RP: Flying a bit too high

[shh_orla]

Date: June 1, 2005
Characters: Orla Quirke, Wayne Hopkins
Location: The road between River Place and Quirky thoughts
Status: Semi-Private
Summary: Early morning flying is one way to start the day
Completion: Complete

Orla couldn't sleep. A small voice in the back of her head was taunting her, calling her all manner of names for her cowardice. It had been

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[shh_wayne]

After waking up far too early for any normal person to be out of bed, a cup of coffee was the only solution to getting through the day. Wayne took a shower and then made a pot of coffee, practically inhaling the scent in the hope that the caffeine would make him more alert. It wasn't even really that early, but he'd been up late thinking about unexpected meetings and centre plans, so he'd not slept a lot

[shh_orla]

Orla squeaked, as the man in question, now covered, came into view on the street next to her. She started to fumble to her feet, acutely embarassed. Now not only had she proven she couldn't fly, but that she was a peeping tom as well!

"Er- no, I'm fine, just a bit clumsy- I mean a lot clumsy, I didn't meant to-- that is to say, I'm sorry I, er, disturbed your morning." Blast, but now she probably looked and sounded like a madwoman, her hair windblown, dirty from the road, and her glasses askew on her face. She righted them quickly.

[shh_wayne]

"Don't worry about it, love. I was just having a moment of contemplation," he said with a lazy grin. "Now let's look you over and make sure you're okay. It looks like you had quite a fall."

He knelt down and checked her legs, knowing from childhood experiences that falling off a broom seemed to always result in knee injuries. After a quick check, he determined that she was a bit bruised but would be fine. "You might be sore later, but it looks like it's just bumps and bruises."

"Fortunately, it looks like your broom is in good shape," he added, checking out the broom and then smiling at her.

[shh_orla]

All Orla could think was, what exactly was he contemplating that required him to be naked?

Orla pokered up when he knelt and began examining her legs. She was sure all the color had drained from her face at the touch, she was so mortified. She'd been caught redhanded and here he was making sure she was ok. She mustered a weak smile and said faintly, "Thank you. Really, you don't have to go to any trouble on my account."

"My broom? Oh, yes! Er, I got it special in the hopes that it might improve my flying, but as you see, it doesn't seem that anything can fix clumsiness." She gazed a bit forlornly at her broom. She'd been so pleased with herself, getting around and getting as high as she had. All for naught.

[shh_wayne]

At her question, he shrugged and grinned. "I guess so," he said. "We've not really discussed all the specifics yet, since the renovations haven't even started yet, but I've been taking notes and shi---stuff over the last couple of weeks."

She talked about support groups and he listened carefully. "That's a brilliant idea. I figure a lot of people around here could use that sort of service, definitely."

"I have to be honest, though, and let you know that it's going to be the end of July or maybe the start of August before the centre is functional," he said. "I'm hoping that we have just about everything in place to move in and open shortly after the renovations are done, but that's going to take some time since there's a lot of minor damage, though nothing major, thank god. I'd love to work with you on giving you space for your groups, but I don't want to lie and say it'll be happening next week."

[shh_orla]

Orla nodded vigorously. "Oh, of course. It will take at least that long for me to convince those I've been working with that 'going public' is in their best interest. I am just relieved that something could happen in the not too distant future for the community as a whole. You'll keep me in mind, then, when it nears completion?"

[shh_wayne]

"Of course," he promised. "Not like I can forget when you're right across the street, anyway. We can meet later in the month, if you want, once we know more about the space available and all."

[shh_orla]

"That would be lovely." She smiled. and said impishly, "Maybe next time I'll do something to knock you off a broom." She flushed; she really stank at flirting.