The Race: Starting Line

[mister-stoic.livejournal.com]

Everyone participating in the race found themselves waking up in a car with their teammate. On the dashboard was a map of England and a sealed envelope. Over the radio came the familiar voice of one Oliver St. Oldcastle.

"Ladies and gentlemen, start your engines." And he sounds oh so smug. "I promised you all a chance to win a prize and this is it! For the next two days, you'll be racing from here to the finish line. I can hear you all asking, 'Oliver! Where is the finish line?'"

He clicked his tongue.

"That's my little secret. Guess you'll have to play the game and find out. Step One: open the envelope."

He paused to allow the racers time to do that.

"Yes, it's a riddle. It simply wouldn't be fun if I came right out and told you, would it? That's the first leg of your journey there. Solve it and you'll be on your way. First one to the finish line gets a prize! Everybody else will be directly responsible for the death of someone you love."

There was another pause, to let that sink in for a moment.

"It wouldn't be the same if the stakes weren't high, would it? And don't say, 'Oh Oliver, you can't do that!' because I can and I will. Oh, and I almost forgot Rule Number One: have fun out there."

The radio clicked off in each car.



[ooc: Feel free to tag here with reactions or whatever. Oliver may or may not respond to questions. The car doors are locked with magic, so no one will be leaving their cars til they're out on the road. For your clarification, here's a map of the route that the race will take, each time the line changes direction being a checkpoint:



This is not the map the characters are receiving. Theirs has no red line on it, it's only a generic road map of England. This map is only so you can see roughly where the characters will be headed.

The riddle in the envelope is this:

Rising out of the unknown
Gallows or temple, no way to be sure
The seeds of fame sown
In the mists of a moor.

The post for the first checkpoint will be up in a couple days, but there may be others between now and then so keep an eye out!]

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[mr-fangtasia.livejournal.com]

Eric enjoyed his car. He enjoyed it very much, and it was one of the few material possessions that he even remotely cared about. He did not, however, like sleeping in it. Nor did he like it when other people threw their bodies against its interior.

"Don't do that, please," he said, glancing over at Nicki. It appeared they were trapped in another of the house's games.

He opened the envelope on command, reading the words contained within. He wasn't particularly in any hurry just yet, as there wasn't anyone that Eric particularly 'loved' per say, though he wondered how they would have obtained such people.

"We're going to Stonehedge," he said finally, dropping the note. Any supe would have been able to come to that conclusion, and he glanced at Nicki as he turned the key in the ignition. "You've heard of it, right?

[nickidevine.livejournal.com]

“Stone what?” he made a face, he’d heard of it, just not by that name, he was going to say something else but then the car started. He sort of acted like a cat that had just been woken up by a fog horn, he hit his head off the roof off the car, and realized he couldn’t go anywhere else. He started spewing out babbling, panicking rants in French, pawing at the door handle. This was is, this was how he was going to die. In a giant vibrating communicator

[mr-fangtasia.livejournal.com]

"Stonehenge," he repeated, his foot pressing down on the accelerator. The car sped forward, quickly gaining speed. There didn't seem to be any other cars on the road, which would make this drive less painful, at least.

"It's an ancient burial ground, marked by numerous stones," he continued, his eyes unblinkingly focused on the road.

[nickidevine.livejournal.com]

After the initial spaz out when the car started freaking MOVING, he managed to calm down enough to listen to what was going on. He blinked over “Eric, where did you get here?” he was holding the sides of the seat very tight, and looking between the other vampire and everything moving past the windows

[mr-fangtasia.livejournal.com]

"Ah, I forgot you haven't had the pleasure of being a part of one of the house's games yet," he said, bitterness seeping into his voice. "Oliver and his magical house likes to torment us with games and trickery. In this case, we have no choice to play along and do as he says. Last time, Rose and I walked through a door into Zombie Land." His tone is intensely laced with sarcasm and hatred.

"No doubt, the doors are locked," he said, motioning to the car's useless exits. "However, at least this is my car from home, and I know how to drive it. It is fast, so with some luck, perhaps we can win this little test."