saveourearth | Raise a Glass

[She's about to bugger off when he finally seems to be done. The only reason why she hasn't yet is that she's staring at the sky now and wondering if she should fly onto that tree.

Obviously she should be able to, right? All children can fly. (Guess who also ate from the cake.)]

What do I get for bringing you a drink?

(Jim will panic... so much if she starts to levitate.)

How about...... mmmmmore sweets?

I can get you so many sweets. I have adult money, and it's so great.

Uh huh and will you have forgotten about that when you're sober again?

[...

WAIT]

Where are you?

[SHE'S GONNA MAKE HIM SIGN A PROMISE OF SWEETS.]

Young lady I'll put it in my phone, Hey, Siri! Hey, remind me to get sweets.

I'm on the Grass, on the green grass by the green? On the green?

Yes.

I'll come!

[She knows how to nick some booze out of the Hive's storage area. No problem at all.

And she'll just... drop off the side of this cliff and fly there.

Yup, no issue here.

................................

The issue arises some minutes later when she's managed to levitate some distance along the cliffs and along the dark coastline and gets stuck in one of the rides on the Pier.]

.......I'm stuck.

Wait what?

Stuck where?

Stuck how??

????

Child! How stuck?

In the side of the

[...]

Helter Skelter?

Or the rollercoaster.

One of the two. Something next to the bouncy castle.

In? In the Helter Skelter?

I'm... Okay I'm gonna come and get you.

Okay.

[there's the sound of psycial struggle, and of him falling back onto the floor a couple of times, and then eventually of slightly laboured breath. Ten or so minutes later, a very wobbly, very confused Jim arrives at the pier. In a stroke of genius, he brings his phone up to his ear so it looks like he's talking to someone, not just thin air.]

Alright, where are you. Helteryskeltery wise.

[She yells.

It's... kind of torn away from her lips, but she also disentangles one arm from where she's clinging to the steel beams of the roller coaster and waves. Plus she's wearing a bright yellow jacket so that might help with locating her.]

Far up!

Oh. Oh Jeeze okay this is going to be fucking difficult.

Okay.

~~How the fuck~~-

Jim does, of course, what any decent person would do, and picks the access gate to the Helter Skelter as soon as no-one's looking. Thanks, number, he guesses.

The ladder up is thankfully well positioned, if not a little bit rusted, but still fine. There's a harness line dangling from the top and really, that would be a really, really giid idea. He doesn't have the equipment to put it on, but he figures if he clips it onto his belt he'll be fine.

The climb up is a fucking experience, what with his vision swirling and his sense of balance taking a nosedive every five seconds, but eventually he gets up to Kitty's level.

"This is not what I was expecting, Kitty. Can you grab onto me from here? How did you even?? No nevermind. Ground time first, please." He reaches his hand out to her as the otherone grips very, very tightly to the rungs.

"...And what are you holding onto?" She peers over at him, absolutely not sure if she dares to climb down there. Or have Jim climb down there with her on his back, or something. Was that the plan? That sounds like a bad plan even to her fuzzy brain.

"This ladder, I think. But also this?" He grabs onto the harness line and shakes it, showing her that it's actually connected to several safety lines up the roller-coaster.

"You manages to float up here, right? Can you float again but just hold onto me?" That makes sense for him. "I can also carry you but it'll be real slow." His voice is starting to slur into the southern american drawl he grew up with, and it's getting more pronounced by the second.

Edibles, man.

"Of course I can float. All children can float," ...she says all high and mightily.

And then makes the mistake of peering down.

And clings harder to the part of the construction that she's holding on to. "And you sound funny!" she accuses, because that's connected to anything.

"What? Are you crazy? Exactly no children can float! Except for you, but you're an outlier and I don't know how to take that yet so-" Ah shit, she looked down. This is going to be so difficult.

"Okay, You got me, I sound funny. But I also have a way down." He extends his hand to her as fully as he can without compromising his own position, holding out a rope on the safety harness to her.

"Well I'm a child, so either all children can float or not.

And I'm not going to try if it's not sure if I can. Especially if I have to let go of this for it.

That'd be stupid."

"You're stupid," she adds after a moment of deliberation and staring down intently.

"I'll be banking on the fact that you're the only child than can float, I think," He says, allowing himself to roll his eyes even in the perilous situation they're in.

"But you know what, you managed to get up here somehow. I bet it's because you just had another hollow feeling, right? That means whatever it is you're remembering, you did remember how to float. So you can do that. I bet you're the only one who can, that's gotta be pretty cool, huh?"

Dear god he's hoping he's right. He doesn't want to be cajoling a child to literally jump to her death. He just needs her to jump to him, and any amount of floating that can help bridge the gap is a bonus. Please dear God.

"Why should I be different from anyone else?

The children in Peter Pan can fly, too," she points out after a moment. "My current parents have lots of Disney DVDs, so I KNOW that."

At least that slight tangent puts her in the right mindset to be convinced that she can float, and she ends up rising slightly with the parts of her that aren't clinging to the roller coaster.

Jim decides that, no, He's not going to shatter Kitty's worldview just yet.

"You know what, you probably know a lot more about flying children than me. All I got is science. Who else can fly?" He's watching her slowly rise off the temporary scaffolding, and hopefully, he's not just tripping the fuck out.

"Uh." Her body hovers, not rising any further but not going back down, either. "Powerman! ...But he's not a child. So maybe sometimes adults can fly too," she admits. "And the children that fly around... around. I read a book. About children. In Sweden. And they could all fly at night. So all Swedish children can fly at night."

"Yeah. Do you think it's night-time in Sweden right now?" What in the ever-loving shit is coming out of his mouth??!!??

"I bet it is. Daylight savings and all that. I bet if you tried real hard you could float all the way to the floor without my help, huh?"

"It's probably night there right now.

...But Swedish children can only float sideways.

It's because of the horns, you know," she explains with an air of generosity about her, "they would float into things if they floated up."

Raise a Glass - Network [Voice]

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...oops please imagine she said "Paul Potter" instead

Harry Halfords.

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