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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[iwantyousafe.livejournal.com]

Rose woke up with an aching spine. She was curled in an awkward, half-seated position. Her eyes opened slowly, and she let out a groan. For a moment, there was only the soreness. Then came complete confusion. She jolted upright. Rose was inexplicably in the passenger's seat of... something.

The blonde frantically looked to the window. It was clouded with dirt. She turned to the other side, finding Amy Pond asleep behind the oversized steering wheel.

Rose didn't panic- not at first. The house's surprises were becoming the norm. However, Oliver's voice over the radio demolished her resolve. "Amy, Amy!" she demanded. "Listen t' this!"


[OOC: Rose Tyler and Amy Pond will be driving THIS classy piece of work (http://doctorwho.sonicbiro.co.uk/gallery/albums/userpics/Parting_of_the_Ways_466.JPG) from the Doctor Who episode "The Parting of the Ways."}

[mulletrockking.livejournal.com]

Dean woke with a crick in his neck from where he was slumped over in the Impala's driver's seat, his head pinned in an awkward angle between his shoulder and the window. It was a feeling he'd had first thing after a night's sleep more times than he cared to remember, and he yawned, forgetting for a moment the past months, thinking it was same old, same old, and he and Sam were on a job.

Which was why he reached over to slap Sam in the side, giving a falsely cheery, "Wakey, wakey, Godzilla. Up and at 'em."

He straightened in the seat and peered out, and for a moment there was a sense of confusion, before reality came crashing in again. And then the radio cut in.

"Sam. Dude, wake up. We're getting transmissions from the Vulcan galaxy or some crap."

[of-my-tomorrows.livejournal.com]

It took a bit for Victoria to finally stir from Oliver's voice coming through the radio, but once she did, she was wide awake and she bolted up in her seat, heart racing.

She was in a car. With no idea how she got there.

She looked to her left. Next to a man that she had never seen before in her life. He appeared to be asleep, and despite her situation, some kind of courtesy caused her to cover her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Victoria turned back to the door and tried to open it.

Locked. Of course.

Frantic, she listened to bits and pieces of Oliver's message before grabbing at the envelope on the dashboard. She read the riddle, but it made no sense, and she tossed it aside before turning back to the man.

"Who are you?!" Victoria demanded, a desperate air to her voice. "What's happening?!"

[smartest86.livejournal.com]

It wasn't Oliver's voice that snapped Max awake, but he was surprised to find himself in the driver's seat of his red Sunbeam Tiger. (http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/6748/getsmart6.jpg) His forehead was smashed against the steering wheel; he'd been laying on the horn for who knew how long.

"Hey, my car's back!" Max said happily, ignoring the fact that it really wasn't his car, he'd just stolen it, but that wasn't what mattered. It was then that he became aware of the message coming across the radio, which told him about the envelope on the dashboard. And when he went to reach for it...

"You are Satan," Max said matter-of-factly, recoiling ever so slightly.

[nickidevine.livejournal.com]

Nicki awoke sprawled on a small leather seat, his first thought was that he was in a very nice sit-in coffin, like those old people bathtubs. But, no, it was just alittle too big, and he smelt other blood. The first thing he did was smack into the door at very fast speeds, figuring out there was no escape, then the voice came from the radio, it was that nice man from his journal

“Oh hello!! Can it be Lestat that dies?” he asked at the radio, assuming he must now be inside a communicator, somehow, this made sense, and calmed him down “I adore him, can I be there?” his voice perked pleasantly as he leaned at the radio

[i-never-guess.livejournal.com]

Sherlock woke up to the sound of the radio, a voice talking to them, instructing them, a voice he distinctly recognized as the man's voice from before, the one who said that he was in charge around here, really. And now they were being told all of this absolute rubbish, something about a race, then something about someone dying. He ripped open the envelop rather feverishly as he clambered over the backseat of the cab, through the barely wide enough window and into the front seat.

The only thought on his mind was preventing Watson from being punished for yet another mistake that he was responsible for. He absolutely had to win this race. And then he could see about preventing the deaths of everyone else.

Of course, he hadn't realized that there was anyone else in the car when he read the clue aloud.