The Roof, Saturday Morning

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It was kind of cloudy out. It was still somewhat chilly out. It was entirely too early in the morning, and Warren wasn't sure why the heck he was even awake yet, but here he was.

He'd made his way up to the roof to give his wings a stretch, because those dorm rooms were way too puny for anyone with a wingspan like his, and he stayed up there, contemplating getting his nagging urge to fly out of his system before he'd find himself crammed into a coat and harness all over again for a week in the Bahamas.

... Of course, it still seemed like a fair trade-off. Flying for the Bahamas. He'd spent a lot of his life not flying. He could handle a week, for the sake of the sunshine. Right? Right. Of course, right.

"Of course, it had to be addictive," he mumbled, giving his head a little shake, and then jumping. A few laps around, and he'd be good, he figured. Just enough to get the feel for the wind through his feathers. It was too cold to keep going for too long, after all. But maybe once he landed, he'd be able to warm up for a bit and then go about doing it all over again.

He was getting better at taking off. He didn't look quite so much like somebody had tossed an unsuspecting chicken from the roof as he used to.

[Open roof is open! Warren will be playing his game of 'fly, land, thaw, repeat' for most of the morning.]

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[vanillajello]

Kate wasn't up crazy early, but... She'd gotten some weird, sensible sleeping pattern going, where she actually woke up fairly early even when she didn't have to.

And it was too early to start packing, so up to the roof she came. Hey, there could be a person with extra cigarettes there!

... Or, apparently, a flying Warren. Huh.

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And another good once-around, and a landing, and--

"Kate!" Warren rubbed his hands together in a vain attempt to warm up again, still wearing an exhilarated smile. "Good morning."

It was kind of hard not to grin like an idiot after executing a landing that didn't involve tripping all over himself. Give him a moment, he'd settle down soon enough.

[vanillajello]

"Morning, Warren," Kate replied, giving him a gently amused smile. Oh, he was adorable. "Very impressive."

She hadn't seen it from this perspective before, after all.

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

Kurt waved. "Kate! Long time, no see!"

[vanillajello]

"Hey, Kurt," Kate greeted him back with a smile. "Long time indeed." And she felt a touch of guilt over that. There'd been too much drama going on. "How've you been?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex had no next to no packing and he was continuing that trend by ignoring packing for a smoke on the roof. Whatever, he'd thrown some clothes in a bag and be done.

"Ah, the kid with the wings," he muttered to himself, lighting his cigarette and watching his arc across the sky.

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The kid with the wings was going to do a few more laps of the dorms before coming in for another landing. Miracle of miracles, he actually managed to pull that landing off.

"You know," he said, almost conversationally as he folded his wings at his back, "it's still too cold for that."

Somebody was going to have to invest in more wind-resistant clothing, apparently.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It's not snowing though," Alex said, thinking that a plus for the flying. "And I don't see any icicles in your hair. So, don't jinx yourself. It could be colder."

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

"No, it's a hallucination caused by swamp gas," Kurt told him. "Or the planet Venus."

[momslilassassin]

Ben was halfway onto the roof when he recognized the flying figure in the air, turned around and raced back to his room.

Ten minutes later he was in a form-fitting and slightly ridiculous outfit, but he had wings, too, dammit, and that was what was important.

"Hi!" he called, waving.

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If Warren had any sense in his head, he'd have given in and gotten a form-fitting and slightly ridiculous outfit for himself, too. Unfortunately, he was stubborn. And so flying in jeans and button-down shirts with the backs cut out of them was the best he was going to get.

He glanced down at the greeting, and then laughed, banking hard to the right and coming in for a (mostly graceful) landing.

"Good morning, Ben!" A pause, and would Ben excuse him for a moment while he grinned like a total dork? "And Ben's wings. Can't forget those."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I didn't know you smoked, Ben," Alex said, giving him a smirk clouded by cigarette smoke. He hadn't gotten to poke at Ben in awhile. He'd missed that.

[glacial_queen]

The suit was not ridiculous. It was aerodynamic.

And practically skin-tight. But whatever.

"So much better than talking about babies or Battle School," Karla called, winging her way over to him.

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

It may have been a ridiculous outfit, but Kurt had seen worse. He and all his friends liked to prance around in Spandex, after all.

"I didn't know you were a superhero!!!" he called.

Now, if he could only remember the kid's name.

[trigons_child]

Raven had flying mind when she came up to the roof in the morning as well. She settled near the garden, wrapping her cloak around her for warmth, then summoned her Soul-Self, sending it soaring into the sky. She usually didn't see other people in the skies, so when her shadow-raven form spotted Warren, she naturally glided over to investigate.

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That? That was a very, very large bird, and Warren's somewhat startled lurch to the side upon spotting it, while mostly involuntary, probably spoke volumes as to how often he found himself sharing the skies with ravens who looked as though they were made of shadows.

Hopefully Raven would forgive him for staring? He was still in the process of figuring out if the bird was going to try to eat him, at this point.

[glacial_queen]

Karla recognized that shadow-shape! "Kiss kiss," she said, flying over and doing loops around the bird. "Fancy meeting you here."

[glacial_queen]

Karla had glanced out the window and seen both Warren and Ben flying. Which, clearly meant they needed a third, right? With less chagrin than Ben had shown, she pulled herself into her skin-tight bodystocking and ran up to the roof, her wings a bright blue streamer behind her.

She paused for a moment on the ledge to give anyone on the ground a chance to chat with her and then flung herself into the air with an Eyrien whoop.

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There was plenty of room in the skies for another set of wings and the girl being carried by them!

Warren laughed as he circled around to meet her. He was going to freeze his butt off if he didn't get down to land soon, but there was something about sharing the sky with people that was entirely too awesome for him to want this particular flight to end any time soon.

"Good morning! Great day for a flight, isn't it?"

Just, you know, chilly.

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

Kurt blinked at Karla. Was there anything she COULDN'T do???

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

Kurt looked around as he walked onto the roof and sighed. "It really IS always crowded up here, isn't it?"

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Warren looked over to Kurt during one of his 'trying to thaw out his arms' breaks, and laughed a little, giving his shoulders a shrug.

"I came up here early, thinking that it was bound to be quieter here than it is in the evenings. Who in their right minds gets up this early on a Saturday?"

He looked around the roof, pointedly.

"But then, who on this island is actually in their right mind, right?"

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice clapped her hands excitedly. "Is everyone flying today?" she asked.

How exciting! There were birds and wings everywhere!

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"It seemed like a good day for a flight," Warren said, touching down once again and trying not to shiver too obviously. "A little cold once you factor in the wind chill, granted. But once you get up in the air, that much is easy to ignore."

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

"Just about!" Kurt answered with a friendly wave. "I guess it's the thing to do today?"