Riding home on the Cannondale with an ear bud in her left ear, Emily was feeling good, work day over, tips in backpack, the RP with 47 almost ready to begin, and applications in the mail.  Life couldn’t be any better, that was until a blue sports Subaru swerved into her lane, cutting the path off ahead.  Panicking, she veered off the street, hit the curb, and flew over the handlebars, landing in a planter.  Thankfully, it was one of the lower designs filled with beach grass, any taller and she might have fractured something.  As it was, there’d be a kaleidoscope of bruises to match the collection of scrapes in the morning.  The driver didn’t stop or even slow down to see if she was okay.  Slowly getting to her feet, Emily was shaken and angry.  Her only mode of transportation now lay like roadkill, mangled beyond repair.  It was slow going, limping the rest of the way home.<br/><br/>Upset and brooding on what to replace the Cannondale with, the walk gave her an opportunity to see businesses she typically whizzed by.  One caught her attention,<i>B's Knees Moto.  </i>Curious, Emily wondered if moto meant motorcycles or mopeds.  She glanced through a large window and saw a couple of motorcycles on display, flanking the main counter.  Perhaps tomorrow on the way home she’d stop in and look around but for the moment, the blood and scrapes would most likely upset the business’s employees.<br/><br/>Sitting in the bathroom, cleaning the scrapes and cuts was a bitch.  She learned the best way to loosen fabric from a crusted wound was to slowly moisten the fabric first, allowing the blood to soften, making the separation less traumatic.  Her overalls took a lot of the initial damage, grass and dirt stains everywhere.  The major damage could be mended and might make for a cool design if she used multi-colored embroidery thread.  After throwing used cotton balls and Band Aid wrappers in the trash, she popped open a bottle of pale ale and turned on the laptop to see if 47 sent her a message. The day wasn't a total disaster, after reading his post she typed:<br/><br/><i>Hi 47, it sounds we’re about ready to start!  Making your character the lone survivor of a mining crew sounds perfect, you could even consider opening the scene with the gruesome massacre and how he escaped.  I agree, one AI for you and one for me is probably smart, balancing each of our character repertoire.  As for titles, my contributions are (and feel free to toss them if they're not up to snuff) are </i>‘We’re on an express elevator to hell, going down,’ ‘At least you don’t see them fucking each other over for a goddamn percentage,’<i>and finally</i>‘Assholes and Elbows<i>.’  Would you mind making the first post? I’ve had a bit of a day.  Let me know if you think we need to iron out any other details.</i><br/><br/><i>Hope to talk with you soon, GW</i><br/><br/>Emily decided to eat something and take an Aleve before going to bed.  Thank goodness she had the day off tomorrow.