So how often really did you get to float around like you were in space? Not that often, so West had spent a good ten minutes just doing that, getting the feel of it, trying to figure what sort of movement cause what sort of result, and also, floating around? Good thinking time. He had, once curiosity got the better of him, managed to float downward (or really in-the-direction-he-assumed-was-down, since he'd been thoroughly turned around in the head from all the floating), to investigate what had happened to the floor. It was still THERE, he could feel it, and when he looked he could see, as if suspended in space, the box with their stuff in it safely out of the way but still indisputably on the floor.

It was good to have his bearings, and the other good thing was that he could now USE the floor for leverage, to get some speed and momentum. West formulated a little plan that would in theory involve him launching from floor to ceiling and back again over and over until he'd caught the two needed 'meteors'. The sooner he caught them, the sooner he could mess about for fun, right?

He got his feet situated under him and then with a big push from the floor, sent himself hurtling toward the ceiling with remarkable speed.

.... assuming he didn't get knocked off course by someone flaily of course.

The Prefect had barely dodged the three meteors that had zoomed towards her when the Astronomy Professor was suddenly floating beside her. What was he doing up there with them? She thought he was going to walk around and assist them if they needed help? Did walking and floating due to lack of gravity synonyms now without her knowing? Or was that based on his own thesaurus? He really was SO weird. *mellow*

Why the stern face----?

O_O Did he just....He didn't.....HE DID. He said minus 5 points!

Beezus' eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "B-But Professor..." She got distracted! She forgot because she got too excited! Besides, there was no need to protect her face, Quidditch saved her the job of damaging it every now and then. But yeah, bye bye 5 points. . She lost points because of her carelessness. Meh. .......She'll get those lost points back, though. She'll make sure of that. She wasn't going to dwell on the loss anymore now as she promised Louisa, right?

"Er..yes, Professor Flamsteed." The Ravenclaw nodded at the man before summoning her mask and putting it on. She just had to get on the task at hand now and possibly have fun to make those lost points worth it.

Back to flailing!

Post: 5

Suddenly it hit Oichi that she was pretending to be in space catching meteors with this activity. She had been in such shock of everything happening so fast and all of a sudden gravity was gone. Now this activity seemed 10x cooler and much more with it. She swam toward a wall and kicked hard off it and was soon floating with grace and speed again in her anti-gravity swim. She soon spotted a yellow ball (asteroid) She felt so ready to make that thing hers. She swam toward to at full speed with her glove raised out. As she passed it Oichi grabbed for it. Oichi closed down her glove and felt the ball right there. However with her speed she found herself hurtling toward the wall. She did everything in her power to slow down but in the fear of the moment Oichi let go ofthe yellow ball. NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

The mitt thingy would be hard to get used to, West reflected, it felt sort of awkward even experimentally flexing his gloved hand. The first pass got him to the ceiling without any run ins with meteors or classmates, so West pushed off the roof and back to the ground, this time at the ready.

Suddenly --OOF!-- he got hit right in the ribs by a meteor. Or well, whatever the charmed fake meteor things actually were. He tried to grab at it but as he'd thought, the unfamiliarity of the mitt made it a no go, and said meteor went in another direction. The impact had sent him off course too, though he was still going dowwwwwn it was sort of more of a diagonal dowwwwwn, and West grabbed at someone's foot and used THAT as leverage to get him back on track.

Well what? You had to make do with what resources you had right?

After that bruising, and West was sure he'd have a nice bruise to show for it, West was thankful for the protective gear. mostly because you couldn't do much to avoid it, its not like you could turn on a dime mid air to actually let it weave past you. Gravity was important for that sort of thing. But momentum was totally something he had at his disposal. Reaching the ground again he gave a big heave with his feet, knees bent, and shot up fast, arm outstretched and ready to make a grab for the next meteor which felt like tangling with him.

Finally spotting a yellow ball in the mess of people and balls, Sky decided that #justkeepswimming was her best option. So, that's what she did. Except that seemed to make her go faster. Aggghhhhhh! She managed to catch the yellow ball, but she also smacked into the wall.

"Ow!"

So anyways, how come they had to get a blue AND a yellow? Was there something special about each? Why not just two in general? What were they gonna do with the two? Mix them together and make a green? Well West could go for that. There was a blue one coming toward him now but it was just a little out of reach. Maybe if he streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetched--

It ricocheted off the corner of his glove and West made a swipe for it. GAHHHHHH! It wasn't even the meteors which were the problem, not really, it was the stupid glove! He needed to change his tactics and not try to grab for it like he would a Quaffle in Quidditch. He COULD use a Quidditch tactic though... West managed to turn himself around with a eggbeater style kick, and he lined himself up with another blue meteor, so that it was heading toward his chest. He braced himself with the glove at the ready......

It wasn't long before the determination gene started to kick in, and once he had picked up a good enough rhythm with his air-swimming, Theodore slowly made his way towards a bunch of the flying rocks. And it was going well apart from the room's obstacles.

Like, the annoying other students that were getting in his way.

Have some respect, Theodore Kinsley needed to catch his rocks. SHEEESH. But there was soon one in his sight and he wriggled his way towards it. What he needed, was a rocket strapped to his back.

The thought of rockets made him look briefly over at Ella who was hovering.

She'd obviously caught her rocks already. Sigh. She was so clever.

OH - a rock. It was headed straight for him, and instead of spiraling out of control to dodge the meteor, Theodore closed his eyes and pushed out both of his hands ready to catch it. OOOOOOOOF. Sure, the force of the rock knocked him back a bit, but oh look, he had finally caught one.

Seeker!moment.

She got her two meteors already. Kat had a big grin in her face. Some weren't even DONE yet and that sucked. She couldn't care less. But some of her Slytherins were still catching them. It was just as easy as Quidditch, apparently. It's like Seeking and Chasering and... maybe Keeping? That didn't matter, as long as it was QUIDDITCH.

Kat was busy and carried away with everything going around that sooner she saw her yellow meteor float away. Fly away. Whatever. Kat glared at it. That Hufflepuff meteor hated her for REALZ. She kind of got annoyed with and tried to look up when.

BUMP.

T________T

Right, she forgot to 'float' away from the ceiling. URGGGGGH. That's it. She was getting full of this. "Puffer meteor, you're going dooooooown."

.......and it would have worked, in theory, but West hadn't the knack with the stupid glove and the meteor just bounced right on out again, while giving enough of a bump to having him floating off toward the wall. Most of the momentum had dissipated by the time he got there, so his back hit the wall rather gently, enough that he had time to move his legs and PUSH off again.

STUPIDMUGGLEGLOVECONTRAPTION!

It was the stupidest thing he'd ever had to use. Getting a little frustrated now, West resumed floating here and there, trying to think it out. He hadn't caught ANY even if he'd had an ALMOST catch. That one at least had potential. He felt something hit the headgear he wore and reached up in annoyance.... only to bring his hand back with a glowing yellow 'meteor'.

What?

Blink.

..... okay. Pretend that took skill. But now what was he supposed to do with it while he went for a blue one? Shove it down his shirt?

Theodore didn't wanna act too excited over his first catch, since he wasn't no boaster. AND he didn't want people to think he had struggled with that. God forbid. He needed to recruit a fan base for his upcoming Quidditch season, so they couldn't be thinking he was some sissy.

Besides this was easy.

Or... at least at medium difficulty.

Trying to refrain from growling at anyone else who was catching up all of the meteors, Theodore took a deep breath and fixed his eyes on one to follow. And if any kind of Ravenclaw tried to snatch it, he would be read to hit them with his already caught rock.

Uh-huh, he wasn't afraid to do that. A few moments later, he spotted one, and did a few roley poleys in the air to get going. Was this starting to get FUN? It certainly made the idea of being an astronaut a lot better. It was pretty awesome anyway.

BOOShhh.

Oh, a wall.

Got a little excited there, but he was okay! Soldiering on, like he did SO well in regular life. Cos you know, life of an angsty thirteen-year-old was hard. Especially when you were Theodore. Kid had it bad.

He KICKED the air behind him, rocketing himself forwards and towards a big rock that was going in the other direction. That helped, because there was no way it could whack him in the face if it was going the other way. Just a little furtheeeeeeeeeeeer! Theodore closed his hands over the last rock, then quickly checked that the first rock was still firmly in his pocket.

WOOH, that was... easy. Now what? Just hover in the air till everyone else hurried along?

He awkwardly looked at Ella hovering. Awkward, moment was awkward.

Laura smiled at Nerida and giggled, "I'm great, I'm in space, your in space where both in space." Laura smiled. "Did we win a Prize or something?" Laura had no idea if she had she couldn't remember. "I want to take a piece back with me, wouldn't that be awesome to tell people." Laura really thought that it would be.

Laura waiting until a piece of rock was flying towards her, it was going to miss her glove though, so she decided to be a goalkeeper from soccer and dived for it, she was pretending she was in goal and this was to win the world cup, she cupped it around her glove and smiled. "WE WON TH...." Laura stopped, no she hadn't won the cup it had been a pretend cup, but she had been caught up in the moment.

Laura turned back around to Nerida. "Just do what I just did and you'll have a rock in your hand in no time." Laura smiled.

Having spotted a likely blue, West went with a scooping moment this time, but he only knocked the blue meteor awaaaay because the yellow was still safely in his glove.

Wehadighadsgnasdgas;dgknsd;gkn;asgn!

HOW was he supposed to do this then?

Theo's foot. It was right there and would be useful. West grabbed his friend's foot with his non-gloved hand and puuuuuulled, using Theo to push off of so that he, West, would go careening towards his next target. HE WAS DETERMINED. He chaaaaaaased after a blue, almost as if HE was the tail of the thing, arm outstretched but glove closed to safely hold the yellow one, and then he and the meteor reached the wall and with a flurry, West opened the glove and smooshed a glove-y handful of both the yellow and blue against the wall even while he grabbed at a protruding bit of wall with his non-gloved hand to stop himself from floating off.

West closed his eyes hard for a moment, barely willing to let out a breath. Did it.... did it work? He opened them. YESSS TWO! TWO METEORS! HE HAD TWO but they were against the wall and his glove so... he juuuuuuust had to caaaaaaaarefully close his grip around it...... SUCCESS!

West let go of the wall and floated off again, carefully cradling the glove against his protected chest, keeping the meteors SAFE.

.... it was really a very GOOD glove after all.

Kat was definitely grumbling mentally at the Hufflepuff meteor. She had her eyes on it. The yellow meteor was floating and flying away from her, like it was flapping its invisible wings. HMPH. Still holding on tight to her Ravenclaw meteor that SEEMED to love her more than the Puffer one, Kat floated downwards to avoid the ceiling and chased the blue meteor. HAH, she was so gonna get it now. Like, seriously.

With her glove arm stretched, Kat focused herself on the yellow meteor that hated her so much. UGH. For once she was thankful that she wasn't Seeker. If Alice Fischer was anywhere NEAR her, she'd have her arm amputated by that girl's chompers. This time, Kat growled while stretching her arm even more. GLARES FOR THAT STINKIN' PUFFER METEOR.

And FINALLY, the Puff meteor fell in love with her decided to cooperate and Kat was able to catch him. Now she had both the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw meteor ALL TO HER OWN. "None of you are gonna leave again," she snarled at her meteors. So, Flamsteed, can they touchdown now?

Laura was sort of enjoying herself, she loved the fact that she was in space, or well it felt like she was anyway, she was going to try and catch another object but well she didn't want to lose the one that she had now which would be awful because she had only just got the stupid thing after trying for ages and crashing into one of her friends which wasn't good, okay so she hadn't seen the said friend for ages but still she was a friend.

Laura looked around and saw something coming towards her, was it a bird, No, was it a Plane, No, Was it, well actually Laura had no idea what it was but it was on collision course with her which wasn't at all good. "Houston we have a problem." Laura didn't know what the problem was but it was a big one.

Clearly Flamsteed had no intention of helping Oakey get a chest guard now, the Professor was to preoccupied with taking and giving away points for the weirdest reasons. Merlin he got three for bumping into the guy! Doesn't that normallt result in point lose?

Oakey continued to swim upwards in the air to catch his loose wand when Ella who had taken to doing a doggie paddle retrieved it for him. Heheh...Doggie Paddle, retrieving sticks, Ella really must think she's a dog right now. "Thanks Pup." Oakey said as he stopped swimming and ended up turning upside down and his tie falling over his face. He got his wand and gave the Ella a big smile, that turned quickly into a wince as two more meteors shot right into his back!

Everything was upside down now, but Oakey could see it one last meteor heading right for him! Putting his glove out the Hufflepuff was able to catch his final yellow meteor. The Impact of the catch pushed him back and he felt his foot lodge into something as he tried to control his movement with some kicking! Looking up from his perspective Oakey saw that he got his foot stuck into the facemask of the Gryfindor Captain. "Sorry Alice, let me g-egh!" His words were cut short as three more meteors drilled themselves into his back.

Thanks to Mo's boost, Alice was launched up at that little patch of slowmovers. YES. Yes, those. Right there. The blue ones that were floating around in a little circle, yes, one of those was hers. As she went careening into the wall, she managed to turn a little and push herself off of it with her arms, sending herself drifting towards the meteors. Now what? How exactly was she supposed to catch another one of these in one glove?!

Without bruising her hands, of course. Because she needed those, on acount of she was a Beater. Did Flamsteed really expect her to use a bat if her hand was all purple? No. No, thank you. Alice was just resourceful enough to think up a way to catch it in the same one.

After flaling around the circle of meteors for a little while, the only thing the fourth year had accomplished was successfully breaking them up and sending one of the stars shooting off into someplace else. Obviously, she needed a new approach. Choosing one of the last two blues, she herded it into the wall, using her body to block it's means of escape. It hit her a couple of times-- and it HURT-- but it was nothing that gear couldn't handle, yeah? A few bruises weren't too bad.

The meteor had lost. HA. It was cornered now, and it was hers. Alice, hanging on to a protruding bit of the wall to keep herself from drifting away, carefully pressed her arm, the one laden with gear, against it. She managed to hold it there, even if she could tell it was bruising her a little. PSHHT. Bruises. She was tougher than that. Even more slowly than before, she slipped her gloved hand between the star and her arm. Now.. just to get it to fit with the yellow one..

YES! SUCCESS! Now.. had Cactus caught his, too?

She didn't know.. but SHE had.

And.. WHY WAS THERE A FOOT IN HER FACE? "Oakey Richard Gunter.. I swear.. if you don't get your foot out of my facemask in the next three seconds.." He would be returning to his common room missing a limb. Because he had almostvmade her drop her STAR. Not cool.

Dylan was still spiraling out of control, flailing, while clinging onto his blue meteor...It was warm, even through the glove. It wasn't unpleasant, though...So, the Slytherin was prepared to get the second one...

...As soon as he could get up to the ceiling again.

Ugh....!!

He had no control over his own body as he sailed through the air. There was nothing around him that he could push off of or used as leverage. To be honest, he felt rather helpless. How did astronauts deal with this kind of thing? Didn't they have jet packs or something?

"I need a jet pack."...because obviously the Captain sucked at this so hardcore that he needed extra help!

Suddenly he was crashing into something or someone, he couldn't be sure...and he was propelled in the opposite direction again...UP he was going, again. The Slytherin was attempting to dog paddle...to stabilize himself...It was working some...but then he was going too high. What if...there wasn't a ceiling...? Would he just float out into space?

Dylan was obviously a hypercondriac...

"Help. Me."

Sarah had been searching for her glasses with her arms out everywhere. Where could they have gone? Perhaps they had flown up, as there was no gravity... Bam a meteor hit her outstretched arm. She bit her lip to hold back the pain yet she still wanted to and needed to find her glasses. Perhaps some one else would hear her calls and find her glasses?

Some had found her glasses... Sarah moved up the the figure, swiming around, dodging metoers... "DID SOMEONE FIND MY GLASSES?" she asked. If someone did she will be really happy. She crinkled up her eyes (it helpd her see better) and looked and she saw an older boy who had caught a meteor... and something else. SHe scrunched her eyes up more. "I lost my glasses"she said. In her mind she was thinking about how she was going to put her glasses back on afterwards without dropping a meteor.

Why was she so angry,and why did she use his Middlename? She wasn't GeeGee! "I said I was so-OW!" Oakey tried to put out another apology, but was cut short as two other meteors hit his back hard. Merlin he was going to have to see the Evil Healer now wasn't he? Great, could today get any worse? Oh right, Alice. "Just hold on!" Oakey lifted his one arm up to tug on his leg to let it loose, but it was no good. He needed his other hand which was wearing the glove and holding his two meteors. "It won't come loose if you clamp down on my toes, help me pull it out." He tugged again but all this did was propel him backwards and pressed him against a wall "Oof!".
Great now he was an Upside Down Badger Sandwich between a Wall and a Gryffindor.

WAIT WHAT? NO GRAVITY???

Crazy Professor! Was all Nessie could think before she realized she was floating in the air and it was too late to grab something. She was up in the air alright, and she didn't like it very much. It didn't feel very secure without her broom, but it there wasn't much she could do except for attempting to finish this activity with at least bruises as possible.

Her baseball glove on..wait why baseball glove? The red head looked at it on her hand just a little confused but shook her head remembering she needed to focus.

ZOOM!

A blue meteor flew straight passed her eyes she attempted to zoom closer towards it, but struggled. She stopped and began to think of some strategy. Maybe using her arms would work with direction? She began flapping them around like she was a bird or bat. It would have looked like she had some mental issue if it wasn't for the no-gravity.

Up and up she went trying to now follow a yellow meteor. She almost had it, she needed to improve her speed. She flapped her hands a little faster and eventually reached out with her baseball gloved hand and attempted to catch it.

Help me?

Her attention was averted and the yellow meteor was long gone. The red head looked towards the direction of where the plea of help came from and sorta giggled for a short moment. But shame he did seem like he needed help. "Hey! Dylan!" she called his way and flapped herself towards him. "Grab my hand." She stopped flapping and extended her right hand towards his.

Whether she could really get him closer to the ground was unknown, but at least she was trying right?

Was no one going to HELP?!

Dylan was still floating further and further up...If there was a ceiling, he was about to crash into it...and if there wasn't...Well, he wouldn't think about that. Nope, because then he'd be lost to the class...Lost out in SPACE!

Cue some more flailing.

He prepared his body for impact...hopefully. YES, Dylan wanted to crash into the ceiling. He clenched his fists, his eyes squinted shut...It'd be coming any moment...His muscles were tensing...but then something struck him in the back of his head! The Captain's eyes flew open...

OUCH!

Trying to turn his body, he eyed his surroundings with ugly glares...but then was flailing and panicking...more so than he already was. A meteor was coming right at his face! His eyes were like saucers as the glowing ball of gas soared closer. His face...It was going to mess up his face....He'd be DEFORMED!

...Of course, the Slytherin DID have a mask on....BUT STILL.

Trying to twist his body in weird ways, Dylan whirled away from the glowing thing...He'd rather take a shot to the back of the head...than his face-area. With the change in view, he seen that a good more of his peers were struggling as well. Oakey for one...Seriously, they were bros...but that guy needed a warning label stamped on his forehead...

He'd heard his name...Whirling around, he spied Dixon...

"I need to.......catch my last meteor..." UPWARD...I need to go UPWARD...

So with the yellow meteor now caught, all Sierra needed to do was catch a blue one. Catching a meteor...she couldn't believe they were doing that. Muggle schools just looked at pictures in textbooks. This school, though? Nope. They were catching meteors like a BOSS.

Or, that'd be the case if Sierra could just get her hands on a blue one now. Everywhere she looked, she saw yellow blurs. Figures. The colors she didn't need was the one she saw the most of. She moved around the area, trying hard not to bump into anybody or anything.

Finally, she was able to set her sights on a blue blur dashing in the midst of yellow. She began pushing herself through the sea of students and toward the blue meteor, her glove outstretched.

Blink. Blink.

So he didn't need help anymore then? The red head pouted at him for a moment, spotted the meteor coming his way and decided to let him be because there was not a chance she'd risk getting hit in anyway by meteor like that. She was going down. She wasn't sure how but she wanted to head down, closer to the ground.

If only this place wasn't so huge she'd be able to use the walls as assistance. That wasn't an option though and instead she needed to think of another way to head down.

Hmmm...Maybe if she flapped her arms the other way around? Worth a try, right?

Hoping she didn't look too cooked in her head the red head changed her direction of flapping and the result was exactly what she wanted. Down she was heading, away from any attacking meteors, though she still did need to find more. Ones that she could catch.

With another pout she looked around in search of a not so fast meteor.

Oh wait!

It had been Professor Airey the one that had momentarily shifted her direction. WELL, It was still NOT cool. Even if he was.

However her eyes became acquainted with a blue meteor 'falling' HER way. But it was falling too quickly and - while her reflexes were good ones - she instinctively raised her arms to protect her face, even if she had the mask and all the protective gear.

Soon, that so-called meteor zoomed past her and she failed once more to catch one of those.

SIGH.

At least we know she can protect herself in the face of DANGER.

Even if this wasn't too dangerous - minus all the other students floating about. Those were more dangerous than the fake!meteors. Now she needed to focus on getting those fake-meteors!

Or not...really...she could just enjoy the last bit of those 40 minutes of zero gravity without worrying over catching 'falling stars', right? Wrong. Meteors here we come!

The blue meteor was getting closer and closer. Or, rather, Sierra was getting closer and closer to it. While it was dashing up ahead, Sierra was trailing quickly behind it. She was almost to the meteor when BAM! Somebody ran right into her and knocked her off course. She wasn't hurt. She was a Quidditch player, and a little collision didn't phase her.

She was, however, bummed to see that she'd lost sight of the meteor.

She saw another one up ahead, though. Whether it was the same one she'd been trailing or not, she didn't know. This time, she had a different plan in mind, though. Instead of trying to catch it, she was going to get in it's path and try to get it to fly toward her.

So off to the other end of the room she went. When she got there, she positioned herself toward the meteor and open her glove as wide as it could go. It was coming...it was coming... BAM! The meteor smacked into her glove with such a force that Sierra was knocked backwards just a bit. She had that meteor, though!

Yellow? Check. Blue? Also a check.