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riverview2017-09-03 02:47 pm
radicalspeed) wrote in riverview2017-09-03 02:47 pm
video. username: s.cougar
Ah, to be young and alive! Breathe in the air, enjoy the scenery, get to know the people...
Let me tell you a little philosophy...
[The young man in the video — he's such a character in hair alone (what on earth is going on with it) — sits in his rented hospital wheelchair in his simple apartment space on floor 14 (needs a little work, he thinks, not nearly enough reading material or flashy bits). In one hand, he's got some silly romance novel that's clearly forgotten, and he looks a bit weary, a bit hollowed out from battles not yet mentioned, but he's clearly so very jazzed about the opportunity to be here in Riverview. After all, he'd thought he'd be a dead man, and though he's hardly out of the woods entirely, he has more time to keep going! More time to really go the extra mile -- literally! Ahahahaha!
Oh, yes, the philosophy. Ehem.
At this point, his mouth is moving a mile a minute.]
That's the fun of travel, and there's no better travel than hopping worlds; think about it...! Of all the universes and all the galaxies, you were extended a hand to this place — a one in a trillion chance, perhaps more, to be among the stars! Or perhaps to shoot across time and space like one...! More time to chase after longevity, to meet records, to dash down the sin of sloth. We all have the right to free will! Free will to fall in love, to learn and grow and develop new and interesting hobbies and ideas and concepts of what it is to be our own individual self; individuality is key! [He's balancing on one wheelchair wheel, spinning in a circle. Stop him. STOP HIM.] But what's the point of all that if you're too slow to get around to it, huh?! Don't let yourself hold you back!! If you want something, reach for it, so you know what that means—?!
[He stops. Drops back onto all his wheels, so tickled.]
Anyone interested in wheelchair racing?
[Sometimes (most times) he just can't help himself.]
Let me tell you a little philosophy...
[The young man in the video — he's such a character in hair alone (what on earth is going on with it) — sits in his rented hospital wheelchair in his simple apartment space on floor 14 (needs a little work, he thinks, not nearly enough reading material or flashy bits). In one hand, he's got some silly romance novel that's clearly forgotten, and he looks a bit weary, a bit hollowed out from battles not yet mentioned, but he's clearly so very jazzed about the opportunity to be here in Riverview. After all, he'd thought he'd be a dead man, and though he's hardly out of the woods entirely, he has more time to keep going! More time to really go the extra mile -- literally! Ahahahaha!
Oh, yes, the philosophy. Ehem.
At this point, his mouth is moving a mile a minute.]
That's the fun of travel, and there's no better travel than hopping worlds; think about it...! Of all the universes and all the galaxies, you were extended a hand to this place — a one in a trillion chance, perhaps more, to be among the stars! Or perhaps to shoot across time and space like one...! More time to chase after longevity, to meet records, to dash down the sin of sloth. We all have the right to free will! Free will to fall in love, to learn and grow and develop new and interesting hobbies and ideas and concepts of what it is to be our own individual self; individuality is key! [He's balancing on one wheelchair wheel, spinning in a circle. Stop him. STOP HIM.] But what's the point of all that if you're too slow to get around to it, huh?! Don't let yourself hold you back!! If you want something, reach for it, so you know what that means—?!
[He stops. Drops back onto all his wheels, so tickled.]
Anyone interested in wheelchair racing?
[Sometimes (most times) he just can't help himself.]
Video
... Actually, this might work out for you down the road. Cougar gives him a grin.]
I sure did! I need to keep my skills sharp, after all. As much as I love reading, I figure my body can handle a little break from doctor's orders.
haha that misspelling happens all the time with autocorrect!
This will either go very right or very wrong. Only time will tell.]
How'd you end up in one? An accident?
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... I'll admit my temporary defeat, but the guy totally cheated by being a mindreader.
He got what was coming to him in the end, so that's all that matters.
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[Bitter much? Just a little.]
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[Boy, useless legs, though - something Cougar'd always been mindful of, in his life. The idea of not being able to rush around, untethered, his Alter shooting from forward like a bullet? Nightmare fuel. But hey, he's nothing if not optimistic.]
Yeaaah. Those aren't getting you anywhere, huh? Pretty miserable luck, all around.
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Ever consider sprucing up those wheels of yours, though?
Maybe adding some wicked decals, leaving everyone in your dust down some long stretch of roadway?
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Oh, I've got one already like that. A friend made it for me.
[Ivar takes the phone and shows off the wheelchair sitting in the corner of the room. It's black, has some chains, and even spikes all over it, looking something like a prop left over from a death metal concert.]
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... Could use a little more color, though...
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How about we go for a drive? It's a fantastic day for one.
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[Hmph. RUDE. That was a present from a good friend.
And crush.]What, right now? This minute?
[Yep, definitely a crazy person he was dealing with. Notice, however, that Ivar hadn't said no.]
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And time's a wasting, every moment we let it eek by!
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Alright then. Let's do it.
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[And send the directions he did. Should he be brave enough to venture forth to this asphalt trail, he'll find Cougar sitting pleasantly, waiting for Ivar it seems; he's got a How To guide for dump cakes with an overeager and middle-aged redhead on the front. Don't worry about it, he cooks from time to time.]
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Alright, you got me out here. Is this where your grand plan ends?
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He rolls on over, slipping his book in a little sidepouch.]
Nothing ever really ends if you keep it going, right??
How good are you at driving things, Ivan?
[And yes, Ivan was not autocorrect this time.]
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[He's managed to keep from crashing his chariot into a thousand pieces up until now, so he's got some skills.]
And it's Ivar.
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[That's an understatement.]
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I'm going to give you a one of a kind chance to drive the way no mortal man's ever gotten to! A need for speed and pedals to the metal! And all those other great sayings! What do you say? Wanna drive the best there is to offer?
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With an offer like that, how could I say no?
[...He's going to regret this, isn't he?]
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[He scoots his wheelchair beside Ivar's, pretty much touching armrest to armrest. Don't mind this close proximity, right? Okay good, because suddenly there is a sort of fascinatingly psychedelic energy floating around both of them. Emitting from one Straight Cougar, that is...!!!
A roof is built, as large pockets of earth vanish from either side of them to form windows, a dashboard -- before long, Ivar is sitting in a seat to what is most definitely a sort of wheelchair vehicle. Complete with a bright color scheme, boosters on the back, and the thrumming of a newly formed engine in the front. Cougar glances over grinning, barely able to contain himself from taking off.
His laugh is rather dark and diabolical for a second.]
Whaddya' say?
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He lifts his shades and looks really eager and a few pegs less concerning than the cackling madman a second ago.
Like someone with an earnest desire to show someone how to drive.]
Driving lessons, I mean.
I've got the primary controls, so don't sweat accidentally crashing and killing us both, huh?
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...Did I miss a point at which I was supposed to take the mushrooms?
[That's the only logical explanation for this whole occurrence, right?]
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Still not convinced he hasn't been given some hallucinatory drugs, he looks curiously at the wheel in front of him. He's never actually been inside a car before.]
How does this work? Just move the wheel?
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Well, actually -- normal cars have foot pedals to start and stop the vehicle. But I've gone ahead and bypassed that so you can accelerate and decelerate here. [He points to the left-handed gear, on the other side of the steering.] Go ahead, give it the slightest push, nothing nicer than getting the scenery to pass.