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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.
Saturday, 6am - 8am
Weather Conditions: 48 degrees. Cloudy. Pavement is still wet from overnight rain.
All vehicles are on US101 South.
Upcoming POI (optional, let me know if you want to stop at them for rest/sightseeing): Tillamook Cheese Factory, Oregon Coast Aquarium. Any POI you can find/message me about between Newport, OR and Eureka, CA.
Next Waypoint(s): Fort Stevens State Park, OR, Seal Rock, OR. Bullards Beach, OR.
VicVictory:
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 383 mi MRL: +2 FTG: -0 Notes: Team is awake, showered, and has eaten the free breakfast at the motel. They are heading out at 8a, feeling fully refreshed.
@yurimacs
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 393 mi MRL: +4 FTG: -3 Notes: Team wakes up at 7am and has broken camp/packed up by 8am. Team is feeling mostly refreshed.
@Fayeding_Spray
TBDC: 107 mi OD: 500 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +0 Notes: None.
@Madrias
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 393 mi MRL: +4 FTG: -2 Notes: Team wakes up at 7am and has broken camp/packed up by 8am. Team is feeling fully refreshed. NOTE: Parts store will be open at 8am, but will take a 10 mile backtrack to get there and a minimum of 30 minutes in store. Do you wish to visit the parts store?
@BobLoblaw
TBDC: 93 mi OD: 486 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -1 Notes: Luigi pulled over at a coffee stand, any protests not withstanding. (Boy, the coffee out here is strong! Whoo! -1 fatigue, team now feels fully refreshed)
@CriticalSet9849
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 393 mi MRL: +4 FTG: -4 Notes: Team woke up at 8am, and will be ready to leave at 9am. They are feeling mostly refreshed.
@BailsMackenzie
TBDC: 27 mi OD: 435 mi MRL: +2 FTG: -0 Notes: Team awake, showered, fed, and on the road by 7:30am. Team feels fully refreshed.
@Mikonp7
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 393 mi MRL: +4 FTG: -4 Notes: Team woke up at 7am, and will be on the road at 8am. team feels fully refreshed.
@TheBobWiley
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 491 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -5 Notes: Team awake at 7, on the road by 8am. Team is having a hard time getting their bodies and minds going this morning.
@DeusExMackia
TBDC: 76 mi OD: 469 mi MRL: +2 FTG: -2 Notes: Half hour rest taken at the Tillamook Cheese Factory. (Flaming Fart Cannons arrives 15 minutes in to your rest)
@HighOctaneLove
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 393 mi MRL: +4 FTG: -2 Notes: Team woke up at 7a, ready to go at 8a. Team feels refreshed.
@strop
TBDC: 104 mi OD: 350 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +0 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Stevens State park. Team arrives at Tillamook Cheese factory ar 730a. (Team Southend is already here)
@stm316
TBDC: 102 mi OD: 467 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +0 Notes: Lifter tick has developed. Waypoint complete: Fort Stevens State Park.
@JohnWaldock / @Sillyducky
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 393 mi MRL: +4 FTG: -3 Notes: Team woke up at 7am, ready at 8am. Team feels refreshed.
@abg7
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 393 mi MRL: +4 FTG: -3 Notes: Team woke up at 7am, ready at 8am. team feels somewhat refreshed.
@rileybanks
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 393 mi MRL: +4 FTG: -3 Notes: Team woke up at 7am, ready at 8am. team feels mostly refreshed.
@koolkei / @FrankNSTein
TBDC: 106 mi OD: 499 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +0 Notes: None.
@Rk38
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 383 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +0 Notes: Team showered, fed, and on the road at 8am. Team feels fully refreshed.
@Nomade0013 / @ramthecowy
TBDC: 105 mi OD: 498 mi MRL:+1 FTG: +0 Notes: None.
@SkylineFTW97
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 393 mi MRL: +4 FTG: -3 Notes: Team was awake by 7am and ready to go by 8am. Team feels somewhat refreshed.
The following cars are within visual range or in a pack:
None - Only one car is actually on the road.
Team Greasy Lightning
Team/Car info
Rick stepped into the lobby of the Astoria Crest Motel, rubbing his bare hands together and blowing in them. Though it was by no means freezing outside, Rick had just finished packing the trunk of the Chancellor, including all of their coats, and his jeans-and-t-shirt couture were no match for the elements.
He went to make the turn toward their room, but Jen and Fuzz emerged from the hallway just as he got to it.
“All packed,” Rick chirped with cheer. “We can grab a bite and then go.”
“They better have coffee here,” Fuzz yawned.
“Just follow Jen,” Rick chuckled. “Putting coffee anywhere near her in the morning is like chumming the water for a shark.”
Jen lifted one eyebrow and grunted, but nonetheless followed her deep (and oddly modern) instinct to hunt coffee. Fuzz groggily trudged behind her. Rick instead grabbed a bottle of orange juice, and picked up a fresh plate at the start of the buffet line. He exchanged smiles with the man just in front of him in line. It took Rick a moment to recognize him.
“You’re Mitch, right?” Rick asked.
Mitch turned toward him. “Yeah mate. You’re from Greasy Lightning, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. I’m Rick. My wife Jen and my brother-in-law Fuzz… er… Ted… are over there,” he pointed to the pair of humanoids hunched over their drinks, nursing them as if they were the very life blood of existence.
“A pleasure, Rick. My mates Sam and Dan should be here in a minute. Just grabbing something before we go.”
“Same here. You guys want to join us? It would be nice to have a little conversation to start the day, and I’m afraid these two aren’t quite ready yet.”
Mitch nodded. “Yeah, that works.”
Rick filled his plate with scrambled eggs, fruit, and bacon, and also snagged a single-serve yogurt cup. They walked over to the table just in time for Jen to get up and drag herself to the buffet. On the way, she smacked Fuzz in the back of the head.
He snorted and startled; Rick hadn’t realized that the young cop had fallen asleep.
“I’m coming, ma!” he shouted, followed by a loud expletive as he banged his knee on the table jumping up to follow Jen.
Rick shook his head, then grinned and glanced over at Mitch. “Sometimes it’s just fun to watch, I guess. I don’t mean it to be a jerk. It’s just… cute… how they can’t function this early without coffee.”
“Right. What about you?” Mitch smiled.
“Oh, I’m used to it. I get up at just after 5 in the morning for work. These two?” Rick chuckled, then pointed at his wife. “She doesn’t start work till 10 am or later. Once I go down, she binges Netflix most of the night. And him?” Rick’s finger swung over to Fuzz. “Swing shift. I don’t think he’s seen a sunrise in 15 years.”
mitch nodded. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that his teammates had arrived. He gestured to them to get food at join the table. Jen returned to the table with an entirely predictable breakfast of yogurt, granola, and fruit, as well as a second cup of coffee.
“Feeling human yet, hun?” Rick asked.
“Merrrrr…” she replied.
“So why do you call him Fuzz, anyway?” Mitch queried.
“Ah…” RIck paused for a second, caught slightly off guard. “Well, he was a juvenile delinquent. Then became a cop. Irony, right?”
Mitch thought for a moment. “Yeah, or a change of paradigm. Kind of like your choice for a car this time around. At Roulette Runner you had that little Suzume, now this time around you bring a big old Ardent Chancellor. Any reason for the big change there?”
“Yeah,” Jen blurted. “I didn’t want to drag my ass on the ground, but I broke the other car.”
“No one said you broke the car, hon.”
“Tell that to Fuzz.”
“Like I said, no one said that,” Rick quipped.
“I heard that, Rick! Just remember, I get shotgun first!”
Shit, Rick thought.
“Anyway,” he continued. “It’s not all different. The Suzume’s engine is under the hood of the Chancellor. And it just seemed right to be going on a coastal cruise in either a land yacht or a convertible. Guess which one we found first.”
(to be continued by @Rk38)
