Exploratory Incourses
Who: Dairine and Open
What: Exploring the hangar
When: 06 afternoon
Where: The hangar
Rating: Low
It would be easy to miss the short, red-headed girl entering the airplane hangar. Easier, too, to miss the thin, silvery-shelled laptop that followed her -- Spot's ten mechanical ball-and-socket legs scurrying it across the concrete more like a bug than a computer. But then, Spot had become more and more like an organic creature than a laptop anyway.
Dairine didn't bother with invisibility -- surveillance of the area said that this time was a lull in traffic, and the outweighing desire to see the inside of an airplane hangar in a town that didn't seemingly need one was epic.
Still, better safe than sorry. Dairine had twenty-nine of the thirty syllables of the spell recited in her head, ready to activate if necessary. It wasn't an invisibility spell, exactly, at least not in the traditional sense. The spell bent light and space around her, making the person looking at her see what was directly behind her, instead. It wouldn't stand up to mass scrutiny -- accounting for too many perspectives destroyed the illusion, but Dairine didn't think that was necessary.
In any other situation, the ships wouldn't have been strange. Dairine had seen plenty of alien spacecraft (much of it overrated by Earth standards) and the Viper, comparing it to the other (more normal) looking ships, was dreadfully out of place. Too out-of-place to be human, despite its resemblance to modern fighter planes. Dairine blinked and rubbed her chin thoughtfully, glancing over to Spot -- she expected him to be processing and cataloging the data. Instead, the little computer hid behind her legs and shivered, repeating over and over again in a scratchy but audible voice:
"Uh-oh. Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh."
They weren't alone.
What: Exploring the hangar
When: 06 afternoon
Where: The hangar
Rating: Low
It would be easy to miss the short, red-headed girl entering the airplane hangar. Easier, too, to miss the thin, silvery-shelled laptop that followed her -- Spot's ten mechanical ball-and-socket legs scurrying it across the concrete more like a bug than a computer. But then, Spot had become more and more like an organic creature than a laptop anyway.
Dairine didn't bother with invisibility -- surveillance of the area said that this time was a lull in traffic, and the outweighing desire to see the inside of an airplane hangar in a town that didn't seemingly need one was epic.
Still, better safe than sorry. Dairine had twenty-nine of the thirty syllables of the spell recited in her head, ready to activate if necessary. It wasn't an invisibility spell, exactly, at least not in the traditional sense. The spell bent light and space around her, making the person looking at her see what was directly behind her, instead. It wouldn't stand up to mass scrutiny -- accounting for too many perspectives destroyed the illusion, but Dairine didn't think that was necessary.
In any other situation, the ships wouldn't have been strange. Dairine had seen plenty of alien spacecraft (much of it overrated by Earth standards) and the Viper, comparing it to the other (more normal) looking ships, was dreadfully out of place. Too out-of-place to be human, despite its resemblance to modern fighter planes. Dairine blinked and rubbed her chin thoughtfully, glancing over to Spot -- she expected him to be processing and cataloging the data. Instead, the little computer hid behind her legs and shivered, repeating over and over again in a scratchy but audible voice:
"Uh-oh. Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh."
They weren't alone.