bitchprince ([personal profile] bitchprince) wrote2010-02-24 07:52 am

On the Road in the Brecon Beacons, Wednesday

Arthur was still driving. He had yet to cause any accidents or collisions, although he'd probably killed his fair share of overconfident birds by now.

He wasn't, after all, going to stop driving because of a mad pigeon or something.

But nevermind that.

Driving around the countryside was getting to be oddly relaxing, once one got the hang of it.

[[ open to those of you currently haunting this part of England ]]
thatsamilkshake: (fretty)

Re: 'Camping Ground'

[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2010-02-25 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
Francine stared at him for a moment. "I meant now as in right this second, because she probably doesn't want to be interrupted?" Yeah, she'd like to see Arthur try and 'deal with' that encounter. From a distance, with binoculars.
thatsamilkshake: (OMG - horrified)

Re: 'Camping Ground'

[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2010-02-25 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
...Very good, Pendragon. Cue the terrified-bunny stricken look. "Mauled"
thatsamilkshake: (confused)

Re: 'Camping Ground'

[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2010-02-25 11:33 am (UTC)(link)
"...The wolves?"
thatsamilkshake: (phone)

Re: 'Camping Ground'

[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2010-02-25 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
That would be Francine dropping the few small branches she'd collected and reaching for her phone to text "COME BACK NOW. WOLVES!"
thatsamilkshake: (headtilt)

Re: 'Camping Ground'

[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2010-02-25 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
Francine paused after typing the V. "So I should say 'Come back when you feel like it, don't mind the wolves, Arthur's probably just trying to scare me?"

Slooooooow but steady.