#elsewhere

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Frank appears in the truck next to Elvis and JFK

((Are they in motion? Who's where?))

Well, they're in motionn on Route 66... yes. Frank appeared between them, perhaps slightly behind

Or he might be in the passenger seat lap.. poor JFK

((There's a bit more room in the cab than in an average cab; Frank's a big guy. And then, he's a troll....))

Frank neatly bops JFK on the noggin. "Pull over nice and easy." He suggests to Elvis.

(How hard we boppinngg? We hopingg for knock out, or just a 'learn manners' bop? Or SKULL CRUSH!)

(("Learn manners or take a nap"))

JFk's head explodes, rocks forward then snaps back

again!

(WP roll for Frank)

/roll 8

Wait, this is some sort of fuddle , with troll will.. suddenly JFK looks like eden!

And Elvis looks like Rikki Dyers, the racoon pooka wilder

"PULL. OVER."

"April fools" Rikki grins REAL big

Eden says "Ow. being wicked hurts. Why do people even HAVE personalized liescence plates?"

"PULL! OVER!"

"Won't the police be upset?"

((Driver or passenger said that?))

Driver.. both are pooka but hey

The driver gets the point-end (blunt) of his tire tapper ungently in the ribs.

She yipes, and suddenly there's a raccoon in the seat.. apparently it was worth the glamour to change into a smaller target! The truck starts ot swerve... and Kerri finds herself Driving a Big rig, or at least in the driver's seat with a raccoon clambering around

"WHA---?" And she grabs the wheel in a death grip, her feet searching for the brake.

Gerd is in Eden's lap

And the POLICE Sirens behind them wail!

Frank is momentarily stunned but then says "Kerri?" and he explains how to bring the rig to a stop.

She listens and follows directions as best she can while also trying to get a damn racoon out of her hair!

Frank tries to help with the racoon issue, scruffing it if he can, while talking Kerri through slowing, downshifting, and stopping.

"But the thing with the thing!" Eden says! Alarmed "The Cops, the Fuzz"

She can drive, and so it's not a completely foreign concept, but..."Sirens, Frank."

"I know. Pull over, slow, stop the Rig. And get out of the driver's seat as quick as you can, we'll have a minute. Everyone else, into the bunk."

He puts the racoon there, shifts as best he can so Gerd and Eden have room to get past, and he doesn't mind being stepped on.

"No...you get back there, too. I've got this." The truck comes to a halt safely on the side of the road, and Kerri gives him a firm look. "Seriously, get back there."

"Kerri......!" He fumes. "Move!"

"And you lot back there be -SILENT-." he orders behind him to the bunk.

Those going into the bunk discover the sluagh man

Gerd already there goes "There's a guy here... he looks beat up"

Kerri GLARES at him...but does relinquish the seat. "We'll speak about this later," she promises as she goes back into the cab, scowling.

As it gets crazier and crazier the sluagh is whispering something

Eden says "Black lives shater?"

And one large hand strokes the wheel.

Frank squeezes in and quickly (perhaps painfully) adjusts the seat while flipping through his wallet and other spots for various papers.

In the cab, Kerri gestures everyone to silence, and she points Eden and Rikki to take a seat opposite the sluagh gent.

And the police pull over... and.. they have guns over?

Kerri leans close to hear the sluagh, but warily...she doesn't know if this is a trick.

Guns out

The sluagh has bruises "Pardon me, ma'am"