this is a [test] of the emergency broadcast system

[titansno]

TEST DRIVE MEME

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION, HOW FUN
> The most horribly kitschy Arts and Crafts Fair you can imagine.
> Wild Card! Make up your own.

Comments

[midgarhorizon]

Knew it. I never forget a face. [He holds out a hand for a shake.] Roan Casey, Special Effects.

[At least that'll explain why he's covered in fake blood looking like he'd just gotten shot half a dozen times.]

[atouchofstrife]

[well. at least he isn't sobbing about how much he loved Cloud's racing or stupid stuff like that. so he'll play nice here and shake his hand]

Cloud Strife, junk yard owner.

[midgarhorizon]

Junk yard owner, huh? Good business? I heard what happened to ya... bad blow man. You still racin' any on the side? [Not sobbing no, but he does seem like he misses watching the races.]

[atouchofstrife]

It pays and I can build anything I want out of the scraps no one else wants.

No. Nothing like that. I do teach people how to drive but that's not racing.

[midgarhorizon]

Ah, sorry. [It suddenly dawns on him that maybe that was a bit insensitive, whoops.] You mean like scrap art or something?

[atouchofstrife]

I built a bike out of all the parts I've found. Stuff like that.

[He just shrugs a little, at least thankful that Roan wasn't pushing the issue.]

[midgarhorizon]

Heh, pretty cool. Sorta a bike buff myself, but I don't get to play with 'em as much as I like. [Long hours and little free time will do that, though.]

[atouchofstrife]

I work on it in my spare time but I guess having access to a bunch of parts makes it easier for me.

[midgarhorizon]

[He nods, then seems to brighten up a lot.] Hey, do you have a business card or somethin'? We're always looking for clunkers to blow up on set.

[atouchofstrife]

I think so. [It takes him a moment to dig out his wallet and find his cards before pulling one out and handing it over.]

Just don't go blabbing to everyone about the past.

[midgarhorizon]

Now why would I wanna go and do a thing like that?

[Taking the card, he slides it into the front pocket of his jacket.]

This'll be a professional secret.

[atouchofstrife]

Some people like to talk.

[after all, he was still sort of a celebrity in some circles. it doesn't help that he got his racing start from a fluke or that the accident had a slight stink of being rigged by someone.]

Thanks.

[midgarhorizon]

[It's not like he doesn't work with actors on a regular basis or anything.]

Nah, no problem. The job's not bad but leakin' info on the gigs can get you fired. I'm used to it.

[atouchofstrife]

[it's Cloud; he has a reason to be paranoid]

I can imagine.

[midgarhorizon]

Also used to people bargin' on set goin' after the celebrities, y'know? It's a tough break sometimes.