059. Carouselambra

[samson]

[Dictated.]

I need a couple people to tag along on this Dead Zone-friendly car race thing. It's gonna look dumb if it's just one guy driving it, basically, so I guess consider this an open invitation. Plus I should probably figure out how much weight it can take before it slows down.

It can take about three more people, since there's gonna be me and the driver already.

[Molotov Cocktease]
[Flatly.] So are you going to drive this thing or do I need to get somebody else.
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[Meanwhile, Brock can be found out by his cabin, working on a steam-powered car for this thing. He's making okay progress on the steam engine, considering he was interrupted for about a week by the appearance of his magical impossible castle daughter, and the chassis is pretty much done. Since it's Brock, it's about as muscle car-looking in appearance as possible, though the size of the steam engine makes the design look a bit off.]

Comments

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[Watch Spike act like it hasn't been a pretty long while since they spoke. Just going to pick up where they left off.]

There's a Dead Zone car race?

dictated;

[samson]

[Welp, Brock is going to do the same thing. Between hovering over his injured wife for weeks and then taking care of a magic baby, he's pretty much unaware of anything that happened to anybody over the past month.]

Yeah, it's... hang on. [Page number...]

I guess people are sick of riding horses all the time out there.

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike is fine with that. Sometimes being there for someone means not asking as far as he's concerned. He takes a moment to read back, intrigued...]

Have you tried it out yet?

[mal_addict]

You want me to ride in a car.

[Can you hear the disdain in her voice, Brock. CAN YOU?]

[samson]

Maybe you weren't invited.

[YEAH.]

[mal_addict]

[Innocently]

Then why can I see the entry at all?

[wolfchild]

A car?

[samson]

Yeah. One of those big metal, uh... horseless carriages. [That's period-appropriate, right...]

[wolfchild]

If all you want is to see how much weight it bears, can't you fill it up with things?

Brock

[molotov]

[Voice so flat:] No.

Molotov

[samson]

Why the hell not?

Brock

[molotov]

Because it is stupid as all hell?

[rogueofheart]

[Well, Nepeta does need a distraction.]

I will go. I can be your backup driver.

[samson]

Can you drive a car? Like... an Earth car...

[rogueofheart]

Nope. But I can learn.

[whistles_the_blues]

[Well Brock, there's a robot with ridiculous hair and sunglasses wandering by your cabin today. He'll wander around quietly to check out the car before speaking up.]

Interesting design choice.

[samson]

[Brock has the hood up, making some minor adjustments to the engine, which is in the back of the car due to it being so big. He glances up.]

Thanks. Hey, you're Break, right?

[whistles_the_blues]

[It takes him just a moment to recognize the voice.]

I am, and you're Brock?

[onehundred]

Dead Zone sounds appealing.

[samson]

It's kind of boring if you're normal.

[onehundred]

[ He tries to make sense of that sentence... ]

What do you mean?

[last_rat_standing]

[He reads over the other conversations, flipping back to look over the original open invitation for the race... two days after his resurrection. That explains why he hadn't seen it.]

That certainly sounds intriguing.

[samson]

[What up Bond.]

Yeah, it keeps me busy, anyway. No clue what my competition's like.

written;

[nukeoleptic]

good luck finding someone to go with you!!!!
and also your dog is awesome :o

written;

[samson]

Thanks.

[who is... oh, it's that Jade girl.]

Is he giving you any problems?