Scratching an itch [Open]

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Namely the itch for space, for air. Nathan had been going over a check list for things to keep an eye on around the ship, but even politicians like to unwind from time to time. He heard the notice about the podpop, more arrivals to meet with later. In the meantime, his steps had taken him to the Sensoriums. Remembering the deep Nevada skies, he called it up, his surroundings becoming gritty sand, and rocks. Bare hills in the distance, with sparse vegetation.

Then in an instance, he took flight, and a sonic boom sounded in the crisp blue sky.

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Dean grins, though. "No joke. I don't do flying, so I save the money anyway."

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"Yeah? You drive?"

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Everywhere."

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Nathan nodded at that, "Yeah? Nice if you got the time for it. What kind of ride?"

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"Trust me, I got plenty of time," Dean grins. "And it's a '67 Chevy Impala. Prime condition."

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Nathan whistled at that, clearly impressed.

"Nice. You restore cars yourself, or buy her?"

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"Inherited her, and fixed her up myself. She's been through a lot, but she's tough as nails," Dean says fondly. He almost talks about the Impala like it's his kid.