forum "Well... that didn't work out." (OPEN)

Started January 11, 2021 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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(Do we want to just have one person control a different band member or are they just free to be used by whoever? That is unless someone else wants to join)

Reed nodded in acknowledgment, turning the wheel and getting on the road. He learned the hard way to keep his eyes on the road, so he just decided to leave Eric and the Roxy girl to their bickering. Turning his head slightly, he called, "Hey Zach, could you pass me some chips?"
He heard the crinkling of a plastic bag, and glancing down he saw the bag of chips next to him.
In the back seat, Mathilda slumped in her seat, with one foot on the driver's seat in front of her. She talked as she gestured back to Zach.
"She cute, I guess, but I don't know," she shrugged.

Roxy looked out the window, watching the scenery she's seen in hundreds of pictures pass her by, playing with the rips in her jeans. This is a dream. Instead of astral projecting, I fell asleep and now I'm dreaming. There is no way this is real-

(That sounds like a great idea)

Zach tapped Eric on the shoulder and asked him to translate so he can talk to Roxy. "Alright," Eric said with a small sigh as he puts the sandwich he was going to bite out of. "Hey princess. Zach wants to talk to you, but since he can't speak, I'm going to translate for him."

Zach started to make gestures and Eric started to talk. "I know I'm not having a real conversation with you right now with Eric translating for me, but why don't we get to know each other. I'm Zachary Chen. I joined the band just last year."

They came to a stoplight and Reed took a moment to break open the chips. He popped one in his mouth and said, with his voice muffled by the food in his mouth, "And he's the greatest keyboard player I've ever met!"
Mathilda waved at Roxy, her expression flat. "Mathilda Valdez. Joined the band just after Eric and Reed started it."

Roxy waved slightly, mind still reeling. WHATTHEACTUALLITERALFUCK-

Eric took a bite out of his sandwich and started to chew. As he was still chewing his sandwich, he started putting chips in it. Eric started to speak after he swallowed, "listen Gothilda," a name he calls Mathilda, but she dislikes the name, "sandwich making is an art only a few people can master. You have to calculate the number of ingredients you want in your sandwich, along with how to blend all of them cleanly and evenly together. Am I right Reed?"

Zach had smiled and blushed in acknowledgment of Reed's compliment, signing, "Thank you." Reed smiled back, seeing him sign through the front view mirror. Then he cocked his head at Eric before turning back to the road; they were moving again. "Who said anything about sandwiches?"
Mathilda rolled her eyes at Eric. They've had this conversation before. "Stop calling me that. And c'mon, why do you need to be a master to properly make a sandwich? They're just sandwiches. What really matters is the flavor."

Roxy looked back out the window, fidgeting with her chocker again, trying to ignore the slight pain in her back.

"There are different flavors in the ingredients," Eric kindly argued. He was about to add something to his argument but saw that Roxy was unhappy. "What's wrong Roxy?" he asked, "are you feeling homesick or did you eat something that was on the floor of this van? This van isn't the cleanest. No offense Reed."

Reed laughed, a short, barking sound. "None taken, your totally right, man."
They turned left, large and small buildings and palm trees passing by. Mathilda, not really interested in arguing about sandwiches at the moment, said dryly, "She probably still thinks it's 2021 or something."

Roxy bit her lip, rubbing at a particularly painful spot on her shoulder. Okay, so I got here after some weird fuck up astral projecting. How the fuck do I fix it? I need to get back. I shouldn't be here. And I have a paper due.

"I wouldn't doubt it," Eric agreed, "but I can understand why. Not many people are fond of gays."

"Don't you mean everyone but the few?" Zach gestured.

"I know Zach," Eric sighed, "we're all rejected because we're not like the others. Zach can't speak, Reed expresses himself, Gothilda is gay, and I'm a Communist. But all we can do is move forward, no one can convince people to change. I bet that even in 2021 people like us will still be rejected."

"That's really depressing, Eric," Reed said. "Accurate, but depressing. Well, I'd say the only thing you'd need to change about that statement is that I have the color of skin that I do. Or is that what you meant? Whatever man, it feels all the same."
They were stuck in traffic now, but Reed thought it wouldn't take too long to get out of. He tapped his finger on the wheel.

Roxy twisted a hand into the bottom of her t-shirt, feeling a small amount of blood from where she had been chewing on her lip. Ow- motherfucker, I'm gay!

"Hey, Princess!" Eric said slightly raising his voice, "we can't help you if you stay quiet. So why don't you explain to us why you are actually here and don't give us that 'I'm from the future' crap." Eric waited for Roxy to respond as he takes another bite of his sandwich.