LET'S [test] DRIVING

[cava]

IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN, YOU KNOW THE DRILL. Here's a few options, all stolen shamelessly from previous iterations.

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters or whatever they're called.
> 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!
> Arts and Crafts Fair. WILL THE KITSCH OVERWHELM YOU


or make up your own whatever this is basic and just for the purposes of getting a new test drive up.

Comments

[sucrosity]

[Not smooth at all, and while part of Yoko appreciates not having to worry about those three packages, she doesn't appreciate being on the floor.

She pushes up enough to make sure she isn't crushing anything, and then turns to look up at this idiot who got in her way and then let her fall over.

Her expression is irritated when she looks at him.] I'm fine.

[The 'no thanks to you' is probably implied. Hmph. She looks back toward the ground, to the mound of supplies, and pushes herself up into a squat so she can tie that shoelace and gather up the supplies. She stacks them with care, examining each box by turns.]

[infinitecombo]

[he resists the urge to reply with "good, maybe next time you'll watch where you're going." She could probably crush his toes with those boots, and he's not that much of a masochist.

He holds out the stuff he rescued.]

Well, a "thanks" would be nice.

[and there goes his big mouth again anyway.]

i was going to apologize for the fact that she's an ass but somehow i think we're good

[sucrosity]

For what, standing in front of somebody who's got too much stuff to see properly? [Her pile made and her shoes tied, she pushes to her feet and plucks her things from his hands, her every movement the picture of huffy indignation.

Her voice is low when she continues speaking, because she's turned around to gather up the whole pile. Mostly because she's no longer speaking to him.]

Next time I'm bringing a shopping bag or five.

"two jerks at a craft fair" sounds like a comedy movie pitch

[infinitecombo]

Yeah, then you'd actually be able to see. And didn't your mom ever tell you to tie your shoes before you leave the house?

[he folds his arms, part of him wanting to smack his forehead into the nearby wall repeatedly. Is he really picking a fight here? With a rude girl at a community craft fair? What has his life become.]

i like it already (omfg i thought i replied to this.... dw....)

[sucrosity]

They were! And didn't your mom tell you not to stand in the middle of where people are walking?

[Admittedly, she's not even sure he was standing, she's just being rude for the sake of it. She carefully begins gathering up her things.]