Alana types on her laptop, looking up for a moment to watch Sorrin and Misha head into the room to sleep. She smiles, rolls her eyes, and looks back to her laptop, muttering to herself. "So much for grabbing my notebook then." After a moment Alana looks up at Aless curiously. "Hypothetically, If I were to suggest all of us creating a fashion line, what would you respond with?" She looks back down to her laptop, tapping it a few times in thought.

Alessandra perks up at the question, cocking a brow. "I wouldn't be opposed to it. Harold has a good sense of style, but I bet he didn't tell you he has a knack at sewing and creating clothes. Some of the dresses I wear are some of his actually!" If there was nothing else, she says, "Well, we oughta get a move on like the Russian lady says." Alessandra deduced, hands at her hips. "I'll drive."

Alana taps her laptop in thought. "Very Curious. It wouldnt be a bad idea for us each to have our own line. Like parts of one big business. Seeing as we all have different yet similar styles. Harold could assist in prototypes of our ideas. As well as provide ideas for the male line since the men are one person short. It would be a good way to let Harold get out there but not really be seen." Alana types on her laptop quietly as she talks.

Victor takes the shotgun seat, ready to be out of Montana.

Alessandra sits down on the driver's seat and turns on the RV then looks to Victor. "Thank you for helping me learn how to drive." She then floors it.

Victor might not possess Celerity, but he buckles up faster than anyone has ever buckled up in human history. "Sure thing. Now we're on an open road, so there's no speed limit, but you might wanna ease off the pedal and slow it down just a bit. Maybe 5 or 10 miles."

Alessandra does as he instructs and eases her foot on the pedal. After a moment, she frowns. "This is so slooooow." If Victor looks at the speedometer, it clearly reads a solid 75 MPH. "We'll never make it there in time."

Victor suddenly understands what his parents went through when they taught him how to drive, some 30 years ago. "We aren't exactly on a time crunch for Niagara Falls. Now yes, it's important that we get out of werewolf territory as soon as possible, but it'll be a while before we get there, regardless of how fast we go. So make sure that we aren't going so fast that we can't control the RV." He's patient with Alessandra, who is doing incredibly well for someone that came from a time long before the invention of automobiles.  "It's funny. I never thought that I'd be teaching someone how to drive."

When Aless speeds up, Alana almost instinctively buckles the waist seat belt around herself before returning to her work on her laptop. When she gets the chance she calls forward happily. "You're doing great Aless! Just make sure not to hit anything." 

"I've got perfect control!" Alessandra says triumphantly, but as if on cue, the RV begins to swerve off to the other lane. She quickly regains control and lifts her foot off the gas just a bit to get her to a comfortable 60 MPH. "See. Perfect. Thank you, Lana!"

Victor chuckles a little bit as Alessandra gets the RV stable and going at a nice 60 MPH. "Just hold it steady there and we'll be at Niagara Falls tomorrow, without any problems."

Misha cleaned off the blood and dirt in the shower and turned off the water. She stood there for a moment, watching the water drip down her lean muscular form. She was surprisingly calm during the fight, she mused. Glad to be back in the RV, which was moving again now, she got out, toweled off, and dried her hair. Brushing her teeth, she spit, and looked at herself in the mirror. She studied herself for a long moment. Looking at her eyes, her dark eyebrows, her nose, the impossibly sharp jawline, the corded muscles of her neck. She tilted her head and traced a number of imperceptible scars - none of which were there anymore - but did so anyways. They had vanished years ago when she became undead, the transformation completely renewing her skin. As long as she kept up the Blush of Life, her skin would look more or less perfect - instead of pitted and battle scared the way it used to. For a moment, she contemplated which one she preferred. She shook the thought and dressed up, wearing a tight t-shirt and sweatpants. 

Who knows what the next night would bring.

For a while, Victor remains silent while Alessandra drives, mainly just saying a thing or two here and there to keep her from getting too focused on the road, before asking her a question. "Do you think that I'm a good person? I'm sorry if this is out of the blue. Sorrin said that he believes I'm a good man a few days ago and that's been going around in my mind for a bit."

At this particular point, you all have crossed through North Dakota and Minnesota. The roads are becoming more and more snowy and wet. From what you can see at night, it's basically lots of straight roads that seem to stretch to the horizon, trees, mountains, endless fields of farming, and other very cool nature landscapes that one would probably more appreciate in the daytime. You make sure to park in designated RV stop offs. This part of the journey is without incident.

A wittle bit earlier: 

Alessandra knew the importance of keeping her eyes on the road, but the question caused her to glance over to Victor with a cocked brow. “An odd question, but a good one. It delves into morality and what you see as good. My definition of what is good or not may be different than yours, but I think you’re a good man. You’ve done bad things, but truthfully, we all have. Not one person walks this earth without having done one bad thing.” She turns her attention back fully on the road. “Hopefully the thought lulls you to sleep.”

Now: 

Alessandra had managed maneuvering the RV into a gas station for a much needed stop without crashing! She proudly gets out and begins filling up.

Victor ponders Alessandra's words for a few moments before responding to her. "Thank you. That helps a lot actually." He doesn't say anything for the rest of the ride and simply allows Alessandra to focus on the road. He's happy for her when she parks at a gas station and fills it up without incident. He exits to get some fresh air.

This particular gas station is in the middle of nowhere and contains some shady looking people staring at a very impressive RV - specifically, a rough looking biker gang that's obviously had one too many drinks at the bar across the street. They hoot and gawk and make other ambiguous gestures to you all as you exit the RV. So far, they are not a threat, just simply being ******** as you walk out and head into the food mart.

Sorrin wakes up when they park for gas and stretches out his neck. Coming out of the RV, he stays outside with Aless while she fills up, yawning slightly as he leans on the RV. Keeping an eye on the bikers, he makes small talk with Aless, "Did I miss anything during my nap?"

Victor ignores the bikers as they hoot and gesture, trying not to go into Beast Mode this time since he doesn't feel like fighting bikers right now.

Alana eventually sits her laptop to the side, stretching amd straightening her dress before pulling her coat on and stepping off the RV, giving a small smile and wave to Sorrin and Aless as they fill up the RV. "I'll be back. Just getting some junk food. Maybe a magazine. It wont take me long" Alana struts inside casually, making a point to walk past the few bikers. As she does, she activates Awe and offers them all a smile. "It's very nice to meet you boys. Would you mind just being quiet over here and leaving us be? Thank you." She tilts her head innocently, patiently waits for them to obey her, and moves to scan through the magazine rack, grabbing a few small bags of chips happily.