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Captain Martin Crieff ([personal profile] honestlyapilot) wrote2014-02-19 01:51 am

Barways Martin - Aged 10 and a half

Martin sits in a booth, half a sandwich lying on a plate, forgotten at his elbow. A glass of coke, swept out of the way of his construction space, sits dripping condensation onto the table top. He's rather too busy playing with Lego to bother with food.

Martin is building an aeroplane. He's not really that good with Airfix models yet, though his Dad is teaching him a bit, but he likes to build with Lego. If you get it wrong you can always start again.
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[personal profile] can_finish_them 2014-02-19 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Whrrrrrrm... Whrrrrrrrrrrm...

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it a bewinged demon bunny with chaos aforethought?

...Well, no, it is in fact a plane. (Sorry if anyone got their hopes up.)

Specifically, it's a fighter jet, painted inauthentically and brilliantly cherry-red and about half a foot long from nose to tail.

The little plane emerges into Milliways in a graceful upwards arc, buzzing thoughtfully around in the rafters for almost a minute before it loses the signal from its controller and slowly describes an unnaturally gentle descent to the ground, where it sensibly trundles into a safe refuge under Martin's chair.

(Maybe one of the patrons decided to lend a helping hand; maybe the Loompas decided they had enough work to do without collecting toy mechanical bits from every nook and cranny. Or maybe even a magical bar at the end of the universe is allowed a sneaking fondness for especially pretty toy planes.)

It is a few minutes before anyone follows the Firefox through the door to claim her.
Edited 2014-02-19 21:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] can_finish_them 2014-02-20 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
In the meantime, a ten-year-old person with plaited golden hair halfway to coming loose and a streak of mud across one cheek appears to have found a door where she's pretty sure one of the outhouses is supposed to be.

Lady Katherine Douglas has never been introduced to a magical bar before, but appears to be more than equal to the situation - especially since she's just spotted her missing toy.

And thus -

"Me!" pipes a cheerful voice from behind Martin.
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[personal profile] can_finish_them 2014-02-22 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh-huh. She's a Red Arrow," she informs him proudly. "- Well, not really, 'cause the Arrows don't fly Tornado GR4s, they fly Hawk T1s, but I wanted one that was exactly just the same as the one my mum flies, so I painted her red so she could be sort of both at once, almost."

She has done her research. She has done a lot of research.

(That particular shade of cherry-red, whilst not exactly Red Arrow-approved, is also her favourite colour, and is also the colour her trainers would be if they weren't so plastered with mud.)
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[personal profile] can_finish_them 2014-04-29 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh-huh!" Kaidy nods her head several times very fast, beaming at him. "My mum's name is Air Commodore Neala Douglas and she gets really really angry when people say she's too important to fly any more and I'm going to be just like her when I'm older, only no-one is ever going to get to tell me I can't fly."

Beat.

"Except probably without being old, because that sounds boring."

You can totally make that bit optional, right? Right?
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[personal profile] can_finish_them 2014-04-29 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaidy beams right back at him.

"You can be in the Red Arrows with me, if you want."

He gets it. She's never met anyone her age who understands about planes before.
Edited 2014-04-29 23:58 (UTC)
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[personal profile] can_finish_them 2014-05-02 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"But the Red Arrows are in the RAF," Kaidy explains patiently. "You have to do at least one normal tour of duty and have like fifteen hundred flying hours and then you can apply, and if you get in you just do a three year tour of duty and then you go back to being in the regular RAF again. So you can totally do both."

:D?
Edited 2014-05-03 02:30 (UTC)
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[personal profile] chose_books 2014-02-25 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Some of the Lego has rather got away from him; a slight, slim woman picks it up as she passes, a book in her other hand.

"Is this yours?" she asks, and smiles.
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[personal profile] chose_books 2014-04-30 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, these things happen."

She smiles back at him, putting the Lego piece back where he has stacked the others neatly on the table.

"I'm Miss Honey," she tells him, "But I don't think this counts as school, so you may call me Jenny if you would like."
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[personal profile] not_the_hero 2014-02-25 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
There is a toad under Martin's chair that wasn't there before.

Not too far away, there is a pudgy eleven-year-old boy with a mess of floppy dark brown hair (Gran is going to cut it, but not until tomorrow) and the laces of one shoe undone, who might just be hunting for exactly that same toad.

(He only got Trevor yesterday, for his birthday. He can't have lost him already, he just can't, or Great-Uncle Algie will shout for days and days and days and it'll be just like his ninth birthday, even if that was much more Cousin Parthenope's fault, not that anyone really believed that.)

Well... looking for his toad and falling over his own laces.

Much more the latter than the former, if we're honest. (Even if he's not really sure he should be here, and is trying to be sneaky.)





"Oof."
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[personal profile] not_the_hero 2014-04-29 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
His eyes might meet those of someone else who's hit something involuntarily - though in Neville's case, it's the floor.

Well, being on the floor can count as being sneaky, right? Right?

So Neville huffs and scrambles forwards, also hunting for toad. And perhaps rather red, because he's horribly certain the other boy saw him fall.
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[personal profile] not_the_hero 2014-05-04 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Spotted!

Neville jumps guiltily at being addressed, feeling oddly as if he's been caught out, and nearly smacks his head on the underside of a chair.

Oh well; it was worth a try.

"I was looking for my toad," he admits finally. "I only got him yesterday and I've lost him three times already."
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[personal profile] never_said_pilot 2014-04-26 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a bit of LEGO propeller that nearly gets trodden on by a solid regulation boot.

Being back in the kit is ... weird, and he's not sure he's happy about how comfortable it feels. So, distractions at this crazy-ass bar it is.

"This yours?" he asks the nearest kid, holding the piece out.
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[personal profile] never_said_pilot 2014-04-28 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Huh."

Lego really isn't the easiest thing to make a 1910s biplane out of, but he's definitely got the shape right.

"They were one of the really early planes, right? That's pretty neat."

Sam's not the world's greatest with kids, but he has a couple nieces and nephews, so he's not exactly a philistine either.

Which means that Martin's question makes him grin lopsidedly, and give the tiny Lego propeller a little spin. "Not exactly."
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[personal profile] never_said_pilot 2014-05-04 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"And I'm Sam," he tells the kid, and grins a little. "Like the SAM 26000."

He's briefly tempted to explain what that is, but if Martin's heard of a Martinsyde then it's probably unneccessary.

"But no, I'm not a pilot."

As such.
Edited 2014-05-05 11:51 (UTC)