[hr][center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWDV1xGyXJw]CURRENT DATE -- 24/05/2047, ~12 AM[/url][/center][hr]
[i]No bottles, Turner. No bottles, no tremors.[/i] Arbiter repeated the mantra to himself again.

Dave the supercar drove them up along I-25, leaving ET to his dangerous, dangerous thoughts. It was about a five hour drive, so they would be getting in at around 3 AM, if they were lucky. So far, they had been--no more missiles had tried to tear them a set of new assholes. Just to be safe, he'd had Dave drive in camo-mode. In his youth, it would have been dangerous and stupid to drive an invisible car, but smart cars could handle it in the magical year of 2047.

[i]No bottles, no tremors. Fuck.[/i] His throat was so dry. Hip flask in the glovebox. Maybe...maybe... His eyes drifted to the Tower, who sat shotgun on account of being fucking massive. The man's presence shook him out of the haze a bit, and he settled more firmly into his seat. No bottles, no tremors. Stardust was in the back, and the stranger--Shade, right, Shade--had her own ride. They'd been on the road for a little over three hours, so in two more, they'd be there. He glanced at the speedometer. Maybe one and a half. 

Fucking [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5090987]Denver[/url]. ET inhaled sharply, then let it out in a slow hiss that changed the shape of his mouth halfway through. His throat was so dry. Well, he mused, tough luck for him. He mentally flipped a switch that would let him communicate to...Shade, and inhaled again. "So," he started. "Denver. Anyone been there since 2029?" Since Envoy showed up, he meant. 

He'd been there on vacation, not too long ago. Mountains were beautiful even if a genocidal dictator was ruling the city.