Joel glances over his shoulder at Lucky and he smiles a little bit amusedly, lips twisting a bit at the edges. "I know what I'm getting into," he reassures, "And I guess just how much of a terrible influence remains to be seen." Looking over toward Sid he asks, "A name? And no, I can't say as I ever had.. but there's a first time for everything. Show me the way to lunch!"
"Rookie mistake," Lucky teases. "Asking the Dusk to lead you into something. It'll probably be a suicide mission. You'll learn." Though he does look at Sid and consider. "Name, huh? I don't suppose Jiminy Cricket is acceptable? He seems like the type to make us -think- before we act. Which I -guess- is okay, so long as it doesn't happen too often." At the hang glider, he says, "What's there to it? Grab on, jump off, hang on, hope you survive the landing. Easy peasy."
The Satyr cracked a shark grin fixing his sunglasses into place. "Yeah State speaks to that from experience. Follow the Dusk they said. See the sights they said." The stuntman pulled up one of the hang gliders and went over the functions in brief" where your hands go, where your feet go, how your emergency plan works, how to disengage from the apparatus, steering aaaaaand oh yeah, stopping! Yeah stopping might be good. He paused and looked at them, "You got this. You get in trouble yell 'aaaah'." The grin was infectious. He could get anyone hyped about anything. As he was all strapped in the man in the white tux also known as Mr. Church took off running and sprung into a launch aiming up first and started coasting into the valley. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
Joel raises a brow and says, "You're presuming that I'm concerned about being lead into a potential suicide mission." He gives Lucky just a little nudge with his shoulder in amusement and then looks back over toward Sid to listen to the quick-reference guide to hang gliding. He gives Lucky another little bump and says, "Come on. Let's do this." And with that, he follows after Sid, heading over to get himself strapped in and then he too is taking off after the Satyr and launching himself into the air, for better or for worse.
Lucky blinks as the other two just... take off. "How the -fuck- am I the last one on to this thing?" He shakes his head, grabs the contraption, and takes a running leap with it, calling out after them, "You sonsofbitches had better not start without me!"
Church yelled back "Well these swans on benches will see you at the boat!" And there he was cackling like a madman. Sometimes all it took to make a Dusk happy was to throw them at the earth in guided terminal velocity. Glee, nothing but pure glee was to be found when one was falling to the earth hundred and hundreds of feet above it with the wind ripping through one's hair while wearing a $700 tuxedo and having a kite strapped to one's ass protecting them from death. Just a bit of nylon and an aluminium bar. Totally safe. The valley of Vermont was just breathtaking when trees looked like broccoli tops and the river looked like a blueberry ribbon through the landscape. Even the industrial areas gave away to looking a bit more majestic up here. Aside from the wind it was sunny and peaceful, and they were the chaos tearing through it like a comet. In the distance there appeared a dot on the water. A pretty sizable dot.
There's a genuine laugh from Joel at Lucky's exclamation, and then he's following Sid (not hard, with the white tux and hang glider and all) down from the roof and across the valley, winding through it on the currents of air that keep him aloft. For a while he's just silent, taking it in with a kind of exuberant awe. He experiments a little with tilting this way and that to course-correct, as trees and people rush by below. Gradually though, the descent begins and the river begins to grow wider, and that dot begins to grow larger on the horizon.
Lucky ... isn't so lucky. The device is difficult to use at the best of times, and he happened to start late enough that the breeze isn't with him, like it is with the others. He manages to hold on, naturally, but steering? That's not so much happening. The boat approaches, little by little, that speck growing bigger, but it's becoming abundantly clear to anyone watching that Lucky isn't -quite- going to hit that mark, more likely to land somewhere in the water beside it. Which doesn't seem to be bothering the Dawn in the slightest, given his grin.
Sid had a sick way of making everything look easy, but to be fair this was his element. The man made himself a branded enterprise of jumping off things, not dying, and proving it was fun. Kids do not do this at home. Now to be fair he wasn't aiming for the boat, but for the dock it was anchored to. That's the... Guys? He unhooked his feet and dropped them down like landing gear and smoothly crunched and dropped to a jogging departure. He unhooked himself efficiently like he'd reached White Castle and turned to clear out of the way when... nope they were not headed his way. He couldn't help but laugh, "Oh fish" and started to jog the shoreline where they were coming down.
It all seemed to be going so well. That was until some sort of cross-breeze hit as he got closer to the water, and Joel's inexperience bit him in the ass. Or more appropriately, dunked him in the river. He pitched forward suddenly at an odd angle and in an attempt to drag himself back on course, veered sharply and... splash. The hang glider and Joel both ended up butter-side-down in the water. Fortunately, not so deep as the current would drag him under, but deep enough that he comes up on the other side of the hang glider, spitting river water out and sputtering.
Lucky lands not far away from where Joel is, though he at least manages to disengage from the contraption and hit the water in a somewhat smoother dive. He comes up laughing, swimming over to Joel as he pushes wet hair out of his face, treading water in what was once a nice tux. "Not bad for a first timer!" he tells the man, eyes gleaming as he searches the shore for Sid. "YOU MISSED," he calls to the Satyr. "You're all the way over there!"
Sid was focused on Joel right now offering a faint grin "Yeah I know. I suck. Get to Joel. He might need help unhooking. I kinda prefer him not drowning." He hopped up on the boat and dug out one of the buoys from the side and slung it out there with the rope attached aiming for 'near' not 'at'. The situation didn't seem dire yet at least. Calm heads prevailed and all. "Ya know, Every time you get near a boat you land in the water. Luck? You know how boats work right?"
Joel can't help but laugh a bit once he manages to get his breath. "Yeah, yeah," he says with a bit of a wry smirk. "Let's get these things out of the water." He gives Sid the thumbs-up to indicate that he was okay and not in need of the buoy at the moment, or a life preserver. He just needed a little help getting the hang glider out of the water. But it doesn't take too long with all three of them to get both out and onto shore, where Joel looks down at his tux and says, "Well.. I hope this wasn't dry clean only."
Lucky snorts. "Yeahhhh. No. You ever tried to drag a great big sail out of -water-? It has enough force to keep you afloat in -air-. In water, it's gonna drag you down the beach. Those things are gooooone." Lucky's is already floating downstream, a sodden, soggy tribute to their short aerial adventure. "Come on," he tells Joel with a laugh. "Sid either planned ahead for this, and there's a change of clothes waiting, or we're all gettin' nekkid. Should be entertaining either way!" Unlike Joel, however, Lucky pulls himself up onto the little donut thing, relaxing as best he can on the tiny, not quite that buoyant device. "Driver, take it away."
Sid kept an eye on Joel and worked on reeling in Lucky. He grinned ear to ear and started laughing. "Hey Joel check it, I caught a card shark" Ooooh he was proud of that one.He floated Lucky back to the docks and went by taking down his hang glider first to load it onto the boat. "Gentlemen, and fish, we have food on the boat down in the cabin. Help me get up the lines and we'll take off." It wasn't a cruise ship but there was a very nice cabin down below, and party seating and affixed tables on the back. There was a steering deck up a short flight of steps above the cabin, and if one was careful they'd make it out to the long deck up front. He had taste and a nose for opportunity.
Joel eventually, his attempts to haul the hang glider out of the water proving fruitless, he gives up on that idea and concedes to the loss. He makes his way out of the water and eventually onto the boat, snickering a little bit at Sid's joke, because it was a pretty good one. "Uh huh," he says as he hops onboard and takes a look around. The shoes come off first, and then the jacket and tie since everything is soaked, and drips his way on down to the cabin to take a look at what food might be found.
Lucky follows suit, stripping down to everything but a pair of boxer trunks. -Some- decency was maintained. The tux gets tossed in a garbage bag, the better to keep it from dripping, mildew issues be damned. Sid can always buy him a new one if the need arises. "Yeah, but unlike other sharks, I only take chunks out of your bank account," Lucky chimes back in return. "Non lethal, but certainly more dangerous." He flashes Sid a wink, following Joel downstairs while asking, "Where are we hiding the booze? I can't eat on a sober stomach."
"Gold diggin-" That was a goddamit but the topical nature of it kinda cracked him up and he said, "Well aint' that the financedtruth? S'alright if you can't enjoy it what's the point. Grab a hanger and hang it on deckside. It'll dry off. Everything's down in the cabin." He nudged Lucky's hip with his before hopping up to the upper deck. Who needed a ladder? Not a goat. Downstairs there was two coolers and a plugged in mini fridge that was stocked and bowls of fresh fruit from grapes to tine orange and a pomegranate. Yup. Sid pre-planned. Exploring the cabin there were also duffel bags packed, tagged and a towel under each. Sneaky Satyr. And boat captain now. The engine thrummed to life and they were smoothly pulling away from the dock down the river.
Finding a hangar, Joel finishes stripping down to his boxers and hangs up the tux carefully to dry before hanging it out. Then he ducks down into the cabin to find the towel and duffel bags. The towel is grabbed and tucked underneath him for comfort and dryness as he plucks an orange from the bowl and begins to peel it, but only after grabbing a drink from within the fridge as well, settling himself down there. "Man, you really planned this whole thing out," he says to Sid with a grin. "Nice."
"Planning might be a bit of an overstatement of the facts," Lucky tells him. "Mostly, we just... sort of saw an opportunity and capitalized on it." He offers a little shrug, grabbing a beer and sitting down without bothering with a towel. A little water never hurt any italian leather, surely. That's why it costs so much. "We were just sort of banking on you showing up and everything not blowing up in our faces. He was pretty sure it would. I thought it would be fine." Naturally.
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