09 [Physical Location | Open] Gotta fly now

[genequeen]

For some reason, Madelyne decided on taking the tram (the Transverto line to Orbis) to visit Remus today. She was idly looking out the window when she saw something, it was a flicker of something as the car moved along the tracks. Before she'd had time to process it, she was standing and signalling to stop at the next station. It was almost too long, she almost had to wait for too long to the next stop and almost broke a window to get out to go find it. Once she got out, she flew back along the tram line, the green glow surrounding her in the air, until she saw it again.

A small clearing in the trees with a small hangar and an airstrip.

When she lands, Madelyne stands there for a few moments, catching her breath, unable to believe what she's seeing. When it passes, she speeds into the hangar, a prayer on on her lips that she finds granted.

There is a Cessna 206 sitting in the hangar.

It has seen better days but she thinks she can get it working with some work. She doesn't even notice the swelling inspirational music after a little bit of time as she works. She misses lunch, she misses dinner and the sun has sent, the hangar lights on, by the time she pulls herself away from cleaning and repairing the little plane. She looks at it with a smile on her face, covered in dirt and oil and numerous other smudges - tired but content.

Comments

[genequeen]

"I've never had any ability with the future, though I guess there is always a first time. Mostly, I know we have enough bored adrenaline seekers that someone will want to try it."

Madelyne nods, "Well, I still have a bit of work before she'll be ready."

[personaldemon]

"I'm certain you'll have no shortage of takers."

Blood studies the plane again, vaguely nostalgic; he remembers days before human flight was a capability, he remembers Kitty Hawk, and the doomed aerodromes before it, and attempts stretching back even to da Vinci.

His life's let him see many a wonder. Sometimes he even remembers that.

"Of course. Do let me know when you're ready to take up passengers, then."

[genequeen]

"Probably tomorrow, maybe the day after? You can check but it should be tomorrow. I'm going to have to test it a few flights to make sure before I take anyone else up."

Madelyne smiles as she looks over at him, uncertain how to voice her thoughts. He's looking at the plane is a certain way and she's not entirely sure how to ask about it.

[personaldemon]

"Only prudent. I am sure your passengers-to-be appreciate that caution."

Jason doesn't return the smile, if indeed he's noticed she's smiling, but instead moves further into the hangar, up to the Cessna's propeller. He lifts a hand, taps against the curved blade of steel that cuts the wind a thousand times a minute when in flight.

"I have slipped the surly bonds of earth / And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings..."

He speaks quietly, mostly to himself. Jason Blood claims not to like poetry, but it's impossible not to absorb a knowledge of it, not when you have Etrigan as a houseguest.

[genequeen]

"Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth /Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things / You have not dreamed of..."

It was spoken quietly but there isn't exactly a lot of other noise in the hangar and it is one of Madelyne's favorite poems - not that she knows all that many of them to begin with. "I just want to make sure she actually flies."

[personaldemon]

He starts just a bit at the sound of her voice carrying on the poem, eyes cutting sideways to her as if he'd half-forgotten she was there.

"...just so," he says after several seconds, with a nod. "A fan of poetry, Miss Pryor?"

[genequeen]

"Not in general but that one, very much so."

Madelyne rubs at her face and then realizes she's just smearing dirt and oil around and stops.

[personaldemon]

He observes her, then wordlessly retrieves a folded handkerchief from trousers pocket and offers it. Not that she has to take it, but the offer is there.

His eyes track back to the plane. And the poem. Touched the face of God... Ha. Not for him, at any rate. There are some from whom God turns His face away.

"I suppose our captors see fit to give us such projects and keep us busy."

[genequeen]

It takes her a moment to realize that he's offering it to her for her face before she accepts and does what she can to clean up without a mirror.

"Well, it is better than being bored enough to decide to try something stupid."

[personaldemon]

He puts his hands in his pockets, leans his head back to take in the hangar's ceiling as well as the plane itself.

"And what 'stupid thing' might boredom tempt you to do, miss Pryor? Or are you speaking only of the, how did you say, adrenaline seekers?"

[genequeen]

"I hadn't gotten to that point yet, so I haven't really gotten to trying something yet. Or coming up with something but I'm certain there must have been people who have tried killing themselves repeatedly or blowing something up?"

Madelyne shrugs lightly, not indicating that she'd actually be interested in either option.

[personaldemon]

"Perhaps. I wouldn't know. You've been here longer than I have."

Jason's no more interested in trying to kill himself-- whether by airplane or anything else-- than Maddy is. He's done enough of that back in the real world.

He gives Madelyne a little nod, then turns on his heel for the hangar's open door again. "Do let me know when you're ready to fly, Miss Pryor."

[genequeen]

"I will. It should be soon - the next few days unless something unexpected happens."

Which, around here, could be just about anything from singing to kaiju creatures.