First, these methods are limited to systems.... 1960s flight research times.
Characters: Jay & Open
Date & Time: July 27th, afternoon.
Setting: The library. So sexy. :|
Summary: Jay, the great blue and black girl, probably should figure out why she passed out...
Rating: SFW?
Status: OPEN
It had been several days since Jay had fallen, gotten up, and screamed in ways that she feared may never leave some memories. It had been those same days since she had learned just how long it can take her to heal, and what her limits may be. Ever since she was eleven, Jay had rarely bruised, and had never shown an injury for longer than a half moment's rest- at most an afternoon of stiffness. Yet, here she was- days later and still covered in a smattering of bruises from head to toe. From what Hank had explained to her, only 20% of her body had not suffered some extent of injury, and the fact at she was even alive today was a different sort of miracle.
Miracle or not, Jay had no intention of letting that happen again. Never one to have any reason to apply herself in school, she felt five kinds of foolish with the current book at her desk. To the side sat three dictionaries (the second to define the first and et cetera), two note pads and a paper air-plane that had originally been her 'medical leave' slip that Hank had given her to sign. He had unwrapped her left, and most impressively damaged wing that morning, considered her healed in all the ways he could and sent her on her way. That didn't mean she was 100 percent of course, just that he had nothing for her. Still aware of her more tender areas, Jay had abandoned her layers in preference to something a great deal lighter.
It was in this that she sat, scribbled and glanced out of the window with a mixture of resentment and apprehension. She would figure this out, and then figure that out next. Once... she was able to define this book.
"domain" She said to herself, "Hence. There exists a stable limit cycle inside the domain." A pause as she looked out the window again, "What the hell is a stable limit cycle?"
Date & Time: July 27th, afternoon.
Setting: The library. So sexy. :|
Summary: Jay, the great blue and black girl, probably should figure out why she passed out...
Rating: SFW?
Status: OPEN
It had been several days since Jay had fallen, gotten up, and screamed in ways that she feared may never leave some memories. It had been those same days since she had learned just how long it can take her to heal, and what her limits may be. Ever since she was eleven, Jay had rarely bruised, and had never shown an injury for longer than a half moment's rest- at most an afternoon of stiffness. Yet, here she was- days later and still covered in a smattering of bruises from head to toe. From what Hank had explained to her, only 20% of her body had not suffered some extent of injury, and the fact at she was even alive today was a different sort of miracle.
Miracle or not, Jay had no intention of letting that happen again. Never one to have any reason to apply herself in school, she felt five kinds of foolish with the current book at her desk. To the side sat three dictionaries (the second to define the first and et cetera), two note pads and a paper air-plane that had originally been her 'medical leave' slip that Hank had given her to sign. He had unwrapped her left, and most impressively damaged wing that morning, considered her healed in all the ways he could and sent her on her way. That didn't mean she was 100 percent of course, just that he had nothing for her. Still aware of her more tender areas, Jay had abandoned her layers in preference to something a great deal lighter.
It was in this that she sat, scribbled and glanced out of the window with a mixture of resentment and apprehension. She would figure this out, and then figure that out next. Once... she was able to define this book.
"domain" She said to herself, "Hence. There exists a stable limit cycle inside the domain." A pause as she looked out the window again, "What the hell is a stable limit cycle?"