Infinity Smashed: the Road to Georgia
Aug. 6th, 2014 11:54 amHi everybody! This prompt is an orphan from Journeython, where Megan requested difficult travel companions becoming friends. It was sponsored by titianblue of Mammoth! Happy writeathon, everybody!
The Road to Georgia
Word Count: 1000
Summary: M.D. and Biff embark on a forty-six hour bus ride across the South, and it turns out Biff can't sleep sitting up...
Notes: This takes place directly after Time To Go and before Homecoming. Also, the crucifix kid? Real guy. I met him on a bus to Ohio. The rat shaman is also a real person; a friend told me about him.

We couldn’t ‘just go’ to Georgia, of course. There was the whole matter of how to get there, and how to pay for it. Don’t ask where the money came from; suffice to say, Biff could pull off impressive jobs when properly motivated. He sat down to crunch numbers and peer over schedules, and after a lot of scowling and tabulating, announced that we would be taking the most colorful, memorable, cost-effective method of travel in the country: InterBus. Three of them, specifically, transferring in Amarillo, Dallas, and Atlanta, at which point we’d have to make the rest of the trip in some local rattletrap.
Total cost? Eight hundred dollars, which Biff coughed up without a single word of complaint. Total travel time? Forty-six hours. Each way. In theory. And unless he had the benefit of post-operative painkillers, Biff couldn’t sleep sitting up…
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The Road to Georgia
Word Count: 1000
Summary: M.D. and Biff embark on a forty-six hour bus ride across the South, and it turns out Biff can't sleep sitting up...
Notes: This takes place directly after Time To Go and before Homecoming. Also, the crucifix kid? Real guy. I met him on a bus to Ohio. The rat shaman is also a real person; a friend told me about him.

We couldn’t ‘just go’ to Georgia, of course. There was the whole matter of how to get there, and how to pay for it. Don’t ask where the money came from; suffice to say, Biff could pull off impressive jobs when properly motivated. He sat down to crunch numbers and peer over schedules, and after a lot of scowling and tabulating, announced that we would be taking the most colorful, memorable, cost-effective method of travel in the country: InterBus. Three of them, specifically, transferring in Amarillo, Dallas, and Atlanta, at which point we’d have to make the rest of the trip in some local rattletrap.
Total cost? Eight hundred dollars, which Biff coughed up without a single word of complaint. Total travel time? Forty-six hours. Each way. In theory. And unless he had the benefit of post-operative painkillers, Biff couldn’t sleep sitting up…
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