TRAVEL ♔ breaking down the walls to the impossible

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♬ 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.]

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[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.]

[bancroft]

What the lady said. Seems much more convenient than stuffing them all away in some dusty cellar.

[servant]

[Nine and half hours? Not long enough. Merlin's already decided that he loves flying, and can't seem to tear himself away from looking out the window at the tiny little world below.]

[He always keeps one ear on Bancroft though, for the entertaining things he says.]

With that many bottles, why do you have to pass them around? Couldn't we all just have our own?

[luthir]

If you ask me, the entire idea is a bit unsanitary.

[socialgraces]

That's what the alcohol is for. [She offers as a rational excuse.]

[luthir]

Not entirely comforting.

[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?

[socialgraces]

As if it's his plane. [She mumbles under her breath.

She takes the seat, settling in gracefully and crossing her legs, hands in her lap.] Have you sorted out who you want on your team then?

[bancroft]

Well, this is all right up La Krail's alley. And I suppose that means I've got his squire as well.

[socialgraces]

[She tries to hide (bluff check 21) her slight disappointment, even though she had assumed as much, and nods.] And your squire, being a wizard, will probably be quite useful. I assume Arthur will travel with me, along with Ethan, my squire.

[She tries to very quickly shuffle through the faces on the plane to make sure she hasn't left anyone out. She knows Luthir has other obligations, so that would be everyone then.

She gives a sigh, almost in relief.] Well, that's settled then. Only [She glances at the clock on her phone.] five hours left to go. [She smirks.]

[bancroft]

[His eyes linger on her face for just a moment too long, as if maybe he caught that hint of let down. But he says nothing about it, and simply smirks back at her joke about the time.]

We could always find a way to fill the long hours.

[socialgraces]

[speaking of blatant innuendos She laughs, quickly turning her face from him. Luckily she can't blush.]

And what do you suggest, Sir Bancroft? Something stimulating, I hope.

[bancroft]

[His grin only widens as she plays along] How do you feel about games, then?

[socialgraces]

Only if you can guarantee we'll both win. [She grins devilishly before moving on.] But I suppose a game could be interesting. What did you have in mind?

[bancroft]

Oh, but those are my favorite ways to play, my dear. [ >:D is his... actual face]

But I suppose we face certain limitations here and now. So what do you say to a round of ... Truth or Dare?

[socialgraces]

[Well, how is she supposed to say no to that. That's against the very rules of the game. Besides, she's an excellent liar, if need be. Although she would hesitate for just a moment before deciding now was the time to be brave, all things considered.] Alright.

[bancroft]

Excellent! Then I'll go first. [He seems to mull over it for a moment, eyes scanning the other occupants as if he's trying to decide which of this scenarios would make them the most uncomfortable]

... Dare.

[socialgraces]

[She ponders for quite some time, as she is not terribly creative. But, when an idea does strikes her, she pulls her knees up underneath her in the seat to make herself taller and to give her more mobility. She uses Thomas's arm as an anchor to lean over the armrest and against him, her mouth at his ear.

She whispers] I dare you... [with extra breath behind her words to emphasize them] to pick a fight with Katniss. [She pauses, still at his ear.] Take that as you will.

[And she leans back just enough to be able to see his face. After a few moments of challenging closeness she shifts to sit on the armrest behind her and crosses her arms, waiting.]

[bancroft]

[His unnaturally phosphorescent blue eyes positively sparkle at the challenge, and he grins widely at her playful delivery. And then wipes his palms together and leans back towards her.]

Done. [And merrily gets up and goes to plonk down next to Katniss. In that... thread down there.]

1/2

[socialgraces]

[She'll just watch him go, and is making no attempts to hide that she's already having lots of fun. She observes their interaction, trying to look like just a casual observer.

Of course, Katniss' comment about Christos finding and saving her ignites a beaming smile on Francesca's face, her belly warm with all sorts of fuzzy feelings.]

2/2

[socialgraces]

[And when he returns, which he's destined to do, she just watches him take his seat, her eyebrows raised expectantly.]

[bancroft]

[He sits down with a dramatic victimized sigh, slapping his thighs] Well! That's a first impression that will take years to undo.