Martin enters the library sporting several fierce looking scratches on his cheek and hands, the rest of him is hidden from sight under his clothes
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Glinda looked up, seeing the man. Well, more specifically, hearing the man. She made her way over.
"Not that I'm against any excitement in the mutified place, but may I be of assistance?" She asked, noticing the scratches, "Oh, dear, how did that happen?" She asked.
"Yes, in here that would be correct. Outside, however, it seems to go as far up as I allow. My speed, however, decreases the higher it goes." Glinda said, thinking about it, "Would you like to try to float?" It was ironic to call it floating, since she concidered it flying.
"Pressurized? I'm sorry, I don't understandify the questionification." Glinda said, honestly, as she slowly lifted the bubble a little, only to the hieght of the bookshelf to start.
Martin seems astonished for a moment that someone able to fly inside a closed object does not know about cabin pressurisation. But then he starts to talk about it, all but citing from textbooks.
"Pressurisation becomes necessary at altitudes above 12,500 to 14,000 feet above sea level to protect crew and passengers of a plane - or in this case your bubble - from the risk of a number of physiological problems caused by the low outside air pressure above that altitude, such as hypoxia, altitude sickness, decompression sickness or barotrauma," he explains. "So you need to maintain a standard atmospheric pressure inside your bubble if you reach such heights." But then maybe Glinda doesn't reach such heights, he considers.
And then he notices how close the ceiling suddenly is and a look of wonder spreads over his face. He hasn't even noticed them floating upwards, it was that gentle.
Glinda smiled, seeing that smile. The distractification worked perfectly.
"Actually, as best I know, it's never been an issue. No matter the hieght, it feels much the same as this." Glinda said, matter of factly, "The only time it really feels any different is when I have to push it, speed wise, and that's only because maneuvering is a little different. For instance, if I have to turn left at slow speed, it pulls me gently to the left. If I make a sharp turn, it pulls me accordingly." Glinda was thrilled he seemed to be enjoying it, and floated them a little higher.
"Oh, the moment of inertia, you get that on a plane, too. The faster you change direction, the stronger the sensation. How do you steer this thing?!"
Martin doesn't even catch his breath between his explanation and his question, they just fade into one another. With magic he had expected some gesturing, like magicians do in shows, waving their hands about. He briefly wonders if he should take the 'pushing it' comment literally, but probably not.
"All I really have to do is have a thought of where I want to go. The bubble really handles the rest." Glinda said, smiling at how much fun Martin was having, "It seems to do whatever I really think about it doing. When I first got it, I had to lean in the direction, but not as much now." She explained, excitedly running on.
Martin shakes his head, this is all so new and confusing. But also absolutely fascinating. And finally he has met someone who seems as enthusiastic about flying as he is, though she flies differently.
"And I thought fly-by-wire was state of the art. But imagine a thought-controlled plane!" Well, he'd probably mess it up with his indecisiveness, but still, wouldn't that be cool?!
"How big can this bubble get?" He asks. It had seemed smaller when Glinda was in it alone, getting the book for him. "How many people could you transport in it?" Probably not as many as you can fit into a plane, especially not one like those new A-380s.
"I'm not sure, honestly. I usually only transport a few at a time. The most, I think, was ten. It can grow as large as my magic will allow, but the larger it is the more of a drain on my magic. If you'd like, I can let you fly it. I don't do it often, in fact, only with Elphaba since I've been here, but I can let you take control of my mind, and fly this yourself." She offered, "Oh, in fact, it may actually be easier than that!" Glinda stood with her arms out to her sides, "You can push my arms to go left and right, and give me a gentle shove or pull for forward and backwards."
Oh no, Martin can't do that! Pushing and shoving a woman he's only just met? No, no, that doesn't seem right at all. And taking control of someone's mind even less so! The shock at her suggestion probably is written on Martin's face.
"I - I - I think it's best if ... you fly it?" He asks.
And anyway, he's not had any training for flying magical bubbles! He's got no license for them!
She did see the shock, and mentally kicked herself.
"I'm sorry, Martin, I didn't mean to alarm you. Of course I'd be glad to." Glinda said, apologetic. Sometimes she really didn't think before speaking at all.
Martin tries to compose himself. "No, no, it's quite alright. Really. Quite alright. But - I ..., " he's trying to come up with suitable words, "don't know anything about magic and how a magical bubble... handles! And I ... don't want to crash us into a shelf. Or the ceiling. Or the ground."
That composing himself thing once again isn't working too well. Oh, how he curses his stupid tendency to ramble when he's nervous! He firmly shuts his mouth and takes a deep breath.
She took Martin's hand again, and patted it soothingly.
"Perhaps you can show me some things about my bubble I didn't know. No need to worry about crashing. When I was learning about it, I had a few mishaps. It tends to bounce off of everything but the ground, and then it simply dissolves." She assured him, lowering him so they landed, and the bubble gently popped, "See, even when it's unexpected, it's much the same."
Martin blushes when she pats his hand. But when the bubble pops, it comes as a surprise to him.
"You - you said nothing could destroy it! But it seems the ground can? Depending on your speed of descend, that could cause severe injuries!" Like if the bubble dropped down like a stone. Which he has no idea if it can or can not. But it suddenly seems less safe than before.
"No, you misunderstand. The bubble itself disolved, because I chose for it to. If I hadn't, we would have likely bounced. The speed has little to do with it. I've found it very useful in Oz to allow me to pick up the injured quickly. I assure you, Martin, it is very safe. I didn't mean to frighten you." She said, apologetically.
"Not that I'm against any excitement in the mutified place, but may I be of assistance?" She asked, noticing the scratches, "Oh, dear, how did that happen?" She asked.
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"I think I would. How do you keep this bubble pressurised if you fly high above the ground?"
Possibly the same way she makes it fly -with magic. But talking about familiar topics to do with aviation helps him deal with this new experience.
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"Pressurisation becomes necessary at altitudes above 12,500 to 14,000 feet above sea level to protect crew and passengers of a plane - or in this case your bubble - from the risk of a number of physiological problems caused by the low outside air pressure above that altitude, such as hypoxia, altitude sickness, decompression sickness or barotrauma," he explains. "So you need to maintain a standard atmospheric pressure inside your bubble if you reach such heights." But then maybe Glinda doesn't reach such heights, he considers.
And then he notices how close the ceiling suddenly is and a look of wonder spreads over his face. He hasn't even noticed them floating upwards, it was that gentle.
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"Actually, as best I know, it's never been an issue. No matter the hieght, it feels much the same as this." Glinda said, matter of factly, "The only time it really feels any different is when I have to push it, speed wise, and that's only because maneuvering is a little different. For instance, if I have to turn left at slow speed, it pulls me gently to the left. If I make a sharp turn, it pulls me accordingly." Glinda was thrilled he seemed to be enjoying it, and floated them a little higher.
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Martin doesn't even catch his breath between his explanation and his question, they just fade into one another. With magic he had expected some gesturing, like magicians do in shows, waving their hands about. He briefly wonders if he should take the 'pushing it' comment literally, but probably not.
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"And I thought fly-by-wire was state of the art. But imagine a thought-controlled plane!" Well, he'd probably mess it up with his indecisiveness, but still, wouldn't that be cool?!
"How big can this bubble get?" He asks. It had seemed smaller when Glinda was in it alone, getting the book for him. "How many people could you transport in it?" Probably not as many as you can fit into a plane, especially not one like those new A-380s.
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"I - I - I think it's best if ... you fly it?" He asks.
And anyway, he's not had any training for flying magical bubbles! He's got no license for them!
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"I'm sorry, Martin, I didn't mean to alarm you. Of course I'd be glad to." Glinda said, apologetic. Sometimes she really didn't think before speaking at all.
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That composing himself thing once again isn't working too well. Oh, how he curses his stupid tendency to ramble when he's nervous! He firmly shuts his mouth and takes a deep breath.
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"Perhaps you can show me some things about my bubble I didn't know. No need to worry about crashing. When I was learning about it, I had a few mishaps. It tends to bounce off of everything but the ground, and then it simply dissolves." She assured him, lowering him so they landed, and the bubble gently popped, "See, even when it's unexpected, it's much the same."
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"You - you said nothing could destroy it! But it seems the ground can? Depending on your speed of descend, that could cause severe injuries!" Like if the bubble dropped down like a stone. Which he has no idea if it can or can not. But it suddenly seems less safe than before.
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"No, you misunderstand. The bubble itself disolved, because I chose for it to. If I hadn't, we would have likely bounced. The speed has little to do with it. I've found it very useful in Oz to allow me to pick up the injured quickly. I assure you, Martin, it is very safe. I didn't mean to frighten you." She said, apologetically.
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