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[Open] because some people just don't pay attention to current events.

Sandy liked it in the city.

With everything so closed and cramped in the halls and the different areas of the ship nothing felt quite as open and free to her as running through the city.

It seemed to go on forever, and if she wasn't careful she'd find herself lost for who knows how long.

She had figured out a way past that though, between chalk and paint she had picked up on the last planet she was sure she could leave markers in places that would help her find her way back.

And so she traveled, running and jumping, up stairs and jumping from roof to roof or back down through the streets and buildings.

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The young woman climbing and dashing over the buildings caught the Chancellor's eye, and he smiled a little to himself.

Sandy was getting a rush from the speed of it all, but she wasn't stupid. She wouldn't try to jump too far between buildings.

Roof to roof and then...dead end. There was a crumbled building too far for her to jump...

...but there was a rain gutter she could use. She shifted to stone and grabbed it carefully trying to guide herself down.

She had not however calculated the added weight. With a SNAP! The gutter tore away from the wall and she and it came tumbling down to land on the broken wall across the way.

"Heh...lucky!"

As a father, the Chancellor can't help himself. "Young lady, be careful!"

Sandy looked up surprised she had someone watching and waved to him in sort of a "Don't worry" gesture.

Then, struck by inspiration she dug around in her backpack and drew out some chalk. This spot would be a great place to draw the outline of a body like the police do.

Why?

Because she's young and thinks it would look cool. She lets her stone skin melt back into flesh as she begins her work kneeling on the crumbled wall where there was space large enough.

The Chancellor tries to relax, but still watches, puzzled and concerned. What is she doing?

Of coarse, drawing a body instead of tracing one is harder then it looks without a model. She looks up again, "Hey! will you help me out for a minute?" The scruffy looking girl was wearing what looked like new (But dirty) clothes over her plantsuit and for the moment had overlooked her issue about strange adults.

After all this guy looked like an alien. That had to be better then a grown up right?

The Chancellor -- all nearly-nine feet of him -- walks over. "Certainly. What is it you're trying to do?"

First response: craning her neck back to take in the full effect of the statue of a man, "Whoa..."

Second response: Remember why you called him over here!

She held the piece of chalk up to him, "Here, trace me alright? Or I'll trace you. One of us has to lay here." The wall was at least in tact enough for that.

"...You might fit better," the Chancellor decides, taking the chalk. When she lies down, he'll comply as best he can. He's got a reasonably steady and efficient hand.

And sandy flopped down onto the brickwork adjusting her arms and legs in the way she wanted. If this worked it would give the silhouette of someone running up the side of the crumbled wall.

Or look silly, anyone's guess.

"Is this a common type of art in your own culture?" The Chancellor feels compelled to ask as he traces the best he could. It's not bad.

"Yeah!" Sandy encouraged trying not to move her head. "I mean not where I came from because it rains all the time and it would wash the chalk away, but we could do this inside old buildings and stuff if they had cement floors or whatever.

"Interesting. In the Avalon Empire, we are somewhat more interested in light sculpture than...rain-vulnerable art." He finishes. "How does this look?"

Sandy hopped up and examined his work. It would do fine! "Great!" She declared and took back the chalk swapping it in her back for a few other pieces of different colors. With it she set to work on her hands and knees coloring the area around the trace till the slab of wall was an explosion of color coming from one dark gray human shaped form. "Yeah I like this." Sandy spoke mostly to herself.

"Good, then," The Chancellor said mildly. The colors were... nice, he supposed?

One of the taller buildings in the area had caught Sandy's eye now. She wanted to paint something on the face of this building that would look cool from the ground, she just hadn't figured out what yet.

Scaling the building wasn't hard really. the only hard part came when she found a staircase that was broken but through some careful movements and keeping track of her path she'd found her way outside onto the buildings broad west side.

Risking a glance downwards Sandy smiled at the distance down. It put a flip in her stomach just like home.

She turned back to admire her workspace, unsure of just what to paint. It had to be simple, bright colors.

But unfortunately as she let her thoughts drift, the edge of the old structurally unsound office building crumbled and Sandy felt gravity sink it's claws into her shoulders pulling her backwards and off the ledge.

With a scream she fell and her self preservation instincts kicked in and her skin began to harden and solidify into stone. This just sped up the fall. If she was lucky something would break her fall...instead of breaking her.

Having started to leave her to her activities, the Chancellor starts hurrying towards her in horror.

Uh oh, that sounded like a scream. Abandoning what she was doing, Midna rushed toward its source at once.

Clark heard the scream from miles off. There wasn't any time to think about the ramifications of what he was about to do. Only just enough time to get there.

A small sonic boom went off in the city, and then Clark was right under Sandy, catching her in his arms while hovering off the ground.

"Mind telling me how this happened?"

Sandy's scream was cut short as she was caught and her stone eyes snapped open to stare into the face of her savior, turning to see that they were in fact not falling.

"I just...fell." She mumbled amazed before turning back to look at him. She'd long since gotten over super powers on this ship, so instead she clung to his shirt tightly, not comfortable enough to shift out of stone form. "Thanks that could have been bad." She laughed nervously.

The Chancellor sighed with relief seeing the girl caught. Strange, though. The young man looked human.

Oh, it was that girl again. What was her name? More importantly, was that man flying?

Not that Midna couldn't fly, but she certainly couldn't move at that fast a clip.

Ah crud. Witnesses. That meant the cat was out of the bag.

"Just for future reference? I wouldn't recommend you playing around up there again." he said, descending back down to the ground.

"Yeah uh...I'll be careful." Now she was getting embarrassed and a little frustrated. She hadn't just been playing like some kid after all!

The Chancellor sees no problem with calling over a brisk, professional "Well done, young man."

Well, as long as Sandy's fine, there's no real reason to stick around; she doesn't want to blow her cover, after all.

"Yes, an excellent effort." She bowed briskly. "I'm afraid I have a prior appointment. But it was lucky that you were around."

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