→ we're soarin', flyin'

[hexuality]

When; 06 September, Friday, late afternoon.
Rating; PG-13???
Characters; Ginny Weasley [hexuality] & Hikaru Sulu [excelsiors]
Summary; Flying bros getting up to flying things.

Log;

[Ginny says her flying lessons are for weekends but truth be told, she'll take any excuse to take someone flying whenever there's a spare moment. So she's taken off from work early and she's in Xanadu with brooms and two paper bags of an early dinner because one should not fly on an empty stomach.

Or, you know. She's a Weasley and food is like breathing.

She's climbed a low-hanging branch of a tree for now, two brooms leaning up on the trunk with the rest of her things nestled among the roots, and she's fashioned a whistle out of a leaf as she waits. She may have lived in the City for four and a half years, but she will always be a wild summer child from the countryside at heart.]

Comments

B)

[excelsiors]

Oh, sorry.

It's... technology that rearranges the molecules of something, recycling it into something else. It's how we synthesize meals in space.

[hexuality]

[She waves off the apology because what she meant is that she's always interested to hear about other people's worlds. She wants the explanations. And when she hears this one, her nose wrinkles.]

So you're eating food made out of recycled stuff. It's not real food at all?

[excelsiors]

_{( he waves one hand from side to side, a vague gesture. )}

It's food, at an atomic level. Completely changed into something new. But you can't beat real cooking, and after months in space it gets... old.

[hexuality]

Then maybe being stuck here isn't too horrible if it means actual produce.

[She grins a bit, shaking her head then going in to take another bite of her sandwich with greater reverence for actual food. She swallows, then asks,]

With all your fancy technology, you can't preserve fresh food? What do they taste like, replicated meals? Can you have anything?

[excelsiors]

Oh, yeah. I'll take being trapped in a space-time anomaly as long as there are lots of cherry tomatoes.

_{( crunching down on one in his sandwich, as it so happens. )}

You can ask the replicator for anything. What you get depends on the complexity, how good you are with the machine.

I can get twelve kinds of tea. _{( so proud. )}

[hexuality]

As an Englishwoman, I approve of that.

[She tips her head back against the tree, looking up at the leaves and through them to the sky, grinning.]

Adventure up in the stars for real food. Quite the choice. Do people get other people to work the replicator for them, if they're better at it? Merlin knows I would. I can't settle for bland food.

[excelsiors]

M-class planets versus macaroni and cheese. _{( nodding sagely. )}

If you're smart, you can use it as a bargaining chip. Trade good food for fresh water tokens, or something.

[hexuality]

What makes a planet M-class? [Eyes narrowing, teasing.] Or is that confidential?

[excelsiors]

We're not spies. Or government suits. Most Starfleet intel is public record. _{( they're explorers, not soldiers. and then sulu thinks about harrison and the deep betrayal of having one of their top brass go entirely against everything starfleet was founded on, and it's a pang in his chest. he didn't realize the wound was still so raw. )}

But, M-class. Oxygen-based atmosphere. Habitable to life as we know it.

[hexuality]

[His first comment earns a flicker of a smile because it may be public record in his world but it isn't here. She knows there have been secrets and she knows she's done the same, it's this bond between worlds that is necessary.]

So that's what the City would be. [She polishes off her sandwich, brushing the crumbs from her hands.] And what does that make me?

[excelsiors]

Life as we know it. _{( nodding. )}

Though the magic would make for an interesting log, that's not really my department.

[hexuality]

Who'd study it, then, if they came across it?

[She makes to stand, grabbing her broom and holding it out as if to examine the thing.]

Who'd study this? I think Spock wants to scan me.

[excelsiors]

Spock's Chief Science Officer, but Doctor McCoy and Doctor Marcus would probably be involved, too. And the rest of the science department.

_{( finishing off his lunch and folding the paper bag into neat fourths. that is some seriously complexed behavior, sulu. )}

It's the commander's job to scan things, I guess. But something tells me he'd want to do it even if it wasn't.

[hexuality]

Like we're something to be studied under a magnifying glass.

[But it's more exasperated than annoyed. She steps onto the footholds of her broom and it levitates upright, a hand on her hip.]

I don't think science can explain everything.

[excelsiors]

_{( wrinkling his nose. )} Not exactly. It's more about trying to understand what we come across than actively studying it. The scientist-subject relationship is... well, it's different than how it would've been a hundred or so years ago.

Probably not. But we're explorers. It's our job to find the inexplicable.

[hexuality]

[She tips her head, amused, and then she shifts so that her broom straightens out to parallel with the ground and she's properly sitting on it.]

Inexplicable. Well, you've found it. Why don't you explain this scientist-subject relationship while we fly?

[excelsiors]

<sub>( he mirrors her movements, well-practiced at that part at least, by now.

he grins. )</sub>

Don't think distracting me is going to knock me off my game.

[hexuality]

[She snorts.]

Please. If I wanted to throw you off your game, I wouldn't do it that way. [She lifts up and rises into the air, tossing her hair behind her shoulders then leaning forward.] Come on, let's work on managing speed. Race you.

[excelsiors]

<sub>( he doesn't respond directly, to that. if he had more practice, his next move would be one fluid motion into the air and off at breakneck speed. as it is, it takes him a few fumbling movements to get there.

being in the air feels good, right, even if he's not entirely used to it yet. and he never could turn down a good challenge. )</sub>

[hexuality]

[That's her impulse but it would be unfair, so she doesn't do it, just waits patiently for him to get his bearings and a half-second's head start and then she kicks off after him, leaning down and grinning, as she comes up next to him, glancing over. She's glad for this, for people who have taken her up on her offer to fly, for people to fly with and who love it, too.]