[ Fortune does not favor Arlecchino as it rarely does, and so she's only given one choice of vehicle: a beat up old motorcycle that looks one crash shy of a baker's dozen. It may have been a sleek little thing once, but no longer.

This isn't the first time she's been strong-armed into a bad deal, so she takes it with a certain amount of grace. Involuntary grace and certainly not her first choice of reaction, but it's the one that will get her in the least amount of trouble. So here she is. Calmly reading the user's manual to her brand new piece of junk. Dressed in a full suit with sharp manicured nails and punishing high heels, Arlecchino makes an odd partner to her motorcycle as she leans lightly against it.

Every so often she glances up at the other fluxdrifts unfortunate enough to be in the same situation, watching unabashedly with crimson-cut eyes as they test out their own vehicles. Her intense gaze and serious expression may make a certain impression, but her tone is conversational enough as she greets whoever may be freshly stepping out of their vehicle. ]

Pleasant ride?

[ She asks regardless of how smooth or wretched the test drive seemed to go. ]

[ The road to Panorama is a long one, no doubt filled with a number of sights to break the monotony. Here's one more:

A heavily built car, nearly a truck, crumpled on its nose in the middle of the road. The impact it made was enough to leave an impression in the asphalt, the incident recent enough to leave a faint rise of smoke. The occupants of the car? Obscured or unrecognizable -- tough to tell through the mess in the windows.

Arlecchino idles nearby, she and her motorcycle enjoying the shade of a lone tree beneath the high sun. She seems to be calmly enjoying a sip of some beverage from a bottle. A "borrowed" bag hangs from one handlebar.

Stop to investigate? Be her guest. ]

(( Something else?! I'm easy breezy, hit me! ))