Actually, I could as well proceed with stage 2 (calculations done), but I think there is a bit of potential left here, so I decided to boost it a bit with… finally getting our part done.
The morning began for the Rhinos at 6AM with a loud banging at the hotel room door.
Thomas: BAAAAAAH MY HEAD! FUCKING MOONSHINE FROM THE HOOLIGANS… Who is it?
Carl: YOU HAD ME ON THE BRIEFING YESTERDAY! I am older than you but have less dementia, Mr. Nilpferd.
Thomas: NILFERT! Who has dementia now? Anyway, what do you want?
Carl: You look like you could need some health boost. I have excellent…
Thomas: Ibuprufen?
Carl: No, bananas…
Thomas: Do my daughter and I look like we would eat bananas?
Carl: Not at all, and this is why you should eat some!
Chantaly: YAAAAAAAAAAWN! WHO DISTURBS?
Carl: Carl Petterson, and I offer….
Thomas: I OFFER YOU THIS HALLWAY! OUT!
Thomas slammed the doors, visibly annoyed.
“WHAT DOES THIS IDIOT OFFER US NEXT? SURSTRÖMMING?”
Sadly, the hotel breakfast was soon over for most: Chantal, still wearing her pajamas, thought that getting up early meant more at the buffet - and ate it all like a vacuum cleaner, to the surprise of other teams that were in the same hotel - they would remain hungry. The Hooligans asked themselves, what would have happened if Marie had been present, but thankfully, Chantal was spared of another serious beating this time - Carl Petterson for example decided to not waste money on the breakfast fee and ate his bananas instead - a wise descision.
At the starting line, Thomas withnessed the Hooligans being in trouble, but since it was his own turn, he just grabbed his daughter, who was busy looking at the ground as if she lost something else than her mind as well.
Chantal: WE CAN NOT GO YET!
Thomas: Oh, come on, I needed 20 minutes and working gloves to get the cat into the box without killing me.
Chantal: But I… can´t find my black bandana. I Need it!
Thomas: Just take your pink one then. Or the blue one, or the Purple one, or the red one…. you have enough of that.
Chantal: BUT ONLY BLACK GOES BEST WITH MY OUTFIT!
Thomas: Like the one in your hair?
Chantal: Like… oh. Ok, we can go! HURRY, OLD MAN!
It took Thomas six beers (or three Hours) to registrate Team Tankered as last - and he tried to comfort a visibly distressed Farra. Chantal also patiently waited for the last ones to arrive, and was totally excited to offer her emotional assistance - she was used to hug everything and everyone, and since Al Katzone withdrew from her lovebombing, she just went straight to Farra and hugged her.
Thomas: At least you made it to the finish line. With that car choice, it seems like a win.
Farra: Whatever you say…Chantal: "I know how it is when everything is bad, but you are not alone! I am there for you anytime and I just wanted to say I love you and you are doing great!
Thomas: Chantal… you are really kind but nobody asked for you right now… this task of mine needed 0% Chantal, but you inserted 250% of Chantal.
Farra: Well, Mr. Nilfert, it might not have required Chantal, but to say it like this: Her presence did not make anything worse, Right? Oh, you are such a lovely person!
Farra gave Chantal a forehead kiss and gently tapped her on the shoulder before thanking Thomas for his style of comforting the team carrying the red lantern and handing Farra and her team out a beer.
Thomas prepared the Globus by folding the seats down to an even surface, putting the bags into Victors car, so that all three would fit comfortably.
Al Katzone: MEEOOOOOW!!!
Sorry, all four.
But Chantal would arrive a bit later. She suffered from serious panic attacks and went to DYCT to get love, hugs, and company, as she could not find Farra immediately, where she could also maybe hope for a bit of positive encouragement. And who knows, maybe Thomas, Victor and the cat might experience an exciting night. But for now, only Chantal was busy.
Kanna: Chantal, I can´t see you crying. I love food. I now share food with you. So you know I really love you.
Chantal: Oh, even german waffles, thanks.
Anyel: Well,… that is the belgian flag on the packaging. The german flag has horizontal stripes.
Chantal: Hori….what?
Anyel: They go this way…. like the horizon, hence horizontal. Like your t-shirt. And pants…And propably most of the clothes you brought again.
Chantal: OH! Good that I am german, I like horizontal stripes more.
Anyel: That is hard not to see, especially because I know you for a bit of time now. What do you like about that so much?
Chantal: That is simple. They know where they belong, always go in the right direction, and I have not to choose between colors. Look at this, I love both pink and purple. And they are always organized while my head is chaos. My life is zigzag and they are straight. AAARGH I CAN NOT EXPLAIN IT SMART BECAUSE I AM DUMB! I COULD NOT EVEN HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH YOU WITHOUT THIS TRANSLATOR RING! My therapist says it is typically for my autism. But, the stripes going up and not sideways confuse me a bit. So, German flag wins.
Kanna: Sure? The belgian national food is waffles, chocolate and fries, and the national beverage beer.
Chantal: WHAT? WHY CAN´T THE BELGIAN FLAG BE THE GERMAN ONE THEN? IT WOULD BE PERFECT AND I COULD BECOME BELGIAN! They should just exchange flags.
Anyel: Eh, WHAT?
Chantal: If flags are how countries introduce themselves, then taste matters.
Anyel: But flags are not marketing, Chanty.
Chantal: They are. If belgium already nailed food, why then sabotaging the marketing for me?
Everyone had a healthy laughter - except for Chantal, who ran away crying, feeling mocked by her friends, and quite dumb as well, because she knew that kind of laughter: She said something that was not smart. Just as always. But then, Mimi stopped Chantal, who did not get very far with her limping, as Chantal was not good at anything sporty, partly due to her overweight, partly due to some severe injuries she had over her lifetime.
Mimi: But they told I soooo much good things about you. So much, that me could not wait to get to know you!
Chantal (shy): And… they were wrong. I am not good.
Mimi: True! Because you are not good but great! I heard you have creative Talent. How About a bit of singing, or taking photos? I love doing that, and the Landscape is perfect. But it seems your leg hurts a bit?
Chantal: From time to time, I broke it some time ago really bad in… a …. eeeh, soccer game.
Mimi: That be sad… But, I like Soccer.
Anyel: Yes, I remember…
Chantal: DO NOT TELL THEM! IT WAS EMBARRASING!
Mimi: What is an embarrasing?Anyel:Eh, it means like… Shame ? Y-you know ? You feel shameful, is the same as a situation being embarrassing.
Mimi: Ahhh…! So, what happen ?
Anyel: Well, we can talk About when Chantal broke her hand, but also Mikkos nose.
Mimi: Who be Mikko ? Is it, like, country?
Anyel: So, I Guess this will be an interessing night, because there is a lot to tell about my shared adventures with Chantal.
teams included:
LA Racing by @Knugcab , DYCT by @Angelustyle , Tankered by @moroza , mentioned: Highway Hooligans by @Madrias , speed freaks by @nicxv (old 24h challenge team mentioned)