3rd Reckoning

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

[Tiffany appears on the plane, her eyes shut tightly. Her entire body is shaking and she can't walk straight. She happens to open her eyes while looking down and lets out a shriek, stumbling backwards and falling onto her back. She groans, more in annoyance than anything else, and tentatively opens her eyes to stare at the swirling stars and galaxies above her.]

Get a grip... I've been here before... I won't fall through...

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[D: WINGED CHILD IS WORRIED.] Are you okay?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

No! I'm fine! I'm just... afraid of the ground. [Topic change!] Why do you have wings?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[ D:! ] Maybe you should close your eyes. We can find somewhere with another kind of floor.

Oh, um. It's an experiment.

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

... That sounds like a good idea. [Deep breathe. She closes her eyes and pushes herself up.]

The same as Crowley's and the angel's? I didn't know you were one too.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Moves forward and takes her hand.] Um. I'm not. I guess the experiment is that I am now.

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

[She'll be following Henrietta's lead now. BTW, she's still a little shaken.] Experiments can change what you are?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I guess. [Gives her hand a squeeze.] Ah, there. Theater is just a little farther.

[coil-legacy.livejournal.com]

Ah...are you alright?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

I'll be fine, I think... I need some rest.

[coil-legacy.livejournal.com]

Um...I know the floor is pretty scary but you do get used to it after awhile. [Trying to be encouraging.]

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know. Here's a warning, though: When they ask "Are you afraid of heights?", they don't mean things that are up really high. They mean being up really high.

[coil-legacy.livejournal.com]

Ah...but that's usually what the phrase means, right?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

I don't know! Nobody ever asked me that before.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Tiffany?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't even look over, keeping her eyes fixed on the stars overhead.]

Hello, Crowley.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

What's happened?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

An uncomfortable flight.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[This gives him pause; he seems to remember her not even knowing what a car is, let alone a plane...]

What kind of flight?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Broomstick. What else flies that could carry a person? Not all of us can grow wings out of our backs, you know.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[frowns and bends down close to her] Not a fan of heights, eh?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

People should be clearer of what they mean when they say "heights."

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Good point. Space isn't really high or low, exactly. ...What's wrong, then?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Well, today was the first day I've been so far off the ground that if I fell I'd run out of breathe screaming before the rocks and trees had the chance to strip the flesh off of my body. [Her voice got squeaky at the end there.]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor is surprised by the drama of this statement] That's...quite high, yes. Flying?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

[It was traumatizing! D8] Yes! Have you ever ridden a broomstick? It's not fun!