One could be amazed by how quickly the kids were moving and gathering items and transforming the entire playroom into a children's castle of blankets and sheets. The playroom was a whirlwind of activity. They flew back and forth, stripping every surface for any large piece of fabric from its resting place. Lynde had only just finished hooking one of those newly acquired blankets on the top of another new tower of their castle when she heard a yell outside the windows but as she looked back the window the source of the sound was gone. She shrugged it off. There were other, more important things to be addressed.<br/><br/>"Hmm... We need something to strengthen our walls. We need to build them strong so no one can get in without our say so!" She declared. The big question however was what to use. She looked around. Books would be ok but they only stacked so well if you laid them down. Even if they used every book in here they wouldn't build a tall wall and getting more would be a pain. They'd already used almost every cushion to build their palace. This was going to be tricky, then she got an idea.<br/><br/>"Toilet paper! We can stack it just like the bricks outside! There's tons of it in the bathrooms around the building. We can even make it a game!" She cheered at her realization of a potential new game. "We'll be like those spies last night! We'll go and get it without anyone even knowing we were there! My dad hasn't even gotten the vent fixed yet!" She cheered her idea. Without even stopping to see Callahan's thoughts on the idea she was already off. First rolls were easily pilfered from her own home. Every roll from the bathrooms in the apartment were easily removed and carted back to the play room where she started to demonstrate the idea, stacking them in a brick pattern build a short portion of wall in front of the side structure they had built.<br/><br/>"See! It works! Let's get more from the rest of the bathrooms. Whoever gets the most wins!" She cried out in excitement. Once he agreed this time she was off like a bat out of hell, climbing up the bookshelf once more to their escape vent. Lynde didn't share his fear of heights and easily scaled the furniture like a monkey, lifting herself into the vent before turning to help Cal up as well. With her friend soon right behind her she took off in the vents, this time making she to not put much weight on any of the grates so she wouldn't fall through. They would cover much more ground without being spotted this way... just like a spy.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jurgen had been suspicious of this activity he was supposedly going to be participating in as well as his friend's insistence on keeping it a secret. It seemed off. Just why wouldn't he tell him what they were doing? Why did Liliana tell Jericho not to give him a heart attack? What was so wrong about this mystery activity? For the moment he'd play along with his friend's game, letting him have his little secrets while they took the elevator up to the roof. There was a small building similar to a shed on the far side he'd never really bothered to open, great security... Jericho seemed to make a b line for that shed and with keys in hand unlocked the door.<br/><br/>"Oook?" He said both in confusion and suspicious of the outfit that was quickly shoved into his hands. It didn't necessarily surprise him that his boss had his size of something. He was the boss and surely could look into the sizing that he had submitted for his uniforms who knew how long ago now. "So I just put this on over my clothes?" He questioned, giving his boss a skeptical look. Under Jericho's guidance he did just that and started to slip into the tight fitting outfit. Only as he got it zipped up did he notice the wings on the suit and the questioned his boss about it. That only lead to him plummeting off the building screaming.<br/><br/>In seconds he was flailing helplessly while screaming. He'd heard plenty of times in the past in various media to just stretch your arms out and glide but his instincts were saying flap so flap he did and it made no difference. He continued to fall with no direction, the wind ripping past him and carrying his screams away. He felt like his life was flashing before his eyes, meeting Karen, their first date, their wedding and honeymoon, even the birth of their daughter, all of it leading up to this moment as he plummeted toward the earth. The building being up on this cliff it made for a long fall, perfect for Jericho, hell for Jurgen.<br/><br/>He'd long forgotten about the parachute until it finally deployed on it's own thanks to Jericho's safety measures. The moment it caught the air and started the much softer, slower descent nearly knocked the wind out of him. The only problem? Now he was still in the air, falling much more slowly and had nowhere to look that didn't remind him that he was still easily several hundred feet in the air and if something messed with his parachute he'd once again plummet. That wasn't comforting.<br/><br/>"Jericho!! I'm going to kill you for this!" He yelled up at his boss the way only he, and maybe the rest of their odd family, could. Anyone else doing it would be a threat.<br/><br/>"Come on! It's fun! Look at the view! Isn't it beautiful!" Jericho responded.<br/><br/>"I could have looked at it out the window of my office!" He yelled back.<br/><br/>"But you wouldn't be getting this fresh air! Besides! Doesn't that adrenaline feel good!"<br/><br/>"I thought I was going to die! I might still die!"<br/><br/>"You're not going to die! Your body just thinks that! That's the fun!"<br/><br/>Jurgen opted not to respond to that. He was fairly sure that his boss was crazy for wanting to jump off a building. Most people who did that were looking to end things for real, not just trick their body into thinking they did. As they floated lower and lower he came to realize something. He had no idea how to land.<br/><br/>"Uhh Jericho!? How do I land this thing? It looks like I'm heading for a tree!" He yelled.<br/><br/>"That's good! It'll break your fall." Jericho responded.<br/><br/>"What?! That's going to hurt!" He yelled back, fear in his voice, but it was took late. All he could do was brace himself for impact with the tree. Thankfully the leaves were soft and the upper branches broke easily rather than hitting him like a brick wall. It was still a tall old oak tree so it wasn't a painless process. No doubt he'd have a few bruises at the end of the day. Finally, he came to a stop, stuck halfway up the tree. He struggled and tugged but the lines to his parachute were well tangled in the branches. "Did I really just survive all that to die in a tree?!" He said to himself full of worry.<br/><br/>"If anyone can hear me please help!!" He yelled out. Jurgen knew the area was not frequented often and the likelihood of a stranger being out here was low, but surely Jericho would land somewhere around here? He had to right? It hadn't occurred to him that there was a built in radio in his suit. "Mr. Cluckers would never do this to me..." He sighed as he thought about the chickens on the virtual farm he managed in his own spare time.