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09 [Physical Location | Open] Gotta fly now
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.
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.
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Madelyne rubs at her face and then realizes she's just smearing dirt and oil around and stops.
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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."
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"Well, it is better than being bored enough to decide to try something stupid."
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"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?"
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Madelyne shrugs lightly, not indicating that she'd actually be interested in either option.
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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."
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Which, around here, could be just about anything from singing to kaiju creatures.