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 Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 7:12 pm
Calder had been excited for cookies, tea, and a barbeque. He was disappointed to find a slippery, slanted floor. He already had a hard enough time at school with his hooves, but this was even worse. He had fallen on his butt twice before he made it to the group, and was trying to pull himself back on his wobbling feet, legs spread out to gain his balance and ears flat, as he looked around.
"Somethings wrong with tha floor." He pointed out, frowning. This place needed a railing. Before Calder could look around for one, he fell on his a** again.
He felt he not only wanted a cookie now, but deserved one.
((Entering from Hub-o-drama))
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 7:49 pm
The door swings open with a tinny sort of fanfare that turns into a rude noise at the end, revealing a sudden cacophony of lights and sound... and a wave of dry heat. The sugary smell is still there, but it's very nearly wiped out in a sudden influx of that brimstone reek. Beyond the door is what looks like a carnival... or part of one, anyway, as if someone had scooped up a bumper car ride and dropped it into a volcano. Garishly colored metal bumper cars await you, five in all. ... Wait, do they say 'Misery Machine' on the sides? Weird... The instant you climb into a car, the lap bar clamps down tightly. Very tightly. Any struggling makes the bar grip tighter for a moment, like a beast chomping down on the prey in its maw. The metaphor is not reassuring. There's a small area where the cars can be driven around, but beyond that is quite clearly the main event. A narrow trackway zigzags over a pool of freakin' lava, partially crusted over yet still hot and dangerous. You get the feeling that you're expected to drive across... especially since the gateway leading to the tracks won't open unless you're in a car! And the stench of hot gas from the lava's surface makes flying across an unwise idea... Quote: OOC: Welcome to bumper cars! In order to drive, please roll 1d8 with each of your posts. This represents how fast you're going. Add onto your number. I.E. if you roll a 6, then you're on spot six. Next roll you get a 4. You are now on spot ten (6+4=10). Please log your location in bold with each post! Now for the fun part: this is BUMPER cars. If you land on or go past someone else, you will bump them off the track! Let's say... You roll a 5. Your buddy rolls a 6. YOU take -1 HP damage for falling off the track! If you are bumped off the track, your car will clamber back up of its own accord two spaces back from where you were when you got bumped. When you bump someone, please QUOTE them. It'll make figuring out who bumped who and when! To get off the track, you must reach the very end and roll onto or passed the number with an exclamation point at the very end. When everyone gets to the end, please quote me. Also, note the cars do not release you once you get to the other side...
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:00 pm
"BUMPER CARS."
Freya screeched like a child, choosing the pink one before anyone (Calder) could get anywhere near it.
"DIBS."
How embarrassing.
She slid in, and her arms came up just in time for the bar to slam down on her, sealing her in. She gave one quick look to the boils, before turning her steering wheel all the way to the left and slamming on the gas.
She peeled off, riding in circles in the small starting area and screaming bloody murder.
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bipolar bee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:05 pm
Fire.
Fire. Everywhere.
"Why does it have to be fire," Herryk whined in the most unmanly way possible. Scrummaging around in his pack, he withdrew one leather strap and immediately tied his hair back. No effin' way was he going to singe his hair.
Climbing into his bumper car, Herryk slouched down as much as he possibly could. He just wanted to get this over with a.s.a.f.p.
Current place on track: 3
Current HP: 10/30
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:10 pm
"Doesn't really look like there's a way across, besides the track," Barth said "Although Freya could probably fly over-" he put a halt to that suggestion as Freya climbed into a car and drove around shrieking.
"Err, never mind."
The lava wasn't very comforting, although at least it was warm, and it looked like, for once, this would be a room with zero walking.
And cars, of course.
He briefly and irrationally wished the Doom Buggy was here, and climbed carefully and experimentally into the blue car, checking the wheel, the pedals. The seats were not plush, but they were seats at least. Then Barth sat down, and relaxed. When the bar had clamped down in an unable to leave sort of fashion, Barth didn't register it.
"Do you get to keep them, you think?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:11 pm
Calder was usually okay with fire. A nice fire at night during a party was a common fixture in monster celebrations. He liked A fire. This was too much. While the kelpie could do sticky humidity in a swamp, he did not do dry heat without any moisture. Already parched, the poor monster looked around and his ears dropped even further. It was SO hot in here! It was a good thing he already had his hair tied and his shirt off, but even then, he was warm. So thirsty.
Already he was feeling sick, and he looked at a nearby "bumper car" as Freya called it. This one being green, he looked at it and gave it a small kick with his hoof. Calder didn't ride things. He had been on a ferry, a small boat, and Barth's horse-less carriage. Thanks to school, he had been on a train and a ship. He didn't know about this bumper car. Wasn't it missing a roof...and wheels...or at least oars of some sort.
When Freya and Herryk started to move, he was actually surprised they were moving, and rather fast. It was like they were sliding on ice. Oh ice. He could go for some ice right now.
Sighing, Calder slipped into his own cart and flopped in, already exhausted. Too hot. He didn't do well with heat. Too much moisture lost. The bar clamped down and Calder stood there, staring at some weird circle in front of him.
Frowning, he then kicked the inside. "Move."
HP: 35
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Bilious rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:16 pm
Christof stood where he had set Barth down, wide-eyed and trembling. Fire... fire... fire everywhere, fire that reached out for flammable embalming fluid, that didn't just sever parts it *destroyed them*. No replacements. Just burning and burning until there was nothing left and... He broke out of his revere of terror at the sight of the cars, expression changing. Well. He'd just have to drive *very very quickly*. He didn't wait for the others, rushing to jump into a rusted, patched-together old car and took off as quickly as it would allow.... HP: 38
Progress: 7Bumped Herryk
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Bilious rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:21 pm
Aaaah yes, yes faster through the flames, pretend there weren't flames, there were no flames, he was just testing the Doom Buggy, or had finished teh Chopper and was soaring....
Something clipped against his rusted, but seemingly functional car and he slowed down just a bit, neck craning around to try to peer over his hump to see what he hit.
HP: 38
Progress: 11
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bipolar bee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:23 pm
With an unholy shriek, Herryk went flying off of the tracks. It was silent for a moment as his cart clicked back up to the first spot on the track. With a weak whirring sound, his cart chugged forward. Current place on track: 1 + 2 = 3
Current HP: 9/30
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:28 pm
Freya's bumper car was making a cloud of dust with her spinning.
Also, she was probably about to be sick.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:28 pm
As Herryk's car clambers back up onto the track on Square 1, the wheels seem to catch oddly... and something weird shoots out the side of the track! It's a box! What the crap?
((SECRET TILE GET: proceed to the minipet claim thread and claim a minipet by linking to this post! <3 The tile is now expended, alas; no more boxes will be forthcoming from this particular number!))
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Bilious rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:29 pm
No TIME No time no time if he slowed down too long, the flames would get him, no no no just keep going, they'd all be alright, just keep going... Christof's eyes were glued to the road, his hands glued to the steering and support bar.
HP: 38
Progress: 18 ZOOOOOOOMMMM
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bipolar bee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:30 pm
Herryk's cart slogged one more space forward.
He used his body to try and roll forward the slightest. Maybe his car was broken. Now he was surrounded by hot lava.
Worst. Day. Ever.
Current place on track: 3 + 1 = 4
Current HP: 9/30
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:32 pm
Freya's car slowed, then stopped, and she leaned over the side. 
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:32 pm
"The err, the wheely bit's the steering," Barth advised, pulling gradually alongside Calder. "You press the pedals in the flooring to make it go."
He watched Freya do donuts, and then lean over the side of her car looking ill.
"...You press it gently."
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