4th Frontier [open commentlog, if anyone is so inclined]

[ecopiracy]

[His hair lashes the air behind him like a whip, and with his goggles lowered to protect his eyes, his bangs fly around his face. A wall comes up and he banks hard to the right, very narrowly avoiding plowing into it.

It just isn't the same. He should have been able to pull up and shoot toward ceiling. He should have been able to fly over those

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Why hallo thar.

[psychoticracer]

[Erol's not terribly surprised to see a track already generated, but he didn't expect a zoomer to be in play. He sees a pair of ears and dark hair, but Razer doesn't do zoomers. Besides, he'd have known if his other half was going to be at the racetrack. And that was NOT Razer's driving.

He idles on the sidelines, one foot up, the other casually dragging the toe-tip of his boot along the ground. Erol's not completely healed yet, but damn if he'll let a little thing like broken ribs and a splinted arm stop him from racing.

If the other driver pulls over, he'll see if he can rope him into a challenge - it'll be a good practice run to chew up and spit out some newbie. Besides, those ears are definitely Precurian, and Erol doesn't recognize him.]

Oh boy, this will be interesting~

[ecopiracy]

[Finding an audience waiting on the sidelines on his next pass by isn't something he exactly expected, and it catches his interest enough for him to slow down, then turn the vehicle around and glide back to where Erol is waiting. Those ears...

Phoenix pushes his goggles up before greeting the other elf.]

I don't believe I've seen you before. Are you new here, or have we just not encountered up until now?

Wow I did not get the notif for this ;A;

[psychoticracer]

[The resemblance to Razer is striking, but there's no comparison in skill. The overall effect is positively disorienting, but Erol takes it in stride, tilting the zoomer beneath him like it's an extension of his own body.]

Oh, I'm practically a permanent fixture. But I had a spill about a month back - just getting back into the saddle.

[Erol smirks, head tilting downwards slightly. The effect is predatory.]

But the track's boring without another head. Care to try against my first lap in a month?

I knooow. I haven't gotten a single one from LJ in ages. ;o;

[ecopiracy]

[Phoenix eyes the man up and down, noting the visible splint. But it doesn't seem to be affecting his ability to maneuver his zoomer. In fact, even with it on, he's moving with far more skill and grace than Phoenix has managed all day.

He does make a good point about having someone to race with, though. A race with someone else involved is a very different creature than practicing on your own - and he is trying to prepare for the tournament.

The smile he offers Erol is dry as he pulls his goggles back into place.]

As you've no doubt realized if you've been watching me for any length of time, zoomers are not my vehicle of choice. But if my level of skill isn't an issue, and if you think you can manage it with that splint, I'd be happy to offer you a bit of competition.

[Self deprecation somewhat loses its effect when there's also a note of challenge. He's already heading over to the starting line.]

Ffff. Ceiling Zelda is watching you?

[oblique_wisdom]

[Zelda knows very little about zoomers and the rest of the vehicles from Jak's world. Razer has told her, however, that for those who aren't familiar with vehicles can use horses, something she has a bit more experience with. She's not exactly happy Razer signed her up, but if it's for the sake of the ship's morale, then she supposes she'll live with it.

Someone's already on the track, though, and look at those ears. It doesn't take a second glance to know he's a Havenite or from Spargus or someplace like that. She's wishing she could see that place, so she had a better understanding of the environment.

Zelda's not familiar with him, however, as much as she's not familiar with his sport. Chances are, she'll gladly put Sheik in her place. He has plenty of things to run from, after all. For the time being, she doesn't have a problem watching Phoenix, however. She might just learn something, and if she can be equally impressive as Jak, she... could possibly find herself on a zoomer.

Or not. She's not exactly Haven material.]

[ecopiracy]

[A woman watching him from the sidelines is bound to catch his attention. As soon as he catches sight of her, his attention to the race track falters - and for someone as new to this type of vehicle as he is, that's really not a good thing.

The zoomer tilts abruptly when he shifts his weight, and before he can so much as swear a startled oath, it dumps him right on the grass.

Oh smooth, Phoenix. Very, very smooth.]

[oblique_wisdom]

[She shouldn't laugh. She really shouldn't. He could be hurt! Still, Hyrule's princess has a difficult time keeping a straight face. She swallows it back and lifting the skirts to her gown, she tries to dash onto the grass after him.

That's what she gets for watching him apparently. Of course, she'll never say she's distracting or anything of that nature. She's anything other than that, really. On the other hand, perhaps all Havenites are a bit amusing in that way.

Zelda slows as she approaches him, trying to be cautious.]

Are you all right?

[ecopiracy]

[As Zelda approaches, Phoenix is in the process of gingerly picking himself up off the ground, dusting off the dirt and grass clinging to him as best he can. Some of those stains are not going to come out easily.

He glances at Zelda and gives her a rueful smile.]

Physically, yes, but I'm afraid my pride has taken a mortal blow. I had not expected to have an audience.

[aswanbyday]

[Odette had heard the noise, during one of her many excursions through the decks of the ship. But it was nothing she had ever heard before. And she just had to know what it was. Or at the very least get a good look at it.

She flies, a little faster than normal to find the source of the noise before it got away. Could they fly? The thought crossed her mind and she began to wonder what she would do if this thing decided to chase her. She trusted she could fly fast enough to evade it.

Finally, there it was. Some strange contraption with a rider. She hovered for a moment, watching it zoom by at intervals and it took a moment for her to realize who the rider was. It was Phoenix! And she smiled a little. But it soon dawned on her that he had not seen her like this so she found a place to land, hopefully out of his sight so she could watch him ride...whatever that thing was undisturbed.]

[ecopiracy]

]Unfortunately for Odette, Phoenix is very aware of his surroundings when he's flying. As a pilot trained to fly in a war, and later as a pirate bent on pillage and plunder and escaping the Aeropan air forces, the skill is one that is absolutely necessary. Anyone who does not have it does not last long.

But all he sees is a bird - a type of bird he's not familiar with, but a bird nonetheless. It seems just a little odd to see a bird here on this ship, but perhaps it's just part of the programmed race track.

Real or not, though, it brings a smile to his lips. Of all the creatures in the world, he's always felt most akin to the birds. He offers it a small wave before returning his attention to not crashing into the stands.]

[aswanbyday]

[Odette sees him wave and knows then she's been seen. No point in hiding anymore. Right? She waddled off of her perch and continued to watch him for a few minutes more in silence. As he approached her again, she cleared her throat and called out to him.]

You're good at that thing.

[She wasn't sure how she was able to give a sincere compliment. She didn't even know what that thing was. So how was she a fair judge?]

[ecopiracy]

[In a world where it wasn't entirely uncommon for animals to talk, the fact that this bird is now speaking to him only causes him to blink. Still, she's caught his attention and he slows down, then circles back around to hover near the tree she's perched in. He looks amused.]

I'm afraid I don't hold your opinion of my skill, but thank you, nonetheless.

Are you a passenger here, then?

[He doubts the program that generates the race track would bother making something that could speak. Besides which, the bird's voice seems vaguely familiar Had he spoken to her on the comm before?]

Don't mind him he's gonna be a bit of a creeper.

[blitzmeister]

[Blitz had decided to work off some steam through a few rounds on the track - it had been a while since he'd felt the need to, and the familiar is always calming.

When he saw someone already did it wasn't too much a problem; he could run another course so long as it was the same difficulty level. But when the zoomer rushed by the driver looked... like Razer. And Razer on a zoomer did not compute.

He decided to wait for when he was done to question him. Blitz would have a good laugh if it turned out that Erol had convinced him of the merits of zoomers over real cars.]

When is he not~?

[ecopiracy]

[This time Phoenix doesn't notice his audience before pulling to a stop at the finish line. He's not done yet, not by a long shot, but he knows better than to race too long without taking a break. If nothing else, he needs a drink of water.

Pushing up his goggles, he wipes away the sweat that had collected around the edges - then stops when he realizes that he isn't alone. He lifts an eyebrow. Another unfamiliar but very Precurian face.]

Can I help you?

[That accent isn't Razer's, Blitz. Not even remotely like it.]

[blitzmeister]

[And it is freaking him out because that is not Razer but it LOOKS like Razer, or at least Razer when he was younger. Damn if they're not related. Blitz is forever going to think he's tapped that when he sees this guy.]

Ahh, just came in to check on state of the sign up sheet for the tournament when I saw someone on the track. Good to see a familiar face.

[He means familiar in more than one way.]

I'm G.T. Blitz, by the way. We've talked over the network, I believe, but always nice to meet in person, yes?

[ecopiracy]

[Blitz's voice is a memorable one, and it doesn't take Phoenix to remember him. His expression lightens as recognition dawns.]

Ah yes. You're one of the people organizing the tournament, too, I believe.

[But Blitz's comment earns him a strange look.]

How is my face familiar?