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The Traveling Meme

You're on your way from point A to point B, and you've chosen one of the many forms of communal conveyance to do so! Let's see what your trip looks like today.

Train: The Orient Express if you're feeling fancy, your standard intercity line if you're not, but no matter how humble the train there's always a little bit of romance to the rail.
Plane: It may be the type of travel we least look forward to. Go ahead and stuff your character in coach--unless they're one of the blessed few who can afford knee room in business class.
Ship: The heyday of the grand passenger liners, a tall ship (preferably with a star to steer her by), or the ferry.
Bus: Whether it's a school bus, a Greyhound, or your regular commuter ride... we know you're not wearing the seatbelt like you're supposed to.
Stagecoach: Some old-timey fun!
Airship: Listen, JRPGs had it right when they decided these should be a normal thing.
Spaceship: For that sci-fi feel! To boldly get Ubered where no one has Ubered before.

Scenarios

I brought a book for a REASON: You're just trying to make this journey in peace and quiet but for the person in the seat next to you....
Stalled: Well, now you're really not there yet, because your mode of transport has stopped working--thrown a wheel or can't get off the tarmac or lost the breeze. Better figure out something to do in the meantime.
Stand and deliver! Dammit, it's bandits, or robbers, or some other kind of ne'er do well--or maybe you're the one pulling the heist.
Running: Not literally, obviously, but you're trying to get away from something bad. Let's hope it's not catching up to you a few seats down....
Disaster! This isn't just inconvenient, it's catastrophic! Good thing you're here to save the day, right? ...Right?
Actually having a nice time: It's just pleasant to sit and look out windows while someone else does the steering, you know?

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[ A halted train wasn't the worse case scenario, even if it could indeed be the worse case scenerio or leading into one. Leon was dressed in a pair of dark jeans with a fitted t-shirt underneath in white, his signature brown leather jacket, and the faint smell of gun powder mixed with cologne on his person. One could smell the oddly mixed scent if they were close enough. He nearly loses his grip on the rail as his body jerks forward then back as the momentum of the train comes to an abrupt stop. All he could think at this moment is that he should have listened to his company and taken a (cramped) seat next to her.

Instead, he finds himself nearly falling into her lap (awkwardly) and manages to stop himself by clasping a hand against the back of her seat near the window. It leaves them inches apart as his face becomes dangerously close to hers. Leon is sure she's getting some whiffs of that cologne and gunpowder combo and might even be able to smell the faint peppermint on his breath left over from just before they boarded. All he can do at this moment is stare into her eyes as the situation forced them nearly painfully close. He doesn't want to admit she was right, but she's probably gloating (and rightfully so) about it. Instead he searches her eyes for a moment before side glancing to what others might be doing at this time.

For now, it seemed everyone was just as confused and/or startled by the sudden halt. No one in particular paying any mind to them or how awkwardly he was leaned over his company. Maybe the guy a couple of seats over from her passing a few uncomfortable glances from behind a newspaper he'd readjusted back to a reading position, but otherwise it seemed they were in their own little bubble for now. ]

Before you say anything... [ His voice almost trails as he turns his head to look back at her. ] I was perfectly fine where I was. [ He doesn't admit to anything even if it's clear what it turned into. Leon begrudgingly pushes himself away from her trying to regain his balance at that. He conveniently ignores the empty seat next to her as if it'd magically no longer be there and certainly not as an available option at the moment (still). ]

[ It wasn't the worst, but Jill automatically assumes it might be. She's casually dressed for the moment in a pair of belted black palazzo pants and a sleeveless cream-colored blouse that has a bit of embellishment on it, faint little slits of flowy fabric that don't make her body look too awkward and though she was tempted to wear heels, they're in a bag and instead she's wearing a pair of stylish kung fu flats that most wouldn't assume are made for sparring. They manage to look like any other slip-ons, thankfully, but she's ready to raise a leg at any moment.

When Leon slips forward, though, Jill is almost getting up to steady him and in the process ends up even closer, staring as she puts a hand on his waist as-if that'll ensure he stands or falls. She can smell him just as he can probably smell the faint floral and sweet coconut and vanilla hints of her perfume; it's as quiet and elegant as she can be at times, impossible to get a hint of unless you're this close to her much like how he chooses to wear cologne. It's a personal thing for both of them.

As he nearly chides her, though, Jill is quick to run a hand over his shoulder to play with the collar of his shirt with a sly smile. It's almost worse than her saying anything.

Retracting her hand with ease, she folds her hands comfortably in her lap. ]

I was going to say we should give it a minute before we assault the staff with questions. They're probably swamped. We can start heading up front in fifteen if it's not started? [ Or they hear screaming. Jill isn't visibly equipped, but she has her gun on her lower leg beneath the pants and she's ready to go at any moment -- she makes sure there's that look in her eye when she gazes over at him. ] Does that sound good to you?

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