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[soul_sister]

Who: Rosette and YOU
Where: One of the main thoroughfares into the market
When: Several hours after the attack has been repelled/Day 1
What: THE ROSETTE IS DRIVING HOW CAN THIS BE?
Warnings: Nuns with guns


Rosette has through dubious means acquired both a vehicle and a license. It would make sense in the celebratory mood and the heavy congestion of militia and soldiers returning from their victory and civilians leaving their shelter that traffic would get a bit touchy.

More than a bit touchy.

In fact, it only took one person getting tired of how slowly their nice, computer operated car was going to crash into three other vehicles in an unusual fit of road rage.

Maybe you're in the next car over with friends, maybe you're just leaving the market, maybe you're standing by or floating over traffic with your magical floaty powers. And then there's Rosette. How does Rosette react to the traffic jam? STOMP HER WAY UP ON TOP OF SOMEONE ELSE'S CAR TO YELL AT OTHER PEOPLE NEW YORK STYLE.

"JUST MOVE! THERE'S SPACE RIGHT THERE! ARRG ARE YOU BLIND!" She stomps on the roof of the car she's standing on. Probably your roof.



((OOC NOTE: This is after infection but before anyone knows what is going on! Enjoy your new temperament in a traffic jam.

Prose and fast tagging both welcome and responded in kind!))

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[ungrounded]

A brief survey left Lafiel mostly convinced of the wisdom of traffic control, if one must have personal vehicles on a starship.

"Given some of these vehicles took damage, things are going to be slow until someone moves them," Lafiel said.

[soul_sister]

She scowls down at the news. That was... problematic. Also a lot of work. In the background, the discontent of drivers and onlookers rises to a murmur... irritation has overriden concern, relief and fear at last.

"I wonder if I could just push it out of the way... Here, move aside." Her boots leave spiderwebs in the glass as she storms back down to the ground.

[ungrounded]

"Push it? You are aware that there is ship-normal gravity here?" Which wasn't bothering Lafiel, if a bit higher than she expected on a ship, but perhaps this woman was unused to the local gravity.

[soul_sister]

That protagonist monstrous strength comes in handy sometimes. The words are hardly out of Lafiel's mouth when there's a shrieking scrape of metal and she puts her shoulder to it and begins shoving the car to the side. It rolls slllloowly.

"I took it out of gear."

[ungrounded]

Lafiel glanced in the direction it was rolling, mentally noting slopes, and the fact it was a commercial street, thankfully clear of pedestrians. "So stop it!"

1/3

[soul_sister]

"What do you mean st-" She stumbles as the car pull away from her and starts to pick up speed.

[soul_sister]

THAT WASN'T WHAT SHE MEANT TO DO. THAT WASN'T WHAT SHE MEANT TO DO AT ALL.

The car rebounds off of one wall with a heavy impact and a shower of sparks. And then keeps going.

CORRECTION, 3/4

[soul_sister]

.............

Maybe she can pretend she didn't see it at all. And just. Just walk off. She'd report it later. Like a good person. It's okay as long as you confess. Right? RIGHT?

[soul_sister]

She tears after the car, the idea of it getting INTO a major walkway quelling those rebellious thoughts of retreat.

"CLEAR THE WAY!"

[ungrounded]

"Call for help!" Lafiel shouted after her. "No, wait, I'll call, you keep people out!"

[soul_sister]

Rosette is, perhaps, either too far to hear, or more likely to intent on the car to make any major acknowledgement. There is some fortune to the fact that a runaway car from a traffic accident being chased by a shouting, flailing nun gathers its own metric of attention and those stray people in the way dive out of it summarily.



Needless to say, no matter the strength, no matter the will, Rosette does not even come CLOSE to catching up with the car before it plows into the paneled wall of the ship with a heavy crunch. Cyro fluid pours out, filling the air with a chill and turning the car cold and brittle.

Rosette pulls up short... and starts to back up.

"That.... doesn't look good."

[ungrounded]

"No. Get away from there!" Lafiel had called for help already, and she hoped that whoever was in charge of repairs was quick and not overly compromised by the traffic. Hopefully the emergency services had alternate methods of travel.