Log: Falling Towards The Sky

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Who: Agent Louisiana, Sigma Ai, and Oquirrh
What: Ever wonder what the city looks like from above?
Where: Louisiana's safe house, Control vehicle bay/air space over Gulch
When: 6/25 Thursday
Warnings: Mild cursing, shenanigans involving two dorks in an aircraft with no doors, Sigma cooking


Louisiana slips out of the pillow fort and stretches out her arms. She hadn't expected to do that with Sigma so soon and especially because he didn't want to go home. However it beat him sleeping at the hospital. This guaranteed good sleep for him. Her not so much. She had waited for him to pass out in order to call Omega before getting her own rest.

She heads into the kitchen and makes two cups of coffee. Bringing them back to the fort, she gently nudges Sigma awake. They had a pretty exciting plan for the day. So it'd be best to make sure he started off in a good mood.

"Hey rise and shine, Rooks. We got a date with a Falcon today."

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[ambitious_muse]

Sigma has no idea who they're looking for or where they're headed. He's just along for the ride. The thought of riding a Falcon does have him a little nervous, to be sure. Surely he can trust Louisiana's pilot, though.

He feels even better when Louisiana pulls up to a shuttle stop and he recognizes the woman inside. Or, her helmet, at least. Oquirrh's distinctive new helmet is hard to miss.

"You're going to be our pilot?" he asks, surprised. He didn't think the two women officially worked together anymore.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Oquirrh stands up when the Warthog approaches. Sigma is Louisiana's passenger? She supposes that makes sense.

"Hi," she says, waving to her friends. She doesn't want to make Sigma give up his seat, so she swings into the gunner's perch instead and sits with her back to him. "You two ready to fly?"

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I'm more than ready to do it," Louisiana answers back. The warthog is moving once more but this time towards territory that had been staked out as Control's. It wasn't exactly know by the For Hires but everything had been reoriented after that night when they had attacked. "She's a trustworthy pilot. Especially where we're headed to get our wings from."

[ambitious_muse]

"Am I allowed to ask where we're going?" he asks. If it's mercenary business, he wonders why Oquirrh is here, and whether he should be going at all. It's too late to turn back, of course. He trusts Louisiana. But the pit of anxiety in his chest gapes just a little wider.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Just for a flyover of the city," Oquirrh says. "Nowhere in particular. Not unless you have any requests."

She hunkers down in the back and plays with her navigation software. It's the first time she will have used the aviation mode, so she's grateful to have time to fiddle with it now.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"A vehicle depot that belongs to my employer. There's nothing to really worry about," she replies, glancing at him. "Strictly recreational."

[ambitious_muse]

So mercenary territory, then, but on safe terms. "Just don't tell my sister?" he asks.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I promise that I won't," she answers. "She'd kill me if I do."

[ambitious_muse]

"Yeah, I suspected as much," he says. "We'll just mutually agree not to say anything and everything will be fine."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Well I mean...you could talk about the flight. And probably me and Oquirrh being there. Just not where we got the Falcon from. We could probably say that we were able to rent one. That shouldn't be too hard to cover."

[ambitious_muse]

"That's fair, I guess," he says. "I didn't realize you could rent military-grade vehicles in Gulch. Well, I mean, I didn't realize most people could. You can probably get away with anything." She certainly has enough money for it.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana continues to follow the familiar route with little difficulty. "If you've been in the game long enough, you know how to get a hold of vehicles such as this or a Falcon. Mercenaries have been able to do it for a while. I can't get away with everything though. I even have limits."

[ambitious_muse]

Oh. Right. That's what caused the most recent incidents. He looks out at the passing scenery, embarrassed.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Are you alright, Sigma," she asks. He usually didn't go quiet without a real reason behind it. Something had him bothered.

[ambitious_muse]

"Just realizing what some of those limits might be," he says. "Considering recent events that neither of us probably want to talk about. We're here to have fun, remember?"

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Emotional limits varies depending on stressors. Sometimes it's easier to just shutdown that part of myself," Louisiana admits. It was much better than overthinking everything and possibly running. "Physical limits...whole different ballpark."

"But yea. We're here to have fun or some semblance of it at least."

[ambitious_muse]

"I'm still trying to figure out those physical limits," he admits. "I'm pretty sure what we're doing today counts as an emotional limit, though. Unless you've given Oquirrh orders that I don't know about."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Mine or yours? Cause if the former, I hope you never do because that means we're in deep trouble," she remarks. "Not really. Oquirrh is a friend. This isn't exactly stressing."

[ambitious_muse]

"Not necessarily. I'm getting there in swimming. And my--Texas pushes my limit at training. That doesn't mean danger for you."

"I'm glad Oquirrh isn't going to try anything crazy. Not that I'm not excited. I just have never flown before."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I doubt you could ever be a threat," she teases. "Even if Texas trains you."

"She shouldn't do anything too over the top. I mean Falcons don't exactly have doors. You'll be strapped in though."

[ambitious_muse]

"Excuse me," he says. "I'm trying!"

"Wow, thanks. I'm both reassured and terrified at the same time."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I know you are. Still talking about a huge difference in experience though."

Louisiana laughs softly. "You've survived a Warthog. You can manage a Falcon, Rooks."

[ambitious_muse]

"It's true," he says. "And you're the professional. I'm just curious and trying to protect myself."

"There's a slight difference in the altitude of the two. But I'll tough it out."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"You are definitely curious. That much I'll give you."

"You'll be fine," she says. "It's just a couple hundred feet give or take."

[ambitious_muse]

"Only," he says. "Well, we're about to see just now curious I am. How many hundreds of feet are involved in it, I mean."