Experiments in flight

[fallenstar]

Who: Jet Link and anyone who happens to be around
Where: The island
When: During the day of the 15th
Style: Whatever works for you
Status: Open

Working was suffering when you hadn't worked a day in your life, but it was worth it to be able to get some more fuel for his jets. It figured that the only place he could get the stuff was from the one place in the entire city where you had to pay for stuff. It just meant that, unless he wanted to get a steady job (god forbid), he'd have to be more conscious of how often he flew around.

More limitations. He hated limitations.

This, he'd decided, was not wasting the fuel, however. It was really no different than what he'd be doing if he wasn't the only one of the team around. Jet had heard there was a barrier around the island, the only place that one could conceivably leave this place from, but he couldn't seem to find any information where the boundaries were or how high it went. That was why he was on the island now.

The New Yorker took off from the beach and flew (slowly) until his hand touched the invisible barrier a fair distance out into the ocean. He went from there. Sure enough, all the way around the circumference of the island was this invisible wall and not a crack or flaw on it. Back to where he'd started, Jet flew up, keeping his hand lightly to the barrier in hopes that he'd find the edge.

After about an hour and a half of going up and no change, he gave up. There really didn't seem to be a way out and, if he flew any longer, he'd face the dilemma of being too high and not enough fuel to get him down again.

He'd had enough crashing for one lifetime.

In his frustration, he unholstered his blaster and shot at the thing with the plasma setting, hoping the fire power would leave a mark....but there was nothing. It just hit the barrier and fizzled out.

He sighed and drifted back down to the beach till he could safely cut his rockets and sat in the sand. "Rats."

Comments

[shippingmath]

"Whiz kid ain't synonymous with bow down all machines and take it from your lord and master as he lovingly fucks you over. Doesn't mean I can't improve, either," Dirk said. He followed Jet's gaze out toward the ocean, then caught on to what he meant. "The barrier? Fuck, no one's made progress in cracking that since I got here. 'Course, we fucked up the city's dome, so we could probably fuck up that too, but the problem is, we don't know what causes that one."

[fallenstar]

He got distracted from whatever he was going to say and shot Dirk a somewhat doubtful, albeit curious, look. "You fucked up the city's dome. Call me obvious, but that sounds like a really bad idea. What happened to it? Better yet, how'd you fix it? Not duct tape, I'm guessing."

[shippingmath]

"Y'know the glow around the coral? That started going really dim. Long story short, some dumbass tried to fix it, and it almost worked, but then it fried the thing instead. Cracked it, water started pouring in, all that shit." Dirk jerked his thumb over his shoulder, in the direction of the village. "We were staying over there for a while. Long story short, the marks we've got helped the coral get power, through curses, but 'cause coral's a living thing, it got out of sync with the marks and wasn't processing. We changed the marks, curses happened and got the coral back up to power, and now we're right fucking back where we started."