[h2]Frozen[/h2]
[h3]Takeoff Day  Night[/h3]

OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen] [@Yule]

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Cyd snickered with the new shuffle step she was desperately trying to teach Mathias. “Kick, hitch, kick turn!” She spelled out with a laugh. “Aweh? If you forget the hitch you look like a cartoon dog running on ice.”  For once, the music was at an “acceptable” volume, meaning way too low for her liking, but she’d said anyone wanting to warm up would be welcome, and the Skye’s accepted that not everyone was about the drop.

With their beds folded and out of the way they had plenty of room if anyone needed to warm up. Cyd for her part wore a short black jacket with a bright purple scarf and fingerless gloves that Mathias ‘thrifted’, and Isacc kept a steady beat on a brand new bucket to keep his mind off Sarah. 

"I feel like a cartoon dog on ice!" Mathias complained childishly. "How am I always dragged into dancing? I think Issac should have a turn." He always felt like some uncoordinated goon flopping around compared to his sis. Issac has coordination enough to know how to keep a beat and ride a board, dancing was an easy jump. Cyd was born with happy toes and could dance circles around any busker who was dumb enough to challenge her. 
Mathias … his hands were nimble, his feet. Less so. "Arrit, let's try this one more time … " He sighed. Oh, yea and stubborn enough to earn the respect of any mule.

“Kick, [i]hitch,[/i] kick, turn!” Cyd repeated, slowing down the motion. “Yes! Like that! Only maybe faster, and in time to the music, and maybe don’t loll your tongue on the side of your mouth.”  

Mathias chuckled. "But it completes the image!" He chuckled, finding himself hilarious. Sure he had it the steps now for the moment but the determining factor was going to be could he repeat it like a good dancing monkey.

"There you go, bro! You got it!" Issac encouraged with all the enthusiasm of a motivational speaker as he added in a flourish on his new "drum". He smiled brightly egging his brother to keep trying, he threw a subtle side glance to Cyd as if to say "He don't got it". The youngest Skye continued the rhythms, varying the tempo in an effort to match his brother's floundering movements which made him laugh and occasionally threw off his beat momentarily. This, in turn, would throw off Mathias' rhythm causing him to mess up even more, which invariably caused Cyd to scold him. One might get the impression that the younger Skyes we're only doing this to torture Mathias for their own amusement and...one would be right.

“Take five, take five!” Cyd told him with a hint of exasperation as Mat almost fell flat on his tail. “You break a leg, that means me and Isaac are gonna have to do all the heavy lifting on Greenleaf.”  She giggled at the thought, then picked up a sheet of paper and some tape. “I’m just going to hang this on the door, in case anyone wants to take us up.“ It was crudely drawn, but the statue and most of the poem came from a museum they visited about the Earth that Was and she always liked that trip. They had selfies! Isaac had nearly gotten his head stuck in a replica of the Liberty Bell, and for the longest time they convinced him the crack hadn’t been there until he messed with it. All kidding on a stick, the Skyes were no strangers to what it was like to be cold, and this...  It was the least they could do for their shipmates. Stepping out of the shuttle, Cyd could already see her breath as if she’d taken a puff of dagga. The chill ate through her thin fingerless knit gloves and wove it’s way onto her skin. She hopped on her toes to stay warm, and taped up the sign to the shuttle door. 


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