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May 23, 2005 15:15

Ahhhhh.

Sigh.

Shift.

Comfy. Warm and comfy, soft things on me, fresh air, soft pillow. Nice.

...moving?

Slowly, really slowly, I become aware that I seem to be in a vehicle, and it seems to be moving. Oh, but surely that's all right; obviously I wasn't driving, and I have warm-soft things on me.

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klaus_helsing May 23 2005, 23:15:03 UTC

"You shouldn't shout at someone while they're driving. I could veer off course and that would be a pain. Not to mention a burden on my powers." It's a damn thing I remembered to bring a compass along with me. It's not as though I could stop a tugboat and ask for directions for port.

"Good thing you're awake. Now you can keep me awake! Can't really play any games though. Doesn't appear to be any other cars flying about. Or street signs."

And the ocean doesn't leave much for roadkill bingo either. How disappointing.

"Don't try getting out of the car. I don't fancy having to go into the ocean to get you." I smile and wink at her. "We should be there shortly."

not_your_victim May 24 2005, 01:39:01 UTC

I stare at him. Then, I hit him.

Just with George (why the hell is this pillow named George??), but still. It's well-meant, really.

"Are you INSANE?" Okay, Carolyn, calm down. Besides being rude, it's basically rhetorical.

"Okay, don't answer that. Klaus, I'm glad you decided to leave -" check the backseat. Lucard is there; okay, that's good. For one crack-ass moment, I thought this was some sort of honeymoon. " - with Lucard. I do seem to recall telling you you needed to go back to Vegas with him.

"I do not. However. AT ALL. Recall including myself in this deluxe vacation package." And how that came out without shouting, I will never know.

Maybe drugs ARE good for something.

klaus_helsing May 24 2005, 02:27:15 UTC

She hits me and the car veers all the way around to circle over the ocean. The compass whirrs a bit and then points back to north ( ... )

not_your_victim May 24 2005, 03:18:35 UTC

For a long moment I stare at him, silent. The wheels are turning in my head, sluggishly; the drug - I am *going* to get him for that - and you know... call me fragged, but I think he's right. I *think*. Maybe in a few hours, I'll feel otherwise, but right now ( ... )