Jun 03, 2010 17:59
[palm trees and sand, clear skies...the babble of tourists. It seems like someone's just arrived on the planet. The Guide shows a low view of everything, including a pair of jeans and sneakers that belong to the person holding it. She weaves through the crowd like an expert, dodging other people and sales pitches, until the noise eventually fades behind her. She's headed for somewhere quieter, out of sight.]
[Then the video jerks, and those who can identify it hear the rustle of feathers and air. The view shifts rapidly, speeding up through the treetops, then above them, the spot where Max burst through the leaves wavering a little below. Now the whole resort can be seen, quickly becoming smaller and smaller as she gains altitude, the clear water sparkling below.]
[(one of the giant crabs shakes a claw in her general direction, as if to say "DAMN YOUUUUU!")]
[Well, brace yourselves for the next part. Pregnant women and people with weak stomachs should probably turn off their Guides. She does a few rolls and dips in midair, letting out a shout of pure exuberance. She hasn't gotten to speed through open sky like this since she arrived on the ship. A few minutes of this, and then without warning the water is suddenly growing much closer. Very fast. There's the faint sound of air whistling past. 500 feet, 200...50, 40, 30, 10--just as it seems a fatal impact with the water is imminent, there's a snap as she thrusts open her wings and pulls sharply out of the dive, swooping upwards again.]
[a girl's delighted laughter rings through the air before the video ends.]
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