[ Felix can't remember the last time he's been on an honest to God road trip. Sure, there'd been long stretches flying back and forth between the colony worlds in a Pelican, but that's not the same as piling into a car and sitting for an extended period of time with nothing to do but talk, listen to the radio, play travel games, watch the scenery, or sleep. Felix doesn't sleep. Fortunately for Locus' sanity, he doesn't know any travel games either. The music on the radio is still weird to him even after seven months, but he's started to recognize some of the songs.
There's a little bit of singing. There's also a lot of talking too. Idle talk: commentary about the things they pass, things Felix wants to see or do when they reach their destination, gossip about their employees, Leon, and whatever other thoughts pass through his mind. And once he oh so slyly suggests road head, but Locus, in what he can only assume is a valiant effort to win the world's Most Unfun Person Ever award puts the kibosh on that real quick.
Luckily for Locus, it isn't a terribly long drive from Maurtia Falls to DC. Baltimore comes pretty fast, only a few hours after they're on the road, and soon they're nearing their destination. And maybe they would have made it there too, but Felix happens to glance past Locus out the driver's side window and sees a weird little micro-town arranged near the river. Somehow, he convinces Locus to turn off and they end up driving down little roads that look like they're trying way too hard to be quaint. ]
Hey, wait. [ Felix elbows Locus' arm, then points to a brick building on the corner with a stone-faced archway. ] Hold on. Are you hungry? I'm hungry. We should eat there. Maybe get a drink. Go for a walk down by the river.
[ Maybe lift a few wallets from the tourists too, though he doesn't outright suggest that. Mostly because he doesn't want Locus to say no and also, sadly, because he's still trying to be a decent-ish person. ]
I saw some kind of ice cream thing half a fake block back. If we're going to be tourists, we have to do it right. Pull over and let's go in there.
[ Little do either of them know, there's a mechanical bull inside the Cadillac Ranch with Felix's name all over it. ]
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There's a little bit of singing. There's also a lot of talking too. Idle talk: commentary about the things they pass, things Felix wants to see or do when they reach their destination, gossip about their employees, Leon, and whatever other thoughts pass through his mind. And once he oh so slyly suggests road head, but Locus, in what he can only assume is a valiant effort to win the world's Most Unfun Person Ever award puts the kibosh on that real quick.
Luckily for Locus, it isn't a terribly long drive from Maurtia Falls to DC. Baltimore comes pretty fast, only a few hours after they're on the road, and soon they're nearing their destination. And maybe they would have made it there too, but Felix happens to glance past Locus out the driver's side window and sees a weird little micro-town arranged near the river. Somehow, he convinces Locus to turn off and they end up driving down little roads that look like they're trying way too hard to be quaint. ]
Hey, wait. [ Felix elbows Locus' arm, then points to a brick building on the corner with a stone-faced archway. ] Hold on. Are you hungry? I'm hungry. We should eat there. Maybe get a drink. Go for a walk down by the river.
[ Maybe lift a few wallets from the tourists too, though he doesn't outright suggest that. Mostly because he doesn't want Locus to say no and also, sadly, because he's still trying to be a decent-ish person. ]
I saw some kind of ice cream thing half a fake block back. If we're going to be tourists, we have to do it right. Pull over and let's go in there.
[ Little do either of them know, there's a mechanical bull inside the Cadillac Ranch with Felix's name all over it. ]