It's a bird, it's a plane...
It's--
Well, no, it looks a little more like a plane than anything, the man and the jetpack and the helmet. There's no red, blue, and yellow spandex involved here anyway. The startled expression on his face isn't really plane-like but it's certainly understandable.
"What the f--"
And he swerves to avoid a tall patron.
"Mother f--"
One arm swings out and grabs one of the columns amongst the rafters and uses it to turn.
"Holy--"
And a very puzzled patron quirks his lips, leans on his cane as he finishes closing the door to the lake area, and smiles as he thinks of the jetpack he just saw flying by. But the rocket man himself is the focus of this tale, and so we bring you to the rather confused singular superhero currently flying over the lake.
How in hell did I get HERE?
Because while Mitchell Hundred has never been to Scotland, he's rather well acquainted with New York and he's well aware that Central Park lacks ski-able mountains. That does bring up one very large problem, however, besides the obvious...
"More importantly, how the hell am I going to land this thing without Kremlin?"
[ooc: PSA for Mitchell is here]
Well, no, it looks a little more like a plane than anything, the man and the jetpack and the helmet. There's no red, blue, and yellow spandex involved here anyway. The startled expression on his face isn't really plane-like but it's certainly understandable.
"What the f--"
And he swerves to avoid a tall patron.
"Mother f--"
One arm swings out and grabs one of the columns amongst the rafters and uses it to turn.
"Holy--"
And a very puzzled patron quirks his lips, leans on his cane as he finishes closing the door to the lake area, and smiles as he thinks of the jetpack he just saw flying by. But the rocket man himself is the focus of this tale, and so we bring you to the rather confused singular superhero currently flying over the lake.
How in hell did I get HERE?
Because while Mitchell Hundred has never been to Scotland, he's rather well acquainted with New York and he's well aware that Central Park lacks ski-able mountains. That does bring up one very large problem, however, besides the obvious...
"More importantly, how the hell am I going to land this thing without Kremlin?"
[ooc: PSA for Mitchell is here]