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I have (unfortunately) had to make many long road trips before (mostly around 7hr but some up to 25hr) USUALLY with some kind of minor catastrophe, so, please be sure to consider:

-could you have a conversation with this person for an entire day/would mutual silence be comfortable ?

-would this person play driving games/read all billboards and would this piss you off or vice versa?

-would they take turns paying for gas?

-how frequently are they gonna need to pee?

-does their taste of music make you want to cry? do they listen to podcasts and if so, ones you tolerate?

-are you gonna want to be around them for another 10hrs after 10hrs in a car together ?

-could they handle an emergency/do they know how to change a tire?

-will they take turns driving and/or will their driving terrify you?

highly dependent on the results and my capacity for creativity (and shoulder/wrist/neck) but I would love to draw this or write it out because road trips are so often chaotic as fuck and I find thinking about The Characters (whose stakes are usually 1000x higher) in silly situations. Also I’ve been meaning to make that post about their cars…….

au where the third and ninth houses trade cavs for a little bit

"Now I've shot so many Nazis, Daddy will have to buy me a sable coat." (From his Wikipedia article).

Neil Munro "Bunny" Roger

June 9, 1911-April 27, 1997.

Bunny Roger killed a bunch of Nazis and then invented Capri pants.

He was expelled from Oxford for his indiscrete gayness (discrete gayness being perfectly fine at Oxford and part of the curriculum until...today probably, at least like 1992?). Then, having been sent down to London, he started his own fashion business, and his first client was Vivien Leigh.

Bunny served in WWII, killing fascists in North Africa and Italy, and often wearing a mauve scarf in the field. Roger claimed that he had gone into a battle brandishing a rolled-up copy of VOGUE and commanding: "When in doubt, powder heavily!"

Roger was known in high society for his themed soirées; Diamond, Amethyst, and Flame Balls were held to celebrate his 60th, 70th, and 80th birthdays. He wore a curious plum colored catsuit with a feathered headdress at his 70th birthday ball in 1981. At his 80th, he made his entrance in a catsuit of scarlet sequins with a cape of orange organza, greeting his guests from behind a wall of fire. His parties were covered by the newspapers, including a New Year's Eve Fetish Ball where the proper upper class mixed with young guests in rubber S/M gear.

From an obituary: "Beneath his mauve mannerisms, Bunny was stalwart, frank, dependable and undeceived; to onlookers a passing peacock, to intimates, a life enhancer and exemplary friend."

From another obituary:

And this in-memoriam piece.