2237-07-06 - Getaway Car

Kyle, Lanval, and Jackson immerse in a private VR driving simulation. Freedom is found on the open road.

Date: 2237-07-06

Location: Crew Lounge

Related Scenes: None

Plot: None

Scene Number: 216

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Mid-day, after lunch, the Crew Lounge is quiet and sparse. The viewport is open to space, where a few stragglers are reading mail and watching the vastness of space. It's one of a few places to take some rest between tasks in the middle of a war, and for Kyle Costello, it's her home away from the Bertings, moreso than the gym. Today, she's seated in her off-duty tanks at a table in the corner, shoulder resting against the wall, with a device covering her eyes that shines lights against her closed lids. The personal holoband unit sets upon the table with extension ports open, next to a crudely written note:

IF YOU JOIN AND TROLL, I WILL BEAT YOU.

Within the simulation...

( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_u8rVrUDgRU )

The coastline of Caprica City is screaming past at high velocity. The roof of the 2237 Syntex Prowler is open, spilling way to streams of brown hair flying in the wind above the violet-colored muscle car. Kyle Costello is living herself away from Marine hell in a faded Caprica Buccaneers jersey and cutoff shorts, sunglasses over eyes, shoving at the gear shift before the vehicle weaves in and out of highway traffic.

She doesn't need a horn to warn the other drivers that they're sharing the road with a speed-devouring maniac. The screaming and heavy guitar music over the sound system is warning enough.

Mid-day, after lunch, the Crew Lounge is quiet and sparse. The viewport is open to space, where a few stragglers are reading mail and watching the vastness of space. It's one of a few places to take some rest between tasks in the middle of a war, and for Kyle Costello, it's her home away from the Bertings, moreso than the gym. Today, she's seated in her off-duty tanks at a table in the corner, shoulder resting against the wall, with a device covering her eyes that shines lights against her closed lids. The personal holoband unit sets upon the table with extension ports open, next to a crudely written note:

IF YOU JOIN AND TROLL, I WILL BEAT YOU.

Within the simulation...

( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_u8rVrUDgRU )

The coastline of Caprica City is screaming past at high velocity. The roof of the 2237 Syntex Prowler is open, spilling way to streams of brown hair flying in the wind above the violet-colored muscle car. Kyle Costello is living herself away from Marine hell in a faded Caprica Buccaneers jersey and cutoff shorts, sunglasses over eyes, shoving at the gear shift before the vehicle weaves in and out of highway traffic.

She doesn't need a horn to warn the other drivers that they're sharing the road with a speed-devouring maniac. The screaming and heavy guitar music over the sound system is warning enough.

Holobands. Before the war, it was really where the rich and those that wanted to be rich wanted to be seen on Leonis. Lanval was never really part of that crowd. With Lanval slipping quietly into the crew lounge, he was more looking around than actually looking for something to do. That is until he notices Kyle perched over in the corner. Making his way to where she is, he waves a hand in front of the visor and frowns. So. She's in the game. He's not sure if he should interfere, however, when he sees the note on the table, a wry smile touches upon his features.

Taking out a pen, he makes a small modificiation to the note.

                IF YOU JOIN AND TROLL I WILL EAT YOU.                      

It takes a few minutes for Lanval to figure out the ports and all, and well, an occassional glance to Kyle to watch her reactions to try to figure out what type of game she's in. Finally slipping on the bands, he sets up at the table across from her, keeping a respectable distance as he bites his lower lip and finally decides to join her. As he slips into the simulation, the young man looks at the options for customizations and finally settles on something that looks like he did when he was younger. A loose, colorful t-shirt with a non-descript design, a pair of blue jeans, sneakers, cap, and a pair of sunglasses. Then it's the vehicle options. This brings a new frown to Lanval's face, but eventually..

The heavy whine of a Haverson Mach Streethawk comes from one of the off-ramps, sliding into the traffic as Lanval's avatar crouches over the handlebars and races forward on the sleek motorcycle, the light frame coming up beside Kyle's muscle car. With a dark helmet in place, he's made it so she purposefully can't identify him as he revs the cycle a couple of times and then races ahead in a distinct challenge to her road hogging dominance.

Everything Kyle owns is waiting for her back on Caprica. Her vehicle? In the garage. Her apartment? All of her things boxed and moved into storage after the lease was broken. With extra pay from her first tour as a Marine and little to spend it on? The simulation of four different settings and a limitless amount of road seemed like a decent choice for being cooped up on a ship. Here, in the simulation, Kyle doesn't feel so cramped.

And now, with visiting masked cycle riders. Kyle perks her ear at the sound of a revving crotch-rocket and looks to her rear-view, then to the rider beside her vehicle, staring through the mirror-reflective coating on the aviator sunglasses she's wearing. "I mean it." Kyle calls out. "If you crash me, I will-" Kyle gets out before the cycle zooms ahead. "-Frak." Kyle presses down on the gas pedal and follows after the cycle in its wake, weaving through the occasionally slow family van and shipping trailer.

<FS3> Lanval rolls Motorbike Racing+Reflexes (8 8 4 4 3 2) vs Kyle's Racing+Reflexes (8 7 4 3 1)
<FS3> DRAW!

Jackson watches Lanval join the VR game. Sensing an opportunity he walks over, reads the note and then grabs a vr headband for himself. A few moments are spent setting things up and settling into a nearby chair before he joins the game. "What no aircraft?" is grumbled when the options come up but the dissapointment is put aside quickly and a motorbike in dramatic electric blue and crome selected. Like Lanval he comes in from one of the off-ramps and like Lanval he immediately revs the bike, driving it up through the gears, until he's pacing the car. His own helmet has a transparant visor, allowing him to give Lyn a big grin just before he pushes ahead.

<FS3> Jackson rolls Racing+Reflexes: Good Success (7 6 6 6 3)

There was never ever the intention to crash the big bouge muscle car that Kyle's driving down the highway. Passing her by, Lanval tips two fingers against the side of his helmet in a salute to the woman behind the wheel before he speeds up, forcing her to speed up. As a second motorcycle joins in the race, there's a small chuckle from within Lanval's helmet as his avatar moves to weave in and out of the traffic, totally cutting into the HOV lane at one point, before weaving back out again as Jackson and his smile pass everyone and gets out ahead of the pack.

Really it's a race, but it's not one that anyone's trying to kill anyone on. At least not yet, as the indescript racer continues to pace along with Kyle. It seems he's just as interested in the scenery of the beach highway that Kyle's chosen more than anything else. Unlike her, he doesn't really have anything to return home to, so he's just enjoying the proxy of the idea of being on her world.

TWO bikes now? Kyle's brows shoot high above the rims of her glasses at the cheesy grin she receives from Jackson. From first place (with no competiton) to third in a matter of seconds, Kyle squirms back into her bucket seat and tightens one hand's grip on the wheel. A rude finger flips out to the two men, but it comes with a smile. Really, they've got the dodgy vehicles, but she's got the growl under her legs. These are things best shared with friends.

And around the time the music switches from Bratta-Bratta-Bratta to AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR, Kyle skims out into the HOV lane to get around an old, beaten up truck, and punches out into the open road for a few miles ahead. At least, the ocean on one side and large trees on the other, shows no cars ahead for a while.

"This is the best, isn't it!" Kyle yells out as loud as she can, eyes on the road as she tries to get in between the two vehicles. "And to think the little asshole at the game store tried to sell me on some sword game and some kind of home decorating sims. Fraaaaaaak that noise!"

<FS3> Lanval rolls Motorbike Racing+Reflexes: Success (7 5 5 5 4 3)

Jackson eases off the gas until he falls back into a place roughly equal to Lanval. His bike dodging around the simulated traffic in a way that sometimes puts him ahead of Lanval and Kyle and sometimes puts him level or behind. A cheeky wink is his reaction to the finger presented by Kyle. "Fun so Far!"

Lanval's only in second place as Jackson just had to get out ahead of everyone. There's a nod of agreement to Kyle's assessment of it all, and really, between the company and the music and ambiance of it all, for the briefest of moments, he starts to feel his old self underneath that thick skin that he's made for himself.

Perhaps that's why he starts to drive with a little more daring and a little less caring. As the road clears and the vehicles come abreast, the young man notices a deadheading car-carrier ahead. The type with the angled back that is just ripe for a stunt-riding trick. And Lanval takes it. Gunning the engine, he races up the back of the carrier and the motorcycle gets high..

...and video game physics prove not to be as punishing as real world physics if not more so as he over-corrects in mid-jump and his motorcycle tips forward, landing on it's front wheel first before tumbling end over end as the truck catches up to it and.. CRUNCH.

WIPEOUT ,78)]

There's a panicked squeak of surprise in the real world as Lanval's eyes snap open and he yanks the holobands off. Nope, nope, not going to do that again. His heart races, his skin is flushed, and for a moment, that felt entirely too weird as he watches the other two at the table as he stands up to go get a drink from the vending machine.

"Don't. Don't. Don't." Kyle warns, turning to look as it all unfolds. Does she have the chops to try such a thing in real life? No. In VR sim? Probably not. Aside from weaving through traffic, Kyle is mild in her driving. Still, her lips slowly begin to cringe, and they get cringier while Lanval is in mid-air. Worried for him, she hisses as the bike tumbles head over ass and Lanval pixelates out of existence.

"Okay..." Kyle calls out to Jackson. "...I'm waiting for it, but I don't feel anything kicking me or...like a table bring thrown over onto me, so I'm guessing he's okay." Kyle flips the music to a different track. "Who was that masked man, BabyBroArda?!" Kyle waves to the last remaining motorcycle racer.

( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fgqyVzj5kg4 )

Jackson cringes as Lanval's bike falls apart, his shoulders tensed in expectation of shrapnel. Even after the other bike has fragmented into pixels he is being more cautious, slowing his bike until he's simply keeping pace with Kyle's car. "No idea." he shouts across to her. "Marine."

With Kyle and Jackson continuing to race, Lanval goes over to the vending machine to get a water. He takes several gulps of water to steady himself, before eyeing the table and the holoband again. There's a bit of a frown of thought before finally slipping them back on again. This time, he wisely picks the 'passenger' option and drops into the side seat next to Kyle as he leans back to watch the road and let the air through his hair and his shades set in place.

"How do you know he's a marine? That was some crazy Viper-grade crazy I saw right there." Kyle straightens in her seat, having not bothered with a seatbelt. The upward press of her shoulders gives her a better view of a crystaline bay as the highway dips downward to a rock-lined wall on one side and a cliff on the other. She presses her fingers to her lips then rubs the kiss into her steering wheel. "Home, sweet home, baby. THAT never gets old." Kyle comments, nodding her attention to the bay.

And then her passenger seat is being filled. "Speaking of which, Jax, that helmet saves you nothing, and you-" Kyle slaps the back of her hand against Lanval's arm as he arrives, smacking then pointing to his face. "-how fun was that? I'm too obsessed with the road trip feel to try crazy like that. You arright?"

"Uniform." Jax calls back to Kyle. Lanval gets a loose salute. "If you'd pulled that off we'd be talking bout it for days." He grins and then laughs at thing about his helmet. "Hows it supposed to save me Kyle?"

The slap to his arm gains a thin smile for Kyle from Lanval as he seems to settle in the passenger seat. There's a nod to Kyle to let her know that he's fine as he listens to the conversation around him. "May have been able to once." he finally responds with a shrug of his shoulders as he leans against the posh leather interior.

"There are no bugs, Jax, and if you crash, you'll be fine." Kyle looks back over to the man on the motorcycle. She points a red-painted fingernail towards his helmet, then flicks the fingernail towards the road behind them. "Let's slow it down and enjoy the road, get the wind in your hair. It's ten times better than the chapel, I assure you." Kyle grins cheekily, then slinks back down to sigh towards her windshield. Activate zen-mode, her car begins to slow to a lazy drive.

"Jax is right, though." Kyle continues. Had you pulled that off, I'd have to save that on the recording to show it off to the others. If you could pull that off back in the day?" Incredulous look. Kyle looks over the rims of her glasses to Lanval, then eyes back to the road. "Pictures, or I call bullshit."

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No bugs? Damn. He unstraps the helmet and tosses it somewhere behind him. It bounces a few times and then vanishes in a puff of blue and silver pixels against an suv. "Happier?" He throws another grin at Lanval. "Watch out for her elbows."

"I said may have." comes Lanval's response. "Not sure." he admits as he considers the two of them and smirks. "She's still mad because I didn't slap her hand." Left her hanging, he totally did. "This is how you relax?" he asks finally. Perhaps that is the most he has said in a while. He's trying to open up a little, but the way isn't exactly as smooth as the virtual road.

"I requested backup on an up-top situation and he left me hanging. Don't let him downplay it, Jackson," Kyle sarcasms, tone rolling flat. She nods emphatically her approval of the no-helmets zone and lifts her arm, bending her elbow to show just how sharp her elbows truly are. "Look, guys, this is my first station on a boat. I know I've been fidgety and pushy for days now, so I apologize ahead of time for any bruises I'm leaving on people, but..." Kyle presses her tongue to the edge of her teeth. "...it's just been a lot of being cooped in and this is the next best thing to an actual highway without Cylons." Beat. "So...yeah..." Her lip twists to one side in a slow smile. "...road trips with the folks, school, friends; I took a road trip with some friends in my old unit before I got reassigned. This is totally my Kobol."

"Leave it behind." Jackson calls across the space. "No point bringing stuff like that in with you. Wouldn't still be here if I hated ya." he gives her a cocky grin. "Not even to cut you up and prove i'm the better roadster."

"First time as well." Lanval responds. "I.. someday." It seems whatever it is that has him spooked isn't going to come out at the moment. "I try not to get close." he finally says as he leans to the passenger door to look out. "Glad you found yourself."

"I know the both of you can race circles around me. I don't run for a living. I crawl. Through mud." Kyle replies, propping an elbow against the open window of her door, then propping said skull against her fingers. "But lately it's been nerves, grenades, no backyard to play in. I don't think I have to tell either of you that I wasn't the girl who stayed inside on sunny days, do I?" Not that she has to, but Kyle goes about brushing her fingers through her hair now that the speed has dialed down a notch. Her hair isn't so...horizontal now. Like magic, it's the way she wants it to look. Thank you, VR-games. "But I left the unit open for people to join because I can't be a stranger in a tin can; not with what we do. Does that make sense?"

Jackson glances across to Kyle for long enough to nod. "Sure do. Grew up in an outpost - Wasn't much outside besides hostile weather and hungry wildlife."

"Grew up in the city. First assignment on a ship. Always on the ground." Lanval frowns a little, and considers. "I need to take care of something." he finally offers, and gives Kyle's shoulder a small chuck before he pantomines removing the holobands so he can return to the regular world of the recycled air of the crew lounge before he rises to head off.

Not that the recent events of death and dying aren't a hot topic, but the downward turn is hard to avoid. It's simply what's news on the ship. Kyle frowns just a little when Lanval signals his exit. She accepts the bap to her shoulder and gives the man a careful look, then nods as he's leaving. "Be safe." Kyle offers to the man.

Once he's gone, she sighs freely and presses a button on the car, which sets it on auto-drive. Both elbows come up to the side of her door to fold, which she sets her chin on to watch Jackson. The backdrop? The sea.

"How's your sister holding up, Jackson?" Kyle asks after a short pause. "There anything I can do to back up your backing her up?"

Jackson lifts his hand to wave at Lanval. Then Kyle is asking him about his sister. He frowns for a moment and then does the things that need to be done to transfer him from being a crazy bike riding pilot into the guy sitting in Kyle's passenger seat. "Got to trust her to ask for help when she needs it."

"I get that," Kyle reels back from her hang on her door when she senses Jackson coming her way. Her hips lift off of her seat, then down again, looking his way. Brows settle back into a normal way, disappearing beneath a few stray locks of hair. "I don't know her too well; we're not close. Frak, I'm new as it is, so...I'll keep you posted if I ever think there's something totally wrong. She's your family, and I'm not the type to go running to rat on people. BUT-" Kyle clears her throat and folds her arms. "-I think she's gonna be fine. I do."

"Yep." Jax says. "We both will be." he gives her a friendly smile, does another of those mock salute and then takes off his headset.

Kyle watches as Jax fades out of existence, leaving her alone in the car, once more. She holds her gaze to the empty spot for a handful of seconds, then reaches for the wheel. A sullen thoughtfulness washes over her features, and she turns back to the seaside drive before her. She closes her eyes and digs into herself, centering, breathing in slow beats, then opens her eyes and presses the button to release auto-drive.

Once more, Kyle Costello returns to her lonely drive.


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