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Reaching to destination, my only piece of technology aboard the car stopped the playlist to announce the bad weather …

“F@ck!”

Touched the Salt Flats Cafe because it was past time without any comfortable thing to calm my stomach. After searching for some money, I remembered that I had spent almost everything on the car, alcohol and cigarettes.

So, i opened a bottle of gin and smoked a cigarette. Should reach for now. Meanwhile, I moved to the nearest place, Wendover.

Trying to find someone to pay me a burger and a beer, I went to the casino. Looking exhausted and with a Gin and tobacco breath, i try to get in. The bouncers at the casino, not convinced with my looks, blocked me. I force the entry, but they gave me a shove.

Standing straight up, I realized that I’m broke, its cold and I need to sleep. Parked the car somewhere, brush my teeth with some gin, and went to sleep.

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strop im not confused by you.
its Kristina and her seemingly lesbian adventure

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ohhhhh “seemingly” you say hahahahahahahahahahahaha :laughing:

FUN STATISTIC: Number of known not-exclusively-heterosexual characters in the cast: at least 4

Also I got way carried away and my “pre race snippet” is topping 2000 words (great for NaNoWriMo word count, horrible for posting here), so as manche suggested I shall be organising an archive so people who are interested can read it rather soon, and I’ll post only the most relevant parts for those of you who just wanna get on with the business!

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See, good RP requires the player to leave openings for others to participate! Using big, colorful words is nice and all, but… Who wants to read a soliloquy when they’re trying to RP?? It should be fun and entertaining for everyone (including the onlookers). :slight_smile:

And you should archive all of the RP here, because it would be even more fun without all of the OOC bits mixed in. :smiley:

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The challenge for me is that I’m actually building a continuum of Automation-related events for a larger fiction about my fantasy company, so regardless I’ll be writing my characters and their interactions in full detail. The BSLL simply grew larger and faster than I anticipated. Now that it’s developed to a point that publishing everything I write would be counterproductive for everybody else’s involvement, that’s why I’ll be filtering for convenience and relevance.

Also, archiving all the RP here, I considered that, but also considering the focus of this forum, I don’t know if taking up an extra thread for this wouldn’t be in line with good forum practice (hence thinking maybe I should whack it on a tumblr or something). Maybe I’m overthinking it.

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[quote=“strop”]
Also, archiving all the RP here, I considered that, but also considering the focus of this forum, I don’t know if taking up an extra thread for this wouldn’t be in line with good forum practice (hence thinking maybe I should whack it on a tumblr or something). Maybe I’m overthinking it.[/quote]

By the time all of the races are finished, there will be several books worth of RP so good luck archiving it :slight_smile:

Weird how this got me writing fiction again. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to write anything, didn’t even sign up for this year’s NaNoWriMo because I thought even that couldn’t help me. When I was younger I used to write a lot of short stories.

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[size=150]16th November 2014,Salt Lake City,Utah,USA[/size]
Enry was relaxing in his hotel room, the prolonged flights are really bad for his performance,as he learned from previous experiences in a BRC heritage event last year, nearly wrecked the 84B into a tree or two… scary as poop.
His engineers were doing a little calculations on the X90’s setup, and ultimately decided not to modify it for the next 4 stages, EGT doesn’t step back from a decision that easily, They were going to show the world who EGT were, not simply the builders of many Seishido rally and GT cars, but the ultimate motorsport tuning house, that’s why they went for an Achernar in the first place.

Enry wakes up, his back aching like crazy, he has slept in an… unorthodox position for sure, he takes a deep breath, he doesn’t have that ridiculous 6 foot scarf on his face, such delight. A loud tyre-screeching noise came from the parking lot, he looks from the window, a black, with a particular two-tone paintjob made out of mud, '04 Saiteki-L is leaving…
Oh, nothing interesting, just a Saiteki-L… OUR SAITEKI-L!!!
Enry puts on his winter jacket, the dreaded but now needed scarf and runs downstairs as fast as he can, almost tripping face-first on concrete. He roamed the whole snowy city in the X90, just to find them playing with snow like a gang of third-graders…

Enry: poker face Seriously guys… you thought that a noisy used V6 van didn’t wake me up when floored in an icy parking lot, at 7:00 AM?
Daichi: Come on dude! we wanted to play a little! Here, take these!
James: SNOWBALL BATTLE!!!
Rest of the team: incomprehensible battle cries

Daichi and the suspension engineer James started a huge snowball battle between members of the Seishido EGT division and not only, since other drivers joined the growing riot…

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Seba Machado the Third is ins his hotel room with no company but himself, so he jumps into the computer room and he wrote a mail and sent it to family and mates who are into the car business, this is a translation from spanish:

"I am doing well, the car, not so much, the front tires are too large and the suspension bottoms out I was given a chance to tune the car after the sunday so tell the team to get ready, I would be able to correct the tire issue but I havent found wheels that match the lug pattern, it also has some ugly scratches in the paint caused by japanese bushes and roadside metal fences, might as well put some stickers over those to give it street cred haha.

The first stage in Europe is going to be the TG airfield track. If i see the tv hosts I am not making myself responsible of what happens, as you well know i Kind of like May and would like to chatter with him, but Clarkson… well lets better not say it

I will be racing in the Green Hell, Flying through Eau Rouge and Le Mans, I trust that a tune-up and the monster engtine can turn the tide with ease. the snoww is dalying the speed run in the salty lake so I am for a few days staying in a hotel in Salt Lake city, funny thing that a whole bunch of ki8ds and grown up have grabbed interest in my beast and many dont know what it is, because FMU isnt so present in the continent, they still found it cool and sexy specially after looking at the engine, I have the impression that somoene raised a tent in their pants and naturally they if its going to be on sale I t0ld them the truth it will be on sale by with 15 units each year but there are more humble versions of the same car with smaller engines and even 4wd along with true rally capability

I will send another mail to Manuel Ybarra so he know what goes on with his new baby

Yours truly

Sebastain Machado The Third"

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The extra 3 days allowed for a car to be shipped over to test at Laguna Seca to try new setups for later in the series

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It was about 0-dark-thirty when Vos sashayed his way out of the elevator. He knew where she was, and he knew what she’d say, but it was at this point in the night when he thought “…Wow, I haven’t done anything really stupid today…” So he beat on Kristana’s door until she answered. As the door creaked open, he saw her. The look on her face turned from romantic expectation to sheer vulgarity when he said “So… Hey. I was wondering.” He paused. “What would it take for a guy like me to get a girl like you in the front, leaning rest?”

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With a few days to rest and prepare for the upcoming events, Aaron anticipated having a lot of work to do to retune the car, but in the end, he deliberated with his team via a mobile conference and decided that nothing was going to be done to alter the Elegance. “We keep it real then. No changes.” Aaron relayed the message to his crew.

And with that, Aaron found himself with no work to do until the race at Bonneville. He had decided to go for a long trip away from Utah and head to Las Vegas, as that was the only place where there was anything decent to do anyway, Aaron thought, with his limited knowledge of the US. He ended up in the Casino Royale Hotel, he had checked in for a 1 night stay, and he was in his room with nothing to do. He was never really a gambling guy, so he had very much come to the wrong place. He lay on his double-bed and relaxed for a bit. The diversion from the trip to Bonneville following the announcement from Strop had been disappointing, and he felt slightly annoyed. He just wanted get cleaned up and go for a roam around. He had arrived at the hotel very late, but he felt lively, and so, after showering and grabbing something to eat from one of the very nice, but expensive hotel restaurants, he got into his not-so-elegant Elegance, and went for a drive. Aaron had always wanted to come to America. He was enticed by all the brightly lit casinos and hotels and so he was content to just sit back and take in his surroundings.

Aaron didn’t know the roads out here, so he just drove for the sake of it as he watched the lights whiz by the window. He looked across at the screen on the dash and saw it was almost 3am. “Shit” Aaron exclaimed, “I’d best find somewhere to stay for the night”. He’d made it all the way to Wendover by this time, which bared no significance to Aaron, to him it was just another city, but nonetheless, he found a hotel instantly and went to check in. He had come to the US with minimal luggage: A small backpack, some money, and the clothes he stood up in. So leaving the Casino Royale Hotel in a spur of the moment-type action didn’t matter, as he had left nothing at the previous hotel anyway, so he doubted they would even know he left.

Aaron decided to treat himself and get a King Suite, relishing the thought of staying in a room akin to those he used to see on TV. Aaron steered clear of the casino; he didn’t know how to count cards or anything like that, and he was aware of the tactics the staff used to lure you into spending - and losing - more of your money, and if he ran out of money, the remainder of his trip would be rather grim to say the least. He did however take a quick trip over to the sports bar to see what it was like. There wasn’t much going on at this time of night, but Aaron thought he saw someone he knew swiftly glide past in the corner of his eye. It was Vos. “I figured everybody would be down in Vegas hitting the better casinos”, Aaron muttered to himself, giving a clear indication of how much he knew about America - there are good casinos outside of Vegas too! “Vos?” Aaron called. He obviously didn’t hear him, and continued on towards the lift; he looked like he had somewhere to go. Aaron couldn’t muster the energy to continue after him, he’d even wondered whether it was actually him, or just a figure of his imagination, which wouldn’t have surprised him given the week he’d had so far. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a quick drink before he headed off to bed.

Aaron woke with a jolt from a dream that he instantly forgot. He could hear Vos’ voice coming from down the hall. “…for a guy like me to get a girl like you…”, “what a stallion” Aaron muttered in disbelief. “Couldn’t resist having a dig at one of the American birds I guess…” He decided to stay in bed and let Vos carry out his seduction plan without interruption. He didn’t want to ruin his chances after all.

Soon Aaron’s curiosity got the better of him and he gently opened his door and peeked down the hall, where Vos was still standing, obviously trying to talk someone into letting him in their room. He craned his head around until he caught a glimpse of Vos’ target. Kristina? Aaron thought to himself, what is going on? first Rayyan with the cigarette at Mount Haruna, and now Vos? Well, at least she has a choice between them… Aaron was surprised that all three of them ended up in the same hotel, and he figured Rayyan might be close by too, Aaron decided to head back to bed for a while longer. Whatever will be will be.

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[OOC] There are some continuity issues going on here.[BIC]

[size=150]November 16th, West Wendover, NV, Red Garter Hotel[/size]

They woke up on the couch in front of the television at the obnoxious pounding sound coming from the door. Looking at the clock, Kristina exclaimed, “Holy shit! It’s almost 1am.” Anastasia got up to use the bathroom as Kristina went to the door to murder whomever was interrupting her cuddling. As she jerked open the door, she studied the man standing there, apparently drunk out of his mind.

“What would it take for a guy like me to get a girl like you in the front, leaning rest?” Vos was standing at her hotel room door, and asking for a *quickie *it seemed. Where were these guys getting this nonsense from?

She debated between knife and gun briefly, but didn’t really need the attention from the law after the drive up from L.A. Surely a report had been filed about the loud BMW running close to 200 mph on US 93. She opted instead for a polite, open-handed slap across the face. OK, perhaps it wasn’t quite so “polite”, or “open-handed”, and maybe there was more “forward thrust” than “side-to-side slapping”. Regardless, the man fell back across the hallway into the door behind him. Although he looked quite stunned, he seemed to be alright. Content with herself, she closed the door and went back to the couch, where the red head was just returning from the powder room.

Anastasia had showed up just as she was going to bed around 9am. She was onlly 31 years old, but she was so very smart. And beautiful. And she was down-to-earth and sincere. In a single word, she was amazing! After a few hours of talking about the places they had both been they had gone to breakfast, and then done sightseeing with her as a tour guide. Afterwards, they had gone to the driving range over at Toana Vista Golf Course. Anastasia was actually quite good. Kristina, not so much. Finally, they had come back to the room to watch a movie and must’ve fallen asleep, that is, until the dreadful man had come pounding in the middle of the night. They both went back to sleep, this time in the bed, after quite a long and eventful day.

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[size=150]***Transcript of Telephone Call Received, 15th November, 20:05:41:***[/size]

Officer #38051, Mendez: “Hello, this is the Salt Lake City Police Department, Karen speaking.”

+61 (03)7010-7518: “Hi, I’d like report criminal activity that has been taking place over the past twenty-four hours.”

Officer #38051, Mendez: “You’d want to contact the anonymous tipline at (801)799-3100”

+61 (03)7010-7518: “Thank you.”

[size=150]End of Transcript[/size]

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Vos flew back after being hit with, what he would later recount to his friends, the force of “A nuclear fucking bomb” and sailed across the hallway into the door behind him. The force with which he’d impacted the door left a head size crater in said door. After a second or so he comically slid down to his ass, where the door shrapnel collected on his shoulder. “Heh. I think she likes me…” He mumbled reassuringly to himself, before haphazardly climbing to his feet and trundling off down the hallway.

He later found himself in the sports bar, knee deep in a bottle of Scotch. He had blacked out somewhere between getting his ass kicked and sitting down here, it was cool though, he’d always respected any woman who could break him like that. Shortly after his third glass, an older gentleman wafted into his peripheral vision like a gentlemanly fog settling in over a cold, mid-autumn morning. “Excuse me sir.” The mans voice echoed through the air and gentle massaged Vos’ ear. It sounded if one were to take one part Morgan Freeman, one part Ian McKellen, one part Patrick Stewart, blend that in a bowl with a drizzle of Mike Rowe and set to bake in the warm glow of James Earl Jones. “Excuse me sir, are you aware that you’re bleeding?” Vos ran his fingers through his hair to find a small piece of wood jutting for the back of his head. “Pine?” He wondered allowed. “Fancy.” Then he cigarette-flicked it into the distance.

“Thanks.” He said to the older gentleman, before downing his fourth glass and excusing himself. He chose to leave this particular hotel in favor something with more … excitement. He drove down the road, setting off a number of car alarms thanks to his non-existent mufflers, and eventually found himself in front of a gigantic pyramid looking thing with an obnoxious looking light on the top. He chose to spend the rest of his night getting love from women who where paid to pretend,

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[OOC] Hm. There may be some clashing with chronology because it seems about the same time Aaron sees vos knocking on Kristina’s door, Kristina is still at the poker table in a separate establishment. I’ll draw this up on a timeline once I get back home. the question is whether we care about it enough to redact it (and how), or just forge ahead with the racing LOL. All I can say is that there’s gonna be a weird atmosphere when the GG crew finally get to the salt flats :laughing:

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Unlike his competitors, Tom decided to spend the days before Bonneville in a small hotel outside the city as partying, getting drunk and so on was not his style. He had booked a suit on the 2nd floor and out of his window, he could see his car parked right next to the road but on a carboard on the one side, on the other side what is usually dried land but because of the snow it was all white. But given the temperatures, there wasn’t that much snow, the ground was barely covered in white and it was nowhere near as freezing as in Austria.
The hotel was, well, small and not very impressive on the outside but the food was alright and the coffee was actually pretty good, which is something he never thought he’d say about american coffee.
So this morning, Tom went through his usual routine, and while he was having breakfast he heard some noises from the outside which sounded like somebody was cleaning the windows or something. Unsure about the sense of this proposition with the given weather conditions, he got curious and walked outside to see what was happening as the breakfast room had no window to look out from. When he walked out, he slapped his own face to see if he was dreaming because he couldn’t believe his eyes: two young ladies were washing his car in bikinis and high heels, just like in some music video clips from the early 2000’s. There was a rather short (5’4" or so) blonde which looked almost like Jessica Simpson which is funny given what she was doing. And then there was a brunette which, in her high heels, was just as tall as Tom (about 6ft.) with hazel eyes and a supermodel body. Still not believing his eyes, Tom walked over to the girls and stuttered “Great job, girls! Uhm, you know… this is my car… would you like to, err… go for a drive… with me?” They smiled at him, and then they said simultaneously “You can only take one”.
Staggered, and still not quite sure what was happening, he chose the tall brunette. As she walked towards the passenger seat and opened the door, however, he said “would you mind err… sitting in the back seat instead? You know… better weight distribution… this is a Rear-wheel-drive car.” With an ununderstanding headshake, she did like she was told. And Tom started the engine.
Once in perfect driving position, Tom was in his element. He was much better at driving cars than at picking up girls. So with the tires smoking like an old Russian industry factory and the engine roaring like an angry tiger, he drove off. In the inside mirror, he could see the brunette’s mouth wide open but he couldn’t hear her as the engine was too loud. Lifting off the throttle and upshifting multiple times, though, the engine got much quieter, and so did she. He asked what her name was and she said it was Elena. Realizing he wasn’t gonna floor the throttle any time soon, she put her legs between the two front seats where the operation unit for the gearbox was, with the tip of her high heels almost reaching the steering wheel because the Brimstone is a pretty damn small car. She said “Oh, i’m sorry. Am i getting in your way?” Before he could even say no, she started taking her shoes off and her apparently freshly pedicured feet with black toenails came to show. Tom was starting to sweat despite the fact that it was cold on the outside and the Brimstone didn’t have a heater. How should he react to all this?
He didn’t hesitate. He shifted three gears down and put the pedal to the metal, leaving Elena screaming behind him. Then, he braked hard, turned round with the most insane U-Turn ever seen, floored it again and left a full 400m of black lines on the ground, not counting the ones from the U -turn. Already doing close to 300km/h on this arrow-straight road, he decided to slow down a little bit and start another conversation. “You know, driving is my life. I not only own this car, i also developed it.” - “It’s scary fast!”, Elena said, with her pretty face suddenly pale like a ghost. “Yes”, he answered, “this is a car made for those who know what they’re doing and aren’t scared of using its full potential.” After a brief moment of silence, he continued “Elena, i know what you want. I just don’t like making my car dirty when it’s just got so nice and clean, you know… Let’s get back to the hotel and have a great time there instead.” She nodded understandingly.
After they got back to the hotel, Elena went to the bathroom for a few minutes and came back dressed like a lady, not like a b****. They had some lunch together and started getting to know each other a bit better. After dinner, they went to Tom’s room and… you know…
Anyway, after his morning workout and breakfast, he knew it was about time he went to Bonneville and showed his car’s immense power potential. So he asked Elena whether she would like to come with him, and she said yes. So with the wonderful night, the morning workout and breakfast, he was both physically and mentally prepared for the race.

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[OOC] Exactly. I corrected the timeline by moving it to the following night. :wink:

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[size=150]Compilation of Events Leading to the Capture and Imprisonment of “3Rayman3”:[/size]

15th November, 20:09:38: Anonymous tip received that a man was in possession of copious amounts of cannabis. The man was reportedly staying at the Casino Royale Hotel.

16th November, 03:58:19: Squad 14, lead by Lieutenant Shanahan, is dispatched to the hotel.

16th November, 04:12:13: Squad 14 arrives at the hotel, and requests a list of guests entering the hotel in the past 24 hours… The names are run through the criminal database to look for any matches.

16th November, 04:14:55: It is confirmed that “3Rayman3” has two outstanding warrants for his arrest, both for use and possession of illegal substances.

16th November, 04:21:09: The room of “3Rayman3” is forcibly entered, and the felon is arrested with little to no resistance. A search of his room commences.

16th November, 04:46:48: The subject is found to be in possession of 7lbs. of cannabis. Under Utah Criminal Code Section 76-3-204, this is a 3rd degree felony, punishable by a maximum sentence of 5 years imprisonment and a maximum fine of $5,000. In addition, Utah Criminal Code Section 53-3-220(1)©(i)(A) states that the subject’s conviction will result in a driver’s license suspension for 6 months. His car, in which an additional 4lbs. of cannabis was found will be impounded until the trial, which starts November 26th. Under Utah Criminal Code Section 76-3-301, a suspect arrested under multiple outstanding warrants is not permitted to post bail.

16th November, 05:18:35: “3Rayman3” has been transferred to the Salt Lake County Sheriff’s office, where he will remain for processing before being moved to the Salt Lake County Jail.

16th November, 09:23:32: “3Rayman3” has been placed in the Salt Lake County Jail. His illegal possessions have been transferred to the Drug Enforcement Administration.

[size=150]End of Compilation of Events Leading to the Capture and Imprisonment of “3Rayman3”[/size]

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Uh oh, that’s a much bigger continuity issue. I’m going to clarify a couple of things via PM, check your inbox 3rayman3!

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erm…