Trudy has her game face on. Sure, she did a couple of shots, first. Then she had espresso. But now it's time to investigate. She has a pen and notebook in hand, her wand stuck through her bun like a hair stick, and she's clearly looking for someone — their party host, to be exact. She has more questions about her rescue of Audrey and this seems like the best time to track down the party bug and ask them. She refuses to be distracted by party games or treats, and when a balloon bobs in front of her, she bats it away.
Bobbing just a few feet behind, neon wings flickering with nerves, is Trudy's personal shadow, who has questions of her own. And she's had enough drinks (two, she's a lightweight, she's tipsy at two,) to make her a little braver than she normally would be. She should've taken the hint from Pocket's entry, but the lack of information just makes her more stubborn. She wants to know what happened to her. And she wants to go back. She can't quite meet Trudy's level of stonefaced professionalism. But she bobs on resolutely through the sky. There's popcorn in that balloon, but she flies around it anyway.
"When you talk to her." She murmurs at Trudy's ear, "Do you want me to wait behind? Does it matter?
She should've thought about this before insisting on tagging along, perhaps, but it's the thought that counts.
"No, you shouldn't wait behind. You know more about the matter than I do, you were there." Audrey is Trudy's friend, but she isn't simply trying to be polite. She'll always put practicality over manners. "We'll be direct. She can't be as evasive in person as she was on the journal. Even if she is, that tells us something on its own, doesn't it?"
Being direct is scarier than anything else, but she thinks that Trudy's right. Probably. Trudy's a lot smarter than Audrey is, on the best of days. She'd promised Pocket a gift, and she'd come with one-just a little costume necklace that she took from Spellunking. There's a sparkly, iridescent pendant that reminds her of her favorite partybug. She feels guilty that it's a bribe, but...it's a bribe.
"It does." She acquiesces. "I got her...a thing. Maybe it'll put her in a good mood."
Wishful thinking, but sure.
Trudy and Audrey are on a Mission, and Then There's Kermie
"Oh my GOD," Kermie gasps, swinging in to interrupt the conversation and make grabby hands at the costume jewelry in Audrey's hands. "Did someone give you a mermaid pendant?"
Fred might have a rather impressive pair of wings this evening, but that doesn't stop her from feeling a jolt of adrenaline at every wobble as she moves along the squishy cloud surfaces. Still, she can't help but be curious and push back against all her flight tendencies. Like the world's slowest intrepid explorer, she's making her way to the open expanse of the skyway, one baby step at a time. There's a cat-eared Hello Kitty umbrella floating near her and somehow that's not weird at all. In fact, it turns out to be rather convenient because she stumbles right at the cloud's edge, and instead of using her Pocket-given wings, she lets out a loud yelp and grabs the umbrella as she falls into open sky.
For the amount of shrieking she's doing, you wouldn't think she's descending at a snail's pace.
Every flap of her wings sounds uncomfortably like tearing paper, but the way Freya has been throwing herself around suggests that she's not at all concerned about their potential fragility. (It's a Pocket party. She'll be fine!) So when Fred disappears with a wail, Freya immediately plunges off the side of the clouds after her best friend.
"Freddie, it's okay! You've got wings!" Freya reminds her, hanging upside down in midair. This may be because she hasn't quite got the hang of staying upright yet.
Fred doesn't have nearly the same trust in Pocket. At least, by the way she's acting, there's certain death at the end of this sluggish plunge.
Freya's reminder doesn't immediately sink in, but the sight of Fred's upside down best friend does. She scrambles for her, taking hold of her arm, and this is all quite easily done despite the exaggerated effort behind it. "Freya!" she yelps, and with the reassuring connection now made, the rest of her words sink in and Fred pumps her own wings once, then twice. Sunflower petals scatter as she slowly rises again, and again. She's not letting Freya go. "This party is soooooooo dangerous."
"I know, isn't it brilliant?" is Freya's response, her eyes gleaming. It's possible she has a different definition of dangerous than Fred. (In Freya's opinion, a little danger = fun!!)
She pats Fred's hand reassuringly and adds, "Don't worry, I won't let you fall! Ooh, maybe you could try out one of those whirligig thingies?" She gestures to a nearby flying contraption. It seems more buoyant than an umbrella?
Flying is tiring, especially when you've had a decent amount to drink, so Holland is taking a break on one of the curious flying contraptions that's essentially a low-backed bench for two with some weird spirals shooting out the top. She's got no idea how it works, but it's comfortable, and it's fun to have her feet dangling off into the sky, sipping something sweet and alcoholic from an ornate teacup. She's a little flushed, but she doesn't have a mirror so she's none the wiser and thus isn't distressed about others seeing her looking slightly less than perfect.
Val giggles as she leans into Holland, whose cheeks are especially pink. All the flying's done little to miss Val's hair, which is worn loose and perfectly windswept. Always looking decent is a luxury Val barely remembers she has.
"To us!" She taps her own dainty tea cup against Holland's with a little tink. "And, like, to a new year."
Holland clinks her cup to Val's with a bright smile, even though she very nearly sloshes its contents off into the sky. This near mishap causes her to giggle as she takes a long sip, after which she adjusts herself so that she can rest her head on the other girl's shoulder.
"We absolutely deserve a cheers. And I have a good feeling about the new year. Don't you?"
There's brooms here. Plenty of them. Quite a few are arguably nicer than the one Eddy flies. A couple Quigleys. Broom tuneup's always been one of his interests. It reminds him of a long, long time ago, tagging along after his dad to the race course. He'd listen to him and the other pit crew members talk about the finer points of broom racing and maintenance while they worked. Until his dad didn't work there anymore.
Eddy's got a pair of wings though, so he doesn't really need a broom now. Or he wouldn't if the damn things would stop tickling him whenever he flapped them. He slides onto one of the brooms, to test the balance, or to just take a break from the tickling, and pushes off into the open sky.
"Do you practice even during parties?" asks a possibly familiar voice from below, tone full of hushed awe.
Hawthorne Quackenbush, riding an umbrella like a broom, swoops up beside Eddy and is only a little inelegant in execution. He's pretty sure this is how he's supposed to use the umbrella, at least. And no one has corrected or ridiculed him thus far. "That's dedication. Do I need to practice, too?"
Eddy pulls his broom to the side to give his company space. That's a general instinct when anyone approaches suddenly, and not because calamity often trails behind Hawthorne. Not that he doesn't keep an extra eye out for trouble when the boy and his siblings are around.
He'd like to object, but Eddy even studies at parties. Sometimes. No wonder Wyatt calls him a nerd.
The smile he fixes on Hawthorne is a little bemused as he carries on his side of the conversation inside his head. Should probably fix that, he realizes. "Sure. See if you can keep up." And then he's darting off, pressing low against his broom, the various strange contraptions floating around becoming a makeshift obstacle course.
A surprised yelp unbecoming of anyone, let alone someone on a sports team built around people who fly brooms, issues forth from Hawthorne a bit like an air horn when Eddy jets off. At first, he watches, a bit awed, which gives the junior varsity captain a considerable lead, but he remembers that he, too, is supposed to be going and he jets off.
Unfortunately, for Hawthorne, he is a Quackenbush, and a bright blue balloon flies right in his flight path. Through what must be divine providence, the blue balloon pops and the contents — lemon meringue pie — splatter across Hawthorne's face, hair and clothes. Still, he manages to catch up with Eddy, keeping apace at least for the moment. He gestures at the glob of lemon curd on his cheek. "Would you like some?"
How quickly Hawthorne manages to catch up is a pleasant surprise, but then Eddy has to do a double take at his pie covered companion. That didn't take long. He grimaces at the offer and shakes his head. How the kid - Eddy, he's like six months younger than you - manages to stay so upbeat is a mystery to him. Guess there's little choice other than rolling with the punches.
He slows momentarily, having to dodge the wing of an unmanned flying dragon contraption moving past, and resists the urge to reach out and wipe Hawthorne's face clean. Brows furrowed at the mess, he says, "Thought we got you goggles." As if that somehow would have helped anything.
"Hm," Hawthorne grabs the largest gob off his face and tosses it aside, the projectile surely hitting someone flying around behind or beneath the two of them, then he licks his hand. "We did. Maybe I should start bringing my goggles to parties?"
He furrows his brow, though it's hard to tell because his face is 50% meringue, and dips low suddenly to avoid colliding with a helicopter. He swoops back up, shedding lemon, pie crust and cream the whole wile. "I don't know that I'd wear them right off the bat, though. Not fashionable enough."
THE SKYWAY: Aerial dogfight between Scarlett and Merlin
In Scarlett's (possibly inflated) opinion, she's a natural at flying, whether that's on a broom or with these sleek new wings of hers. Tucking her arms in close, she does some loops and rolls, the rush of blood bringing a giddy flush to her cheeks.
Rising up higher, she hovers as she surveys the scene below her, feeling a little like a bird of prey herself. And with that thought comes a deliciously wicked plan. Scanning for a target, she spots a flash of pink, and before she can overthink it (or even, you know, think at all) she folds her wings in and plummets down towards Merlin.
THE SKYWAY: Aerial dogfight between Scarlett and Merlin
While Merlin has equally high opinions of his natural flying prowess, that pride doesn't protect him from the unexpected attack from above. Already midair himself, flying along at a quick but constant speed as he becomes accustomed to the wings, Scarlett is able to successfully tackle him and send them both dropping several feet closer to the cloudy ground.
With a yelp of surprised protest, he turns in the air and pushes her away with force and a glare that softens a bit when he sees who almost knocked him out of the sky. Oh, it's on now. Refocusing his efforts, he takes off after Scarlett.
THE SKYWAY: Aerial dogfight between Scarlett and Merlin
Scarlett can't help cackling with glee when she collides with Merlin, and although his reaction is not unexpected, she's too amused to resist his shove. Using that momentum to do a backflip, she climbs back into the air with broad beats of her wings. A quick glance over her shoulder confirms that Merlin is following her.
"Catch me if you can," she calls back, thrilled by the thought of some aerial roughhousing and knowing he won't go easy on her.
THE SKYWAY: Aerial dogfight between Scarlett and Merlin
This taunt works as expected, further riling up Merlin who utters an sharp huff and flies after Scarlet, shouting in return, "You're going down...!" While he's putting on a display of irritation and his competitive instincts are fully piqued, it's fairly clear that he's enjoying the rush of the experience too. The adrenaline and the feeling of cutting unhindered through the air and all the rest are what's always drawn him to Quidditch, after all. And now he gets to do it with dragon wings. Even he couldn't complain about that without some serious effort.
THE SKYWAY: Aerial dogfight between Scarlett and Merlin
"Actually I'm going up," Scarlett yells back. As a youngest sibling, she has honed to perfection the art of being pedantically irritating.
Not wanting to give Merlin the chance to catch her up, so she can later claim that she was faster, she pulls off a tight U-turn and heads straight for him, a hawk playing chicken.
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THE SKYWAY
Trudy is on a Mission (Open)
Trudy and Audrey are on a Mission
"When you talk to her." She murmurs at Trudy's ear, "Do you want me to wait behind? Does it matter?
She should've thought about this before insisting on tagging along, perhaps, but it's the thought that counts.
Trudy and Audrey are on a Mission
Trudy and Audrey are on a Mission
"It does." She acquiesces. "I got her...a thing. Maybe it'll put her in a good mood."
Wishful thinking, but sure.
Trudy and Audrey are on a Mission, and Then There's Kermie
THE SKYWAY: Fred & Open
For the amount of shrieking she's doing, you wouldn't think she's descending at a snail's pace.
THE SKYWAY: Fred & Freya
"Freddie, it's okay! You've got wings!" Freya reminds her, hanging upside down in midair. This may be because she hasn't quite got the hang of staying upright yet.
THE SKYWAY: Fred & Freya
Freya's reminder doesn't immediately sink in, but the sight of Fred's upside down best friend does. She scrambles for her, taking hold of her arm, and this is all quite easily done despite the exaggerated effort behind it. "Freya!" she yelps, and with the reassuring connection now made, the rest of her words sink in and Fred pumps her own wings once, then twice. Sunflower petals scatter as she slowly rises again, and again. She's not letting Freya go. "This party is soooooooo dangerous."
THE SKYWAY: Fred & Freya
She pats Fred's hand reassuringly and adds, "Don't worry, I won't let you fall! Ooh, maybe you could try out one of those whirligig thingies?" She gestures to a nearby flying contraption. It seems more buoyant than an umbrella?
Holland & Val
Holland & Val
"To us!" She taps her own dainty tea cup against Holland's with a little tink. "And, like, to a new year."
Holland & Val
"We absolutely deserve a cheers. And I have a good feeling about the new year. Don't you?"
THE SKYWAY: Eddy & Hawthorne
Eddy's got a pair of wings though, so he doesn't really need a broom now. Or he wouldn't if the damn things would stop tickling him whenever he flapped them. He slides onto one of the brooms, to test the balance, or to just take a break from the tickling, and pushes off into the open sky.
THE SKYWAY: Eddy & Hawthorne
Hawthorne Quackenbush, riding an umbrella like a broom, swoops up beside Eddy and is only a little inelegant in execution. He's pretty sure this is how he's supposed to use the umbrella, at least. And no one has corrected or ridiculed him thus far. "That's dedication. Do I need to practice, too?"
THE SKYWAY: Eddy & Hawthorne
He'd like to object, but Eddy even studies at parties. Sometimes. No wonder Wyatt calls him a nerd.
The smile he fixes on Hawthorne is a little bemused as he carries on his side of the conversation inside his head. Should probably fix that, he realizes. "Sure. See if you can keep up." And then he's darting off, pressing low against his broom, the various strange contraptions floating around becoming a makeshift obstacle course.
THE SKYWAY: Eddy & Hawthorne
Unfortunately, for Hawthorne, he is a Quackenbush, and a bright blue balloon flies right in his flight path. Through what must be divine providence, the blue balloon pops and the contents — lemon meringue pie — splatter across Hawthorne's face, hair and clothes. Still, he manages to catch up with Eddy, keeping apace at least for the moment. He gestures at the glob of lemon curd on his cheek. "Would you like some?"
THE SKYWAY: Eddy & Hawthorne
He slows momentarily, having to dodge the wing of an unmanned flying dragon contraption moving past, and resists the urge to reach out and wipe Hawthorne's face clean. Brows furrowed at the mess, he says, "Thought we got you goggles." As if that somehow would have helped anything.
THE SKYWAY: Eddy & Hawthorne
He furrows his brow, though it's hard to tell because his face is 50% meringue, and dips low suddenly to avoid colliding with a helicopter. He swoops back up, shedding lemon, pie crust and cream the whole wile. "I don't know that I'd wear them right off the bat, though. Not fashionable enough."
THE SKYWAY: Aerial dogfight between Scarlett and Merlin
Rising up higher, she hovers as she surveys the scene below her, feeling a little like a bird of prey herself. And with that thought comes a deliciously wicked plan. Scanning for a target, she spots a flash of pink, and before she can overthink it (or even, you know, think at all) she folds her wings in and plummets down towards Merlin.
THE SKYWAY: Aerial dogfight between Scarlett and Merlin
With a yelp of surprised protest, he turns in the air and pushes her away with force and a glare that softens a bit when he sees who almost knocked him out of the sky. Oh, it's on now. Refocusing his efforts, he takes off after Scarlett.
THE SKYWAY: Aerial dogfight between Scarlett and Merlin
"Catch me if you can," she calls back, thrilled by the thought of some aerial roughhousing and knowing he won't go easy on her.
THE SKYWAY: Aerial dogfight between Scarlett and Merlin
THE SKYWAY: Aerial dogfight between Scarlett and Merlin
Not wanting to give Merlin the chance to catch her up, so she can later claim that she was faster, she pulls off a tight U-turn and heads straight for him, a hawk playing chicken.