There's just no telling how far I'll go...

[noimpulsecontrol]

It had been a long flight out east for the family, and Della had been in the extreme minority when it came to the vote of "should she and Launchpad split flying time?"... Sure, Della'd accepted Launchpad as someone with promise as a pilot. He really tried, and he could crash like nobody else. If he had to fly the Cloudslayer sometimes, she could live with that.

But he didn't have to fly when she was right there!

So once they'd landed in China, Della had needed some time to cool off from the stress of it all. And then, well, a series of distracting finds and interesting incidents had left her absolutely lost, and all those pictures she'd taken with her cellphone had drained the battery dry.

That left her with one option: Find the hangar where they'd landed and wait around there. The only problem? Well...

"Who made this map? I know I've passed this pond, like, four times already!"

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[kawkaw]

As Della was passing the pond again, she would actually find that it was occupied this time around. At the edge of the pond, there was a figure practicing what seemed to be Kung Fu with long sweeps of his arms and legs.