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re_alignment_logs2013-03-09 11:17 pm
skidaddle) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-03-09 11:17 pm
Entry tags:
Joyride
Who: Skids, Commander Shepard, anyone who wants to drop in/get run over
What: Interested in burning a little rubber, two unlikely forces meet to go 'exploring' in the most cathartic way possible: by crashing through piles of junk, ramping over fruit carts, and generally seeing just how good Shepard is behind the wheel.
When: A few days prior to now
Where: All throughout the Junk Pile
Notes:
Anyone is welcome to join in. Most likely if you post, you'll encounter a near-miss of epic proportions, followed by an invitation to ride. Proceed with caution.
One thing that the Lost Light lacked, really, was a decent race track.
It wasn't that Skids was picky, because he wasn't. He wasn't a speedster, he wasn't an athlete, and he didn't 'need' the road beneath his tire-treads to feel alive. It was much, much better without roads, in fact, which made this Cybertron a vacation that he'd never thought he'd have.
No rules. Endless energon.
Titanium fruit carts poised at the perfect 45 degree angle to launch him through a mysteriously convenient flaming hoop.
The only thing to make it better was the company.
"Care to give it a try?"
He'd never had someone actually drive him before, but he was a stickler for having new experiences, and this was already proving as relaxing as a night in the Hub.
~
What: Interested in burning a little rubber, two unlikely forces meet to go 'exploring' in the most cathartic way possible: by crashing through piles of junk, ramping over fruit carts, and generally seeing just how good Shepard is behind the wheel.
When: A few days prior to now
Where: All throughout the Junk Pile
Notes:
Anyone is welcome to join in. Most likely if you post, you'll encounter a near-miss of epic proportions, followed by an invitation to ride. Proceed with caution.
One thing that the Lost Light lacked, really, was a decent race track.
It wasn't that Skids was picky, because he wasn't. He wasn't a speedster, he wasn't an athlete, and he didn't 'need' the road beneath his tire-treads to feel alive. It was much, much better without roads, in fact, which made this Cybertron a vacation that he'd never thought he'd have.
No rules. Endless energon.
Titanium fruit carts poised at the perfect 45 degree angle to launch him through a mysteriously convenient flaming hoop.
The only thing to make it better was the company.
"Care to give it a try?"
He'd never had someone actually drive him before, but he was a stickler for having new experiences, and this was already proving as relaxing as a night in the Hub.
~
I have no car icons, so lets pretend!
Oh, sure, he'd had passengers more than once. It was something you couldn't avoid, here, with the population of aliens. This, however?
"Yes. Yes I am."
He couldn't be more serious. He gave over control to his manual systems, and found that in doing so there was suddenly a new aire of danger and exhilaration to be found.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAA!" It was a cross between a laugh and a scream.
"You sure this is your first time with a Cybertronian?"