What sort of control distribution did you have in mind?

Best I can come up with is "Player one describes their actions and the nearest obstacles to Player two, including nearby NPC racers, Player two describes their actions and updates the situation for Player one, cycle repeats."

Oh! I get it. I assume anthro means "everyone has hands and a car control system they can use, but the rest can be handwaved" or did you have a more specific idea?

Think I'll bring in my Tuxo for this. When do you want to start?

Okay, took some time to get my thoughts together.
Risk-sensitive, but not risk-averse, an odd combination.
Ambiguously socialite? Can talk the talk, but it's never quite clear how he actually measures up.
Exactly as much of a sweet "tooth" as a frugivore would be expected to have.
Prone to overthinking while off the track.

I can work with that. You want to go first, set the scene?

The next space in the pit contained a low-slung vehicle patterned in garish green and yellow. Its driver was currently only visible as a pair of clawed feet above the hood, but semiregular bursts of tapping meant that who and whatever they were, they weren't taking a nap.

A few minutes in (and likely right when Horace was in the middle of something) a striped beak poked around the car's front spoiler, followed by a hand, which grabbed the nearest bottle of engine oil.

"Brand on the x-axis for all, but I'll need separate graphs for both forms of go-fast and... hmm."

A Tuxo's head popped up behind the car. Then he waved.

"Hello, do you have a highlighter on you? My yellow's run dry."

For one brief moment, Radiator's eyebrows contorted into the platonic ideal of "what." Then he pulled out an example, hand trailing a waft of artificial fruit.

"I was thinking of this, actually..."

"Oh! That's great!" Radiator clambered onto the roof of his car and held out a hand to catch.

"And what's your name, kind stranger?"

"Well, in these circles it's Radiator," the Tuxo replied, head already bent over an open notebook.
"If it helps, I needed something yellow for this graph. Wanted to color code different brands...."
The paper smells faintly of artificial banana.


(Apologies for slowness, I've had a very eventful week.)

"Huh, can't say I've seen him around."
scratch, scratch
"But I have met Roscoe Palm. Think he's a crested gecko. Know he modded his car to drop its casing at one point."
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