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[carlisle scarborough]

As they did a tree pose (oh, so they were plants now...) Carlisle reviewed his day in his head and decided that if it received a rating below a five, then it was totally worth it to just go home and crash on his couch. Maybe he would even break out the first season of Star Trek. That always made him feel a tad better after shit days like this. But, before he went counting his ducks before they hatched, Carlisle decided it was a good idea to maybe go through what had already happened and how much of a chance he had at making it a better day than it had turned out to be thus far. First, he had gotten up. It was early, it was bright, and the light was blinding. When, by some miracle, the sun fell through the teeniest crack in his curtains and hit him directly in the eyes upon waking, a red flag went up. So he proceeded to his shower, where the warm water could soak away his worries for the day. Oh, and singing the Fresh Prince theme song helped brighten the mood as well. He continued on and hit yet another sure sign the day was going to turn out to be complete and utter cow pie when he received Topher's message. Then so went the incident with Sonja's alarm clock had thrown him off too. Too bad he didn't think of hurling a rock through her window in return. That would've been grand. Finally, he got to the yoga studio after visiting the coffee shop where Lily worked. Seeing her gave the direction of the day an upward direction, but it soon snowballed downward. From the mastery that was Max's women skills to the insults hurled between Topher and Mona, it was certainly a good idea to keep his options of escape open while he still could.

But then it was all over-- that scream. That terrible, terrible scream coming from Desdemona Proust herself.

From then on was but a blur, and Sonja seemed to be thinking at the same rate Carlisle was. He stood up from his mat, not caring much about the people in the studio and their already-wide eyes nearly popping out of their heads at the event that had just occurred. They began to migrate towards Mona like a herd of sheep (by damn) and Carlisle nearly slapped his hand to his face in utter disgust at how stupid this class was. Not just because Sonja was teaching it (however big a part that may play) but because of the stupid idiots attending the class. This included Max Lane, even if he did have Carlisle's sympathy.

Sonja telling Mona to shut up was possibly the hottest thing Carlisle had ever seen her do. And there were a lot of hot things that Sonja did. Existing happened to be one of them.

Carlisle pulled himself of the thoughts that had dragged him into the hot mess that was Sonja in the first place (way back in Australia, oh my) and collected himself enough to grab the phone out of his pocket and call a cab. Topher approached him after he hung up and smiled. “Totally worth it, or what? I kind of don't want it to end. Maybe we should tail their cab, see if Mona gets a fungal infection in her eye from Max's toe. What'd you think?” he grinned, and Carlisle immediately felt like he should walk away and plummet down the vast cavern of fail of the Universe. He had totally ruined the mood already! Poor Topher. All he wanted was to have a good time completely ruining Mona's life and Carlisle had to ruin it by being a good guy.

Wait, why was he being a good guy again?

Carlisle grinned, determined to redeem his ultimately full-of-fail actions so far. “Dude, this day sucks, but the look on everyone's face when Mona screamed like she was being raped by a Klingon,” he paused, breathing in dramatically and nodding. “Totally redeemed the day's suck-shit level,” This was all true. Though he did feel slighly sympathetic towards Mona (Max's toe was quite large) the way things had gone downhill even faster than he would have imagined they were going to... yes. That automatically made this day so much better, even if it did still need some sprucing up. “Also, I called them a cab. But I'll call us one too,”

And so he did. By that time, everyone had dispersed from the Yoga studio, grumbling about a wasted day of Yoga (as if they were actually going to participate) and the cabs had arrived. Sonja and Max rushed Mona to the first cab, and Carlisle and Topher slid into the second.

“Hospital, please,” Carlisle said simply. Who cared about the street name. Everyone knew where the hospital was.

Carlisle couldn't quite get over how much the day had sucked so far. Even if it was to the point where things could be looking like they were actually going to turn out okay, it was just one of those times that he needed to wallow in self pity.

Then, to his total and belated surprise, a bunch of lights began to flash on the roof of the taxi like it was goddamn Christmas or something. No pun intended.

It took him a few moments, but Carlisle realized what was going on and looked over at Topher.

“Dude,” he breathed, his mouth open in surprise. “I think we're in the --”

But he was cut off by a man's voice. “You guys are in the Cash Cab,”

Carlisle could wallow no longer.

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----tagged, tophuburger.
----status, completed.
----outfit, same as yoga thread.
----music, busted by matchbox twenty.
----count, 955 words.
----notes, omgz u, were in da cash cab!!1

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[topher lane]

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topher was surprised by the shadow falling over his best friend’s face as he suggested what he thought to be a reasonably awesome idea. before he could make any further examinations or assumptions, carlisle’s brief look of dread was replaced with a cheeky, much more characteristic smirk, “dude, this day sucks, but the look on everyone’s face when mona screamed like she was being raped by a klingon – ” carlisle inserted a truly shatnerian pause with a deep, dramatic inhale – “totally redeemed the day’s suck-shit level.”

“agreed. i just wish i could just, y’know, record it on some sort of hologram device, so whenever i’m down and life isn’t going my way, i can just watch that all over again and know that the world is beautiful,” topher gave a fake, dreamy sigh. had he been sitting at a table, he might have even cradled his chin in his hand and offered an adorable, wide-eyed look. but, he wasn’t, so, he was just satisfied with playing it subtle, glancing at carlisle out of the corner of his eye.

“also, i called them a cab – ” carlisle informed him quickly, as if this was the thing he was trying so desperately to avoid talking about.

so, like the great friend topher certainly was, he totally called him out on it, “aw, look at you, playing nice,” topher’s grin rivaled the playful, overconfident mockery in carlisle’s, “i’m so proud,” he affirmed with a brief, patriarchal pat on the back.

“ – but i’ll call us one, too.”

“nailed it!” topher punched the air. he was genuinely excited to see how this would play out. after having to endure so much since his younger brother landed the b-movie star from hell, now that she was receiving a small taste of her own bitter medicine topher just had to revel in it. given how the universe tended to work against his favor, he might as well enjoy it while it lasted, however brief it would be. “knock on wood, but i’m thinking this hospital visit might be the thing of legends. like, the minstrels of old will go from town to town singing about our epic journey and mona’s epic whining.”

mona, sonja, and max – with some struggle – dragged the former into the first cab. in spite of the fact that the first was the tiny sedan variation of the yellow cabs patrolling montreal’s streets, the first group practically dived into it, while the dynamic duo was left with the spacious van version. hey, topher wasn’t complaining. and he most certainly wouldn’t be once he knew what was inside.

there was nothing inside, once they first entered, to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening. it was spacious, but unassuming, and topher quickly just settled in, leaning back on the seat. he instantly jolted up once the ceiling started flashing. he sat there, momentarily paralyzed by the shock of the situation he instantly recognized but couldn’t, for one moment, believe he was actually in. “dude,” carlisle reclaimed his ability to speak first, “i think we’re in the – ”

“you guys are in the cash cab,” confirmed the driver.

“holy shit!” topher exclaimed, feeling the television sensors baring down on him already. luckily, he swallowed the next sentence that came to mind – is this for real? are you kidding me? – seeing as it would’ve been too elaborate of a hoax to not be real. of course, this could’ve been mona’s revenge already in action. although she wasn’t as enormous of a celebrity as she liked to think she was, she had connections. she was montreal’s pride and joy, the darling of the city, she most definitely had connections. maybe even enough money to rig a recently retired taxi cab with a lit-up ceiling. or maybe this was a hoax of topher’s imagination. after all, the previous events of the morning seemed dreamlike enough. but, he continued to live by the philosophy he established a few minutes ago; enjoy it while it lasts.

as the driver explained the rules for the benefit of the completely invisible audience (topher could’ve recited them along with the driver, as shows involving taxi cabs [all two of them] were a particular obsession of his, but since they were apparently being filmed on national television, he restrained himself), topher whispered excitedly, “you realize cora’s gonna murder me when she finds out about this. we’re in the mothalovin’ cash cab!”

luckily it the explanation of how the game worked was quite brief, for topher imagined neither he nor carlisle would be able to contain their excitement for too much longer without bursting with glee. “so,” the host said with an air of gravitas that only those few born to become game show hosts and salesmen for the sharper image possess, “you guys ready for the first question?”

that particular one was obviously quite rhetorical, but topher was too giddy to give a crap. “are we ever!”

the driver gave a little look of alarm at the duo’s collective, explosive sense of excitement. “so, first question. this man is undoubtedly a television pioneer, creator of such programs as andromeda and… star trek. what is his name?”

topher and carlisle exchanged a look, then a grin, expanding their already smiling faces. “come on,” topher said, peppering his elated disbelief with a brief chortle.

maybe he had some luck going for him after all.

status. fin.
tag. carly poo!
outfit. same as the yoga thread, sillies.
words. 902.
music. “eet” – regina spektor.
notes. topher and carlisle are gonna rock this shit.[/font][/size][/color]