MM: taking Maguire flying

[aimedforthemoon]

Outside, it is...raining. Hard. Not impossible to walk through, but the kind of weather where you'd get drenched within a couple of minutes unless you had the right clothes. They are obviously in a city, and a major one at that; although Cormond is built on the salt-flats, overpopulation has meant that people build up, and given one side of the street has no buildings, there is a wide view of the rest of the city.

The buildings themselves are built in a style that is both functional and stark at the same time as being organic - and very, very science-fiction looking. The science-fiction feel isn't helped by the airspeeders and the aliens mixed in with the humans.

"The port is just at the other end of the street," Esfir explains as they stand under the eaves.

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Maguire is summarily drenched within a couple of minutes, but does not seem to notice. He doesn't stare too badly - indeed, it's hard to, given the rain, not to mention what he's seen in his own world).

"Does it rain like this a lot, here?"

[aimedforthemoon]

(still, aliens)

"Never has before," Esfir comments with a sigh, walking quickly. "But been raining the entire time I've been here."

[mad-dog-maguire.livejournal.com]

(he's seen mummies and dragons and shapeshifters - it ain't so bad)

"Think it's trying to tell you something?" he asks, cheerfully.

[aimedforthemoon]

She rolls her eyes at that. Not that he can see, but the way her silence rests is probably indication enough.

"My luck, it'll be raining at Tyrena, too," she mutters, and then increases her pace. She leads him into the honeycombed complex of the spaceport. It's a quiet day, and a quiet time, but it still isn't quiet. Some of the doors are open, revealing various kinds of spacecraft, and others are closed.

Not too long later, she stops at a closed door and quickly keys in a code. Sliding open, the door shows an open space with the Baba Yaga sitting in the centre. An earlier model in the same line as the famous Millenium Falcon, her ship, well.

Looks it.

(The cockpit is on the top, though)

"My ship," she says, proudly.