Judging the height down to the table was pretty difficult, but 200 feet of rope... that had to be enough, right? Whether it was or not, it was worth a try. Getting into that restaurant was imperative to living your survival fantasy and this was the safest way you could think of doing it, so long as you play it safe, slow and nobody spots you and thinks your a creepy arachnid.
"Damn," you thought. "Maybe I should have just shrunk myself in the bathroom of this place and took it from there.... no... I wanted an adventure, now I got it. Time to grow some balls pal."
With steady hands you grip onto one end of the rope on a single bundle and boot it off the ledge. You watch as it simultaneously plummets and unravels through the air until it finally straightens fully out and sways back and forth in the air. It covered a good distance from what you could tell. Perhaps the second bundle would be enough to cover the leftover. You tie the the rope to the second bundle with your best constrictor knot, grab onto the opposite end and toss it over the edge. The two seperate ropes combine to form a super rope thats so long you cant even tell where the bottom is. You anchor the rope around one of the drones propeller bases and step to the edge of the veranda.
Positive thoughts flow through your head. "This should do... time to get to it. Just a quick trip down a... long... long drop."
As steady as you possibly could, you began descending down the rope like you were in some kind of spy film down to the table. It was pretty tiring and after about 10 minutes you were nearly there. Unfortunately, the closer to the bottom you got, the more you realized the rope didnt quite make it to the table, instead it hovered slightly above the head of one of the women.
From what you picked up from their conversations as you went down, this woman was probably named Jessica though you werent a hundred percent positive as you werent exactly focusing on their chatting. You loop the rope around your boot and use it as a foothold to alleviate some of the strain on your muscles as you dangled their in the air for a much needed break.
This wasnt going to plan. The only way to get off this rope now was to get onto this Jessica woman and that was something you didnt know if you were prepared for. To be this small on a human being, like a bug, their body now an entire landscape to you! Your drop off point was going to have to be somewhere on her head from the looks of things. Picturing what a human scalp would look like from your view, ...what it would be like to wander around in this womans black hair like it was a forest. Or to walk on her skin... she was tanned, like a bronze gold tan, so she must be warm to the touch, especially on a sunny day like today.
It was creepy to think, but it gave you jitters. You hated the sound of that word, but it seemed to sum up your feelings perfectly. After all, aside from her gigantic form, she was also very beautiful. All these women were overwhelmingly intimidating to you, but she stuck out to you. Out of her friend group here, (atleast from what little you observed) she seemed to be the most reserved, laid back, cheerful, friendly... all the qualities that you would find endearing in a partner... but you were getting ahead of yourself. Right now, you just needed to get down to the end of this rope and leap onto her body before someone swats you out of the air.
You release your foot from the rope loop and start once again on shinnying down the rope. The blonde woman; the loud one, was getting mighty expressive with her storytelling as she revelled in the attention her friends gave her, as in waving hands, looking up, down and all around. She was having fun telling a story about what you gathered to be about an ex-boyfriend and what she referred to as, 'the gear shift incident'. Apparently there was a mishap during a fuck session in the unfortunate mans car seat, but that didnt matter. What mattered was her mannerisms. Her eyes tending to look upwards whenever she recalled her ex's stupidity, which actually put you directly in her point of view! If she was more attentive, she may end up spotting you and mistaking you as a spider or something. Which ofcourse would most likely mean your death.
Luckily, Jessica was very close now. A little further down and you would be able to safely drop onto her soft head of hair.
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