mười tám ❀| we said we'd all go down together
[Residents and passersby on Beaver Street, there is a Mikoyan-Gurevich MiG-21 in the middle of the street. Yes, a fighter jet. A completely real and authentic fighter jet, and, from the looks of it, one that's seen some action, too.
As if a fighter jet weren't enough, everyone's favorite Commies are sitting inside of it. Russia and Vietnam have both managed to fit into the cockpit somehow. Somehow.
The canopy of the jet is open, and Vietnam is leaning out of it, looking like the cat who swallowed the canary, calling down to...
America?
Yes, America's there too, standing off to the side of the plane.]
You cannot throw it vertically. Do you understand? It needs to be gradual. The way it would normally take off.
[Russia is uncomfortably silent, watching America suspiciously.]
Yeah, yeah. I think I know how to throw a plane, sheesh.
Just like you are knowing how to throw tank, идиот.
Exactly! I threw your tank just as great as I'm gonna throw this!
[Russia's expression sours immediately, and he falls silent again. Vietnam seems slightly puzzled.] A tank is not meant to be thrown. It cannot fly.
Yeah, it can't fly for that long. But don't worry, this is gonna be awesome.
Ah. 'Awesome'. That explains the taste of bile in my mouth. [Vietnam reaches for the hatch and begins to pull it down. She knows that the only reason that America is agreeing to do this is because he thinks that the idea of throwing a jet is cool. That, and she's promised him a ride in it. That he hasn't thought of the fact that it's powered by his throwing and he can't throw it if he's in it isn't something the female nation is going to point out to him. The reason they have to do this in the first place is because there's no place in Mayfield with a wide enough space for the jet to actually take off.
She closes the canopy and manages to awkwardly find a spot squished near Russia's lap, and then signals down to America. America then proceeds to walk behind the plane and lift it up in both hands. It's clear that he appears to be concentrating quite hard as he tightens his grip on it, rears back a little, and then throws it, sending the jet shooting off into the air.
Feel free to find the Commies and Capitalist:
A | On Beaver Street, before the jet is thrown, still arguing about the details.
B | After it inevitably lands somewhere- it could be anywhere in the town. In front of the malt shop, in the baseball diamond at the high school, on your front lawn...
C | Or just marvel at the fact that there is now a jet flying the skies of Mayfield! If you watch it long enough, interestingly, the barrier at the edge of the town affects the sky, as well: as soon as the jet attempts to leave town, it disappears and winds up on the other side of the sky. Try to flag it down, maybe?]
[ooc; Green is Vietnam, red is Russia, and blue is America. Threads will be done in threadhopping style, because 4-way threading is damn near impossible, you know w;A;w]
As if a fighter jet weren't enough, everyone's favorite Commies are sitting inside of it. Russia and Vietnam have both managed to fit into the cockpit somehow. Somehow.
The canopy of the jet is open, and Vietnam is leaning out of it, looking like the cat who swallowed the canary, calling down to...
America?
Yes, America's there too, standing off to the side of the plane.]
You cannot throw it vertically. Do you understand? It needs to be gradual. The way it would normally take off.
[Russia is uncomfortably silent, watching America suspiciously.]
Yeah, yeah. I think I know how to throw a plane, sheesh.
Just like you are knowing how to throw tank, идиот.
Exactly! I threw your tank just as great as I'm gonna throw this!
[Russia's expression sours immediately, and he falls silent again. Vietnam seems slightly puzzled.] A tank is not meant to be thrown. It cannot fly.
Yeah, it can't fly for that long. But don't worry, this is gonna be awesome.
Ah. 'Awesome'. That explains the taste of bile in my mouth. [Vietnam reaches for the hatch and begins to pull it down. She knows that the only reason that America is agreeing to do this is because he thinks that the idea of throwing a jet is cool. That, and she's promised him a ride in it. That he hasn't thought of the fact that it's powered by his throwing and he can't throw it if he's in it isn't something the female nation is going to point out to him. The reason they have to do this in the first place is because there's no place in Mayfield with a wide enough space for the jet to actually take off.
She closes the canopy and manages to awkwardly find a spot squished near Russia's lap, and then signals down to America. America then proceeds to walk behind the plane and lift it up in both hands. It's clear that he appears to be concentrating quite hard as he tightens his grip on it, rears back a little, and then throws it, sending the jet shooting off into the air.
Feel free to find the Commies and Capitalist:
A | On Beaver Street, before the jet is thrown, still arguing about the details.
B | After it inevitably lands somewhere- it could be anywhere in the town. In front of the malt shop, in the baseball diamond at the high school, on your front lawn...
C | Or just marvel at the fact that there is now a jet flying the skies of Mayfield! If you watch it long enough, interestingly, the barrier at the edge of the town affects the sky, as well: as soon as the jet attempts to leave town, it disappears and winds up on the other side of the sky. Try to flag it down, maybe?]
[ooc; Green is Vietnam, red is Russia, and blue is America. Threads will be done in threadhopping style, because 4-way threading is damn near impossible, you know w;A;w]