The Race: Starting Line

[mister_stoic]

Everyone participating in the race found themselves waking up in a car with their teammate. On the dashboard was a map of England and a sealed envelope. Over the radio came the familiar voice of one Oliver St. Oldcastle

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[smartest86]

It wasn't Oliver's voice that snapped Max awake, but he was surprised to find himself in the driver's seat of his red Sunbeam Tiger. His forehead was smashed against the steering wheel; he'd been laying on the horn for who knew how long.

"Hey, my car's back!" Max said happily, ignoring the fact that it really wasn't his car, he'd just stolen it, but that wasn't what mattered. It was then that he became aware of the message coming across the radio, which told him about the envelope on the dashboard. And when he went to reach for it...

"You are Satan," Max said matter-of-factly, recoiling ever so slightly.

[lucyishome]

Lucifer had woken up to the irritable sound of a horn blaring and had been met, with some surprise, with the sight of this strange looking human laying against the steering wheel. His brow curved very slightly as the thing woke up and he looked around, even more in wonder as to how he got into such a confining contraption and why he wasn't able to just poof out of the situation like so many times before.

"And you're Max." He said as he turned back to the other, looking to the envelope and tearing it open, reading the clue aloud and shrugging. "I have no idea what it means, I don't bother myself with silly human games." He said, tossing the envelope to Max, looking irritated.

[smartest86]

Max flinched, but he caught the envelope when Lucifer threw it to him. He was clearly just a little terrified, and though he didn't mean to, he was making a show of it. Then again, he figured that the car was his turf, and if anything happened, he could clearly turn this into a Jets vs. Sharks-style gang fight. It would be great.

He scanned the riddle over, then checked the back of the paper, and glanced at the map. "So - wait - what, is this seriously all we got? Is this like Speed Racer meets the Triwizard Tournament or whatever, because I am not prepared to fight a dragon. Or Voldemort."

[lucyishome]

Lucifer looked up from his moment of repose and stared at Max, his eyes narrowing very slowly before he pulled a face of complete confusion. Clearly, he wasn't exactly up on his wizardly reading. So he groaned, rubbed the bridge between his eyes and shook his head. "You know... Just..."

The Devil grabbed the clue again and stared it down, waiting for it to reveal its answer before he shrugged and flopped back into the seat. "I spent the last few thousands of years trapped in a box, I have no idea what any of these human references could possibly mean."

[smartest86]

Max took the note back and looked it over again as well, trying to put his skills as a former analyst to work, but it appeared that he was sidetracked. "Wait, a box?" he said. "So someone just randomly decided to Fed-Ex you here, and that's why you're not - you know - down under, poking at that fire with your pitchfork?" For some reason, this whole situation made Max less afraid of the possibility of offending Lucifer.

He sighed and stared at the note again. He raised it too the light to see if that did anything before just staring back at the words and getting to work. "Okay - okay - so - a famous place. A famous place that nobody knows what the heck it's for. In a moor. Right. Any idea where that could be?" Max began to run through possible landmarks in his head.

[lucyishome]

Lucifer decided to ignore the comment about him escaping from a box and moved to massage his brow, clearly not the happiest fallen angel at the moment. He was in a car, for one. A confining little vehicle when he, the Devil, could snap his fingers and be wherever he wanted with so much as a thought. And here he was riding along in a car. How humiliating. Secondly, of course, he was trapped in said car with a human who was asking him strange questions and making even stranger references. And now he had to try and figure out where the hell they were going.

"This is so pointless," he grumbled, massaging his brow and screwing up his eyes. "I'm stuck in a car with a barely functioning moron and they expect us to go cross country?" He sighed irritably and glanced to the map again, then back out the window. Oh.

"Drive. Just. Drive." He commanded suddenly, looking over to Max. "There has to be others, drive until we can follow someone."

That's right. Use your brain and cheat. What other way to win the race, Devil style?