Imeeji: IC Continuations

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Previous:
Speed Dating [Day 32]
Mistletoe Game [Day 71]
Social Bingo [Day 101]

Includes:
B's Fancy Dance [Day 102]
Kissing Game [Day 124]
Mistletoe 2 [Day 187]
Objective Game [Day 223]
Tokyo-F Stamp Rally (Age Up and Age Down Event) [Day 245]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I mean a real bike.

You want to race?

Let's fucking race!

[unbr8kable]

Hey, if you wanna kick it up a notch--

[and honestly, when does he not]

--I'm down. I don't got a bike, but I know where Hurricane keeps his.

[like a good friend]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Meet me in front of the hotel in five then.

[unbr8kable]

'Course. Get your best race queen uniform and get ready to lose!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

As if I always didn't look my best when grinding my opponent into the dirt.

[And with a flair of coat, because of course, he turns to go find wherever he parked his bike.

Oh well.

At least he can drive it to himself if he can't find it]

[unbr8kable]

[Snorts and heads for where Hurricane usually leaves his. It doesn't take that long to retrieve and jump it, and she speeds back to the hotel with a squeal of tires... Right, that's how driving works]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[If you don't annoy the neighbors, what's even the point.

His motorcycle looks like a Blue Eyes White Dragon. This should surprise Nemesis exactly 0% when he pulls up to the hotel]

[unbr8kable]

[Pretty much]

Wow... So, what's the course? Here to the hospital? Or...?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Opens his mouth to say something.

Closes it as he thinks for a second.]

. . .



Hospital is good.

[Just in case they need bandages afterwards]

[unbr8kable]

[Precious peach skin]

[She leans forward and revs the engine, getting the feel of the machine, then flips down the visor of the helmet]

Count us off?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Oh, she's wearing a helmet. Maybe he should be wearing a---]

Three. Two---

[unbr8kable]

[You should have a helmet? Safety first??? She figures he's got one of those fancy kinds that pop out the collar of his jacket upon impact, so doesn't do anything but raise an eyebrow at him]

See ya at the finish line!

[And at whatever time one ought to be, she's off like a shot...sorry if that was jumping the gun]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Not by his standards, at least.

But as she is revving her bike up to full speed, she might notice that it is going faster than the speedometer normally allows.

Faster than the laws of physics actually allow.

C'mon, Nemesis.

Let's have a real high speed overloaded bike race]

[unbr8kable]

[Nice...

[Grin spreading, she shoves off the helmet so she can feel the pressure of the wind on her face (sorry Hurricane...also sorry whatever it was that crashed into at way-too-high speed). She leans in lower to the bike, revving it higher as it jolts forward impossibly fast]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[An adrenaline junkie after his own heart...





Intensity also guns it. (Of course!)

The city streets are too narrow for turning at these speeds, so at the next available park, Intensity offroads it. Sliding between trees are inadvisable speeds.

Look sharp, Nem. Overload only last like 15 minutes tops before the bikes melt and need to be repaired]

[unbr8kable]

[Good thinking. Of course she's past the park as she realizes it, and waits for the next best thing--cutting through one of the larger department store sets, fishtailing through the mostly empty inside and just barely clipping her arm on the door as she exits, whoops. But it's moving back the right direction again, and she can see Intensity not far off]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Which means he has to try to get right up next to her and pace her, of course.

Like that person who just won't let you pass on the left.]

[unbr8kable]

[Tsk]

Sunday driver!

[Of course, the words are lost in the wind almost as quick as she speaks them; the way she attempts to weave around him is likely more easy to catch, trying to milk even more from the squealing engine]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[His laughter also is lost in the wind as he peels away to attempt taking a shortcut across the train tracks.

Surely he won't biff it on his bike if he does that.

...

Surely]

[unbr8kable]

[This time she follows alongside, attempting to force him over, like a game of chicken. Definitely safe to be doing at xxx kph]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Points to the track splitting up ahead, grinning wickedly at her.

Choose wisely!]

[unbr8kable]

[Hoots out a laugh, speeding up before shifting her weight and popping a smallish wheelie. Which just is blown back to a largish wheelie given their speed, and...hm, wonder if that looks as impressively dangerous as it feels.

There's only a few weightless seconds of teetering on one wheel before she shifts her weight back down with just the slightest bit of legit alarm. Either way, she gets control over the bike by the time she's definitively headed down the left fork (which, she's left handed, of course this was the only choice, hopefully it's actually going the right direction)]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Yes, Nemesis, that wheelie was delightfully dangerous looking from this angle. Also caught on Intensity's camera eye. He'll send her a picture later.

And with a bark of laughter of his own, he takes the right course.

(Is either of them the right direction? Will the tracks meet up again?

We just don't know.)]

[unbr8kable]

[One way to find out! Her bike thumps down the tracks, skimming between train platforms before speeding...northwards, huh. Is this where we even need to go]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Eventually the loop line has to get somewhere close to the hospital.

...

Eventually.

But in the meantime, there are multiple places where she can peel back to the city streets.]