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Entry tags:
- @ gravity falls,
- @ ~ skyrail,
- adam monroe,
- ava lockhart,
- benevenuta crispo,
- clarice "blink" ferguson,
- gaius baltar,
- ilde decima,
- irene adler,
- ivan,
- jae-hyun kim,
- james t. kirk,
- megan gwynn,
- penelope lane,
- rachel conway,
- raylan givens,
- sunny,
- thor odinson,
- wolfgang einhorn,
- { bruce wayne,
- } data,
- } poison ivy
open post ● we're about to get up and burn this floor
Who: Everyone.
What: The Grand Re-Opening of the Gravity Falls Station.
Where: Babylon.
When: Veerdi to Sukkardi.
Notes: Party post!!! Go nuts y'all.
Warnings: Probable alcohol (and drug?) use. Flag stuff in subject titles if it needs a warning and I'll edit it up in here.
It's clear from the first moment anyone even gets on the Skyrail tonight that the Stratosphere Entertainment Group's pricey investment is going to pay off - every rail car is crowded with people decked out and excited for the event. To natives of Baedal, the idea of a holiday is days off work, maybe some camping - escape is alien, a little frightening, and completely thrilling. Even when the Gravity Falls station had hosted other venues, it was nothing so ambitious as to capture the imaginations of the city as a whole. And to immigrants to the city who no longer have the luxury of even simple trips out of town - well, it's priceless. A bittersweet but suddenly vital excursion.
Doors open just as the sun begins to set, the light reflecting off the water of the ocean illuminating the great floating platform as if the entire sky was on fire, before slipping into deep purple then black, the ceiling of their experience dotted with brilliant stars. Staff members wrangling the hazards of the first night are anxious but excited, kind and helpful even if they end up frazzled by the overwhelming turnout. There is security, all sporting neon purple shirts with lion logos, but even by their own admission, they're only there to breakup fights - and even they're smiling all night, too.
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(Names.)
“I must confess it, I think I will be much more childish in my curiosity after not very many more cocktails,” she adds, rising up on the balls of her feet to lean somewhat more precariously forward, holding her glass away to behind her as she does, reflexively.
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He follows her gaze, eyes darting to the glass held behind her. "I haven't had that many," he offers, apparently a confession in return, "and I was already considering a running start. It would be less than chivalrous of me not to offer to conduct the experiment in your stead. Or at the very least to hold your drink and your shoes, should you so wish."
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They don't look too closely for the others, if they think they know. Adrenaline-junkie isn't even too inaccurate, as it goes, although by her own standards this is hardly anything at all. As she steps out of her heels (she rarely wears any pair she can't quickly rid herself of, admittedly not with this in mind, she says, “You'll have to catch me, if I go flying.”
She's an athletic little thing, though, and between her short dress and lengthy previous experience in range of motion in a tight bodice, once she's set her shoes and glass aside and withdrawn to what she judges an acceptable distance, she manages a respectably impressive bolt to launch herself off the edge and--
--there is a distinct bounce.
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But it quickly gives way to alarm as she bounces off the invisible barrier. He has to think fast, already moving to intercept as he works out the angle of her return. He finds the right spot, but there's no graceful way to catch her, there will be no perfect cinematic pulling her out of the air and into his arms.
The best he can hope for is to break her fall and cushion her landing. He takes two steps back, arms open, and she crashes into him. He lets himself be toppled backwards, arms securely around her to keep her from skidding into the ground. He hits hard enough to knock the wind out of him for a moment.
"Well." He manages a breathless, if startled, smile. "Now we know, eh? Are you all right?"
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“You are- very kind,” she says, clutching his arm around her with one hand and finding some purchase on the platform with her bare feet, trying not to do him too much additional inconvenience by the weight and placement of her body, now. “I did not expect so- forceful.”
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"I was afraid you'd hit the platform rather hard, I thought it was best to do what I could. You're sure you're all right?" he asks, eyebrows raised, apparent concern all over his face.
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(It'll be fine.)
“Yes, I think so-” and then, with more concern, “but it is you who took the brunt, are you...?”
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It's true. Adam's on the taller side but hardly the solid, strapping sort this cohort seems to draw in, if his passing reviews of video on the network and his quick appraisal of people coming and going tonight, matching faces with broadcasts, tell him anything. But he's wiry under that pasty-British-citydwelling-gent appearance, stronger and fitter than one might expect even without his hidden advantage.
But immortality is one hell of an advantage.
"I do notice, however, you seem to have caught the attention of the club's security--I assume that's what the three serious-looking gentlemen with arms folded, watching you, are. Shall we get you to your feet so they see there's no harm done and they go away?"
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(What, that was fun.)
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"For tonight, yes," he settles on. "But perhaps in a few months' time they'll have forgotten just which lady flung herself at the barrier on opening night, and you could have another go."
...Adam.
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“I do from time to time dye my hair.”
...which changes her appearance more than you'd think, but yes, that's mostly a joke.
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"...Dye your hair, I'll invest in a hat, and perhaps we can be at this again in mere weeks."
He gets to his feet, a faint smile on his lips as he offers her a hand to help her up.
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“You'll get me into trouble,” she says, amused and not pretending not to be.
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Adam raises an eyebrow, a ghost of a smirk playing across his lips. "Is that a warning, or an encouragement?"
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"I confess. It's generally the warning I need; it takes very little to encourage me and a lot to divert me."