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Who: Failjet and [OPEN]
When: Friday evening.
Where: The Great Plains outside the North District.
What: Just introspection and some relaxing flying. A moment to spend some time with whoever drops in. Flighty creatures of Nautilus, or those who are grounded.
Warnings: Nothing but maybe some teal deer.
Notes: More than one person can pop in. Just tag ( Read more... )
When: Friday evening.
Where: The Great Plains outside the North District.
What: Just introspection and some relaxing flying. A moment to spend some time with whoever drops in. Flighty creatures of Nautilus, or those who are grounded.
Warnings: Nothing but maybe some teal deer.
Notes: More than one person can pop in. Just tag ( Read more... )
In the midst of his own rambling, he stopped. Subsequent to the strange sound that suddenly went pop and... he was wearing a hat. A damned cowboy hat. Right on his head.
“Y’know, I resent the stereotype.” He shifted the brim of the cowboy hat that’d tilted over his eyes, glaring down suspiciously at the controls. “Now what I’m wonderin’ is, of all the practical applications you could be carryin’ in this thing-nukes and all that... why the fuck d’you have a button that dispenses hats to all?”
But then the question discarded when his attention was called to the side-stick. A sight which, to Alexander, had been almost completely alien to him. He’d seen them in movies, though. That accounted for something, yeah?
“Hey, this thing on autopilot or somethin’ or does this work any?” Alexander mused as he immediately took control of the side-stick and, mocking his better judgment, shifted it forward without having any notion of the results. If Starscream really had control, then it shouldn’t be any bother.
Right?
After all, why would he have thrown Alexander in the pilot’s seat in the first place!
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"HEY! What did I just tell you not to do?! Don't touch the flight arra-AUGH!" It does work to override his systems somewhat. Because he still contains the general makeup of a real Harrier jet, and thus- even the controls are connected in the right areas. He goes into a momentary nosedive before righting himself.
"That's it. You. Are. Out of here." The canopy begins to slide open- he intends to eject Alex.
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Or, in this case, flick another switch.
“I can’t help it, I’m a born leaver puller. I feel the need!” A laugh as he maneuvered the side-stick while simultaneously mashing some other controls. He had no idea what they were, and if they crashed then who cared? Not Alexander.
What was meant to be a threat from Starscream turned into more of a challenge for the sickly man who was going to wind up dead either way. What’s life worth if it isn’t worth living? The opening canopy only served to further exhaust the thrill to a dare.
“You open that any farther, guy...” (Shifting the side-stick farther down, perhaps overriding the controls and sending the jet into a full on route towards one of the city buildings.) “...I’m takin’ you out with me. And I got a mighty twitchy finger.”
But the way Alexander was putting it, it was more like a playful taunt than a threat.
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"STOP! SLAGGIT I SAID-" The Harrier grows more and more frantic, wrestling against the overrides. (He's going to fix that as soon as he gets a moment, too.) Garbled, static-distorted screeches of anger mix with an almost maniacal half-laughter.
"KNOCK IT OFF YOU DOLT, I- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" They're heading right for that building. Now. Crashing wouldn't harm him terribly, but there is the fact that he just. Really hates being in pain of any kind. He panics and wobbles, finally rolling back out and over the city itself.
"ALEX, I SWEAR TO PRIMUS. STOP IT." Oh-ho. He called him by his name. Means trouble.
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“What’d I get outta it if I do?” Alexander hummed as he carelessly set course for the structure. Unlike Starscream, it wasn’t like he could feel pain. Damned if he was going to let that one on. “Kamikaze, anyone? Oh, yes please!” Christ, and he was laughing right now. He was laughing with a cowboy hat on his head and riding inside a sentient jet.
This wasn’t too weird.
Trouble was what he did! Although if he were paying attention in the slightest, hearing his name in that tone may have rang a bell or two. Preferably it came in a manner similar to when his older brother would berate him for similar suicidal activities.
And with a little twitch, the jet veered course, just barely missing the ledge of the building and taking a higher route back up into the sky. They just barely missed a crash by a couple inches. “Hey that was pretty neat.”
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"Now let go of my side stick you insolent fleshpile!" He's still barely in control of himself, flying crooked, barely able to correct the arc of his flightpath as buildings pass too close.
"You are in so much trouble when I get my servos on you."
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Life. Death. Given his tone and how serious he took this, it was clear that to Alexander this was nothing more than a game.
“Ooh, I’m so scared; shakin’ in my little shoes. You gonna ground me? Take away my allowance?” Alexander laughed obnoxiously.
Refusing to let go of the side-stick, Alexander began to just... run his mouth on the first subject he could think of.
“Here’s somethin’, let’s talk philosophy. D’you think atheists get insurance for acts of God after they die? Or, hey, y’know how there’re black boxes in planes, that’re supposed to survive every plane crash? Now why d’you think they don’t make the entire plane outta that shit? What is beauty? What is truth? What is true love? What is commitment? They teach you that stuff in Robot School?”
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