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Front steps of the dorm, after lunch

Hanna had called Ringo and left a message that she was free after lunch, if she'd received the AT's they'd talked about on Saturday. Right now, she was chilling out, listening to her music, and considering her classes.

Really, driving should not be harder than surviving the apocalypse.

[ooc: expecting the one mentioned, but open for whoever is going by.]

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Ringo was actually skipping along as she came down the steps. She had a pair of ATs dangling from each hand. One the pair she'd had at the picnic, and one that was new.

"Hanna!" she called, grinning. She couldn't exactly wave given that her hands were full, but hopefully her tone and expression would make up for it.

"Hello, Ringo." Hanna gave her a small smile and got to her feet. "They came?"

"I got the parts in Monday," Ringo grinned. "And just finished the last adjustments on this pair last night." So perfect timing!

She held out the ATs invitingly.

"Thank you!" Hanna grabbed them immediately, and kicked off her shoes, before settling in to put on the AT's. "How is your week going otherwise?"

These AT's, unlike Ringo's, fit better, and were easier for Hanna to get on. Yes!

"Good!" Ringo grinned. "Like I said, I got parts in on Monday, so I've spent a lot of the time between classes tinkering." She cocked her head. "How about you?"

"I don't drive very well," Hanna told her, sighing a little. Then she got to her feet, and bent down to turn on the AT's. "This is going to be much, much better."

Ringo plopped down on the steps to pull on her own pair and grinned up at Hanna. "Driving always looked pretty hard to me." Cars were big!

Hanna balanced, and did a few little swooping moves to get the feel of the AT's, and admitted, "I haven't even been a passenger in many, but it always looked so easy." Getting distracted by all the things around her hadn't figured into her expectations of driving. "Maybe I should ask the teacher or TA for help. But I don't even know what to ask."

"I don't know, either," Ringo said as she tightened her own boots, settling into her ATs like a familiar second skin. "But maybe you can just talk to them? They might even know what questions to ask or something."

Not that she knew. Ringo didn't even ride in cars for the most part.

"I suppose it is worth trying." She might manage not to drive in a place like Fandom, or across most of Europe, but if she spent any extended time in the States, she would need to know how. Hanna's expression brightened. "So, any more tips?" Ready to zooooom!

After taking a moment to bounce a little bit, making everything was secure, Ringo reached a hand out to Hanna. "Start off slow, and work your way up to speed," she suggested. "And remember that these aren't adjusted to you yet, so there may be some parts that feel weird, or out of balance. Just remember what they are and we can make adjustments later, okay?"

"Okay," Hanna echoed back. She smiled and started off, as much as she wanted to race, a little slow, heading for the school gates, getting the hang of the turns and stops. "How long did it take you to become skilled with these?"

Ringo followed along, hanging back about four or five feet. "Hmmm, depends on how skilled you mean. You can get pretty comfortable after a couple of months, but it took me years to really get good." For her level of 'good', anyway.

"That's enough time, then." Summer was going to be quieter, so, plenty of time to learn how to do this. Hanna tried a twirl, and giggled as she sped up into it. "Where do you do this, in Tokyo?" Eeee!

"Mostly, yeah." Ringo sighed fondly. "It's such a great place to ride. Concrete and buildings and, well, just everything everywhere. There's so much to do!"

"Why did you decide to come here?" Hanna asked, curious. She put on more speed, laughing, then fell over on a sharp turn into the grass. "Ooops."

Ringo twisted her hips, power sliding to a smooth stop nearby. "Things were complicated back home. Expectations. Responsibilities. And a bunch of people who think the best use for ATs is fighting."

"This is, I don't know. A clean start, I guess."

Hanna got back up to her feet, wobbling a bit but steady by the time she was back on the pavement. "Fight who? And where? As police, or military?" That seemed more than a little ridiculous; Ringo was the same age she was.

"Each other. Back home, everyone spent years, most of my life, really, fighting over the right to the Sky Regalia." And it had been an ugly, ugly fight.

"I've never heard of any of this," Hanna said, concluding it must be one of those 'other world' things. "I'm sorry, though. I can see why you'd rather be here." she took a breath, and then toed off again, going faster this time.

"Sounds like it's an AT thing, and since no one seems to have heard of those around here, either." She shook her head. "It's fine. Just, I'm glad to be here."

Ringo grinned. "Now, try a slow spin. Angle your feet away from each other and put your weight on one of them, powering through with it and only using your trailing to guide you."

She demonstrated the movement, moving into a slow, graceful spiral.

Oh, that looked fun. Hanna tried it herself, wobbling a bit, but managing to complete the spiral without falling over this time. She tried it with the other foot, and was a little less successful, but at least stayed on her feet.

"Awesome!" Ringo exclaimed with a laugh. She slid over closer, her movements mirroring Hanna's. "Wanna go faster?" she asked, almost conspirationally.

"Yes, most definitely!"

Good enough answer for Ringo! She grabbed Hanna's hands, forming a little two-person circle and beginning that same spin again. Faster, faster, faster.

Hanna was laughing with delight as they sped up even faster, and then she let go, heading toward the gates around the school-- and then up and over them before she could stop herself.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Ringo was laughing along as she rocketed after. "Keep your feet together when you land!" she yelled as the two of them hurtled through the air. "You don't want them going in different directions!"

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