I'll rake the freebie (also is motorhome a RV?)
Incredibly niche and weird premise, but hear me out. Essentially, you and the OC above are in a motorhome. You're also stuck in the middle of nowhere with no easy way to return to civilisation (and possibly no maps or easy way to navigate, whoops).
What does your OC do? Try to chat the other OC up? Cook some food? Go to bed? Or do they just focus on trying to drive back home?
- For the purposes of ease, it's best to assume that the motorhome is relatively luxurious and at least decent to stay in for some time. You're free to change this, but please add that change to the motorhome's details in the notes for NP!
Rules:
- This is primarily a 'for fun' thread. You don't have to take this too seriously.
- Post IC. You're free to give the next poster a variety of OCs to respond to, but there must be an IC 'default' to fall back into.
- IC characters must have a profile. We need some idea of how your character will behave in this scenario for the next poster and to avoid killing the thread.
- This is a PG-13 thread! So please keep things SFW as best as you can!
- This is semi-casual, so some effort is required. A paragraph or five lines is a strong recommendation to start. If a user is breaking this and keeps making low-effort posts, they will be blocked from this thread.
- As a soft maximum, I recommend having three to four paragraphs maximum. Going over this is fine, but please don't expect the next users to put in the same amount of effort.
- Claim on time. If you have made a claim, please edit your response within three hours. Users who have not edited their claim may be skipped.
- Avoid sandwiching posts. Unless 12+ hours have passed, wait until at least two other users have posted before you go again.
Rules may be added or adjusted depending on how this thread goes. Main rule here is to have fun!
As with my usual threads, the first post is a freebie!
^ Hoping this is good had to finish this really quickly because of some family things, sorry if it feels rushed
Lukas and Terrence were stranded in the middle of nowhere, it seems. Lukas looked out the window, the sun was nearing the edge of the horizon, they had about an hour until sunset. Even then through his poor vision, there seemed to be almost rays of heat coming down. Lukas gave a dramatic sigh and got off of the couch that he was resting on. He decided that if they would be stuck for a while, might as well get some food. With seemingly nothing around, he assumed that laws on animals being hunted were at a minimum. Lukas thought of everything as fair game.
"Take a break," Lukas suggested to Terrence. "You've been driving for a few hours now. Get up and stretch yer legs. I'm gonna go out n' get us somethin' that'll last a few days. I'll be back in 30." Lukas picked up his hunting rifle and a new box of .308 rounds. He saluted Terrence goodbye and opened the door to the motorhome, walking outside. There seemed to be nothing but desert for quite a while. Lukas went onwards to search for some food. Anything would work, anything that would feed them both for some days.
After about thirty minutes like he said, he finally arrived back. He dragged the body of a dead coyote behind him. As he entered back into the motorhome, he lifted up the dead animal so that Terrence could take a look at it. "Got us some dinner, already gutted it." Lukas told Terrence as he brought it over to the kitchen. He turned on the gas stove that was inside of the motorhome. He put the coyote up on the table and looked over towards Terrence. "Well, might as well ask you. How do you like your steaks cooked? I'm not much of a chef myself, but here I might as well try." Lukas grabbed a knife and began to start taking off the skin and fur. He might as well be nice to Terrence, this hunting trip sure was about to drag.
NP: You can godmod my character, I don't really care. Just note that he pronounces all three 'your's like 'yer.' Also, please ping me!
v Sorry I took so long, family stuff got in the way- Won't be happening again.
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The constant rattling of the exhaust pipe was becoming hard to deal with by now. It had already been several hours since Tabitha and Lukas had headed across the western desert, littered with barely growing shrubbery. Cacti were far and few, housing the cactus wrens that resided in a mild wasteland of clay and dirt. Though Tabitha was rather tense in her focus on the road... considering that she and Lukas were visually impaired to even do such a thing, but it had to be done somehow as she lead the motorhome among the crusty and battered road while Lukas sat in the back.
It wasn't particularly the most glamourous little portable home, but it was enough to keep them both not dead from the scorching heat. A simple and old fashioned child, almost good enough to "cook" in. She thought to herself, asking him.
"Hold on, how did you get eaten by a moth... when moths can't usually consume solid material-"
That is, until the drop of a metal pipe reverbated in the vehicle, making the glorified food truck officially a sitting duck.
The two had stepped outside to see that... yep. Something fell off and they were stuck in the desert heat. Perhaps maybe it was a good sign... as Lukas did kinda suggest to the grey little woman a break from driving earlier (in which she did very much ignore.) It wasn't long before she saw him take his step out of her sight, not without the rifle no longer mounted cozily in the corner of the back of the truck.
She didn't enjoy sitting like a lost child in a mall, cranking out some tools she had in the back and crawling underneath to put a bandage on an otherwise gouged tear in the truck's skin.
It wasn't until later as Lukas returned with a good hunt, as Tabby crawling from underneath the belly of their getaway van, covered in black grime as the sunset began to shaft its gentle colors into the evening sky. Accompanied by an otherwise unorthodox dinner, she picked at her plate, "It should run up tomorrow morning."
"Yer' sure?"
"... No. I'm tired, I'll fix it tomorrow."
Patience was not her virtue. This was gonna be a long night.
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@ NP: You can change the state of the motorhome if you want! Have fun :P
Truth be told, Ruiyon isn't really going to complain that he's in this situation. It's somewhat familiar, the concept of being in the middle of nowhere, the wilderness all around him. It has been his home, for the most part, and loneliness is something akin to an old friend, save perhaps the few times that he has chosen to venture out into the civilised world. In an ideal scenario, he really wouldn't mind being in here for a few days. Perhaps even a week or two.
Now, having someone else with him? That throws a wrench or two in his initial plans of simply making himself cosy in this space. That's another individual to account for, and their needs to worry about, and he has a suspicion that they may not have the same... "low maintenance needs" as he does.
And so he's here, standing in the living area of the motorhome, looking at the woman with him, shoulders slumped and overall posture awkward. His general expression is somewhere in-between being wary and curious, as if unsure what to think of her. Which is the truth, really. It's not every day that you're stuck in a vehicle with someone who is for all intents and purposes a complete stranger, and he does want to know how well they will get along here.
"Do you need anything?" He asks at last, his eyes sparing a quick glance (or two) at the kitchen, then back at Tabitha. There's an idea there, that perhaps talking out their plans while having some food would at least make for a decent first impression, and there's a slight itch (a fear) that the woman with pointed ears would really rather that he leave. "I was thinking that... we could probably have something to eat, and then I'll try and see where we are so we can go back..."
He shrugs his shoulders a little, taking an instinctive step back, and surveying her face in anticipation for some kind of response.
NP: Ruiyon's honestly pretty chill with being out in the wilderness, but if his companion wants to go back, he'll be more than happy to help find a way back. The status of the motorhome is up to you. Can stick to the default, or go for something more creative.
v IRENE NOOOOOO OH MY GOD
I AM CACKLING
Jericho sat back against the RV with a tired, but content sigh. The half drank beer hung loosely on his fingers against his lap as he watched the burning wood of the fire in front of him. A simple metal grill was on top of the flames, filled with cuts of meat and veggies, humming softly along the choir of popping coals and chopped logs as they burned.
He thought about the reason he was here for a moment as he looked up from the fire, seeing both Irene and her personal guard’s spot empty. He knew where the guy was, his name still slipping his mind like this very moment, off checking the immediate perimeter of their camp site. He wouldn’t have to do much, as they were camped on a sort of peninsula of a canyon, steep drops into the floor below on three sides of them, thick trees and brush covering the way they arrived, save for a small and worn dirt road that has seen better days.
However, the fact Irene wasn’t sitting across from him caused a small frown to form, wondering how she managed to leave his periphery without so much as a noise, let alone where she even was. A blanket he had brought with that she used to stay extra warm was draped across the back of a fancy folding chair that made his log stool look like a child’s drawing. He sat upwards and looked around, and through the dim moonlight of the night, he noticed her form done fifty feet away and approaching the edge of the canyon.
“Oh good, she’s fine.” He sat back again, letting out a sigh of relief. “That friend of hers would have my head if… oh, fuck!”
He shot up out of his seat, dropping his drink off to the side, and rushed towards her, calling her name in hopes to avoid the accident ever approaching. Wether due to his distance, her mesmerization of the world around her, both, or something else, she didn’t stop, and was within feet of falling off and wasn’t looking to slow down.
Jericho pushed himself across the rocky and hard dirt towards her, still calling her, and just within seconds of the inevitable, he was right next to her.
“Dammit, Irene. Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” Jericho exclaimed, having grabbed the woman by the shoulder and angled her next step away from a loose rock on the edge of the canyon; a tumble that would no doubt be a less than fun drop. “You know there’s a canyon there, right? Cmon, why don’t you explore off by yourself when, y’know, someone’s actually with you. I don’t wanna get offed by your shadow because I neglected to watch you splatter two hundred feet on the bottom of this thing.”
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Np, I’d love if there was some scary stuff to their trip! Supernatural or natural, doesn’t matter, just a sense of horror! Not required, but would be much appreciated! ❤️
(v DAMN THIS WAS SO COOL TO READ HOLY-
I love your writing style, a genuine joy to read through! Poor guy, Jericho hardly knew him. He'll be sure to pour one out for the guy, if he makes it out alive-)
hope this was alright !! I didn't god-mod or control Sheridan coz I wasn't sure if you wanted that-- regardless hope this is cool ! ^o^ //
The bot would gently clasp her hands together, tapping her fingers together as she sat in the passenger seat. She wasn’t nervous– just thinking of a way to spark a conversation. She didn’t think it should be so hard considering they were both bots and she usually could think of something to come up with. Bucket had invited a few people to join her on a small expedition for some quality time amongst nature and Sheridan had been the only one to accept!
Okay that wasn’t exactly how things went, more Bucket drew a name from a hat and Sheridan was the chosen one, huzzah. She had pretty much bugged him a bit to come with her which she did feel bad about but, nothing they could do now since they were both on this trip.
“..So, is this your first time out in the middle of nowhere or?” She would ask, her screen displaying a smile. She’d glance at the radio as she thought of why they were there. “I’d say alone but that’s not the case here.” She was talking to herself at this point but she couldn’t really help it. The silence was killing her a bit, not literally but– she felt as if they wouldn’t make any progress if they just sat in silence.
If she had a tongue she’d bite it as she’d look behind her seat where their stuff was. “..You like music, don’t you?” She would ask as she’d shuffle her way out of her seatbelt to reach the bags they had, they weren’t moving at the moment but she just liked it on regardless.. “Or you at least make it, right? I’d love to hear some if you brought any, or if you're inclined to explain it to me.” She’d say as she’d rustle around in the bags. Her tone was fairly soft as it usually was but it seemed as if she was testing the waters with him, she didn’t wanna rile him up accidentally and she wasn’t sure how he liked being talked to. A gentle approach was normal for her to take with people she wasn’t quite acquainted with fully, but it wasn’t like she minded at all.
After a few seconds she’d finish rummaging and pull out a few discs, looking over them for a second before pulling herself back to her seat as she’d hold up the discs. “I have a few too– if you want to listen that is ..” She would beep as she gave a small shrug and glanced at the radio. “..Or we could just listen to the radio normally, though where’s the fun in that?” Her tone was a little more playful this time as her antennas twitched, she wasn’t sure how he’d react but it was sure worth a shot.
“Anyway, we’ll be out here for a while, so would you like to go first or?” Bucket tilted her head as her smile would soften, an odd wave of comfort washing over the motorhome as she’d give him a friendly gesture towards the radio. She wasn’t quite sure if he would like her music but this was a bonding experience! She’d turn her attention to one of the motorhome’s windows, seeing it was starting to drizzle a bit.
Looked like they were stuck in there together but again! It was a bonding experience and Bucket wasn’t one to say no to a potential friend, or acquaintance if Sheridan preferred that.
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np: bucket is pretty go with the flow unless your character is violent, though even then she'd probably try to deescalate the situation. otherwise she'll be pretty on board for whatever! Might try just talking to your skrunkly or what not . she might not be used to a motorhome either since her planet/world doesn't really have cars or stuff like this .
Feel free to god-mod or talk for her , but don't make her mean or really out of character 😭 ty!
claim hii : i hope this is ok it’s been a while since i’ve done a longer thread
Attempting to start the engine of the vechile, 6s hisses under her breath as it sputters, before going out completely. Here the two robots sat, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but forest. Bucket and 6s had been friends for a while, at least, 6s would consider them so. They’d decided to go on a weekend trip together; get to know each other better beyond the basics.
“Well…” 6s exasperates, making a breath through her teeth, “it seems we’re stuck here, until I can figure out how to get this engine working again.” She climbs herself up onto a countertop, and sits down, looking at Bucket. “…I’m going to sit here for a second, in the meantime, let’s chat, shall we?”
6s taps her fingers against the marble of the countertop. A silence fell between the two: as though neither knew what to really say. “So…” 6s begins, taking a breath, “tell me about your wife. How’s it going?”
The conversation carried on for a while, before a orangish dusk began to fall on the windows of the vechile. Luckily, air conditioning was still available within the motor home, along with electricity.
After what felt like (and probably was) multiple hours, 6s slid themselves off the table and made their way into the kitchen of the motor home. “I’m going to cook something, do you want anything specific?”
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np: just have fun with it! though please try and keep 6s vaguely in character
(ahh i hope this is alright!)
"WE ARE TOTALLY ABANDONED.." Dakota yelled out, looking out at the vast expansion of tall grass and flat plains as far as the eye could see. He put his head in his hands for a moment, before whipping around- grasping at 6s' shoulders (or I guess where her arms started, it didn't make a difference in this moment). He crouched down to eye level, which he didn't really need to do considering he was only a good 4 inches taller than him, and looked into 6's eyes. "I'm really trying not to panic here." He said, clearly panicking. "I know we've just met, and I know you've done me a great service today, but you should not have let me drive." He hung his head in shame. He had been hitchhiking down the road when this massive motorhome had skirted to a stop next to him, 6s graciously opening the door and asking where he was headed.
In his arrogance, Dakota had begged to drive this stranger's car, and somehow had gotten into the situation where he was behind the wheel. This was problimatic as, no matter how much he insisted, he definitely did not know where he was going.
"....I'm sorry..." Dakota felt really, really embarrassed. He had absolutely no manners, and now they were TOTALLY COMPLETELY ABANDONED. "Listen, I know how I can make it up to you.. do you like beans?" he rummaged around in his bag for a moment, trumphiantly lifting up a can of beans after a few seconds too long of searching. "How about we just take a rest for a sec? You can do your uhh, journalin' thing! I got plenty of stories to tell- though I guess I'm not your usual guest, huh?" He flashed a smile as he started a fire and sat down, waving 6s over to sit next to him.
"And if you can't get a story outta me, you got one outta today!"
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NP: dakota is pretty good in the outdoors tho he might panic... he likes talking
v haha this is perfect!!
(hope it's ok I wrote a bit for Dakota since he talks a lot 👀,, really enjoyed reading his profile & thinking of how to write this scene tho)
The car was out of fuel and Cuong knew the next gas station was at least a couple miles away. The sun was already setting and being caught by some wild animals wasn't something he wanted to add to his 'done' list. He had enough scars as it was and a coyote bite wasn't a question he wanted to answer. It's how he got himself too, sitting opposite a cowboy-looking man. There was a neat-looking motorhome just parked on the side of the road. He was lucky it was just near where his vehicle ailed.
He smiled and looked around. A real cowboy, hat and everything. He knew another guy like that who wore the stuff everywhere. He could respect it somewhat, he had to admit it fit Dakota very nicely.
Cuong nodded to the man. He had a small motorhome, and it reminded Cuong of the kind he used to live in but a lot less dingy. Homely, even. A few instruments and decor sitting around the old shelves.
"So, got a horse I can ride to find fuel?" Cuong joked. He was a little uneasy at the silence. The guy looked a little pale too and like he was dying to say something. "Well. I'm kidding man. I'll set out tomorrow and get out of your hair. Thanks for it though."
The stranger nodded. "Yeah. No problem at all! Well, it's not all that far away anyways and it's just one night, so I think well, why not you know because-"
"Mind if I light one?" Cuong pulled out a cigarette.
"Nah, hey I mean I smoke once in a while too no worries. There was this time I-"
Cuong sighed. This was going to be a long night.
np: ping pls! He lives in a motorhome canonly kind of but it's really dingy like claustrophobic and smells like fuel with a tiny bed and a lot of tools. feel free to write some lines for him as long as its not ooc
"WOAH WHAT IS THIS THING?!" loopy bounces around the motorhome, laughing hysterically. "Man! They don't have stuff like this- well of course they don't. Ha. Silly me~"
He turns to Ahdria "Hi! I'm Loopy! Not sure why I'm here or why you're here but-" he shuts up when he notices Ahdria's frown "Oh- sorry!" he laughs "I'll shut up."
"Ahdria thanks you." Ahdrais tried to sound polite
"Why do you talk like that? Is your name Ahdria? My squad calls me Loopy!"
"Ahdria can see why..." Ahdria grumbles
NP: ping me please! Loopy is very hyper and silly, despite being an armed and battle trained clone.
chryslerminivans Reminder: As per the rules, all OCs you use here must have a profile, and Loopy doesn't have one!
The motorhome is rather quaint and comfortable, Alois finds, the dark-haired being relaxing into one of the couches of the vehicle, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he does, allowing the comfort of the cushions to overtake the constant pain he feels. It is perhaps rather unflattering, but currently, he wants nothing more but to bury himself in the softness and the pillows and ignore the world. Which would arguably be rather unfortunate for the companion trapped in him with here if he plans to remain in this state for some time, but the paradox can't really bring himself to care in these circumstances.
Now, if only the aforementioned companion would allow him a few hours of silence and stop moving. The motorhome rocks with the force of Loopy's jumping, and Alois has to force himself out of the couch, face pressed in irritation, blissful rest now ripped away from him for the meantime, and he manoeuvres his way to where the clone is, hands clasped behind him and those empty eyes settling on Loopy. There is now a soft smile on his face, veiling that growing annoyance within.
"What do you want?" he asks, his tone light despite the underlying threat in his eyes, "I was planning to rest, but I can set that aside if you'd like to do something else."
Away from the clone's eyesight, Alois clasps his hands tighter and squeezes, allowing himself to express his aching somewhere that isn't easily seen. It would be a pity to have to take this into another direction, but the paradox doubts that he will remain amicable for long if he does not receive the relief he craves. These damned destabilisation events are getting on his nerves, and so is Loopy.
NP: Alois is fairly cooperative by default and will be happy to help clean up and cook! He just also tends to stare at you.
- Alternatively, he can be undergoing a destabilisation event, and that's when his mood is more 'leave me alone or comfort me' and he'll want to bury himself in the bedroom.
v oh my god i'm sobbing.
(Alois will be happy to help but he... sleepy... soft bed...)