Post by Meta Autunite on Jul 20, 2015 2:46:46 GMT
Meta Autunite was flying when she found the flier. Well, rather, when it found her. The Gem was not always observant of anything not immediately ahead of her unless in battle, and she payed for it in this instance.
WAP.
The piece of paper struck her square in the face. She was doing about 350 mph at that particular moment, and the surprise was nearly enough to send her into a tumble. But only nearly. Ever a skilled aviator, Meta Autunite sputtered and came to a dead stop, peeling the flyer off her bronze-skinned face and holding it in front of her mismatched eyes with both hands, squinting.
"Fun-hunting?"
She read aloud.
"Fun?"
Meta let her hands fall to her sides, the left still gripping the paper. When was the last time Meta Autunite had had.... Fun? Not as a byproduct of something else, but willfully, and for its own sake? She looked at the flier again. This "fun"-club was being held.... Where? There was a picture of a Gem standing on what appeared to be sand..... And there were... Cats? Meta wasn't sure what to make of the last detail, but sand was definitely meant to be a clue to location. The beach. That had sand.
The Gem folded the document carefully, and slid it into the sleeve one of her gloves. She hovered for a moment, considering..... There was nothing pending at the moment. Obsidian was on temple-duty... Alex was occupied. Schorl was probably sniffing around for Magnatite or tinkering with that blasted "Warbird" ship. But something could always come up. What if she missed a disaster and allowed innocent lives to be ended for the sake of "fun-club"? What if "fun-club" was a trap itself, meant to lure innocent Gems? She shook her head. She deserved a day off now and then, didn't she? And what if this Fun-thing WAS a trap? What if it wasn't and lured hostile Gems to whoever had sent the invite? Didn't that leave her with an OBLIGATION to check the situation out?
Yes. Yes, it did, Meta decided. The gem turns back towards the beach, and rockets forwards, wind plastering her wild blue hair flat against her skull. She's there in less than two minutes. The tall, bronzey Gem scans the shoreline, panning for a Gem. And one that matches the description at that. It takes Meta half a minute to spot her, but she does. Pulling the flier out of her sleeve, Meta descends towards the sand, holding the paper out.
"Is this your flier?"
She asks Dusk.
"Is this your.... Fun-Hunt?"
WAP.
The piece of paper struck her square in the face. She was doing about 350 mph at that particular moment, and the surprise was nearly enough to send her into a tumble. But only nearly. Ever a skilled aviator, Meta Autunite sputtered and came to a dead stop, peeling the flyer off her bronze-skinned face and holding it in front of her mismatched eyes with both hands, squinting.
"Fun-hunting?"
She read aloud.
"Fun?"
Meta let her hands fall to her sides, the left still gripping the paper. When was the last time Meta Autunite had had.... Fun? Not as a byproduct of something else, but willfully, and for its own sake? She looked at the flier again. This "fun"-club was being held.... Where? There was a picture of a Gem standing on what appeared to be sand..... And there were... Cats? Meta wasn't sure what to make of the last detail, but sand was definitely meant to be a clue to location. The beach. That had sand.
The Gem folded the document carefully, and slid it into the sleeve one of her gloves. She hovered for a moment, considering..... There was nothing pending at the moment. Obsidian was on temple-duty... Alex was occupied. Schorl was probably sniffing around for Magnatite or tinkering with that blasted "Warbird" ship. But something could always come up. What if she missed a disaster and allowed innocent lives to be ended for the sake of "fun-club"? What if "fun-club" was a trap itself, meant to lure innocent Gems? She shook her head. She deserved a day off now and then, didn't she? And what if this Fun-thing WAS a trap? What if it wasn't and lured hostile Gems to whoever had sent the invite? Didn't that leave her with an OBLIGATION to check the situation out?
Yes. Yes, it did, Meta decided. The gem turns back towards the beach, and rockets forwards, wind plastering her wild blue hair flat against her skull. She's there in less than two minutes. The tall, bronzey Gem scans the shoreline, panning for a Gem. And one that matches the description at that. It takes Meta half a minute to spot her, but she does. Pulling the flier out of her sleeve, Meta descends towards the sand, holding the paper out.
"Is this your flier?"
She asks Dusk.
"Is this your.... Fun-Hunt?"