mp_strikinglyblessed: (talking and maybe judgemental)
mp_strikinglyblessed ([personal profile] mp_strikinglyblessed) wrote in [community profile] fatealteration2024-11-11 09:32 am

Last Train to London

Reigen told himself that he'd celebrate every good thing that came his way from now on--no matter how small. He wouldn't celebrate it in want of something but for it's own sake. After all, there was no higher power to bargain with. It was just him.

Him and two kids.

Him and two kids and a giant VW Bus he was 60% comfortable handling. And a magical piece of paper that kept their entire lives packed neatly and lightly.

He kept reminding himself of how far he'd come in just a few weeks whenever he started really missing a nice matcha. He had Doppio on a strict assignment to look out for even the instant stuff. Every day was a new lesson in unpredictability but they'd found that there were clusters of stability. Some towns had mostly escaped the rupture unscathed and others were like patchwork from a monkey's hands. You just took what you got, hustled, and hoped for the best.

Today--today wasn't bad. They'd lucked out with a highway cutting through a sprawling plain with small patches of life in the distance. There was no telling how long the road would last, but word had spread across the town they'd just left that it went on for awhile. The street signs weren't in a language he recognized but it's not like they'd serve their purpose even if they did. Reigen spared a thought for all the taxpayer dollars gone to waste.

"Quartermaster," he snapped his fingers and adjusted the thick technicolor shades on his nose, "coffee me."
espresso_doppio: (calm)

[personal profile] espresso_doppio 2024-11-11 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"On it, Captain." Doppio unscrewed the head of Reigen's tumbler and passed it up front.

His station was in the back of the bus with all the inventory. Doppio couldn't complain--it was pretty comfortable in the back. Everything was covered in a pillow, beanbags, or a shag carpet. There was actually so much stuff (including stuff Reigen didn't let him handle directly) that they had to pack it up and store it in the paper. Whoever owned the van originally knew how to have a good time.

"Hitomi, did you want anything?" Her place was shotgun as 'Navigator.'