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Cartrips 🚗 (in a mini van)
Onnendel is happy in the middle back seat, and really needs the leg room. Usually has an audiobook going on headphones, a blanket, and an eternal bottle of water. On the off chance that he gets to ride shotgun he will delight in controlling the music.
Randal swaps driving with Travenor, and so usually trumps anyone else’s claim to shotgun. Will typically play talk radio, country gospel, or revel in the quiet. Thinks he’s navigating.
Travenor will only relinquish the steering wheel to Randal. Knows all the best gas stations and food places. Usually navigates by road signs and maps and swears GPS lies.
Dwogin would sit in whatever row Onnendel isn’t, but wants to be included in the conversation. Usually has earbuds in, but everyone can still hear his music.
Aenwest sits across from Onnendel. Often makes random comments on the scenery as if she’s seen it before. Making a “record” of the trip complete with quotes from the other passengers. Has the snacks.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
Onnendel: “Mountain!?” Looks slightly bummed, then suddenly grins “I can only imagine 🎶. . .”
Randal: Clears throat “That is Silver Mountain. A hundred and thirty two years ago, four kings met at the top to form the Confederation of the Silver Swords . . .
Travenor: “That means we are approximately a quarter of the way to our destination.”
Dwogin: Wishes he could climb up it, or better yet. . . IN IT! 😁
Aenwest: “Wow! Google maps does not do it’s majesty justice!”
@power Splendiforious. I loves it.
In similar vien:
Onnendel: I just found this beautiful song. It’s a little sad, but so thoughtful. *starts playing Ashoken Farewell*
Everyone else: A LiTtLe sAd?
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Aenwest: Few people have a truly refined taste for good food.
Dwogin: That’s a bag of Cheetos.
Aenwest: And you are saying?
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Onnendel: O_0
Travenor: What’s wrong?
Onnendel: -_O
Aenwest: I think he’s experiencing sensory overload.
Onnendel: -_-
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Dwogin: So, you’re going on a quest to save a sparkly heirloom.
Onnendel: I have precedent.
Feanor: But you chickened out on the oath.
Travenor: Who are you and how did you get in here?
Feanor(yelling): If you can’t face darkness and doom, you don’t deserve the sparkles!
Onnendel(yelling louder): I am literally blind! How can it get darker?
Feanor: Have you gone mad yet? Set things on fire?
Dwogin(eating popcorn): Elves. Such strange people.
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Randal: I think this place looks familiar.
Travnor: Huh.
*Thirty minutes later*
GPS: In a quarter mile make a U-turn.
Travnor: Oh hush. I know where I’m going.
Randal: *surreptitiously checking the map*
*ten minutes later*
Randal: *rustling the map* I don’t see that road on here.
Travenor: …
Randal: We’ve lost GPS signal!
Travenor: My hour has come.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
LOVE IT ALL!! And yes, GPS does lie.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
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