Flight Prep in the Game Room Who: Rowan and OPEN Where: The game rooms of the hotel When: Late morning
Sneaking away from the usual bunch for a bit, Rowan had a few ideas he wanted to work on with his wings-- and this time, he really didn't want anyone around to watch him potentially fall on his face. Or smash into things. Or generally make an ass of himself.
So he'd snuck downstairs and into the game room. Or card room. Or whatever the hell it actually was. The roof was high enough, and the room big enough, and the place full of enough heavy furniture for what he had in mind. First order of business: getting lift without having to run around like a moron. That wasn't going to do him any good if he needed to get away from something quickly, or if he was going to launch off a roof, right? Of course not.
So he took off his shoes-- heavy combat boots, he decided, were not very helpful when it came to flying-- grabbed one of the edges of the heavy poker tables, and started flapping the wings. With nobody around to rush him, and no monsters to make him rush himself, he could experiment with angles and direction of the beats and... stuff. That was the plan, anyway, right up until the deck of cards sitting on the table scattered across the room in a frenzied cloud, buffeted by his wings.