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[ryanitenebrae]

Scenario: It's night, you have briefly left a performance of your father's friends' band in order to briefly walk through the graveyard you used to walk through all the time as a little girl when you lived in that neighborhood. A gravestone has been knocked over, and you kneel down to read the inscription. Suddenly, everything is brightly lit.

Comments

[derivatizing]

I would too! You're safe, I hope?

[ryanitenebrae]

Yep. It was scary, but I'm okay. ^^

[ethelflaed]

I think I would go, "Hm, a motorcycle. Hm, interesting. Hm, I wonder -"

And that would be the end of me.

Glad you're okay! Er, I assume you're okay. . . .

[ryanitenebrae]

^^; Thanks. I'm fine. I think maybe he wasn't going that fast, or maybe wasn't as directly towards me as I registered him as being, because, well, I'm still alive, but I didn't stick around long enough to figure out what was what.

Train of thought: "Born 1808, died in 186-MOTORCYCLECRAPCRAPCRAPRUN."

. . .I'm glad my bolting instincts are firmly in place.

[unitomega]

Congratulations, evolution has served you well. (Why do I suddenly have the urge to relate that brain-teaser about the king and his horse? Oh, yeah, INSTINCT)

I'd probably have done the same, though my mental train would have involved a lot more swearing, and I may possibly have resorted to a diving save. I dunno which act would be more ingrained.

[ryanitenebrae]

Good to know my survival instincts and fight or flight responses are still in working condition.

A diving save might not have done you much good, as the point of my running was not just to get away from the motorcycle, but to get to safety in case it wasn't just someone who didn't see me.

[ryanitenebrae]

My sentiments exactly!