[ IM IN TEARS... TOAD SUPER MARIO AMONG THE POOL OF VICTIMS FOR WEEK ONE... live fast die young. ]
I'm sure they're fine... [ he gulps a little as he watches the mushroom-man vanish into the Space Void, and then snaps his eyes back to the road ] Watch out!!
[ he'd been scooting along slowly, but has to accelerate significantly to her in sight. there's a sharp turn up ahead, and also... is that... a banana peel? that she's headed towards? ]
[Estelle's still thinking about that poor mushroom man, who probably had a family, and is now drifting in space forever. Maybe. Until Sylvain shouts a warning, and she jerks the steering wheel to one side to evade the... banana peel?]
Why is there... ahh!
[She's almost overshot it, and finds herself driving way too close to the edge of the road. She hastily corrects, steering the go-kart back towards the middle of the road.]
[ to assuage estelle's conscience, the flying koopa wanders off to fish back mushroom man from space... maybe. sylvain now has to dodge the banana peel himself, which he attempts to do, by driving directly into the banana peel.
it sends him spinning wildly—thankfully he's able to stay on the track by pure fluke, though he spends the entire time yelling. ]
aaaaAAAAAAgggGGhHHHH—
[ he's stopped spinning. he's sweating. he starts accelerating again. they keep driving. one would be hard-pressed to actually call it "racing".
finally... they approach a dreaded loop... sylvain accidentally misses the boost pad, and only makes it a few feet up the corkscrew before gravity sends his kart sliding backwards again...
and onto the boost pad! he hollers once more as it launches him forward at breakneck speed ]
[Estelle hits the boost pad and is just holding her breath as she steers along the loop. She's still holding it as Sylvain falls behind... and then she finally gasps when he suddenly catches up again.]
[ he falls for what feels like an eternity... he thinks about his life, his war crimes, he thinks about lunch and dinner... he hopes estelle isn't waiting around for him to reappear outside the room because, while he's guessing he'll eventually end up in the hallway, he has absolutely no idea how long it'll take...
he considers the heat death of the universe, how terrible clowns and bees are, a bunch of inappropriate things i will not describe here, he thinks about—
okay he's back. ]
Wh—
[ he blinks. everything feels sore all over, and he can barely move. his head is spinning. ] Es...telle...?
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I'm sure they're fine... [ he gulps a little as he watches the mushroom-man vanish into the Space Void, and then snaps his eyes back to the road ] Watch out!!
[ he'd been scooting along slowly, but has to accelerate significantly to her in sight. there's a sharp turn up ahead, and also... is that... a banana peel? that she's headed towards? ]
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Why is there... ahh!
[She's almost overshot it, and finds herself driving way too close to the edge of the road. She hastily corrects, steering the go-kart back towards the middle of the road.]
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it sends him spinning wildly—thankfully he's able to stay on the track by pure fluke, though he spends the entire time yelling. ]
aaaaAAAAAAgggGGhHHHH—
[ he's stopped spinning. he's sweating. he starts accelerating again. they keep driving. one would be hard-pressed to actually call it "racing".
finally... they approach a dreaded loop... sylvain accidentally misses the boost pad, and only makes it a few feet up the corkscrew before gravity sends his kart sliding backwards again...
and onto the boost pad! he hollers once more as it launches him forward at breakneck speed ]
AAAAaaaaaaGGGgHhhhh—
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Thank goodness, you didn't fall off...
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[ —a koopa shell then collides with his kart, and he really goes off the track this time, into the abyss. goodbye, sweet estelle... ]
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[she just stops and watches in horror as he disappears into the distance.
but mercifully, some of the other racers cross the finish line, ending the race with Estelle in last place (besides sylvain, who became a star).
they end up back in the hallway...]
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he considers the heat death of the universe, how terrible clowns and bees are, a bunch of inappropriate things i will not describe here, he thinks about—
okay he's back. ]
Wh—
[ he blinks. everything feels sore all over, and he can barely move. his head is spinning. ] Es...telle...?
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Oh, Sylvain! I... I thought you were gone...
[She lets out a breath of relief.]
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It was a close call... I'm still kickin' though.
[ he laughs weakly, and then flops back down again. ]
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Are you hurt?
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Right as rain. Feels terrible, though... You? Did you manage to finish the race...?
[ did she knock off any plumbers or dinosaurs while she was at it... ]
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In last place, but... I managed to stay on the track.
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[ he weakly gestures at himself. ]
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