1st Experiment [Video: Near the Bay]

[crabbygenius]

 I wish I could say this isn't the strangest place I've woken up in, but, that would be a lie. 

[Don't ask. Washu's been through some interesting things lately and this was hardly the worst of them. She might even consider this a little vacation.]

Now, will someone be a dear and help a cute little girl like me try to figure out what's going on? 

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[crabbygenius]

Then we better not upset your girlfriend~. But, I am still the cutest and one of the greatest scientific minds of my universe.

[On that she's sure. As for riding a motorcycle, Washu just grins.]

I think I can manage riding a motorcycle.

[notquitedracula]

[He grins back. Finally, someone who understands. He grabs a classic skull bucket helmet out of his coat pocket - no way it could have fit in there - and offers it to her. He's notably not wearing one of his own.]

It's a bit of a ride, but I'm pretty sure I can make it quick and relatively painless.

[Once she's taken the helmet - or refused it - he'll mount and nod back at the pillion seat behind him. It's configured for sidesaddle, but she could probably manage a standard mount if she wants. How he got a pillion pad on a racing bike is a question perhaps best left unasked.]

[crabbygenius]

[She's not going to comment on his lack of a helmet as she situates her hair to put on the one for herself. Once that's done, she looks at the side saddle seat and arches an eyebrow. That's definitely not something you see every day on a motorcycle.

But, who was she to judge? Washu settles herself on the seat neatly and grins.]

Ready whenever you are.

[notquitedracula]

[When your SO is a princess from a world that doesn't have motor vehicles, you make arrangements. Of course, he'd given her an actual horse, so the seat was a bit redundant - but still, he kept it for sentimental reasons.

Everglade isn't known for its traffic, so the ride to the archway is pretty much unimpeded. Surprisingly smooth, too, in spite of roads whose condition could charitably be described as 'rough'. There's clearly something going on with the bike's suspension. When they pass out of town into the wooded areas, it gets even rougher, but they never feel a bump - and if Washu's paying attention, she'll probably notice the tires aren't actually touching the ground. The faint whine of a repulsor unit is almost inaudible under the turbine's much higher scream, and the decorative strakes alongside the front wheel apparently serve double duty as steering vanes.

Finally, they come to a stone archway that's just the slightest bit out of place, out here. A swirling mist hangs inside it, and were it not for the midday sun having burnt off the fog, it might have been passable for a normal phenomenon. Not so much without camouflage.]

We have to leave the bike here. What's on the other side of that gate doesn't agree too well with this kind of technology. I trust the ride was smooth enough for your liking?