Atheist Christmas Carol

[vandalization]

WHO: Van, Drift, Perceptor and Wing
WHERE: Starting at the Medbay
WHEN Backdating to Christmas day
WHAT: Celebrating a human holiday with three big derps.
WARNINGS: Vandal.



Wing had said he'd come pick her up, and she hadn't really questioned it. Any reason to be lifted out of her sickbed and anywhere, anywhere but here. She's been graduated to crutches, but still not really allowed outside without supervision.

Wing is just the supervision she needs.

Surprise or no, getting some company and getting out of the room is worth plenty.

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[winged_knight]

If she thought he was gentle with her usually, it's even more so now. He may not be verbally pampering her, but his every movement is as smooth and gentle as he can make it.

Wing let's out a little chuff of laughter, like a breathy giggle almost, in response to her question. Really. It'd probably be embarrassing if anyone else was watching. He'd been almost this excited to show Drift, but in Vandal's case, he'd made a promise to her months ago. One he's going to fulfill in the classiest way possible.

Well, plus some giggles.

While her attention is on the landscape, he falls gracefully into his alt mode behind her. Grav thrusters power on to settle his landing struts gently on the ground.

Vandal's probably had only a few opportunities to see the small jet close-up and never sitting still, but even so, there's an obvious difference. He's perhaps slightly larger in the forward fuselage, the sheen of pale translucent cobalt glass stretching over a much larger cockpit area.

It slides back to reveal a true cockpit, which, though not luxurious in terms of appointments or roominess that a larger Seeker might offer, does afford a certain invitingly plush comfort.

"I promised you something a while back, and there's parts of Haven you should see right now."

[vandalization]

The sound of one of these guys transforming is distinct. Not a sound she'd soon forget. She turns as he does, watching him slide and shift and become something else. She'd never really gotten a look at his alt-mode up close, so it's already a treat.

And then he opens up and she remembers now what he'd told her months ago.

"Oh fuck yes."

Yep. This is exciting now. And she's stumbling forward, stopping herself when she reaches him.

"Can I...?" As if she really needs to ask permission, but it's the semi-polite thing.

[winged_knight]

Vandal can't see him grinning but if the shift in the pitch of his engines is any indication Wing is quite pleased and excited.

"Hey take your time, I'm not going anywhere until you're ready." A soft rumble, something like a chuckle. "By all means."

He's definitely not as large as a fighter jet from Earth, and the cockpit maybe not quite as roomy, but that does likely make it a little easier for her to board without assistance.

[vandalization]

She takes a moment to run a hand over the sleek paneling, sliding her hands down the belly of the jet and gently testing the wings.

"Absolutely beautiful as ever, Wing." She gingerly manages to climb up and in, easing down into one of the seats.

Comfortable, of course. She settles in cozying down.

"You certainly didn't skimp, did you?"

oops discovering new kinks?

[winged_knight]

There's what you might call a shiver as that hand passes over his belly and wing. He's not exactly used to getting attention in his altmode. He's not exactly used to standing still in his altmode either, for that matter. The compliment only adds to the effect. "T-thank you."

She climbs into the only seat, actually. There's not room for much else, but it is comfortable yes. And that's not all. The instrumentation is more for show-and-tell than control, but below the vid screen there's something that looks rather like it might be music related.

"As best we could given the materials at hand, but yes." There's an unmistakable smirk in his voice. "Figured if i was going to do this, I should do it right."

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[vandalization]

Show and tell or not, that doesn't stop Vandal from touching just about everything she can reach. Sorry, Wing. She's still an engineer, so this is kind of her thing.

"Well you certainly did it with style," She says, leaning back and relaxing.

"I'm ready whenever you are, big fella."

Do you want me to just summarize the trip in a tag or two?

[winged_knight]

She doesn't have to apologize, the fact that it makes her so happy is absolutely worth it. They're close so she can feel free to fondle whatever she likes.

There's definitely a stereo there, though he opts not to use it yet. This trip is one that requires narration.

"Just strap yourself in please? Not that I'll be doing anything that might really warrant it, but I'd feel better knowing you're that much safer." Now you have to forgive him, you're his first passenger and he adores you. Plus, you're a little bit fragile right now.

The cockpit slides closed and he lifts off, grav thrusters doing most of the work to keep it smooth, until he's clear of the building and his nacelles whine into higher gear, audible even in the sound dampened cockpit. He takes off then in the direction of the first of Haven's decorated Christmas trees.

That works!

[vandalization]

"You're the boss," She says, obeying him and strapping herself in snugly.

It's definitely a rush just feeling him take off. Downright wonderful in fact. She's already grinning about as wide as she can manage.

She'd tell him to go faster, but she's not going to push her luck today. Still a bit tender here and there. Just being able to ride Wing is reward enough.