[Open] One major problem with outer space is that you can't skate in it...

[jonesiseverywhere]

Warnings: Swearing, flagrant disregard for safety
Location: From the Spire to the Bro Apartment
Characters: Casey, whoever he collides with
When: September 12th, slightly backdated to the morning of.
Summary: Casey wakes up on the spire after two eventful years at home. He gets antsy and overstimulated. And speedy.

The closest thing Casey had to compare it to was waking up after spacing out at school. Last time he'd been really awake, he and his friends had been staring down the barrel of the entire Triceraton battle fleet in a tiny little spaceship. It had been time to take action, get into battle positions, and...

Well, run away. But in a cool, heroic way of course.

But now he was standing back on the spire in Freesia. He'd thought about it off and on over the course of the two years, during the time when things weren't crazy enough on their own. He'd never mentioned it to his friends, he hadn't even been totally sure it was real. Well, now he WAS sure, and...

And now what? He was...trapped again? The freedom of space, the adventure, the new horizons, the endless new ways to be a badass...well, so much for that? Or maybe he'd been brought back because his job here hadn't been finished. But then why send him back at all...?

He was angry, but it was the mindless, useless anger that took over when he didn't want to be scared or sad, the kind that drove him until he could think of a reason to stop being angry. It didn't seem to make any sense, but adrenaline could keep him from thinking about it until he got back home. Well, to his home here and the apartment probably wouldn't get sucked into a black hole, which was a plus.

And at least this gave him a chance to do something he's always wanted to try: Grinding the railing of the Spire's stairs all the way down. That turned out to be way harder than he thought. The effort to stay upright and the constant spinning meant he lost his balance once or twice (though he managed to teeter towards the few-foot drop of the stairs and not the much longer drop in the other direction) and when he finally hits the bottom he's almost too dizzy to skate straight.

He doesn't want to stop or slow down though, not until he knows his friends are OK. It doesn't even occur to him that he hasn't been gone all THAT long in Freesia time, not with the weird lump in his gut crowding out every other thought. He's only really left himself less likely to be able to brake in time, but when has that ever stopped him...

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[unrecovered]

Wash was headed to the park, because magic practice was easier in an open space and not an area where someone might get upset about their things getting knocked over Bones. He still needed the practice, obviously, and at this point he also needed a distraction. Casey had been gone long enough for Wash to start worrying about him, even if right now it was just the edges of worry instead of full on one-man-search-party mode. That was a ways off; hopefully they'd find Casey before then. He'd only been gone for a day after all; it was entirely possible he'd just gone out and fallen asleep somewhere else, and hadn't come home yet.

Maybe.

He was paying too much attention to his thoughts to notice anything bearing down on him until it was too late; at that point, it was a split second between realization and the moment of impact, and he went down hard, hugging whoever had hit him - because it was a who - to his chest and rolling to lessen the impact on both of them. He rolled to a stop and let whoever it was roll off him, taking a few seconds to do a systems check before sitting up and looking to see who had hit him.

Well. If it wasn't a car or a cliff, it was Casey. Looked like Wash didn't need to worry about him. "Good morning to you too," he groused.

graciously gets concussed

[exuviiated]

Aaron was headed back to his place from taking a walk around the city (and buying groceries, that too), plastic bag swinging

By now, he was used to being bowled over, and took it like a pro-- if falling backwards in an ungainly tangle of limbs (his own and the other guy's) and smacking his head against the ground, yelping in surprise! and pain! counted as like a pro. He thanked his lucky stars for healing magic and shrink-wrap, keeping both his skull and groceries safe and sound.

"--ow... what's up?" With the crash, he meant, but other interpretations were open; and Aaron wouldn't correct himself, more invested in rubbing his head and staring at the dude currently on top of him.