thismaskiwear | Parking Lot at the End of the Causeway, Saturday Afternoon

You could accuse Katchoo of trying to look the part, what with the leather jacket and cigarette dangling out of the corner of her mouth to go with the new boots, except that she'd had the jacket forever and the cigarette was pretty much an accessory for her.

She'd argue that all of those things went well with the rented motorcycle she was surveying now.

"Still can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered, picking up one of the helmets (she hadn't been able to get a pink one for Arthur, sadly) and trying it on.

Teaching Arthur how to ride a motorcycle. Yeah, this was gonna go great.

[OOC: For that prince guy, and a roomiebffpersonthing and wizard should they want to ~~ogle~~ ~~watch~~ ogle. Also some SP.]

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From:

bitchprince

Arthur rolled his eyes succinctly. (Yes, eyerolls got adverbs, if you were Arthur Fucking Pendragon and had more than your fair share of practice at the... practice) "I hardly see the problem with doing this," he said, "So stop complaining." He picked up one of the helmets gingerly, considering it. "Bit like a jousting helmet." Considering that his entire closet was filled with leather garments, it came as no surprise that motorcycle-applicable pants and jacket were present today.

Edited Date: 2009-12-13 05:52 am (UTC)

From:

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

"Oh, look, you're appropriately dressed," Katchoo said, voice now muffled courtesy of the halfway-on-her-head helmet. "You're not frikkin' jousting on this thing, at least not while I'm on it."

What? It was a completely valid concern.

From:

bitchprince

"You need a proper horse for a joust," Arthur said, eying the helmet for a beat or two. Then he shoved it down on his head. He, at least, had the finesse not to speak until he had opened it up. "Nevermind years of skill and a good deal of talent."

From:

thatsamilkshake

[*ogles without turning the actual lesson into the 4-way, 4 timezone SP of Doooooooom*]

"At least she's wearing a helmet," Francine sighed. Not that the statement made her look any less dubious about this whole thing. "She didn't use to back in Houston."

From:

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Merlin just shot her a look, keeping silent lest he start yelling at Arthur for being so utterly stupid here.

From:

thatsamilkshake

"It's not quite as dangerous as it looks?" Francine offered for no reason she could think of since she in fact was also of the opinion that this was exactly the opposite of the Best Idea Evar.

From:

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

"It's a very fast moving--thing--and them on top of it. How is that not dangerous? At least a horse has good sense to refuse to do things if he's too much of an idiot."

From:

thatsamilkshake

"It has brakes, and Chewie does know how to drive one." And.... how to dress to ride one. Which she'd taught Arthur well, if he learned nothing else.

"But yeah, I'd be happier if they wouldn't risk BREAKING THEIR HEADS OPEN." That last was said loud enough that it was probably hearable even over a rather loud motor.

From:

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

"Or, perhaps stick to a bloody horse." Merlin wasn't so much loud as very annoyed in his tone.

From:

thatsamilkshake

"They could at least start somewhere in the middle and try a bicycle," Francine suggested.

From:

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

"But no. They've got to work extra hard to make trying to keep them alive even more difficult than it already was."

From:

thatsamilkshake

Francine glanced over at him. "You could save them if something happened and they went flying, couldn't you?"

From:

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

"Maybe." A few bumps wouldn't hurt. Teach them a lesson about listening to the people who were sane here.

From:

thatsamilkshake

Francine bit her lip. "Maybe?"

From:

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

"Arthur could do with a few bruises. I'd try harder with Katchoo."

He was a cruel man.

From:

thatsamilkshake

Francine gave him the only possible response that would also temporarily cut down on her own nerves: she stuck out her tongue at him. Then she turned her attention back to the day's entertainment: Blondes on A Bike: The Insane Edition!

"At least the clothes are nice..." Which was Nice Girl for At least the pants are tight...

From:

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

"Arthur wears that all the time." And he feared looking at Katchoo as though she was a woman. She might kill him with her mind.

From:

thatsamilkshake

"Not on a motorcycle." What? There was stretching and ...bending and...stuff involved. "And Katchoo doesn't."

From:

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

"...I'd rather not see him on a motorcycle," Merlin replied ~~with a bitchface~~. "I'm sure Katchoo would if you asked her."

From:

thatsamilkshake

"Oh yeah. Because that worked out so well last time," Francine muttered. With a bitchface.

From:

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

"Pardon?"

From:

thatsamilkshake

".........." She really needed to bitchface more quietly. "I don't have great luck with talking to Katchoo about...that kind of stuff," she finally settled on answering.