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midnightroads1. I am driving a car. [Memshare: Crichton, Valdis, Okie, Jeff, indefinitely open. Note: These are all different drives on different nights during a several year period in Bash's life.]
You tumble out of the crack in reality and into the pleather-covered seat of a taxicab on a rural backroad on a spring night. Or maybe it’s more like dusk? The sky is blue velvet, the last lingering hints of color dying as the car continues forward. The air is heavy with the scent of magnolia blossoms, thick like a church lady’s perfume, and there’s coffee and cigarette smoke in the air too.
The driver of the cab shows no surprise at someone dropping out of nowhere into his back seat. He lifts a hand with silver rings on the fingers, touching the iron lantern that sheds eerie ghostly silver light hanging from the rear-view mirror; he’s checking to see if you’re a ghost. But regardless of the result, there’s simply a bit of a nod. “Where you headed, cuz?”
The Cajun accent is thicker, and his voice is younger, but it’s the same, still the same as the one you know. This is Bash. This is Bash’s cab.
The radio is on. The night seems like it could stretch on forever.
2. I am carrying a pizza. [Memshare: Ava, Cesar, Open to 2 more maximum]
A graveyard. Late at night, but not quite midnight, because that feels like it would be on the nose. The sky is starry and moonless, and the nearest lights are streetlights outside the iron fence. There’s an eerie atmosphere in the air, beyond the chill of mid-October in Boston, and yet…
A man walks down the path, his arms full. In one hand, a thermos. On the other, a large pizza box. He seems relaxed, at ease. This is clearly not his first time walking this path (and the darkness is no hindrance to the Demigod of Midnight Roads).
For the moment, he seems to be the only person around.
3. I am grabbing a pool cue. [Memshare: Open, CW: kissing a mindless zombie if the scene doesn’t change significantly]
You’re at the top of a flight of stairs, facing down. Behind you, the noise of a bar on a busy night. Below, quieter. Voices, the sound of people playing a game of billiards. Clacking. And there’s a faint smell of…something. Musty cold decay, something. There are cobwebs in the corner of the stairwell.
One of the voices you hear is Bash’s.
4. I am rolling a neon-colored ball. [Oh shit, we got a bowling alley]
If Bash didn’t know better, he’d say that Someone had been listening in on his conversation with Sharky. But of course someone knows better, right? Right. Look, he’s not aiming for a high score this game, not really. He’s just taking the heaviest ball he can find and rolling it as hard as he can. Stress relief, by tiring yourself out.
There’s a pitcher of pop and a cheese pizza off to the side. The pizza is shit quality, but sometimes that’s what you need.
5. This is a wildcard.
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