on of the strongest people I know.

[afieldsmedal]

[ she remembers that night in his room with an arguable mix of clarity and blurriness, a little like a waking dream that she only truly snapped out of at that text that wasn't meant for her and the sound of claws rending skin, the sharp intake of breath of the dying and a pair of angry snarls. she remembers stiles howling at her face, trying to impress a sense of self-worth in her that was lacking when jackson was lacking in her life, and even now - even when they were dating again, and supposedly happy together even when he was distanced by werewolf responsibilities and she by human business. college, the future - the future that had previously included marrying her high school sweetheart, but she didn't know about that anymore. ]

[ of course, the future was changing and they'd yet to encounter a supernatural being with the ability to predict it. if she'd had to fancy a guess a few hours ago though, sitting in a motel bed with stiles and both of them crying had not been in her future either, so the idea fortune seemed to be ever changing. ]

[ he's talking, but just like that time before (before was an ever changing concept as well; before in the car and before two years ago seemed similar distances apart) she doesn't really want to listen to him. the general idea registers: he dismisses what she says (people do that a lot recently) and turns around to insist she's one of the strongest people he knows, but that only makes her blanch because she does not feel particularly strong. she feels more like seeking out reassurance. ]

Really?

[ and that's weak. ]

[ex_question191]

Hell yeah. You've made it through all this stuff...

[ and come out the other side relatively unscathed, though he sees now that the events of their beacon hills supernatural fun times have affected her more than she lets on. ]

[ stiles slides a little closer. he gets this, or he feels like he does. they're the humans of the group, and it's hard to stand next to the kind of power that their lycanthrope friends exude and not feel a little lesser. ]

I mean, you're strong in here.

[ he goes to point to her heart, but she's only in pyjamas and he thinks better of it, taps his own instead. ]

Even if you're not, like, a creature of the freaking night. But what's the alternative? End up like Derek? That dude can punch buildings, sure, but he is a mess, okay. Scott flunked out of high school. Jackson's gotta live with the blood on his hands for the rest of his life. It's scary as shit, but we're the lucky ones.

[afieldsmedal]

[ stuff. dark stuff, scary stuff, bloody stuff. stuff perpetuated by bodily changes, stuff dictated by the lunar cycle, and stuff that never goes how people planned. mccall was supposed to scrape by on a C- average, jackson was supposed to branch out and go to an out of state college on a lacrosse scholarship, and she was supposed to entertain the idea they were dating for a few months before "taking a break" because he's seeing another girl, but they'd get married after they reunited at a high school reunion. they were supposed to stay close but go their separate ways, and lahey, erica, boyd and derek hale were never supposed to be a real part of it. ]

[ but now they're pack - which bothers her to hear, even more to say, because why must they all insist on calling it pack like it is a definitive noun? leaving out a the or a doesn't make it sound anymore cohesive or meaningful or human because they distanced themselves from their animalistic backgrounds by making stylistic choices of identification terms - and they only ones moving away are she and stiles. the only people who are going to have to deal with their emotional baggage by themselves are she and stiles. ]

[ and he thinks she's strong. which is such laughable bullshit she might just have to cry. ]

[ her hands fall to her lap, and her lips curl in, pressed tight and refusing to quiver. ]

[ lydia sniffs, and in a very, very small voice: ]

I don't feel very lucky.

[ex_question191]

Well, you are. You're- you're smart and beautiful, and.

[ and immune, he wants to point out, but maybe he's the only one who thinks that's awesome. instead he's struck by genius, and he reaches down and grabs his pillow, the comforter, tossing the former onto the bed and wrapping himself in the latter as he speaks. ]

And you've got your uh, Stiles in shining armour right here to make sure any horrible beasties turn up, they eat him first.

[ he's nervous at being forthright, but it can't be forward to share the bed with her when they'll be wrapped in different covers, and unlikely to accidentally touch, right? besides, stiles needs sleep if he's gonna drive tomorrow, and he won't be getting any on the floor. ]

It'll seem easier in the morning, promise.

[afieldsmedal]

[ immune, they all whisper as if it's something great, when all it's gotten her is some weird social standing between weak and untouchable in their circle of friends. she's not a werewolf, and can never be one, and blah blah blah no one knows why. she no longer counts it lucky or unlucky, but it's a sore spot. ]

[ she'd brood on it if allowed to. but a rather timely distraction in the form of a stiles in shining armor - what the hell is a stiles in shining armor? - crops up and she's left gaping. ]

Uh, no. What are you doing?

[ because he's a burrito of blankets and talking about tomorrow and she's not sure which is more absurd - beasties or him. ]

[ex_question191]

[ probably him. ]

Going... to sleep?

[ he tries to make his tone sarcastic, but there's genuine hesitance underneath it, because this is a huge boundary-pushing risk. he's not even doing to to be in the bed with her, even though that's a nice bonus, and he fumbles to explain. ]

Look, I have to get up and get back behind the wheel in ohhh less than six hours? Max? So if you don't want us to crash and die tomorrow you're gonna let me stay right where I am, because your little makeshift bed was a sweet gesture but it wasn't really doing much to help me catch the z's. Kapish?

[afieldsmedal]

[ yeah, probably him. ]

[ sleep is a perfectly reasonable thing, lydia likes sleep - but she still stares at him like he's the abominable snowman in swim trunks. she parts her lips, narrows her eyes, and sizes him and his fumbled clarification up. ]

[ and maybe there's something to be said for catching z'a, for in her frazzled woken state, lydia is having difficulty finding fault or reason in his explanation. ]

If you touch me - [ she begins to threaten bodily harm, but her voice fails her and she swallows instead. ] Just... don't drool.

[ex_question191]

No promises.

[ stiles responds muzzily, nuzzling into his pillow. a beat. ]

On the— drooling thing.

[ not the touching thing: he's burritos himself too well for that to be an issue anyway. but he's a mouthbreather, there is likely to be copious amounts of drool on his pillow. he won't apologize for it; it's a motel pillow. even if it's drastically uncool and kinda gross. at least he won't dutch oven her? ]

Night, Lydia.

[afieldsmedal]

[ if he drools, i'll just take the jeep and leave him here, she decides. vindictiveness soothes her apprehension, and though her first clue that this is wrong should be the fact she's resolved not to tell jackson, lydia lays back down and pulls the sheet around herself tightly. ]

[ when she waits in silence for five seconds and the world doesn't explode, she lets out a rather ruffled sigh. ]

Goodnight.