I’ll double check when I get home. I may have typoed.
@Madrias - Oh, I’ll get you, my pretty! 
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Team Spanish Fiesta, part 2.
“I’m surprised the Bogliq guys haven’t caught up yet. We should grasp this opportunity and take a quick stop.” - Said Alejandro.
“We’ll stop later. What’s the next point of interest given?” - Ana replied.
“Fort Kearny State Historical Park.” - Said Alejandro, unfolding the map and taking a look at it.
“And how many miles until we reach it?” - Replied Ana.
During this short conversation, the T-25 overtook the yellow hatchback. Its driver and codriver were laughing their asses off at the duo. Ana punched the wheel a couple of times.
“Alejandro, I swear to God, if we’ve not overtaken them back by the end of the race…” - Said Ana, gritting her teeth at the black truck.
“Calm down. There’s still a long way to go. And besides, I bet they don’t get half the kilometres per litre we get.” - Replied Alejandro. “So are we doing that stop or not?”
“Yeah.” Replied Ana, sipping from her bottle of water. “As long as we keep a good pace, we should be good. Remember that for us to win one of the awards, we have to complete the race first.”
Alejandro then took his phone out, with an external battery, and placed both items inside the cupholder. Pressing on one of his YouTube playlists, the phone started playing the first song on the playlist, which was:
To be continued.
Fatigue: +2 (what a scorcher of a day…)
Morale: 0 (the truck might’ve overtaken us, but we can overtake them later).
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Day 1 12:00 to 14:00
The little yellow Conte didn’t block the last swerve, it looked like they were distracted so Jake sped up to pass them. Noticing this Otis rolled down his window grabbed his hat to keep it on as he leaned out the window and began barking at the driver.
Otis commented before returning to laughter “She looked pissed, I wouldn’t want to be her co-driver right now.”
Otis then reached through the back window into the cooler and pulled out a bag with several sandwiches in it, handed one to Jake and took one himself, “Time for a little lunch”.
After a couple of sandwiches Jake, “whats the next way-point, and do you want to stop?”
Otis, “Fort Kearney State Historical Park, and it would be a good place to stop switch drivers get fuel, and your mom will want a photograph of us. Might run into the gift shop and buy a book on the oregon trail too.”
Jake, “Buy a book? You can just look it up on your phone.”
Otis, “Oh yeah.” as he starts looking up information and starts reading “The Oregon Trail is a 2,170-mile (3,490 km) historic east–west, large-wheeled wagon route and emigrant trail in the United States that connected the Missouri River to valleys in Oregon. The eastern part of the Oregon Trail sp…”
Jake, “DAD! I didn’t mean read it to me”
Otis, “But its like old times.”
Jake, “But its not bedtime, and I’m not 5.”
As Otis is reading his phone, the hooligans let off their glitter bomb a mile ahead.
Jake, “What the heck?”
Otis, “Whats wrong with the truck?”
Jake, “Nothing, there was a big poof of something just up ahead next to those trucks”
As they approach the spot they see that the big poof was a glitter bomb, with sparkles spread all over the road by the big trucks.
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TEAM OUTRIDERS
12:00:
Luigi: Hand me that rag will you?
Blake: Here you go.
Luigi: (wipes sweat off his forehead) Thanks, this is unbearable.
Blake: Damn humidity. At least Zach and Marc are in the shade.
Luigi: Great, they’re resting in comfort while we’re sweating our asses off.
Blake: Let us rest and cool down while Marc drives.
Luigi: Yeah, there is that. God knows we’ve got a lot of catching up to do. And if anyone is able to huff it, it’s Marc.
Blake: True.
Luigi: If you tell him that I’ll cut your balls off!
Blake: Don’t worry, he’ll never know you said something nice behind his back.
Luigi: Okay, I’ve got the breaker bar held, get that belt on.
Blake: Right.
Luigi: Got it!
Blake: Get out from under there, go wash up. I’ll get the fan clutch on.
13:00:
Marc: We ready?
Blake: Fire her up.
(The starter cranks the motor until a low baritone roar emits from the big block)
Zach: It’s alive!
Blake: Looks like it’s dry in there, I think we’ve got it.
(The four men pile in the car and take off)
Luigi: Step on it will ya?
Marc: Not yet, I want to be sure there isn’t any problem. Besides, I figure you two would enjoy the air conditioning.
Blake: Yeah, that is nice!
Zach: We’re dead last though!
Luigi: But we’re not dead. Despite this setback, this engine is a beast. We’ll make up time.
Zach: I wish I shared your optimism.
Luigi: I think it’s a combination of heat exhaustion, dehydration, and enjoying this sudden A/C.
Blake: Let’s put some music on.
(The Enforcer is finally on the road. Morale is low due to the delayed start, but with the new water pump, there is no coolant leak. Marc is starting off at a steady pace to make sure all is okay. Then he plans to play catch up with the pack. At the moment no one is aware of anyone else’s status given how far behind they are.)
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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
VicVictory:
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.
@BobLoblaw
TBDC: 137 mi OD: 200 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +1 Notes: None
@Madrias
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)
@Mr.Computah
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.
@TR8R
TBDC: 112 mi OD: 314 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: None
@HighOctaneLove
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.
@Fayeding_Spray
TBDC: 112 mi OD: 339 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: None.
@Zabhawkin
TBDC: 120 mi OD: 362 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint Completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NE.
@conan
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)
@findRED19
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.
@Mythrin
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)
@JohnWaldock
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.
@bastormonger
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.
@abg7
TBDC: 112 mi OD: 353 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NE
@DoctorNarfy
TBDC: 116 mi OD: 345 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint Completed: Fort Kearny. At the pumps refueling at 4pm.
@DeusExMackia
TBDC: 114 mi OD: 341 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: None.
@Dorifto_Dorito
TBDC: 114 mi OD: 353 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NB.
@stm316
TBDC: 119 mi OD: 353 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NB
@LordLetto
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.
Oh God
“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. 
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Highway Hooligans
Day 1, Stage 2 (Noon - 2p) - Glitter Bomb!
For the most part, the trip to Kearny wasn’t that difficult. Being shadowed by team Teal Terror the whole way, Jake kept his foot in it, though kept weaving to make passing difficult. However, the big engine began to protest at the violent sloshing of the fuel in the tank, and soon after, a light glowed on the dash.
“What’s that light -” Marcus started to say, though was rudely, and promptly interrupted by Ivan.
DING! “Your Fuel level is Low.”
“Gotcha. Jake, gas station on the right.”
Jake swerved into the station and everyone bailed out. The nozzle was crammed into the fuel filler, and fuel started flowing while Trevor ran off to the bathroom carrying… Something. Marcus headed inside to help replenish their basic supplies, as did Cody. With the Dynamite’s tank full, Jake headed inside to pay.
Some time between all four members of the Highway Hooligans being otherwise occupied (three getting supplies, one replacing the gas station bathroom air freshener with a Stinker to make everyone else’s day worse), Teal Terror stopped fueling and proceeded to smear something over the windshield.
When they came back out of the gas station, however, it was apparent that their car had…
“WHAT THE FUCK!? THEY SMEARED SHIT ON THE WINDSHIELD!” Marcus yelled.
“That’s a lotta shit and there’s cameras around here. Bet it ain’t shit.” Cody said.
“Doesn’t smell like someone dropped a deuce out here. Smells awful, though.” Jake added.
“I can’t smell anything, I got an ass-blast to the face while taking their air freshener.” Trevor admitted, only to look shocked about half a second later.
“Thanks for volunteering to clean the windshield.” Jake said.
“Why me?!”
“‘Cause you can’t smell anythin’ and I have to drive the car. Jake’s got that laptop and that shit’ll never get out of the keys, and Cody would puke all over it while trying to clean it.” Marcus said.
It took a significant chunk of their travel time to clear the windshield, though it did come clean, for the most part.
“So, what are we going to do when we catch them?” Trevor asked.
“Add some craft glue to that cannon of yours, and next time, hit the fucking windshield. We’ll see how they like getting sticky shit off their window.” Marcus said, having taken the driver’s seat. They left the gas station in a rolling cloud of tire smoke, trying to catch up. “Either that, or we’ll run them off the god-damn road.”
With the vivid green fog lights on, the green neons glowing steady, and the xenon blue headlights switched on, the Hooligans weren’t going for stealth. The engine roared as they hurtled down Interstate 80, Marcus not being nice to the car as he chased down team Teal Terror.
Aftermath:
Morale: +2 (+1)
Fatigue: +7 (+4)
Waypoints Completed: 2 (+1)
Notes: Windshield Cleared, mostly. Not thinking Nice Thoughts about team Teal Terror.
(OOC: @VicVictory, Yep, I expected that would happen. It is only a minor setback, and actually expected as I’m playing the team of Major Assholes this trip. Not entirely sure what they’d do if they caught up to you or passed you, but there’s a good chance it’ll be messy. For the record, they wouldn’t put glue in the cannon, but I’m sure there’s something that could be done for retaliation. And yes, I know, they’re retaliating after instigating it. Either way, this is all in good fun and only minor setbacks, and the Hooligans would stop far short of anything that’d actually damage the cars.)
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Previous [Day 1, Noon Through 2pm]
Team Rice Box
Day 1, Somewhere Between 2pm and 4pm
“Well, we lost your crush.” Charlotte said
“We’ve had quite a few cars pass us, too. Maybe Banana isn’t as good as you thought?”
“Do not upset Banana.” Charlotte had a serious expression, that was betrayed by the smiling in her eyes. “I do like it here, though. Nicer than Calgary”
“Pfffffffffffff, This is in no way nicer than Calgary. This is fucking Back country.”
“I’m getting bored. When’s the next waypoint?”
“Fuck if I know, we just gotta stop at Fort Kearny.”
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.”
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Kim and Benny parked the Bonchon at a petrol station. The car is still working very well apart from having no bonnet.
While refueling, a woman parked a small Mitsushita to have it refueling. When she noticed the Bonchon while stepping out of it she reacted in the way I reckon somebody would when they see Jesus walking on water. Flabbergasted would described the way she react very well.
“God I thought for a moment Operation Desert Storm is still going on. That’s the Masterpiece, correct? Where the hell did you find that thing?!” That woman exclaims with much amazement and excitement.
“We found it in Pennsylvania, the home of all terrible cars!” Benny replied to that woman, much to her amusement.
“Where are you two going?” She asked again.
“Oregon.” Kim replied this time.
“Hahahahahahahahahahaha!” The woman laugh out loud at Kim’s answer. It took a bit until she stopped… “Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha!” But she started laughing again and didn’t stop until quite a while. Kim and Benny took this as a good omen for their journey.
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Team Mountain Pass
Thursday, Noon to 2PM.
GWDT, Thursday, 2 - 4PM
These events take place between two and four PM, Thursday afternoon…
Pierre
The run to Lincoln was an uneventful one. The Leeroy shrieked along, never missing a beat, with only my thoughts and laser-like focus on the horizon to keep me company. Thankfully nothing else had fallen off, or come loose, since the earlier incident but this meant there was nothing to break the monotony. I’d be more concerned about fatigue setting in but the Le-Mans car isn’t comfy enough to lull me to sleep. We have five point harnesses and fibreglass buckets, they’re well padded but they’re still really not suited to having normal sized dudes in them for a long period of time!
Turns out we won’t be making our waypoint today; we had to get fuel at Lincoln. Once we worked out where and how to insert the fuel nozzle we were golden but I swear it took us easily five minutes to get it done. Once we were topped off we pulled a pair of sevens and got the hell outa there… Just a few more miles and we’d be at our next waypoint!
Andrew
As wildcards go, this Leeroy is one hell of a call. On one hand you have lots of speed, excellent grip and we are, by far, the coolest car in the parking lot! But on the other hand, no radio, no aircon, no comfy seats and limited room to move due to the harnesses. Also there are fumes everywhere and race cars are just plain noisy. I find myself dreaming of the next time we stop so I can run around, stretch my legs, do the macarena, ANYTHING, but be stuck in this seat!!!
We have to stop for petrol at a town called Lincoln. When we arrive at the fuel station I take the opportunity to carefully tape over the harpy hole and then spend five minutes arguing with Pierre and the fuel attendant on how to operate the fuel tank flap. When Pierre gets the fuel flap open I go into the fuel station’s store, stand in front of the cameras and dance the macarana until we’re ready to go. Pierre yells out to me once he’s finished then I pay the now thoroughly confused fuel attendant, run over to the passenger side of the Leeroy then clamber into my seat. I’m barely strapped in when Pierre floors it, leaving two neat lines and a lot of tyre smoke behind… Wait! Do you hear that? Me neither. The she-devil in the wheel well has been silenced; hopefully forever!
TBDC: 114 miles
OD: 330 Miles
Morale: +0 (-5 total) We made up for lost time but still aren’t in the lead…
Fatigue: +6 (+10 Total) Being strapped into a road rocket for hours on end isn’t as fun as it first seemed this morning!
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Team Big Blue, Part 3
Kearney, NE
As Team Big Blue refuels their vehicle, they discuss their plans for the next leg…
Paul: So, what should we do before we reach the next waypoint in Ash Hollow?
Steve: The most logical plan would be to maintain our current pace. Fatigue is not really a major issue yet.
Ash: Otis and his big black truck are way out in front, and our car’s not fast enough to outdrag it on the straights. We’re hoping to cancel out his extra grunt with more economy and better handling…
Jez: Oi nutter! The roads around here are too flat and straight for us to do that. And we also have to fend off several other cars right now… But one of the teams has encountered more mechanical problems and has had to slow to a relative crawl.
Ash: My mistake. I thought being a relative tortoise instead of a hare would pay off… Hey, who is it that smeared Vegemite all over the Dynamite?
Paul: I don’t know. Could be someone from Teal Terror, but I can’t determine the perpetrator’s identity for certain.
Steve: Regardless, he or she must be playing dirty… literally.
Paul: Anyway, if I ever went to Kearney again, I’d make a stop at the Big Apple Fun Center if I had enough time. That place has laser tag, bowling, indoor karts, arcade games, a sports bar, a ball pit - for those with big balls - and…
Ash: …a beach volleyball court, of all things, with actual sand - thousands of kilometers away from the nearest coastline. I’m already considering it as a destination for my next winter break, just so that I can fulfill my Abby Beckingham fantasies - with my mates of course…
Jez: I have no idea who that person is, but I think it would be best to just shut up and drive… again. Besides, the tank’s already full of petrol and can’t hold any more.
Paul: All right then, let’s just hit the road and head for the next waypoint.
With that, Team Big Blue left the gas station and resumed their pursuit of the Redneck Express.
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Team Spanish Fiesta, part 3.
Kearney, NE.
The brothers stopped to refuel, and stretch their legs. As soon as they stopped, they recognized a familiar vehicle: the Redneck Express.
“Oh, look who’s here.” Said Ana, as she pulled the handbrake to stop the car.
“Oh, it’s the duo! Let me distract them, you know what to do.” - Replied Alejandro.
Alejandro started talking to Otis and Jake, about the race, their duel back at the road and that stuff before they left. While Alejandro talked to the two refueling, Ana used the dust on their rear windshield to draw a…rather questionable shape with a smile on top. She then went back to the car and joined the talk. As the truck left, so did Alejandro and Ana, hitting the road once again.
“How could people live with these seats back in the 80s?” - Asked Ana, stretching her back.
“Dunno, but we should definitely stop…at the Scotts Bluff Monument.” - Replied Alejandro.
Ana stopped there, where both brothers had lunch and a quick break before resuming their trip. They packed everything up and restarted the engine. Alejandro played the second song on his playlist, which was:
To be continued.
Morale: +0 (just another segment, nothing too special.)
Fatigue: +6 (@VicVictory do I remove it with the POI stop?)
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Yes, when it occurs, it will help reduce fatigue and/or rate of fatigue. Based on the distance, I’d estimate either this coming or the following time period is when you’ll get there.
Kinga is leaning against the facade of the garage, visibly suffering from the heat, her hands in her pockets, her expression a mixture of boredom and defeat. Jacek, also clearly affected bye the temperature, is sitting on a bench nearby, oddly content with his laptop open, reading/watching up on some sci-fi trivia. After a while, Kamil steps out, Kinga slightly raises her head towards him.
Kinga: “So? What’s it look like”
Kamil: “They’ve got a reasonable looking radiator in stock, fitting it shouldn’t take long, so let’s get cracking.”
Jacek(hastily shutting down his laptop and hurrying over to the other two): “Guess I’ll be able to tell you which hose goes where, let’s see…”
Some half-competent fiddling later Team Jet is on the road again.
Kamil: “Damn, nearly 600kkm with hardly any trouble, and now a capital breakdown some 3 hours into the tour!”
Jacek: “Could’ve been worse, the head gasket survived.”
Kamil: “Looks like it, at least - better not jinx it:”
Kinga: “So, are we dead last now?”
Kamil: “Not sure what that Truck back there is doing - didn’t even get out of the starting blocks.”
Jacek: “Second-to-last, then.”
Kamil: “Yeah, that’s not exactly what I meant when I was talking about not being too competitive.”
Kinga: “Let’s just see if we can catch up to some of the others - or just fuck it and look for someplace nice to visit.”
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Day 1 - Kent Croissants
12 - 2 PM
The three boys were getting hot in the little car even with the sunroof open and windows wound down they were still suffering in the 32 degrees C of heat.
“Jordan wind down the window on my side” said Damien who only being used to British weather was suffering in the heat and was in his mind not making a fuss.
“It is down, drink some water or something” replied Jordan who was reaching for the family bag of Walkers crisps. “Who’s eaten a packet of cheese and onion there’s supposed to be six and there’s five” Jordan’s voice got slightly louder with each word.
“Not me” Aaron quickly replied knowing Jordan was annoyed about sitting in the back “I don’t like those ones maybe some fell out at camp” he added.
“Crisp packets just don’t fall out of the bag when it was sealed do they” Jordan replied, the heat was getting on his nerves and sitting in the back had amplified it to another level.
“I had them alright I opened them this morning” said Damien even though he hadn’t actually known of the bags existence until around a minute ago.
Jordan seemed to settle and apologized for getting so tetchy, despite this he still had suspicions about what happened to that lost packet of cheese and onion crisps.
2 - 4 PM
The car pulls into the petrol station for refueling and a toilet stop. Jordan nips to the toilet, Damien goes into the shop to buy fizzy drinks and Aaron checks around the car.
“It’s wet itself a bit” said Aaron as Damien reappeared from the petrol station with a bottle of water and some Gatorade.
“Jordan just went to the loo how could he…” Damien replied walking over to the car and putting the bottles in the footwell.
“No you idiot THE CAR its leaking oil a bit, poor things made a ickle puddle” said Aaron from underneath the car.
“I thought you knew it was doing that already?” questioned Damien who was now leaning up against the car drinking from the bottle of water.
“It’s got a bit worse now, lucky I brought some quarts of oil just in case” replied Aaron getting up and brushing his hands off.
As Jordan comes out of the station a grey estate car belonging to Team Science Guys pulled into the pumps behind the Friala and the typical awkward English smile, nod and “alright” was aimed in the direction of the the youngest of the brothers who had gotten out of the Shromet wagon, the gesture was reciprocated back.
The car pulled out of the station at 4 O’clock with Aaron’s choice of The White Stripes playing and he managed to execute a little squeal from the tires of the car and pulled out of the station despite the low power car.
(Both Time Updates Put Together)
Fatigue: +5 (6 total)
Moral: +1 (2 total)
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day 1 2:00
Team Redneck
Otis and Jake continue on down the road towards their first real stop, so far the truck is running like a champ at least so far.
Jake pulls the truck into the parking lot of the Fort Kearny State Historical Park, then the two get out running arround like lunatics taking many pictures of the cannons, and fort the take off again panting.
Otis then starts to send the pictures from his phone to his wife back home, then sends his sons pictures.
As they pull into the fuel station the Highway Hooligans and the Teal Terror are already there and both teams look like they are both up to some shinanigans so they pull the truck up to the pumps on the opposite side of the station.
Otis heads for the restroom first while Jake gets started on fueling up the truck. When Otis gets back he comments “its a bit stinky in there, like someone crapped all over the place but it looks clean.” Jake heads off to the restroom while Otis finishes filling and begins checking the fluids.
Jake is on his way back when the crappy little yellow car rolls in. Alejandro walks over and starts talking to Otis and Jake about the race, the truck, their car etc, anything to keep the two occupied, which works because with 3 people moving about while Jake and Otis are trying to check over the truck they miss Ana sneaking over to the rear.
The two keep buisy preparing for the next leg while answering or dodging questions some answers are exadgerated, others are understated, but listening for anything that might be actually usefull to them.
Finished with with the fuel and checks on the truck they move some afternoon snacks from one of the coolers to the cab and head out, not even noticing what was written on the tailgate.
Jake comments, “This place is so flat, I wonder if this is where all of the flat earthers are from?”
MRL +1 (2)
FTG +2 (5)
OOC: a little joke concerning a discussion on discord recently.
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Team Outriders
14:00:
(Blake and Luigi are napping in the back seat, Marc is driving)
Zach: They look beat, we should’ve given them a hand.
Marc: Oh no, one thing I’ve learned is that you never offer a mechanic help unless he asks for it.
Zach: That some kind of ego thing?
Marc: No, it’s just that most people who “try to help” only end up getting in the way.
Zach: Still though, I feel kind of bad about it.
Marc: It’s not like they didn’t expect it. This car is a bit old and worn.
Zach: Yet seems to be running okay.
Marc: I’m just glad they made sure it has working A/C. A lot of those other cars didn’t have any. And with this temperature, that’s gonna be a pain. Seems like nothing saps strength better than humidity.
Zach: sigh
Marc: You still depressed?
Zach: I figured I had my whole future planned with her. We were engaged.
Marc: Oh my God, I had no idea.
Zach: Well, engaged to be engaged.
(whack)
Zach: Ow!
Marc: You ass! If you love it, put a ring on it!
(The Enforcer cruises on ahead, given how far behind they are, they still have no clue what the other teams are up to or any shenanigans between them.)
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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, 4PM - 6PM
Weather Conditions: 92 degrees, sunny, humid
All vehicles are on I-80 West or 26 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
VicVictory:
TBDC: 120 mi OD: 470 mi MRL: -1 FTG: +7 Notes: Team is feeling tired. Lack of A/C and extreme temperature is taking its toll. Team has stopped quickly at the side of the road to switch drivers.
@BobLoblaw
TBDC: 139 mi OD: 339 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Refueled in Lincoln, NE. Team is making extremely good progress at this time.
@Madrias
TBDC: 135 mi OD: 483 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +4 Notes: Team is starting to feel slightly fatigued. An incident has occurred. See Teal Terror RP below.
@Mr.Computah
TBDC: 124 mi OD: 469 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +7 Notes: Team is feeling tired.
@TR8R
TBDC: 84 mi OD: 398 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +1 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NE. Team has taken a brief rest at Fort Kearny.
TBDC: 15 mi OD: 345 mi MRL: -3 FTG: +5 Notes: Waypoint complete: Fort Kearny. CRITICAL FAILURE: Pulling onto the highway coming out of Fort Kearny, the rear differential failed.
@Fayeding_Spray
TBDC: 102 mi OD: 441 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NE.
@Zabhawkin
TBDC: 131 mi OD: 493 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +3 Notes: None.
@conan
TBDC: 119 mi OD: 464 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +3 Notes: None.
@findRED19
TBDC: 61 mi OD: 406 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +1 Notes: Team has taken an hour break at Fort Kearny.
@Mythrin
TBDC: 116 mi OD: 461 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +4 Notes: Team is feeling slightly fatigued.
@JohnWaldock
TBDC: 92 mi OD: 432 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +6 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearny, NE. Team is feeling tired.
@bastormonger
TBDC: 110 mi OD: 335 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +3 Notes: Team is feeling slightly fatigued.
@abg7
TBDC: 130 mi OD: 483 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +5 Notes: Team is feeling slightly fatigued.
@DoctorNarfy
TBDC: 118 mi OD: 463 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +3 Notes: None.
@DeusExMackia
TBDC: 101 mi OD: 442 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NE.
@Dorifto_Dorito
TBDC: 121 mi OD: 474 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +5 Notes: Team is feeling slightly fatigued.
@stm316
TBDC: 126 mi OD: 479 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +4 Notes: None
@LordLetto
TBDC: 117 mi OD: 462 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +6 Notes: Team is feeling slightly fatigued.
The following vehicles are in packs:
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Team Teal Terror
“Alright, right here. Pull it over,” Fuzz said. “I gotta take a leak, anyway.”
Jen, pulled the Smoke onto the right shoulder, popped it out of gear, and set the brake. Fuzz jumped out and ran down the berm at the side of the road. She could hear him unzip and relieve himself, much to her dismay. Once he came back to the road, she got out, walked around the front of the coupe, and took her new position as the navigator.
She buckled in, but Fuzz wasn’t in the driver’s seat yet. She looked around, and found him behind the car, looking back the way they came.
“What are you doing? Let’s go!”
“Just a second. Should be any moment now.”
“A moment for what?” she asked. Just then, a bright green splotch arrived on the horizon, closing in fast. “Oh no. What are you doing now?”
The Dynamite continued to make up the distance. Fifteen seconds later, Fuzz turned around and bent over, giving Team Highway Hooligans a perfect view of the full moon as they blazed past.
Jen shook her head and sighed. “You’re going to get us killed, Stupid.”
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Team Mountain Pass
Thursday, 2 - 4PM.
GWDT, Thursday, 4 - 6PM
These events happened between four and six PM, local time…
Pierre
Everything was going great. The car was refueled, I did a burnout, we reached Fort Kearny, all seemed fine… Then all hell broke loose!!! I gunned the throttle entering the highway and just as we merged the differential failed. One moment there was sweet thrusting power to be had, the next nothing. No drive. No thrust. Nothing!
Thankfully we didn’t spin but we did get rear-ended by a Mack truck so our race is finished. Killed by a dead diff and the main protagonist of Convoy… Looks like whenever I roll the dice I get snake-eyes. 
Andrew
We reached Fort Kearny without incident, I took the picture and we got going again. Then disaster struck. The diff decided it wanted to go on a vacation and left the housing via the oil-pan. As soon as we lost drive, the Leeroy violently lurched over to the side of the road; a semi going by with our wing on its bumper the culprit. Pierre was in shock so I slapped him, as I could smell fuel, we needed to exit this wreck pronto!
We got out of the car and had just enough time to retrieve our go-bags with our identification in it when, with a loud whoosh, the LM079-13 proceeded to burn to the ground. After about ten minutes there was nothing left but a steel spaceframe, heavily warped engine block and a pile of ashes… As well as our dreams of victory.
Goodnight sweet prince, your power and beauty will forever live on in our dreams! 
TBDC: 15 miles
OD: 345 Miles
Morale: -3 (-8 total) We’re out of the race… Again! 
Fatigue: +5 (+15 Total) Escaping a burning car is scary and tiring too!
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Previous [Day 1, 2pm through 4pm]
Day 1, Somewhere between 4pm and 6pm
“Oh shit.” Lyra was excited.
“Wha-. Oh. Fucking hell.” Charlotte had just seen what made Lyra so Excited. Team S.O.B. was here, too. They were at the Fort Kearny Petrol Station.
“Go, Fucking say Hi, or something.” Charlotte was pushing Lyra toward team S.O.B., camera sneakily at the ready. “This’ll be great.” Charlotte said quietly, with a large grin on her face.
OOC; @DeusExMackia Enjoy.
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Highway Hooligans
Day 1, 2-4p - “What the hell is this shit!?”
Marcus was making good time on the highway, the E5’s truck engine opened up wide as traffic cleared up.
“Think we’ll catch 'em?” Jake asked.
“Of course we will. Just a little matter of time is all it’ll take before we catch the teal turd. And we’re making up good time by driving fast.” Marcus said.
Trevor yawned, then said, “Possibly consider stopping somewhere in the next, I dunno, four or six hours, Marcus?”
“Maybe. I’ll cross that bridge when we all have to come to it.”
“What are those chuckle-fucks doing over there?” Cody interrupted, seeing team Teal Terror on the side of the road. Jake was already rolling the window down, an empty water bottle in hand to throw. A few seconds later, it was revealed that Fuzz was busy mooning them. Jake threw the empty water bottle at him as they flew past, with Cody giving the finger.
“Ah, damn, I missed a chance to be hilarious.” Trevor said. “I’d been practicing for months now, too.”
“Yes, yes, we all know, you figured out how to howl like a wolf. Admittedly, it would’ve been fuckin’ hilarious, but they’d never hear you over this mess. The garbage toss worked out better.” Marcus said. “And where’d you get the bottled water, Jake?”
“Was the empty one in Trev’s cupholder.” Jake said.
“Oh, that. Grabbed it out of someone’s supplies at camp.” Trevor said.
“How much shit did you take?!” Cody asked.
“Well, there’s the two bottles of shit beer I had, the bag of cheese and onion chips that kinda sucked, three bottles of water, four packs of beef jerky, some tomato sauce, though I didn’t grab that for eating, and just a few dozen other little things.”
“Well, if you’ve swiped enough beef jerky for the four of us, then share.” Marcus said, grinning.
Trevor gladly gave the other three bags over, and for the better part of ten minutes, the only sounds in the car were chewing and the thumping, pounding bass of some dubstep being played at way-too-high-a-volume. Then the windows went down and the four empty bags hit the sky.
“That was, admittedly, really good beef jerky.” Jake said.
“Well, I try. Finding the good stuff is really hard sometimes.” Trevor said, grinning.
Aftermath:
Morale: +2 (No Change)
Fatigue: +11 (+4)
Waypoints Completed: 2 (No Change)
Notes: Feeling a little tired, enjoying pilfered snacks.
(OOC: If anyone wants things to be ‘inconveniently’ disappeared for some team tensions, please, feel free to blame it on the Highway Hooligans.)
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