Who: Olive, Galen – then later Harry D. and Luke
What: Olive and Galen are participating in that time honored rite of teenage passage: car crashes!
When: Late Monday evening
Where: Starts somewhere downtown and only gets better from there
Rating/Warnings: Umm, probably some swearing
Status: In progress/Closed

Everything settled back down, position right side up gyroscopically speaking, with that stomaching-dropping creaking sound of metal bending.

“Oh god!” were the first words out of Olive’s mouth that had shape and meaning beyond a sustained scream. And then she remembered to breathe because somewhere back where the car had skidded on the slick, summer rain damp surface of the road and had clipped the curb, setting in motion the series of events that ended with the car crumpled at the base of some park statue she’d either forgotten or lost the ability to draw in air.

“OH MY GOD!” It seemed to be the only words in her repertoire just then.

Slowly she started processing more than the deflating airbag and spider-webbed sight of the windshield in front of her. Limbs? Check – such a thing needed to be checked when assessing the damages of an accident near a Force-user. Head, check, still on her shoulders. Could she move? Check. So no broken neck, thank the stars above. Sore, check. But alive, thanks to the seatbelt locking her firmly in place, and that airbag, though she was sure she would have thoughts, and bruises about both later. Galen – She looked quickly to her left at her companion. Check.

“Oh my god?” This time a bit of a whimper laced her tone. She wanted to ask if he was alright but she just couldn’t form the words just then, her mind was stuck and needed some more time to process all that had just happened. So she questioned with the shocked look on her face, thinking maybe that was enough for right now.