On the Roof

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

Number 6 is on the roof of the dorms, constructing some sort of aerial contraption. He is being very careful to avoid the large jet-like craft next to him.

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[chasingangela]

Angela has absolutely no reason to be on the roof of the dorms -- beyond a vague desire to enjoy the view, but she's there anyhow.

She watches Six work for a while. "What are you building? Oh, and did Jack Harkness ever find you? He lost his memory or something and was looking for you."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Lost his memory? That explains quite a bit. I would apologize if he wasn't such a prat." 6 hooks in part of the frame.

"This? It's a non-functional model of a hangglider. It is in no way intended for actual use or escape."

[chasingangela]

"He thought it was September or something," Angela explains. "It was weird even for this school. Callisto came in and I kind of beat it before I could get the whole story."

She inspects the hanglider carefully. "So it's, like, a scale model? That's cool. Though flying in the real thing would kind of freak me out -- you know, all high up and no control."

[Please tell me he won't escape before he turns in his paper for Dream, 'cause I am selfish and want to read it.]

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"There's always control. It just depends on who has it."

[6 is a man of his word. Dream will get the paper, even if it has dubious academic value]

[chasingangela]

"I guess I didn't think about it like that," Angela says. "I guess you just need to hope whatever has control doesn't, like, dump you into the middle of the river, or on top of a pine tree."

"Have you ever been up in a real one?"

[OOC: Yay. Academic value or no, it will make me laugh and I love watching 6 confuse Dream. Also, I'm being summoned to my office holiday party, and I have no idea if I'll be back before tonight. Sorry.]

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Well, as I said, it's only a model."

[chasingangela]

"Right," Angela said, leaning against the wall around the roof with her arms crossed, back to the wider world. "But, I meant, like, another one." She waves a hand through the air. "Not important, y'know? I was just curious because of what you said about control."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Ma'am. You'll find that the element of control is held by those who assert their right to it, no matter if they go by air, land, or sea. There is nothing one cannot master if one is the master of oneself first."

[chasingangela]

Angela considers this, pulling her jacket closer around herself. "Okay, that's ... deep," she finally says. "Not that I disagree, or whatever. I just would not have thought about it that way, like, ever."

She tucks a piece of hair behind one ear. "And, um, it's Angela. Not ma'am."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Very well then, Angela." He tethers a rope to the proper placing for tethering that particular rope. "I don't suppose you've ever wondered about leaving this place."

[chasingangela]

"Only, like, every other week," Angela admits. "But -- I like my friends, and I like my boyfriend, and I even like the weirdness, now. And if I left, I'd just be back in Pittsburgh, in 1995, watching my parents split up. This is better."

"Why? I thought you said that thing was a model."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6's eyes narrow. "Who are you?"

[chasingangela]

"I'm ... me. A student. I've lived next door to you all semester," Angela says, confused. "Why?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"That's terribly convenient," he barks. "Right next door to me, ears pressed against the wall, eh? Who do you work for?"

[chasingangela]

"Huh?" Angela says. "I mean, Rob Gordon at Championship Vinyl. Or I did, but I'm thinking I might quit 'cause he doesn't actually need the help. I mean -- seriously, I am so not the ears against the wall type."

Angela thanks whatever gods are listening that Six never noticed who she roomed with. She begins backing toward the stairs.

"So I'll let you work on your ... model, okay? See you later."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Be seeing you." He salutes with hand open, his index and thumb pressed together.

[chasingangela]

Very confused, Angela returns the salute and bounces down to the library.