[test] THIS WEATHER IS RIDICULOUS

[espigeonage]

Random scenario test drive meme. Some prompts:
> Ah god it's so hot and muggy how awful!
> The worst thing about summer cold snaps: you don't usually have your windbreaker handy because it's been so damn hot.
> The wind is perverse and trying to steal your things and/or crash stuff into you.
> It's raining wet vermy-things, as if the hail and possible storm wasn't bad enough. Now you have rain-echoes to deal with, at best.
> A nice day? I guess those exist?

So where are you?
> Caught way out in the open! At the beach, in the steet, at a fair, anywhere.
> Taking shelter! Bus stop, club you wouldn't normally frequent, bridge underpass, any port in a storm, any shade from the deathsun.
> In the mall or somewhere comfortably out of the elements, you lucky sunuvanek.
> Somewhere... else? idk, do what you want!

Have at thee!

Comments

[alderaanda]

[Nat raises her head and manages not to ask if Daja is deaf.]

Help me out, or just keep walking.

[If she just goes to the police - well, Nat will pop the cockpit anyway and if the Starfly doesn't take off she'll abandon it. Not without regret.]

[flametouched]

[her mouth twitches a little; rudeness from strangers may be expected in a city, but that doesn't make it welcome. Still, her curiosity prevents her from rolling her eyes at this brat and walking off. Or maybe it's her weird new sixth sense that's making the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

Because that car--small plane? How did it land in the park with all the trees?--it's not normal. (no kidding.) It's not even the way it looks (like something out of a futuristic movie) or the garish paint job.

Her hand itches a little, and she grips the strap of her bag tighter to quash the urge to reach out and touch it. To find out what it's made of. Because she knows it's not ordinary metal. Not that she could explain how, but she knows.

She can't disguise her frown, or the skeptical squint that accompanies it, but she takes a moment to compose the tone of her voice into something more neutral.]

With what? You need directions to the Air and Space Museum?

[alderaanda]

Just need to know if anyone else shows up.

[She decides the stranger seems like she'll do that. Even if not, Nat wants inside. She finds the bit on the hull she was looking for, and the canopy pops! It opens at the top with a hiss, and Nat makes a little satisfied noise in her throat as she scrambles up, and in, and ignores the rain that comes in after her.]

[She remembers that it's called a Starfly, and it's very limited, but it still flies better than anything on Earth. The pilot's chair dwarfs her, it's meant for grown humans in bulky spacesuits, but when she sits in it and puts her hands on the controls and just sort of... makes the effort, to both relax and focus at once, she knows what to do.]