13 November 2010 @ 03:12 am
The Race: Starting Line  
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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[identity profile] family-remains.livejournal.com on November 14th, 2010 03:32 am (UTC)
Sam woke up when Dean smacked him, frowning as he assessed the immediate situation. Okay, so they were in the car, that was pretty standard. But the radio was speaking, in a voice he very much recognized, and that wasn't a good sign.

He leaned foreword and grabbed the envelope on the dashboard, along with the map - opening and reading it as they were instructed by Oliver.

There was a long pause before Sam spoke up.

"Yeah, I have no idea what this means."
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[identity profile] mulletrockking.livejournal.com on November 14th, 2010 03:39 am (UTC)
"Gimmie that." Dean reached over to snatch it for himself and scanned it a few (several) times, before tossing the paper on the seat next to him. "Yeah, okay, we got Dr. Suess giving us some screwed up kind of scavenger hunt? Are you kidding me? Dude, this is stupid. And we've done some stupid crap before, but I am not doing this."

And by 'this' he meant driving across a country where everyone drove on the wrong side of the damn road for some psycho's fap fantasies. "C'mon, there's no way this crap is remotely legit. I say we get out, and we haul ass for the nearest boat headed somewhere we know." He paused. "Maybe Jamaica. Jamaica sounds good."
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[identity profile] family-remains.livejournal.com on November 14th, 2010 03:50 am (UTC)
And then several things happened. Sam realized that this was a (and probably their only) opportunity to escape the house, but that he'd also be leaving things behind. Things he didn't necessarily want to.

It was so glaringly apparent it was almost painful.

"You heard Oliver. He's got a hostage."
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[identity profile] mulletrockking.livejournal.com on November 14th, 2010 03:55 am (UTC)
Dean bit down on the obvious response to that, which was a sort of 'do you really believe that, or is than an excuse' kind of retort, because as much as it needed to be said, this wasn't the time to say it. So instead he just gripped the steering wheel tightly a moment, before shaking his head in both negation and annoyance. "Dude, we don't know that. If he does, who's he gonna take? Jo? Ellen? Bobby? Cas? There's some pretty dumb stuff this creepshow could pull, but that? Would be like sticking a fork in a light socket."

But then, there was the chance that was true, and Dean couldn't - wouldn't - deal with it. "So, what, we just...Go along with whatever Hal says? Dude, that is the dumbest thing I've ever heard come outta your mouth."
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[identity profile] family-remains.livejournal.com on November 14th, 2010 04:43 am (UTC)
Sam gave his brother a sharp look and was about to add an equally sharp comment but clenched his jaw instead. It looked like they couldn't be in the car for five seconds without someone starting a fight.

Not that they didn't have anything to fight about. This was a long time coming. It seemed like Dean was taking shots at him every chance he got lately.

"You know what? Fine. You're right. This is stupid. This whole thing is stupid, Dean. But if we leave and you're wrong?"

He didn't want to finish that thought.

"I'm just saying maybe we should check it out."
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[identity profile] mulletrockking.livejournal.com on November 14th, 2010 02:13 pm (UTC)
He didn't need to finish that thought, because Dean had already gone down that rabbit hole all on his lonesome, and he slapped the steering wheel in frustration. "Son of a bitch."

He fell silent a moment after that, glaring out of his window at the scenery. "So what, we just...Drive off in Neverland where people can't drive on the right damn side of the road and go along with what this whackjob says?" He fell silent again, gearing up for something else to come out in a rush of frustration. "Fine. Whatever. Let's just do this already." He leaned over and turned the key, a muscle jumping in his jaw. "But you heard it, same as me. If we don't get to this finish line first, whoever it is dies. And even if we do, other people die. You see the problem here?"
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