[He certainly is alone, up in his eyrie of a cockpit, watching the faint suggestions of wings and movement in the dark, worried the forcefields might blink out, feeling the rover rock and shudder around him. But—he's also very much not. He appreciates it.]
Do its wings still flap? I really will make you another if it breaks.
[Hers are slowly coming together a bit like a family. Her and Baroona are similar in some ways, Kaname... is someone she wants to protect. Jake seems a bit silly, but he's easy to get along with. Mako seems reluctant, but can be persuaded and mayyyybe cares in his own way. She's not sure on that. But... they'll make sure they're there for each other. They were lucky.]
It still flaps :) I'll let you know if it breaks though.
Do. Plenty more where that came from. I'll make a gauze one if I have to.
[His rover, though. They're an odd little bunch, all broken in their own way. One of the beds was empty from the start, and another of the tenants, Baird, is almost never there; right now, he's in the med tent, which Simon can only hope is adequately defended. But the others...]
I think we manage well enough. It's a bit like a seesaw. Fire and ice with me in the middle. Plus we've wound up with guests.
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[Because the wind had got louder, and louder, and louder, and then... well. Simon's seat up in the cockpit at least has straps.
Birds, he remembers texting to someone.]
+a few mins
It's loud.
[She's so glad she stored her bike up and shoved it inside now, honestly...]
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[Not are the screens enabled. He's not sure that's necessarily a great idea. Overprotective much?]
and it comes after the swooping started
[She's not 100% scared, but there's a bit of worry. Just in case.]
the swooping gets louder and louder and...
You're going to be fine, Babydoll. Stay in your bunk.
[Hey, he doesn't know she's not that scared. He's ... not that scared either. Huh. But those are definitely wings rushing past him, all around.]
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When we're done with this, I'm going to make another of those paper birds. Even if I have to make the paper. Everyone needs a project.
bang bang he shot me down?~
I'd like another paper bird though. I still have the last one. You're good at them.
*it is possible*
You still have the last one? [That ... actually distracts him.]
quite possible yeah [crybrate]
I do. I took it with me, too.
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[He certainly is alone, up in his eyrie of a cockpit, watching the faint suggestions of wings and movement in the dark, worried the forcefields might blink out, feeling the rover rock and shudder around him. But—he's also very much not. He appreciates it.]
Do its wings still flap? I really will make you another if it breaks.
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[Hers are slowly coming together a bit like a family. Her and Baroona are similar in some ways, Kaname... is someone she wants to protect. Jake seems a bit silly, but he's easy to get along with. Mako seems reluctant, but can be persuaded and mayyyybe cares in his own way. She's not sure on that. But... they'll make sure they're there for each other. They were lucky.]
It still flaps :) I'll let you know if it breaks though.
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[His rover, though. They're an odd little bunch, all broken in their own way. One of the beds was empty from the start, and another of the tenants, Baird, is almost never there; right now, he's in the med tent, which Simon can only hope is adequately defended. But the others...]
I think we manage well enough. It's a bit like a seesaw. Fire and ice with me in the middle. Plus we've wound up with guests.
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[Well, it did say something like that on Gliese's announcement, right?]
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