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Who: Falcon and Max
What: Falcon and Max go to space and punch a lot of guys.
When: Weekend of Friday, April 29th.
Where: SPACE
Warnings: Falcon and Max go to space and punch a lot of guys.
Falcon did not really like the end of the school year. Yes, summer vacation was nice, but generally, the inevitable coming of graduation only reminded him of two things. One, that he had been at this school for way too long, and two, that finals were also coming and people were going to be in his office like it was going out of style.
It was already happening.
Despite Max successfully handing in his physics review packet the week before, there were still finals to be had. If Max was going to graduate this year, he needed to perform valiantly on the final, ultimate test of physics, and Falcon, not terribly keen on dealing with the CO in his class for a fourth time, so he was going to help him pass at all costs.
If it didn't kill the both of them first, of course.
Falcon was starting to feel like it might, and it showed in his attention to the current study session. It probably did not help that his mind was on something vastly more important--namely, the dastardly movements of some dastardly characters with a nice price on their heads. The tip could come at any time, and here he was, making sure Max would pass the physics final the things he did for love.
He dragged his pencil in an arc across the sheet of scrap paper. "So the projectile leaves the ground at a 60 degree angle, moving at 3.4 meters per second."
What: Falcon and Max go to space and punch a lot of guys.
When: Weekend of Friday, April 29th.
Where: SPACE
Warnings: Falcon and Max go to space and punch a lot of guys.
Falcon did not really like the end of the school year. Yes, summer vacation was nice, but generally, the inevitable coming of graduation only reminded him of two things. One, that he had been at this school for way too long, and two, that finals were also coming and people were going to be in his office like it was going out of style.
It was already happening.
Despite Max successfully handing in his physics review packet the week before, there were still finals to be had. If Max was going to graduate this year, he needed to perform valiantly on the final, ultimate test of physics, and Falcon, not terribly keen on dealing with the CO in his class for a fourth time, so he was going to help him pass at all costs.
If it didn't kill the both of them first, of course.
Falcon was starting to feel like it might, and it showed in his attention to the current study session. It probably did not help that his mind was on something vastly more important--namely, the dastardly movements of some dastardly characters with a nice price on their heads. The tip could come at any time, and here he was, making sure Max would pass the physics final the things he did for love.
He dragged his pencil in an arc across the sheet of scrap paper. "So the projectile leaves the ground at a 60 degree angle, moving at 3.4 meters per second."