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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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[ But the question emerges, as a certain someone descends upon the scene - chaos and yelling and swearing and battered cars sending an all-too familiar chill from the roots of his hair right to his toes - does he just turn around?

Go home?

Escape now, before anyone realizes their association?

These are hard questions, but in the end, his propensity for bad decision making wins out. As ever. Hoists his bag of groceries, which he'd already taken care of by that good old fashioned thing called walking, and doesn't stop until he's within shouting (but not punching) distance. ]

Rosette Christopher.

[There were few times that her full name was reserved for. Dire emergencies, deep trouble and of course, the end of the world. Her shoulders hike up with guilt and tension..... but she doesn't turn.

MAYBE SHE CAN JUST. PRETEND. SHE HASN'T BEEN INVOLVED IN THIS.]

RIGHT! AND I DO ABSOLUTELY FORGIVE YOU KIND SIR FOR YOUR WEIRD AND UNTIMELY ACCIDENT THAT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH ME AT ALL EVEN A LITTLE BIT.

[ Yes. Of course that will work. Of course.

Except no, the sound of dangerous, marching, disapproving footsteps approacheth.

How do you proceed. ]

[Rosette will later claim that if the man she'd been arguing with hadn't gone red and shouted denials and threats upon her person it MIGHT HAVE. As it was, she did the mature thing.

RETREAT!!!]

Really...

[ REALLY??

He doesn't give chase, which may lure her into a false sense of security. Like maybe he's finally reached the point of deigning this beneath him. She can make off into the crowd and safely avoid the consequences of her own hot-headed recklessness-

Except he does reach into his grocery bag and pull out the heaviest apple of the lot. Weighs it in his hand, squints at her retreating form, carefully aims for the back of the head...

FIRES. ]

[BAM!!!

Apple bits go flying.

SHE'S DOWN, folks.

... A few commuters cheer.]

[ Perfect shot.

He wanders over to her prone form and takes a seat on her back, to prevent any further jailbreaks. ]

You do realize that we don't have any insurance, right?

Also, you owe me an apple.

Of course we don't! That's for rich people.

[She tries to get her arms under her to SHOVE HIM OFF.]

IF I OWE YOU AN APPLE THEY OWE ME A CAR!

[ LEANING ALL OF HIS (INCONSIDERABLE) WEIGHT DOWN ON HER, but that probably doesn't accomplish very much ]

Except I was trying to hit you! So by your logic, you were trying to wreck the car!