SPACE COAST: PRIVATE CONVO: LOVELACE

[murdergate]

[ who's driving the car? ]

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[murdergate]

You'll be fine! One moment. Wait here.

[ nodd vaults the railing and looks for someone who really, truly knows what they're doing. not long after, he'll return with an e.l.c he's been assured is quite gentle and meant for the skittish, foreign rider. mods said i could ]

They said we can borrow this guy for a while.

[thematics]

[ hrmrmgmhngh okay. ]

... Fine. But if I lose a finger under a hoof, I'm holding you personally responsible.

[murdergate]

If you lose a strand of hair because of this sweet thing, I'll eat my own.

[ sweet thing pronounced with a nice pat to the e.l.c.'s shoulder. he gets that they're not living(???), organic beings, but they're friend-shaped besides. ]

I'll give you a hand up.

[thematics]

That'd be a bit much, at the moment.

[ your HAIR ]

[murdergate]

It will probably go away.

[ probably! anyway, if she won't take a hand, he's kneeling, forming a very solid platform with his hands for her to step upon if that's her preference. ]

[thematics]

What happens if you cut it, like this? Just curious.

[ like does it instantly grow back...

anyway, she'll take the hand! and pretty easily hoist herself up. and then just sit there like. now what. ]

[murdergate]

Good thing for our bathroom floor is the cut hair disappears. Bad news for me, what's left on my head grows back out. But I've seen others with worse and it's better than never feeling fed.

[ nodd surveys the area. ]

The locals don't seem to use reins, so try squeezing in with your calves. Gently.

[thematics]

Yeah, I've hated both of these. I'm ready for next week already.

[ although lovelace hasn't really been exhibiting many changes...? being a little nervous seems to be making her hands turn blue, but that's subtle and pretty minimal.

she follows the advice. ]

[murdergate]

[ blue hands!! cute.

nodd remains alongside lovelace and the e.l.c. as it begins to step forward. a very light step to begin with. ]

Very good. We'll go along the perimeter, see how you feel. And I'll have a fun story to tell a druid I know if I get to see him again.

[thematics]

[ she does not think it's cute... ]

... So you're used to riding—not machines like this, probably, but animals? Horses?

[murdergate]

Horses, donkeys. An actual elk but with more legs than this. Too many legs. That druid I mentioned--he has interesting beast forms.

[ a pet to the e.l.c.'s metal flank. ]

I take it you haven't, though.

[thematics]

Nnno. We have... cars. Not a lot of need to ride animals.

And we don't have druids. At least, not the same way.

[murdergate]

[ sure, he knows what a car is now, via exposure to all sorts of shit aboard the eudora. they don't sound that fun, though. like, you can't bond with a honda. ]

Ah, you're from magicless planet Earth?

[ see! learned stuff! ]

[thematics]

Yeah. Just a whole lot of science. Which can feel similar, sometimes.

[murdergate]

[ nods. ]

Before the Eudora, I thought all space travel was done via magic--via portal. I didn't know you could build a vessel.

[thematics]

Ha. Portals would make things easier. We don't have those.

[murdergate]

As far as I know, only full-blood elves from the old families do, anyway. They wouldn't be open to sharing with you or me.

[thematics]

That's so stingy...

[murdergate]

I agree.

[ he's no elven loyalist. the opposite, even. ]

You seem comfortable now. Not so bad, riding, is it?

[thematics]

It's not bad.

[ ... ]

But if you step away and leave me up here alone I'll kill you. [ ok ]

[murdergate]

Wouldn't dream of it.