{ Who } Gil and Michael { What } Michael reminds Gil about the laws of physics....and the laws of Czerwinski's. { When } Thursday morning { Where } Performance tent { Rating } PG { Status } Complete
It was getting colder.
Not just at the moment-- this particular week had been thankfully warm, a few more days reprieve to work out of his tank. But it was getting colder, and Gil knew it. Too cold to spend his days submerged in unheated water and standing around dripping wet with only a canvas tent between himself and the elements. Really, he'd been lucky to push his tank act as far as October.
But that left the problem of what to switch to. Gil had the straitjacket that was always popular, the rigging to suspend himself upside down and make it that much more exciting. What he didn't have was an assistant to get him into position.
Nor would he, if he had anything to say about it. Gil was up at the crack of dawn to figure out a way around just that, pacing the length of his tent in the weak light and glaring at the ropes and pulleys like they were deliberately withholding a physics-defying answer.