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] of-my-tomorrows.livejournal.com on November 14th, 2010 03:53 am (UTC)
"There's a map," Victoria said, staring at the papers as Tom put them back on the dash, but she was thinking out loud more than she was talking to him. Then, she shook her head. "But how are we supposed to figure that out? There's no distinct location, and that riddle means nothing to me -" She had to cut herself off, taking a deep breath to calm herself. Being frantic in this situation wouldn't help anything.

Victoria's expression changed as something dawned on her. "We aren't in the house anymore," she said. "I wonder what would happen to us if we just - escaped."
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[identity profile] tom-hanniger.livejournal.com on November 14th, 2010 03:59 am (UTC)
"Sounds good to me."

Because seriously, screw it.

Tom stretched his shoulders slightly before picking up his keys from between the seats and slipping it into the ignition.

"Fuck this place." He added for good measure, turning over the engine and slipping into drive. Nothing but awful shit had happened since he woke up here, and while he couldn't exactly go back to Harmony - or even the states - like hell he was staying here to get shot and bled on.

"Where to?"
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[identity profile] of-my-tomorrows.livejournal.com on November 14th, 2010 04:08 am (UTC)
Victoria's eyes widened for an instant; she wasn't actually expecting him to agree. Not that she had any complaints, but that was as far as her plan had gone.

"Well..." she said, reaching over and grabbing the map. Victoria studied it closely and shook her head. "I don't think it matters much - as long as we obviously get out." She looked up at him and asked for the first place that came into her head: "Do you think we could get to Germany? I know it's far, but maybe this whole things stops once we leave the country."
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[identity profile] mister-stoic.livejournal.com on November 14th, 2010 04:12 am (UTC)
The radio turned itself on, and Oliver's voice said, "Sorry, there's no Germany here." He really did sound more or less sorry. "Really, you're lucky there's an England. Get a few miles and I think you'll realize that this isn't any world you know."
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[identity profile] tom-hanniger.livejournal.com on November 14th, 2010 04:21 am (UTC)
He considered it with a small nod and pulled out of the drive way.

"Scotland is closer, but I bet we could get a ferry over."

Tom was quiet for a moment, watching the house shrink in the rear view mirror as they pulled away.

"You know, I always wanted to go overseas. Never thought it would happen like this."
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[identity profile] of-my-tomorrows.livejournal.com on November 14th, 2010 04:35 am (UTC)
She smiled slightly. "I did, too. I suppose we aren't exactly the typical tourists, are..." Victoria trailed off and her eyes darted to the radio as it flicked on, delivering the bad news. She stared at it for a minute, brow furrowed, before shaking her head.

"What do you mean, 'no Germany?'" she asked. Without asking, she pressed buttons on the radio to see if there was one that she had to press to talk back. "That doesn't make any sense!"
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[identity profile] tom-hanniger.livejournal.com on November 14th, 2010 04:49 am (UTC)
Tom was about to speak as well when the radio interrupted. This guy was seriously the worst navigation system ever.

He debated for a second or two over how stupid he'd feel talking at his radio, but shrugged and let it go. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't the weirdest shit he'd seen this week. Honestly, his head was still spinning from the whole vampire thing.

"Come again?"
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[identity profile] of-my-tomorrows.livejournal.com on November 14th, 2010 05:00 am (UTC)
"He just said there's no Germany," Victoria repeated, ignoring the fact that Tom had actually heard the message. Apparently, she was too focused on actually communicating with Oliver to pay attention to that fact. She pressed a few buttons again before suddenly becoming aware that she was messing with things that weren't hers, and she sat back in her seat, hands folded neatly in her lap.

"He could be lying," Victoria tried.
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[identity profile] tom-hanniger.livejournal.com on November 14th, 2010 05:13 am (UTC)
"I don't even know who that guy is." Tom answered with a shrug. "For all we know he probably is."

Whatever the case, it only urged Tom to press on the gas.

They spoke English in Scotland. He could probably get a job there for a while and start over. Change his name. Put all this bullshit behind him.
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[identity profile] of-my-tomorrows.livejournal.com on November 14th, 2010 05:23 am (UTC)
Victoria bit her lip. "He was talking on the radio when I woke up - the man who built the house. I didn't hear much of what he said," she explained. "I spoke with him once briefly. Very briefly. Not that that gives me reason to trust him," she added quickly. She turned her head a bit to look out the window; everything looked normal to her, so what had Oliver been talking about? Regardless, it wasn't really enough to ask Tom to turn around.
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