Topic: Mangled Metal and Flaming Exhaust

The Redneck

Date: 2014-06-22 18:49 EST
In districts twelve, thirteen and fourteen of the Slums today there was a special set of classes being taught through the Dream Chasing Foundation.

Offensive driving for the beginner driving.

And though this was billed as a class, and there was indeed instruction offered both in and out of the cars, this is Rhy'din. And all sorts of things go wrong in Rhy'din from moment to moment.

What started out as a solid and good idea, probably quickly devolved into an impromptu Road Rally type of Demolition Derby.

There'd been some planning and at least a little bit of forethought however, medics and students in the emergency medical courses were on hand just in case something went severely wrong.

Probably didn't help that there'd been the rumor of a cash prize for the driver that made it through in the best time, with the least amount of damage to their car.

(Feel free to post here, or simply have your character react. )

Delahada

Date: 2014-06-22 21:00 EST
" 'Ve got a class on offensive drivin' t' go teach," Thorn had told him that afternoon. "Y'all might wanna avoid the twelfth, thirteenth, and fourteenth wards of the Slums f'r a few hours."

So naturally, after a little while longer of socializing with Cianan, Salvador had left the Inn that afternoon saying, "I'm going to go see what Thorn was telling me to stay clear of."

When he saw the cars, that long ago forgotten boy he had never truly been slithered up to the surface of his being and demanded he take part. But first he had to go home and fetch Rei. Cianan's words of wisdom the past couple of days were still at the forefront of his thoughts as well. There had been some mention of taking it slow and maybe taking the mongrel out on a date, or something more or less normal like that.

A demolition car derby seemed like it was right up their alley. Besides, the tracker needed to be exposed to a bit more of the modern world that was part of Rhy'Din's mish-mash of time periods. And what boy could possibly resist the appeal of wrecking into things, over and over and over again?

It was a pretty fair bet that neither of them had won the cash prize.

DemiBob

Date: 2014-07-05 16:33 EST
"What do you mean, this isn't road legal?" Bob was FURIOUS, gesturing to his heavily modified power wheel Corvette. Since it's last outing, the demicreature had replaced it's battery powered engine with a high cc go kart deal that dominated most of the rear of the car now. Actually, it was starting to look a little ugly, and VERY dangerous, but to Bob? It was beautiful. "I need you to sign off on it so I can go take these defensive driving courses I saw posted. Don't you understand?"

The grumpy looking inspector cast a skeptical look at the catlike tentacled monstrosity and it's 'car'. "Well, first, I only check emissions. Second, this isn't actually a car. I don't know what it is! It looks like you taped your rear view mirror on and that spoiler is almost the size of the car itself. You don't even have brakes in this thing."

"So?! You don't need brakes when you just want to go fast!!" Seriously. Did this guy not understand? Bob was made FOR SPEED. Look, he was ever wearing goggles and little driving gloves!! Bob huffed and pointed to the anchor beneath the rear spoiler. "When I want to stop, I just use that."

"Yeaaaaaaah.. about that." The inspector glanced back at the nearly fifty yards of torn up road leading up to the station. "You know how illegal that is? I can't even let you drive that out of here."

"WHAT???!!" FLAIL. FLAIL FLAIL FLAIL. Right in the inspector's face! "Your laws don't apply to me!!" Swift tentacle action to the nuts! The inspector doubled over, and Bob jumped into his little car. "Screw you, law man!! You can't catch me now!!" He peeled out of there with a mad, mad cackle, only causing two accidents as he entered busy traffic.

Who needed defensive driving when you looked this damn cool, anyway?