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It starts on a Thursday afternoon.
It's the last practice session of the week; with the soaring temperatures on weather forecasts for the weekend and the shortage of Ice-types to help cool down between laps, Esq. Swallington had declared, "Ohoho, you Spindas must rest up before the big race! -3-" and cancelled every upcoming session. Esq. Swallington is not the type to provide accommodation or travel arrangements, so Silent Running begrudgingly sighs, and opens up his texts:
Silent Running
[14:35] Hey, could I crash for the weekend 6.6
[14:35] Accommodation here is expensive, and I live 7 hours away
[14:35] Perchance
straight up blueing it
[14:35] u cant just say perchance
[14:36] turtstomper
[14:36] greenies over sry 6-<
[14:36] lets get vanillite cones tho? on u
[14:37] ik u got some of that race win prize money 2 spare 4 a friend 6-<
Silent Running
[14:39] I see, I'll keep asking around then
[14:39] ...and when did I agree to paying for you?
straight up blueing it
[14:39] just now. if you dont get me a vanillite cone you hate women
He sighs again. Tempered Breath may be one of his best friends, but she can (and will) get on his nerves.
Silent Running
[14:42] Hey boss, just wondering if you'd know of any nearby available accommodation?
Barnabus Swallington, Esq.
[14:42] This is an automated message. Ohoho, I can't get back to you at the minute but I'll send my message once I'm free -3- My dearest wife and my children take priority during holidays but I shall return to my duties! -3- Barnabus Swallington, Esq.
He sighs a third time, and an extra fourth time for dramatic effect.
Silent Running opens up Airballoonbnb. Closes it, opens it again, closes it, searches for Angle Craigslist Grinder, and closes that too- in what world is a professional racer finding accommodation on aCraigslistg? He opens up his texts, in case Tempered Breath had changed her mind, or Esq. Swallington had replied in fewer than three business days. Gods, he is not paid enough for this.
He opens Airballoonbnb a third time for good measure. Every listing allowing booking at such short notice was either suspicious or overpriced, if not both- who in their right mind would ever rent out a single moldy PC space for 12000 a night?!
He almost considers aCraigslistg again and is midway through a fifth sigh when someone's voice draws his attention.
"Hey... Silent Running?"