[ she fishes around for her keys and then just kind of... stares at them. she can do this. it's fine. cars are fine. unlocks the doors so he can at least get in while she's still deciding what she's going to do. ]
[ she tries to relax and just think about happy shit, and that seems to work for a little bit, so little by little she starts to speed up and stop gripping the wheel like she's planning to rip it straight off the car. ]
Relax, King. [ SHE'S ONE TO TALK. ] Arcade, here we come!
[ and though she's scared of being in the car she also can't quite help accelerating. it's maddening - how these two things continue fighting each other, but she ultimately grips the steering wheel until he knuckles turn white as she shifts from gear to gear to gear... the speed of the car climbing and climbing. ]
[ she hears him, and she knows he's said something, but at the same time it's all garbled. she's not sure what, exactly, he said. ]
[ d.va swallows and spares him the quickest of glances, because she should keep her eyes on the road. she can't afford to crash. not again. not with someone in the car. not like in that nightmare. she squeezes the wheel a little bit tighter as, again, she shifts the gears of the car... or tries to. it can't go any higher. still, she pushes down on the gas pedal and the car still accelerates, the engine doing its best to keep up with what she's asking it to do. ]
[ she blinks. where were they headed again. the arcade or something. fuck. she opens her mouth to say something, but she, instead, just starts breathing a bit heavier, more ragged, and in short bursts. blinking again, she swears the road in front of them starts to crumble and fall apart, but, no, that's not the road... that's her back... her tentacles reemerging in one fell swoop. skin splitting as she immediately hits the brakes, screaming along with the tires of the car until it comes to a stop. ]
L- Let me out. I want out.
[ once the car has fully stopped she throws it into park and shoves the door open, stumbling out and dropping to her knees, because her legs feel like jelly. ]
[ as soon as he attempts to touch her one of the tentacles smacks at his hand. all four of them ( yes, even the hypersensitive rounded ones ) are acting hostile. she's doubled over and holding her head, shaking and crying as she tries to get a grip, but she can barely get that memory out of her head. it starts to replay and she just... she can't take it... ]
[ it doesn't take long for them to turn on her, which doesn't really come as a surprise given what had happened. the thoughts about the failed jump and the subsequent crash all go out the window as she falls forward, squirms around, and tries to tug at the one tightening around her neck. ]
[ they all go slack immediately, as if that was just the immediate ( and unfortunate ) reaction they had. d.va ducks her head, quickly covering her face as tears stream down it. ]
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[ she fishes around for her keys and then just kind of... stares at them. she can do this. it's fine. cars are fine. unlocks the doors so he can at least get in while she's still deciding what she's going to do. ]
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When we're not, like, tipsyish.
...so, uh, get... in..?
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He plops into the passenger seat. ]
Tipsyish is being generous.
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[ she opens the door to the driver's side and stands there dumbly for a few extra seconds before sliding in. ]
...alright, let's, ah, let's do this. [ she starts the car and slowly heads out of the makeshift garage. ]
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Are you okay?
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[ she starts going a little faster. ]
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He still watches her as she drives, but doesn't say anything more. ]
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Relax, King. [ SHE'S ONE TO TALK. ] Arcade, here we come!
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Do you know how to get there?
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Nope, I don't.
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[ and though she's scared of being in the car she also can't quite help accelerating. it's maddening - how these two things continue fighting each other, but she ultimately grips the steering wheel until he knuckles turn white as she shifts from gear to gear to gear... the speed of the car climbing and climbing. ]
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Do you think they come back...? Things we get from the other Hell.
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but at the same time it's all garbled. she's not sure what, exactly, he said. ]
[ d.va swallows and spares him the quickest of glances, because she should keep her eyes on the road. she can't afford to crash. not again. not with someone in the car. not like in that nightmare. she squeezes the wheel a little bit tighter as, again, she shifts the gears of the car... or tries to. it can't go any higher. still, she pushes down on the gas pedal and the car still accelerates, the engine doing its best to keep up with what she's asking it to do. ]
[ she blinks. where were they headed again. the arcade or something. fuck. she opens her mouth to say something, but she, instead, just starts breathing a bit heavier, more ragged, and in short bursts. blinking again, she swears the road in front of them starts to crumble and fall apart, but, no, that's not the road... that's her back... her tentacles reemerging in one fell swoop. skin splitting as she immediately hits the brakes, screaming along with the tires of the car until it comes to a stop. ]
L- Let me out.
I want out.
[ once the car has fully stopped she throws it into park and shoves the door open, stumbling out and dropping to her knees, because her legs feel like jelly. ]
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Please hold while he processes, staring out the open door in pure confusion. ]
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Oh, shit, fuck.
He wrenches his own door open and stumbles over to her, placing a tentative hand on her shoulder. ]
D.Va...?
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Not again.
Please, not again...
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Hey. Nothing's happening... you're fine.
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[ it doesn't take long for them to turn on her, which doesn't really come as a surprise given what had happened. the thoughts about the failed jump and the subsequent crash all go out the window as she falls forward, squirms around, and tries to tug at the one tightening around her neck. ]
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Hey- stop!
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Well.
Tentacles be damned, he's pulling her into a tight, protective hug. ]
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