<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/kPul1Qb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cyclops (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918911#msg12918911)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the sky, co-pilot’s seat<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 7th, evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan (closed)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black leather flight suit and visor. Hair is down around shoulders.<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem is flying the blackbird. She feels at peace, the most peaceful she’s ever felt. So comfortable, she wants to talk.<br/><hr/><em>‘Does he think I’m nervous?’ </em>Salem might have been nervous to some extent for this training session. But flying the plane was the easy part. Being around Logan was the nerve-racking part. She had been having wild dreams, and he had been in them. She didn’t know what that meant. But Logan was becoming some kind of father-figure-sex-symbol-memory-of-the-past- having amalgamation of roles in her mind.<br/><br/>Salem had a subtle mutation in the way that her brain functioned. There was a geometrical gift in the language centers, it was almost like she could speak math. Visualizing the way that the physical world acted upon the craft that she and Logan were flying was of incredible ease for her. Salem didn’t know it, but she probably could have flown this plane without any training at all. With the addition of Logan’s training, she was unbelievably prepared.<br/><br/>So when he asked her if she was ready, she looked over at him with some confusion hidden behind her visor.<strong> “Yeah…”</strong>The confusion came out in her tone, almost like she was embarrassed for Logan to have asked her that question.<strong>“I’m ready.”</strong><br/><br/>Either Logan’s training was incredible, or Salem was a natural pilot. She left the space in her mind for both of these things to be true. She felt like she’d done this before, not just sit in a pilot’s chair, not just flying, not just a moment of deja vu, but all of it. It was an odd sensation, this feeling of familiarity. There were chills crawling up her spine as Logan handed the control over to her. And the plane responded as well. She could feel the weight of the stick pull against her hands as the stick was given control of the plane.<br/><br/>It felt like she had just slipped on her favorite shoes.<br/><br/>Salem felt more comfortable in the actual cockpit then she had ever felt in the simulations. There was something tactile about it that she liked. She’d played video games about driving a car before, but it was always harder for her to play those games well than it was to actually drive. This was similar. She could feel the minor turbulence as it shook softly over the wing. She could feel the power of the vehicle holding her tightly against her chair.<br/><br/><strong>“10-4”</strong>Logan had given her full control. He had checked all of the instruments, but she hadn’t done the same thing herself. Once she was in control she felt the need to do more.<strong>“North it is.” </strong>They were already headed north. Salem’s crimson coated eyes flashed over the gauges and displays.<strong>“Temperatures are even. Fuel is at eighty-three percent. Power levels show even distribution.”</strong>Salem’s hand hovered over a switch that would give the Blackbird more speed. She moved her hand away and looked over to Logan.<br/><br/><strong>“Gently, North…”</strong>She smiled, in training, efficiently traveling at high speeds was sort of hammered into her. So, when Logan told her to go gently, that hadn’t registered right away.<strong>“We’re a little low.” </strong>She mentioned in general, these Blackbirds were only a few steps away from being spaceships. She knew their altitude could go up. But she would wait for instructions.<strong>“Let me know if you want me to increase our speed.”</strong><br/><br/>She had it level, even, her control over the stick was something she hadn’t expected. She felt some turbulence over the right wing again. It was bugging her.<strong>“Hrmph.” </strong>She grunted to herself and checked over her right shoulder as if she could see the wing. There were some autopilot instruments engaged, controlling the flaps on the wings, and guiding them straight by computer.<br/><br/>But, Salem’s mind was sharper than the computer running the program to fly the plane. She could adjust more freely, and she could feel the plane, unlike the computer. Salem reached over to her side to open up a miniature- display by her right hand. With her left hand she continued to fly the plane. With the other, she scrolled through the numbers to try and find where the error was in the program. Every plane had turbulence when it was in the air, but Salem still wanted to try and fix it. As she was doing this, she continued to speak to Logan.<br/><br/><strong>“More than easy.”</strong>She understood why Logan had left these training wheels on. Salem had basically proved that she could do combat with this plane, and he had her on a missive equivalent of learning how to engage the clutch of a car in the driveway.<br/><br/>Her mind was in a few places at once. There was a few long moments of silence stacked on top of each other, and it was making Salem’s mind stretch out into places it didn’t much belong.<em>‘Have we over been flying in my dreams? - ‘I’m technically away from the school, high up in the air alone with him.’ - ‘this is romantic, i think…’ - ‘is it?’ - ‘Stop Salem, he’s a teacher, an old teacher. He looks old too.’ -’But he’s even older than he looks.’ - ‘The old Logan didn’t know how old he was, this older Logan certainly couldn’t remember.’ - ‘what does he remember?’</em><br/><br/><strong>“I’ve been meaning to ask.” </strong>The gentle flight was giving them an oppurtunity that she’d been waiting for. She was still monitoring the auto flap program, making mental notes of possible errors.<strong>“You came from a different world… Do you miss it?”</strong>