A Hazy Shade of Winter

[Rezantis]

And as the bickering continued, Rez kept driving . . . until he either needed to stop for gas or ran across crash space for the night.  One or the other.

[Brian]

About 40 minutes outside of Boston, you come across an inn in a small town called the Right Inn.  About this point, the after-effects of your respective adrenaline rushes are kicking.  Dracos is dozing off, Ginrai has already nodded off completely, clutching his lucky pipe and murmurring something under his breath about wolves.  This certainly seems like a good place to stop, and if it's not, it's a good point to get some caffine, and fuel for the car.

[Rezantis]

Rez pulls in to the inn and shakes Dracos awake.

"Yo, bitch, WAKEUP!"

[Dracos]

"BLOOD TO THE FACE!"  Dracos grumbled, swearing at Rez, "What is, we der?"  Dracos glanced at the gas meter, "We best fill that up before we check in."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"You raise a valid point."

Rez promptly pulled out of the carpark and went looking for the closest gas station.

[Brian]

About a mile down the road you come across an oasis of light and ... well, in this weather, that's all.  But it's a gas station, and at just about 2.98 US per gallon, a pretty good deal, too.

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<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 3d6 --> [ 3d6=8 ] {8}

You both notice, as you approach the station, that you're somewhat blood spattered.  Though sleeping, Ginrai is also sporting a small burn mark on his shirt.

[Dracos]

"Okay... plan, I change here, and drive from now on.  You both hide in the back seat so no one sees you.  And rez, remind me to swipe the towels from the hotel."  Dracos headed back and grabbed the bag of clothes from the trunk.  proceeding to swiftly change his outfit and slip back on his concealing overcoat of immunity to bloodstains he walked around to the other side of the car gestured for rez to leap over.

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Rez pulls in to the side of the road, turns off the car and tosses Drac the keys.

"All yours. Stupid bloodstains. I have a spare shirt too, so I think I might do the same."

[Dracos]

Dracos begins grumbling a language that is altogether quite similar to klingon if you actually knew that.  He proceeds to drive to the far gas pump, get out, pump gas, pay by credit card and then head off presuming no problems, back to the hotel.

Dracos

[Brian]

There are no problems with paying by credit card.  The machine happily accepts payment in return for gas.

[Dracos]

Dracos drove the car to the hotel, parking a bit to the side and walking in the freezing cold over to hotel.  Walking inside and up to the counter, he looked around for an attendant, "Have rooms for the night?"

Dracos

[Brian]

The attendant is still awake, and usually is until 1:00 AM, by the 'Office Hours!' sign.  He takes down your information, pausing only to find out how many beds you want in your room.  He nods, and tosses you a key for room 213 (second floor, relatively near your car), after you fill out the requisite paperwork.

[Dracos]

Dracos went and got the others, shuffling them upstairs to the room with some of their stuff.  He and Rez claimed a bed and shuffled Ginrai onto a cot and then went to sleep.

Dracos
Timeskip, GM-san? ^_^

[Brian]

You are woken up in the morning by a loud knocking at your door.  Blinking away the sleep (some of you -- Ginrai doesn't wake until after the dead) you can see thin sunlight filtering in through the windows.

The bedside clocks read 8:26 AM.

[Dracos]

Dracos heads to the door sleepily and glances out the eyehole, wondering who the fuck it is at this hour.

Dracos