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

[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.]