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ROAD TRIP MEME

How To:
1. Post with your character and 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 1-15 to get your scenario.
4. ???
5. JACKPOT.

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; 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 a spy car. Or the Batmobile. Or a Transformer! Whatever it is, this car is NOT normal.

15: Are We There Yet? Roller's choice! Pick your favorite option, or two, or three, or just roll with whatever feels right!

Comments

hey, Tifa's a... handful, okay? That's all I'm sayin!

[more_than_words]

[His reaction - oh, he looked so very much like an insulted chocobo flaring his crest, Tifa could all but see his hair fluffing - didn't help and the laughter came again, somewhere between a hiccup and a snort as she slapped her clean glove over her mouth to try to hide it. The apology was on the tip of her tongue, just waiting for the laughter to stop, but before that could happen she caught that dangerous flash of white in his face and his advance. Her own eyes went absolutely huge in her face as she started to backpedal with a bit more earnestness and she held out her muddy hand by way of protest. Despite all the signs, she hadn't expected him to actually throw the mud at her however and the sound that shocked out of her when she actually felt the sludgy impact was luckily muffled behind her glove.

had he just...?! At her!

The quick narrowing down of her eyes was warning enough and really the only logical response to an assault of that kind. In her childhood, Tifa hadn't just been Snowball Throwing champ for nothing. There was no doubt at all that it was on and luckily the entire length of the buggy was caked with ammunition for her. If he wanted a mud ball fight on his hands, he had it. No one threw mud at Tifa Lockheart and got away with it.]

Cloud Strife!

[It only took seconds from the time the mud hit and slid down her leg to the return flurry of mudballs in Cloud's direction, Tifa skipping backward to stay out of arms range. Mudman or not, he was going down!]

you never know i could have freakishly gigantic hands

[kinetosis]

[ He knew, instinctively, that there was nothing really dangerous heading his way. (Except for maybe whatever monster they'd already attracted with all this noise - but he wasn't very worried about that possibility, at the moment, either.) And yet, the second she uttered his full name in that positively livid tone of voice, a guilty shock struck him off-guard, halted his step as he gave slow-motion chase and made him rethink his lack of caution. It was like getting caught coming in well after curfew, or called out for sneaking sweets before dinner. That essential childhood wrong that should've always precipitated an immediate and offended announcement of the perpetrator's full name. The kind of thing better remembered by sense than true memory.

So it made sense that her first few volleys were bullseyes, given that he was far too busy struggling with the sudden urge to apologize awkwardly and back off to expect any further mud assault.

If they hadn't been, though, probably the rest of the day's trouble could have been avoided.

Another thing he knew without needing to think it was that there was no way in the world he could hold up a fight against Tifa's marksmanship. His own ability to accurately hurl wads of anything wasn't quite up to snuff, and even the defensive line was cut short by how difficult it was to block something as substantially insubstantial as wet earth. The best he could do was deflect the spatter to the rest of himself, away from what little of his face remained clean, as he settled on a plan of action. One that didn't involve diving behind the buggy and begging for mercy. (And forgiveness.)

Granted, diving at her probably wasn't going to win him any awards for best strategy, either - but there were precious few other options. Watching her nail the other kids with solidly-packed balls of snow hadn't completely vacated the lucid sphere of his fractured memories, after all. He had nothing to lose. (And nothing to gain, but priorities were an unwieldy behemoth on the mind.) ]

[more_than_words]

[There was, somewhere in the far back of her mind where current thought wasn't allowed, a part of her that recognized how childish all of this was and - if it had been allowed as a cognizant thought, it was quite possible that she would have decided that maybe that was a good thing for both of them. At the moment, however, she was too busy slinging mud, literally, to concentrate on things like stunted psychology and repression techniques.

She saw the intent in his eyes and in the shift of his chest before he even moved, battle reflexes kicking in even as her eyes widened in utter alarm. Out of the mud pit, they still weren't entirely on dry ground and her spur of the moment jerk backward in retreat had the sole of her boot losing sudden traction and slipping out from under her in the muck halfway through his launch. What he found in response, instead of an attempted dodge, were a pair of muddy hands grabbing desperately for him and something that sounded suspiciously like a quietly girly yelp of surprise.

Gravity took care of the rest.]