TRAVEL ♔ breaking down the walls to the impossible

[everyredcent]

♬ Impossible - Kelly Clarkson

WHO || Thomas, Christos, Francesca, Luthir, Arthur, Merlin, Katniss, Ethan [Closed]
WHAT || The Flight to Russia
WHERE || IN THE AIR.  ON A STEALTH JET
WHEN || Monday evening, Mar 5th
HOW || Actionspam

[This log is for any in-flight interactions on the Knight's SUPER STEALTHY X-JET jet plane ride to the mission site. Feel free to make your own threads/threadjack, etc. The flight time is approx nine and a half hours. Get to know your teammates, talk about the mission, ask questions, etc. etc.]

Comments

ota;

[everyredcent]

[THIS IS YOUR PILOT SPEAKING. Except... not really speaking at all. Just up here smoothly piloting the cool jet and ignoring all your lives. Disturb at your own peril.]

[socialgraces]

[She knows he doesn't really want to spend the whole flight alone, so she makes her way up there after they've hit their main traveling elevation.

She'll bring him a snack, too. Something she knows he likes. And she settles into the obligatory co-pilot seat.] Here. [She hands over the food.] Since I know you can't exactly get up to go get one yourself.

[everyredcent]

[OF COURSE HE DOES YOU DON'T KNOW HIS LI-- oo snacks.

He will just... reach over and take that after barely a moment of hesitation] I ate before we left. [Still, it disappears quickly into his pocket. 8|]

[befree]

[Katniss decides to pop in about three hours into the flight, and moves to stand near him as if she owns the place. She's so bored and restless, she's going crazy. So clearly that means Christos needs to babysit her better.]

Do you really have to sit here the entire time?

[Because that seems unfair and unnatural and like it would get boring after ten minutes.]

[everyredcent]

[The short answer is no, lol auto pilot. The long answer involves how much he hates most of humanity. He'll compromise in the middle]

One never knows what we might encounter that will necessitate an immediate response.

ota;

[bancroft]

[Being buckled in is for squares. Thomas reclines in his seat with his legs crossed, and his arms behind his head]

We're in for a long flight, my friends.

Anyone fancy 99 Bottles of Beer on the wall? [He grins widely as Christos glares backwards for two seconds]

[king]

[ Squares and also squires. Or at least, this squires. Arthur has mostly been staring at the seat in front of him with a gruelling sort of determination, hoping to give the impression of being burdened by the weight of his own talent and popularity than, you know, sick to his stomach. But Bancroft's close enough that the comment catches his attention. ]

Why would you put bottles of beer on a wall?

[socialgraces]

[Francesca calls back from her seat:] So you can take one down, and pass it around. Repeatedly.

[She's quite amused by Thomas' suggestion, and more so by Christos' reaction.]

[socialgraces]

[A couple hours into the flight Francesca starts to get real bored. She brought some research material and a book, but none of that was really cutting it. And Christos acts like he needs to concentrate to fly a plane running on autopilot 8|

So she decides to move back by Thomas, hoping he'll entertain her for a bit. If anyone can lighten her mood, it will be him 8)]

May I? [She asks him, her tone light and flirtatious, looking between him and the seat next to him, with a big smile on her face.]

[bancroft]

[Thomas is nothing if not entertaining. And flirtychans with the entire world.] I imagine there aren't very many men who would have it in them to say no to you. [He gestures to the seat] Plus, it hardly has my name on it. Maybe I should have brought a jack knife and left it in the leather. Do you think we would have gotten to literally see La Krail's blood boiling?

ota;

[luthir]

[The elf seems 100% content to stare motionlessly out the window.

:|

8| ]

[befree]

[Yeaaaah, this guy knows where it's at. At some point on the million hour long flight Katniss finds herself sitting next to him. She'll stare motionlessly and expressionlessly out the window with you, bro.]

[luthir]

[He'll just let her sit there in silence for some time, before he says:]

Have you received much training for this sort of mission?

ota;

[socialgraces]

[Francesca picks a window seat near the front of the plane. She'll be jumping back and forth between the cockpit and her seat for most of the flight. She's quiet, but seems ever-approachable.]

[luthir]

[Welp. Eventually Luthir comes and sits down next to her. Hi.]

I thought you might have some questions.

[socialgraces]

[She turns her head in his direction, nodding as she replies.] Yes, I do. [And questions quickly fall from her mouth, as if she'd been sitting here thinking about just this the whole flight.] Have you had much interaction with the human city? Or any of it's leaders?

ota.

[befree]

[In between frequently occasionally getting up to go stand behind and watch Christos do his thing, Katniss is curled up in a seat, trying her best to not look nervous about being so trapped in a tiny little place.

Nine hours is a long time to feel like a caged animal being transported somewhere.

So please, do bother her. She needs the distraction, even if she won't admit it.]

[socialgraces]

[Francesca will gladly come bother Katniss during their flight. And, she'll bring her a snack.

She sits in the seat next to her, and holds out a small bag of chips in offering.] Would you like a snack?

[befree]

[But if she eats, she could get sick. So she just stares at the bag of chips.

She quickly realizes that she'll also start being annoyed by her stomach rumbling if she doesn't eat something, so she reaches out to gently snatch them from her. She doesn't eat them right away, but holds them in hand and glances down at them, shaking the bag to see the contents.]

Thank you.

[It's as close to sincere as she can get when she's feeling so out of her element and caged in.]

How do you tolerate being trapped in here as well as you do? It's driving me crazy.

[bancroft]

[Thomas loves bothering all the people]

So, has anyone given you a proper apology yet?

[befree]

[Oh god, who are you and why are you here, in her space. :|]

A proper apology for what?

[king]

[ Arthur is a combination of how high up are we? and motion sickness. Most of the time he's able to manage the latter by not moving or looking at anything and certainly not out the window. The former makes that tempting, though. Because really, thirty-thousand feet is an inconceivable amount of distance. Surely they must be close to the sun by now? ]

[ Just a quick peek, and he's captivated by the view — but oh, he regrets it soon enough. Arthur passes a hand over his eyes, green about the gills. Anyone who tries to speak to him will have a one in ten chance of being puked on. ]

please don't puke on me, Arthur...

[socialgraces]

[And, since she'll apparently have to play the mom role in this group, she settles into a seat next to Arthur, a few minutes after take-off. She's holding a bottle of water and something else in her enclosed palm.]

Arthur? [Her voice is tentative, as she doesn't want to startle him and make his sickness worse. She waits for him to acknowledge her before she says any more.]

Here. [And she holds out both her hands towards him, offering him what she's holding.] Swallow these. [And she lets two small capsules fall into his palm before giving him the water bottle.] They'll help tremendously.

[everyredcent]

[/does a barrel roll]

[befree]

You look terrible.

[She's trying to be helpful, especially after Christos was a troll and did all those rude barrel rolls. She even hands over a bottle of water to him. And one of those little paper bags. Which she hopes he doesn't actually have to use, because she doesn't think the smell would be very nice in such a confined place.]

It's a new experience for me too. [Her body is just adapting better, it seems. She gives him a sympathetic look before taking a safe step away from him. Just in case.]