[OTA...ish] Ground Control to Major Tom...

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

The idea had come to him, honestly, after passing a hobby store on his way back to the Castle from his 'weekend off.' Model rockets. He'd built them and set them off as a boy in Tel Aviv - there'd been a part of the backyard that had permanently been scarred from it, and it was probably the reason he initially ended up in explosives when he entered the IDF - and sometimes it had been the best way to deal with...things. In his case the things had been less an excess of death, and more an excess of his mother's personal kind of living. But it'd also been the 1980s and 1990s in Israel. Actual war with the Arab World was always on the brink, and guerrilla war was always a reality. Sometimes a boy just had to blow off some steam.

Sometimes a girl did too.

He'd taken Eileen back to the store and they'd picked out the rocket they'd wanted, and they'd holed up a couple of times this week together to put it together in the Ace's office, but actual launch had to wait until after the paintball tournament on Saturday, and so late Sunday evening, Elisha picked a good distant spot on the Club grounds.

No need to alert the guards, after all.

[ooc: For Eileen, but open to anyone who wants to watch science at work.]

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[lowtohigh.livejournal.com]

She has a million questions. She has a million details she wants to work through. She has a million improvements buzzing on the tip of her tongue to ask about.

But she'll let herself be distracted by the newest arrival long enough to just settle for one of the brightest smiles she's had in a while.

"You missed the best part, Mr Kahl. You've to come earlier next time."

[theloudestroar.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, y'did miss the launch." Lexa looks up from peering at the rocket to shrug at the other man. "It was pretty nice. It'll be better next time, though, s'don't worry." As soon as they're done with this physics shit or whatever.