Legend of Terms:
TBDC: Time Block Distance Covered. This is the amount of mileage covered during the current 2 hour period.
ODC: Overall Distance Covered. This is the total distance that the team has covered since Noon on Friday
MRL: Morale modifier
FTG: Fatigue Level
Notes: Any notes I have for your team during this time block. Including POI results, car issues, etc.
Thursday, 2PM - 4PM
Weather Conditions: 93 degrees, sunny, humid
All vehicles are on I-80 West.
Upcoming POI (optional, let me know if you want to stop at them for rest/sightseeing): California Hill, Scotts Bluff National Monument.
Next Waypoint: Fort Kearny State Historical Site, Ash Hollow State Historical Site
TBDC: 107 mi OD: 350 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +6 Notes: Waypoint Completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NE. Team is feeling slightly fatigued. Lack of A/C and extreme temperature is taking its toll.
TBDC: 137 mi OD: 200 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +1 Notes: None
TBDC: 105 mi OD: 348 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint Completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearny, NE. Incident has occurred (see Team Teal Terror RP)
TBDC: 108 mi OD: 345 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +6 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearny, NE. Low comfort is wearing on the team. Team is feeling slightly fatigued.
TBDC: 112 mi OD: 314 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: None
TBDC: 114 mi OD: 330 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +6 Notes: Refueled in Lincoln, NE. Lack of comfort is starting to wear on the team. Team is feeling slightly fatigued.
TBDC: 112 mi OD: 339 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: None.
TBDC: 120 mi OD: 362 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint Completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NE.
TBDC: 128 mi OD: 345 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint Completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NE (this will bleed slighlty into the next time slot)
TBDC: 120 mi OD: 345 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Team arrived very close to 4pm and wanted to take extended break at waypoint. This will bleed into next time period.
TBDC: 110 mi OD: 345 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled: Kearny, NE (pulling out of the station right at 4pm)
TBDC: 111 mi OD: 340 mi MRL: -1 FTG: +4 Notes: Clutch is starting to slip a little worse. Speeds over 70 MPH are now impossible.
TBDC: 11 mi (towed) OD: 225 mi MRL: -1 FTG: +3 Notes: Team was towed to Lincoln, NE, where they quickly procured and installed a new radiator, and refueled.
TBDC: 112 mi OD: 353 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NE
TBDC: 116 mi OD: 345 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint Completed: Fort Kearny. At the pumps refueling at 4pm.
TBDC: 114 mi OD: 341 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: None.
TBDC: 114 mi OD: 353 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NB.
TBDC: 119 mi OD: 353 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NB
TBDC: 118 mi OD: 345 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. At the pumps refueling at 4pm.
The following vehicles are in packs:
Merciel, Erin, G&W - 353 mi
Conte, Bonchon, AEA, Ceder, Shromet, Letto - 345 mi
Team Teal Terror
“Have a good day, ma’am!” the cashier smiled and winked.
“Yeah, thanks.” Jen replied reflexively. She grabbed the 6-pack of Gatorade off the counter, and turned to walk out. Sunlight flashed off the bright teal coupe, drawing her attention. She was learning to both love and hate this car. She hated the smell, and loathed the lack of A/C that kept her sweating and chugging fluids constantly. But she was drawn to its simplicity and its fun factor. Yeah, it was slow as hell, having something like 85 horsepower, yet there was something more liberating about driving it than her Sentinel back home. Maybe it had something to do that it was her dream car when she was 7. That love was lost sometime in her teenage years when she found out how absolutely un-cool those 90’s Smokes were. But it seemed that spark had rekindled, intensified by the insanity of the run they were on.
Jen walked up to her door and opened it, then tossed the drinks in the cooler. That’s when she noticed that Fuzz wasn’t in or around the car.
She popped up, scanning her surroundings.
“What are you doing?” she whispered loudly as she quickly crossed the distance between her car and the Hooligans’ Dynamite.
Fuzz wore an impish grin. “They’re gonna be so pissed. Wait, wait…” his fingers traced a quick pattern on the now thoroughly brown windshield. Her jaw dropped as she realized her brother had drawn a half dozen phalluses into the brown, foul smelling substance he had completely coated and smeared the Dymanite’s window with.
“Oh God,” she coughed as she inhaled the noxious fumes. Immediately she bolted for the Smoke, slamming the door behind her. Fuzz was in the other side, startling Jen as it crashed closed. Fuzz grabbed the seat belt to strap in, when his finger slipped, revealing a brownish stain where he had just touched. “Holy shit. Did you just… oh god, go wash your hands. That’s disgusting!”
A puzzled look twisted his face. “What? Oh! No, no! It’s not like that.” He licked the substance off his finger, and Jen had to hold back from retching. “It’s the Vegemite!”
“Oh I’m going to be sick…”
Fuzz’s neck craned around then snapped forward. “You gotta be sick on the way. Hurry up, let’s get out of here!”
She Smoke meekly squealed to life, and Jen dropped the hammer and unleashed all the remaining horses that hadn’t wandered off over the years.
OOC: @Madrias … you get to decide whether they correctly identify the windshield goo or not. Oh, and have fun.