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sweetpinkpixie · 12-18-2017, 03:38 AM

A black hole.

The man had survived dementor attacks, an acromantula invasion, fairy tale possession, an old age curse, subzero chort migrations, Anastasia Truebridge, and fatherhood (so far)...and it almost seemed like a cruel joke that he was now facing off against another instance of certain doom by astronomical means AND he was not even doing so upon achieving his lifelong dream of space travel.

Life could have at least thrown him a bone in that regard.

But one thing at a time, Flamsteed. One thing at a time.

Calculations and theorems encompassing Hawking radiation, loop quantum gravity, electromagnetic force, and other boyish physics fantasies swirling about in his noggin, Airey administered a few protective charms upon his person as he quickly made his way toward the Space Chamber - which was impressively easy to accomplish considering the pull from said black hole was helping the process. What was unnerving, however, was that feeling of crossing the event horizon...or approaching it. One of the, er, blessing of this not being outer space was that certain dynamics in regards to the astronomical phenomenon were not entirely at play. Though the logistics were still present.

Fascinating, really.

However, calculations and a hankering for some Italian (which always came when he considered spaghettification) soon came to a stop as he planted one of his obnoxiously loudly colored shoes into the chamber. He felt a bit of a beguiling chill take hold as the unfiltered silence of the space and the astronomer knew precisely what was taking place.

Well, this would certainly make things more difficult now, wouldn't it?

Flourishing his wand once more, Airey conjured a series of ropes which he secured around the fortified door to the Space Chamber and tossed one at Brighton first - mostly because the gent was closer than his German counterpart AND he would need his Evolutionist to be secure for a rescue attempt seeing as Adam was rather incapacitated at the moment. Giving the rope around himself a firm tap, he offered the Unspeakable a quick glance and some embellished hand gestures in hopes of conveying some sort of plan to him.

Either that, or the department head looked rather like an excited toddler.

12-18-2017, 03:38 AM	#11 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,323 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf A black hole. The man had survived dementor attacks, an acromantula invasion, fairy tale possession, an old age curse, subzero chort migrations, Anastasia Truebridge, and fatherhood (so far)...and it almost seemed like a cruel joke that he was now facing off against another instance of certain doom by astronomical means AND he was not even doing so upon achieving his lifelong dream of space travel. Life could have at least thrown him a bone in that regard. But one thing at a time, Flamsteed. One thing at a time. Calculations and theorems encompassing Hawking radiation, loop quantum gravity, electromagnetic force, and other boyish physics fantasies swirling about in his noggin, Airey administered a few protective charms upon his person as he quickly made his way toward the Space Chamber - which was impressively easy to accomplish considering the pull from said black hole was helping the process. What was unnerving, however, was that feeling of crossing the event horizon...or approaching it. One of the, er, blessing of this not being outer space was that certain dynamics in regards to the astronomical phenomenon were not entirely at play. Though the logistics were still present. Fascinating, really. However, calculations and a hankering for some Italian (which always came when he considered spaghettification) soon came to a stop as he planted one of his obnoxiously loudly colored shoes into the chamber. He felt a bit of a beguiling chill take hold as the unfiltered silence of the space and the astronomer knew precisely what was taking place. Well, this would certainly make things more difficult now, wouldn't it? Flourishing his wand once more, Airey conjured a series of ropes which he secured around the fortified door to the Space Chamber and tossed one at Brighton first - mostly because the gent was closer than his German counterpart AND he would need his Evolutionist to be secure for a rescue attempt seeing as Adam was rather incapacitated at the moment. Giving the rope around himself a firm tap, he offered the Unspeakable a quick glance and some embellished hand gestures in hopes of conveying some sort of plan to him. Either that, or the department head looked rather like an excited toddler. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like