My mom was Mexican...

Okay. So Victor had managed to tweak his programming and reset some hardware in a way that meant Maglev flight should be a cinch. And the theory had worked perfectly when he'd tested it from the ground; he hadn't gone very high, but he'd zipped around the trees in the preserve with ease (and only a few crashes).

So the next logical step was stress-testing. Which meant jumping off something high. Which was why he was sitting on the edge of the dorm roof, swinging his legs, trying hard to remember that he was self-repairing as he willed himself to jump.

[OOC: Primarily for one, but open if you don't mind SP!]