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

((Okay!))

(alright alright. I have never done a group rp before so how do the turns go?)

((In my experience, it kind of just depends who's on at the time))

(I thought there was an order like CW goes first, I go second, and Tired goes third.)

((We could do that if it would make it easier!))

(I just want Tired to be included in this so we can take turns.)

(that was some terrible wording I just wrote.)

((Hey, it's fine, I get it!))

(And now, we wait for Tired.)

(I'm cool with an order! I'll get smth up soon)

Reed leaned out of the window of his father's van, flipping up his shades as Eric approached the van with Roxy. His brow furrowing with curiosity, he puts the shades back over his eyes, turning his body to see the girl from the driver's seat.
"Yo, Eric," he drawled, "who's the weird lookin' chick? I thought I saw…" he trailed off. I thought I saw her fall straight from the clear blue sky.

Roxy waved slightly, still extremely confused. "Hi. Don't know who the fuck any of you are, where the hell am I?" She asked, running a hand through her messy hair. "Because I don't think I'm supposed to be here."

Eric looked over at Reed, "I just came from the bathroom and I saw her dizzy on the floor. I think she's still high." He started to lift the speakers and the instruments into the truck, "I'm Eric. My buddy in the driver's seat is Reed Darwin, and the girl sitting next to you is the neighbor's 10-year-old daughter. What is your name?"

Reed shrugged at the girl. "You're in our van. I mean, I don't think you're supposed to be here either. Just remember to sober up before you skedaddle, yeah?"
He let his shades slide down just enough to show his jade green eyes, giving Eric a pointed look. He wanted to talk to him more privately, just in case the girl freaked out or something.

"No, I mean- Look, I swear, for the love of John, Paul, George, and Ringo, I'm sober. No weed, alcohol, nothing. I went to astral project in my room, and now I'm on the set for a deleted scene in The Dirt." She said, mildly exasperated. "Can you just tell me where the hell I am?"

Eric looks over again at Reed to confirm what Roxy said, "I think she is high. A deleted scene in the dirt? Dirt is on the ground! It's not going anywhere and there is nothing interesting about it." He closes the doors in the back of the truck and walked over to Reed to listen to what he has to say. "I don't think she's high or drunk but maybe she's a bit…" he looks over to see if Roxy was listening, "crazy."

He couldn't help but cackle at Roxy's words. "Astral what now? You're funny." Reed pushed his shades back up his wide nose, sticking his tongue out at her playfully. Then he turned to face Eric, chuckling and lowering his voice. "You say she's high and then you say she isn't in the same breath. Ah, whatever, I don't think so either, if she can speak in complete sentences like that. But," the amused smirk he had on his face faded. "I hope I'm not the one who's high. I thought I saw her fall from the sky just before you came out." Reed sighed, the smile returning. "But hey, maybe we're both crazy."

Roxy shook her head. "No, not that dirt, the Motley Crue biopic! It came out like, last year…" She took a deep breath, one hand coming up to fidget with her choker. "Look, can you please just give me a straight answer about where the hell I am?"

"Listen, princess. I don't know what part of America you are from, but you are in California right now." Eric said with some frustration. He sighed as he calms himself down, "at least this isn't worse than an actor being president. Can't wait to see what 'reforms' he has to people like me." He opened a glass Coca Cola bottle and started to drink from it, "Now thinking about it, Coke and Pepsi taste the same, to me at least."

Reed, though a little hurt from the sky remark being ignored, couldn't really blame Eric. Because really, it was crazy, right? No way, it must've been a trick of the light or something. He must've had nothing to say.
He sighed again. "Aw, Eric, you just had to go and bring that up. But I mean, yeah," he shrugged. "This certainly isn't worse than that." Then he straightened, furrowing his brow at his fellow band member. "No way dude, they're totally different. How can you not taste it?"
For a second, he'd forgotten about girl, but now he tilted his head in her direction. "Girl, what are you goin' on about? Hey, could you remind me what a biopic is? I'm dumb."

"Like… it's a true story, but instead of it being a documentary, it's acted out by actors. Machine Gun Kelly played Tommy Lee, and a bunch of pretentious middle-aged guys got pissed about it." She said, shrugging. "I mean, the band was directly involved, so I don't get what they were on, but-" She shook her head so she would stop rambling. I was in my bed in New York… what the fuck? "Also, Coke and Pepsi taste the same."

"I told you! Maybe both co…" Eric was about something before he heard Roxy going on and on about biopics and actors, "Machine gun Kelly?" He thought about the name for a moment but couldn't think of anything. "How can something be an entertaining movie but also an informational documentary?" He thought that Roxy was lying but he thought of something funny, "Reed, do you think this girl is trying to make stuff up just to impress you? Or is she trying to hitchhike with us?"

Reed decided to let the Coke/Pepsi thing go. For now. He grinned in Roxy's direction. "Funny, don't remember anything like that that came out last year. But then again, I'm not much of a moviegoer."
Turning to Eric for a moment, he drawled, "Well, it wouldn't be the first time." He turned back to Roxy. "Yo, princess, are you trying to impress us, or are you a hitchhiker? We don't have all day."

Roxy sighed softly, mumbling a "Do I look straight?" under her breath. "No, I'm not doing either. I laid down in my bed in New York after some online class, and then woke up in California, and I don't even know what's happening."

Eric turned his head to Reed then back to Roxy, "what else would a teen like you be doing here in California?" He thought about why she would be here, "Explain to us why you are here alone? Wait… why am I asking now? Reagan the actor became president so there is no point."

Reed rolled his eyes underneath his shades. "Okay princess, imma give it to you straight. We don't know what the h*ll you're talking about, we still don't your name, and you happen to be in our band van- at least that's what I like to call it- right in the middle of us getting gas and taking bathroom breaks on our way to practice. Admittedly, you're a nice surprise, but like I said, we don't have all day. Do you know anyone you could call? Also, Eric, is Zachary still getting snacks? Oh wait, I see him."
He had glanced out of the front window and saw a boy about their age walking towards the van with a few bags and boxes of junk food in his arms. The boy came around the back and sat in the seat behind Roxy and the female band member, who we will say is named Mathilda, announcing that he brought snacks when he noticed Roxy and started to ask something. Reed held up a hand.
"Save your questions Zach, we're trying to figure this out too. Eric found her out on the sidewalk, we don't know her."
The boy, Zach, gave Reed and Roxy weird looks, then shrugged and started passing out the potato chips.

"First of all, my name is Roxy, second off all- wait, did you say Regan?" She asked suddenly, turning to look at Eric. "Dude, he's been dead for like, 17 years. We're stuck with Trump, unfortunately, but at least he's only got a few more weeks-"

Eric interrupted Roxy by starting to laugh at what she said, "A president named after the duck! And an instrument! That's ridiculous!" He covered his stomach from the laughing. Once he was finished laughing, despite having a smile on his face, he said, "how can Reagan be dead for 17 years if he just took office? If Reagan died 17 years, as you said, he would have died in 1964."

Reed laughed and hollered with Eric, banging the steering wheel. "Well, Roxy, I'm afraid you got it wrong. We have a duck for a president, not an instrument." he wheezed. "And last time I checked, the duck is still very much alive. What he said." He gestured in Eric's direction. Glancing at him, he chuckled, "That was priceless."
He turned back to Roxy. "Lemme just ask you again. You got anyone you can call? Come pick you up or something?"

"…He died in 2004?" She said, horribly confused. "What the hell are you on?"