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

[counterclock]

[What the fuck kind of unobservant douche is doing graffiti with all these fucking cops out? Avery would let him just burn in his shitty vandal hell, but unfortunately she still has a tiny bit of a moral compass left, so she looks around uncomfortably like some shady motherfucker and then kicks the can back into the alley, before following it a second later.

Through the darkness, she squints at the spraypainting douche.] Hey, fuckhead. What do you think you're doing? [V. polite, obvs.] There's cops up the asshole around here, you're going to get your tits busted.

[inesse]

[This particular unobservant douche has, in fact, been quite observant. He's managed to tag about six walls (in various parts of the city, it would be stupid to do it all in one place, duh) without getting caught yet.

So. He's pretty unimpressed.]

Contributing to the local city beautification project. [Nope. He... doesn't even bother looking up at her.] Originally it was going to be fandango, but, jesus christ you should see the look on the dude's face when you ask for fandango. It's like suddenly he's this alien and the thing you asked for is actually some weird alien aphrodisiac or some shit and he can't tell if you're coming onto him, or if you're just proposing something especially scandalous.

[counterclock]

What the fuck is fandango?

[Is apparently what Avery got out of all that.]

Look, brosis, I'm just saying. There are cops crawling all up and down this stretch like pubic lice on a particularly hairy asscrack, just looking for some nice pieces to sink their nasty itchy fangs into. I wouldn't keep around here. [She kicks the empty can at him to get his attention, since he isn't even looking at her.]

They won't fuck around. They're out for blood. Beautification ain't worth getting the shit whaled out of you.

[inesse]

Haha, really? Oh my god -- [The movement of the can in the corner of his vision gets his attention, and he turns just in time to sort of... send it spiraling back in her direction with the inside of his foot.] How do you not know what the fuck fandango is?

Anyway, here's the thing about Fatty McDonut and the Peanut Gallery... you can't whale the shit out of anyone if you can't catch 'em. This is le mural sex [Six; and he's sure to put a noticeable amount of emphasis on the word.] for me, and those assholes are still scratching their greasy heads in confusion over it. By the time they figure it out, jack will be hitting the road and comin' back no more, no more, no more.

[And that is all there is to say on the matter.

The boy tosses the can of paint he's holding in the air once, catches it, and gives it a little clicky shake. She can't see it, but he's looking at her pretty closely behind his sunglasses.]

Also hey. Nice shades.