Video/Potentional Action. Abandoned amusement parks are dope.

[shoplifter]

[Some of you might get worried calls from Linda, Laura's tormented case worker.

The general questioning is: "HAVE YOU SEEN LAURA I HAVEN'T FOUND HER IN HOURS I'VE LOOKED EVERYWHERE."

But then, a Laura entry pops up sometime later in the day:

Her, looking curious, with the telltale signs of vegetation outside of city limits behind her.

She points the camera at the setting of the abandoned amusement park, some disappointment soon to be prevalent in her tone; she'd sneaked out and headed off to the Abandoned City or whatever people call it, mostly to get away from society and sort of marinate in her own thoughts. It's one of those months. Or many of those months. As much as she's tried adapting and appreciates her freedom, sometimes you just need to step away from it all and have your own time.

... In places Linda tells you not to ever sneak off to, of course.

Sue her, she never listens to her authority figures. She's not scared of monsters, anyway; she's already killed two getting here. It's why she's got some tar-colored blood on her sleeves and knuckles.]

We should repair this. I don't know what it is, but it looks like -- a fun place. Some of these have... strange wheels... and cars on railroads. ¿Para qué sirve? Do people who move trains practice here?

[She wanders around, her footfalls echoing in the isolated place. There's a rotted up old booth where you 'shoot' guns for prizes, but the signs are pretty overgrown with vines. She picks up a fake rifle and aims it at the blank target board beyond her, smacking on some bubblegum thoughtfully.]

Is it a place for soldiers to practice, too? It is very colorful for a soldier, but we had some color, too. They liked to put cartoons on the walls. Maybe there are cartoons on walls here, too... Maybe there are lights that make it bright. Like Vegas.

[..... Aha.

She points the camera up, up, up, toward the highest point of the ferris wheel.]

I think you see everything if you climb to the top.

[... I'mma climb to the top.]

[Feel free to have any ACTION threads as well; she's just wandering around, really, enjoying the quiet.]

Comments

[winscenario]

No. I'm a very good pilot, and the shuttle is very safe.

[ Besides after crashing into a planet with a ship several times larger than the shuttle, the possibility of having to do a rough landing with the shuttle in the middle of the woods hardly scares him. ]

Are you scared of flying?

[shoplifter]

I don't know... I've never flown.

[She shrugs, thoughtfully gazing at the shuttle.]

I might panic and break things.

[She's at least honest about it, right?]

[winscenario]

We can fly really slow, if you want, and I'll land us again if you ask me to.

[ Of course he has no idea of the extent of her skills, or just how much damage she could really do to the shuttle. ]

So? [ He nods towards the shuttle. ] What do you say?

[shoplifter]

[She does take a moment to consider his offer, quite gravely...

... And her answer appears reached.]

Alright. I'll try it.

[It probably won't kill her if they crash. Probably.]

[winscenario]

[ Of course it won't. Jim's haid his fair share of crashes and rough landings and he's still here, so.

But more importantly, the shuttle's working just perfectly. There's no reason for them to get into any sort of accident. ]

Climb on in, then. [ He gestures for her to follow after him, as he steps back into the shuttle. ]

[shoplifter]

[And so, Captain Kirk has kidnapped a kid. He's practically The Doctor.

Laura looks plenty wary as she steps inside — her eyes roam the whole place the moment they've got the chance to.]

How does it work?

[winscenario]

[ Yes, only with better hair and a far less ridiculous fashion taste. Mostly.

He gives her a bit of time to look around all she likes, so she won't get overwhelmed or be startled when he fires up the engines. Once she asks how it works, he walks towards the front of the shuttle, where she can see four seats, two of which are right up at the front— the pilot seats. ]

I'll take this spot, you take that one. [ He gestures to both chairs, then takes a seat. ]

[shoplifter]

[Ah, alright. She plops down in the chair, eyes still roaming.]

Like a car.

[She puts on her cool cupcake sunglasses, as if that is a follow up comment.]

[winscenario]

[ Jim opens his mouth, closes it, then purses his lips with a shrug. ]

Sure. More or less.

[ Well, this part anyway. But once they're both strapped in and Jim fires up the engines, the shuttle lifting slowly and hovering just a few feet above the ground, she might start to notice a few differences. ]

[shoplifter]

[IT'S LIKE THE CHOO CHOO AH GOD-

No, wait, it's not too bad. She tenses slightly, but only slightly.]

We're floating now?

[Well, if there's any better time to crash this thing, it's a few feet off the ground, huh?]

[winscenario]

[ IT FLIES it's so much better than the choo choo. ]

That's right.

[ He turns on the inertial dampeners, so if and when they speed up, she won't actually feel anything. It should be a little less tense and stressful for her that way. He hopes. ]

Ready to go higher up?

[shoplifter]

[A firm nod.]

I am not afraid.

[Ready to murder things if need be, yes, but afraid? Not yet.

... She's extremely interested in what things look like from high up, though.]

[winscenario]

Good girl.

[ Jim smiles and winks at her, hopefully reassuring her that there's nothing to be afraid of. Slowly he starts guiding the shuttle higher up in the air, then very gently forward, so they're slowly flying over the stands and the smaller attractions of the abandoned amusement park. The wide window, going from the top to the bottom of the shuttle at the front, offers them both a pretty spectacular view of it all. ]

[shoplifter]

[She stares with an owlish, earnest gaze — tempted to unbuckle and practically press her nose to the window to see. Instead she abides by the seat belt, worried about making something go terribly wrong. The fact that this thing moves so smoothly certainly keeps her from climbing any walls.]

How high does it go?

[winscenario]

[ Jim wouldn't blame her, honestly. Part of him had worried she might be scared of heights, but evidently that's a moot point. Laura doesn't strike him as the type of girl to be scared of things that scare most kids anyway. ]

Oh... pretty high. Past the clouds, all the way up to the stars. [ He points a finger upwards, but doesn't even direct the shuttle towards the sky. ]

[shoplifter]

Are we going to go all the way up?

[Obviously this is the first thought that springs into her head.

She's never seen a star up close. It sounds interesting.]

[winscenario]

[ Well, they wouldn't get anywhere near an actual star, but it would seem as though she was right among them, so. Close enough. ]

Not if you don't want to. [ He hadn't even entertained the thought. Leaving the atmosphere can be pretty intense, and he doesn't want to overwhelm her. ] Do you want to?

[shoplifter]

... I'm not scared.

[That's pretty much a 'yes', if her settling back comfortably in her chair wasn't response enough.]

[winscenario]

[ He raises both eyebrows and cants his head, letting out a faint huff. She's not gonna hear an argument from him. ]

Alright, then. But no chickening out. [ With that he goes through a few switches and system checks, then starts getting the shuttle to fly higher and higher, aimed straight to the clouds, steadily picking up speed the farther away they are from the ground. ]

[shoplifter]

I am not a chicken.

[Spoken so seriously, bless. But then she watches with eyes as wide as saucers, quieted by the distance and speed. It's not so much blatant fear as it is astounded hyper-vigilance now, like an animal unsure if a situation is actually dangerous. Once the whole traveling thing is a bit less obvious, she relaxes a bit.]

........

Can I go to the window?

[winscenario]

Of course not. I... [ He chuckles, shaking his head. ] Never mind.

[ You cute precious girl, Laura. When you're not stabbing things and killing assholes anyway.

Jim watches her, as though he's worried she might unbuckle herself or move too much, or even freak out a little. She seems fairly quiet and calm, though, and when she relaxes, so does he. ]

Not yet. Give me a moment to get through the clouds, and then you can. Alright?

[shoplifter]

[A firm nod. Alright then.]

I have never gotten to see the clouds until recently.

... It is weird to be in them.

[Things sure have changed.]

[winscenario]

Really? And where were you that you didn't get to see any clouds?

[ The speed keeps increasing as they fly farther away from the moon, pushing past the clouds now until they're above them, with a pretty spectacular view of them just below the shuttle, stretching over the moon almost like a blanket of cotton. Above them it's dark, the stars are bright, and Laura can see the planet they're orbiting too. ]

You can go to the window now, it's safe.

[shoplifter]

[She moves toward the window, eager to see the outside.

... It's really pretty. And it makes her forget to respond for a moment as she takes it all in. A hand moves and carefully touches the glass, eyes scanning. So this is what space looks like. She had already been so alarmed at the sight of a planet for a moon, but this? This is even more glamorous a shot. Ah — the question, right. Her voice is level, conversational, matter-of-fact:]

We were in cells; we weren't allowed outside.

[Most people aren't familiar, but she asks anyway.]

Do you know a place called Transigen?

[winscenario]

[ Turning the autopilot on leaves Jim with a little more freedom, and since now they're pretty much just orbiting the moon it's not like he needs to be paying as much attention. He unfastens his own seatbelt and gets to his feet, stepping closer to the window and standing next to Laura. ]

No, I don't. [ But if they're keeping kids locked away in cells, then he can already tell it's not the kind of place he'd like. ] Will you tell me about it?