Jen's hair is fluttering attractively in the backwash of heated air from the flamethrower. Fortunately, her eyebrows and hair are pretty impervious to heat, so there's been no denuding, but still.
"Watch that thing, blondie. We're not walking on a hot floor here for spiritual enlightenment. Stand back," she says, and then gets down to business. She grabs one of the titanium stair railings and yanks, ripping off a section approximately twelve or thirteen feet in length. There's the groaning crack of metal under stress, then a RIIIIIIIIIP, and Jen has her gamma-sized baseball bat.
"A boost? Sure thing. How high do you want to go, Steph?"
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Re: Stairway
Date: 2007-03-04 05:50 am (UTC)"Watch that thing, blondie. We're not walking on a hot floor here for spiritual enlightenment. Stand back," she says, and then gets down to business. She grabs one of the titanium stair railings and yanks, ripping off a section approximately twelve or thirteen feet in length. There's the groaning crack of metal under stress, then a RIIIIIIIIIP, and Jen has her gamma-sized baseball bat.
"A boost? Sure thing. How high do you want to go, Steph?"
She holds out her hands.