Kestrel sighs, "And no feet on the dash." He honks his horn for the others who aren't doing anything, "Let's go, people!"

I think the others have gone into an inactive state. That's a classic disease nowadays. *hoists the others into the back of the truck*

OOC: I'm just doing this so when they come back from vacation or something like that it'll be easier to get them back into the story.

*drives on for a while, then turns towards community chat*
*drives on though a back alley way, large enough for two cars at a time*
*you see a few papers flying around and dumpsters full*

OOC: Always good to see my old topics being used. :3

-wandering alone in the deserts of the wastes, two lone spacemen-looking gentlemen walk in the blistering heat, their suits coolant doing a fine job keeping them comfy and cool. Both were talking to eachother as they walked, one had a hearty Irish-Scottish Accent, the other having a posh British Accent-

-the two Europeans landed here on what remained of A lego-city version of NY. Looking for sustainability within this hostile environs.-

???: “Aye... Laddie... you been winderin how much we’ve been walkin’?” -the irishman said, turning to his brit fellow-

???: “I’ve lost track of time... my nuclear watch stopped working some time ago...”

???: “Eleanor, your bein’ a sap again! I’ve told you not ta-be sappy!”

Eleanor: “Mr. Daubresse... im not being a wuss, im just complaining, Brendan... you act like a child, i am older than you, sir. And your mental destabilization isn’t helping it, pal.”

Brendan: “Shawbreeeeem! I’AHV TOLD NOT TA PICK ON ME INSANITY, OKEH?!?” -he roared in his face, growling, Eleanor eep’ing and flinching-

Brendan: “Well if it aint cowardly, eh?” -he chuckled, luaghing like the insane man he is, and continued walking-

Eleanor: “Mmmrrgh... if it were not for you stealing vital apparatuses, top secret laser technology, and you forcing me as your engineer to build the blasted car and carry-on, we would not be walking here!” -he growled, facepalming multiple times on his walkie-talky-

Brendan: “Just shut up, lassie, and go home then if ya wee brain cant take it!” -he growled, stopping-

Eleanor: “THE ULK IS UNDER WATER RIGHT NOW, I CANT GO HOME, AND NEITHER CAN YOU!!!” -he shouts angrily and enraged at him, stamping around-

Brendan: “Aw, now if t’aint a shame? Da joke wooshed over ya head, lassie, and ya took it seriously! Ya grow up, ya wee baby! I aint your moma to burp ya!” -he cackled and began to continue building something he had in his pocket all day-

Eleanor: “What are you building now you crazy lunatic failed astronaut hobbyist-?!” -he was shushed by Brendan-

Brendan: “Our own Holy Grail! A call-sign to get our car!” -he luaghed, Eleanor sighing and sitting down, waiting for this madness to end...-

"Go ahead, take what you need."
*takes a key out ad unlocks ten locks on a door*