Flight Club [Flight Shed]

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Gavin was hiding under a hooded sweatshirt and a baseball cap today. Yeah, he knew it didn't do much to hide who he was but it was something. And it made it even less likely that he'd look John in the face after...last night.

Kriffing hell, he hated gremlins. He hated this place. And why the kriff had he been the girl?

"Welcome back. There's snacks." Gavin was just bundles of joy today. "Uh, just...practice with your vehicle of choice in the sim and we'll get back on track next week."

When he wasn't wanting to run and disappear into the deepest hole the island offered.

"Pay particular attention to landings. That'll come in handy next week."

With that, Gavin pulled open the sim's door and started wishing for lightning to strike him down.

Comments

Re: Chat/Snack/Avoid Gremlins

[weetuskenraider]

Um.

"I was a little unconscious at the time," Tahiri pointed out. Backpedaling, woo!

Re: Chat/Snack/Avoid Gremlins

[solo_sword]

"Then I don't think I'd call it freaking out," she pointed out.

Re: Chat/Snack/Avoid Gremlins

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri was so not about to go into the reasons why it had been. She kind of liked living. "Well . . . thanks for checking, I guess," she offered with a half smile.