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

[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.

[king]

[ I thought Christos was the mom. ]

[ Arthur takes the tablets, eying them warily: magic or medicine? Eventually he puts them in his mouth. Except he then chews them — like he knows how modern medicine works okay — and pulls a horrified face. Manfully, he manages to keep chewing and swallow, washing the taste out of his mouth with the waterbottle. ]

Ergh.

[socialgraces]

[She makes a face as she watches him chew them, imagining how horrible that might taste. She won't say anything to embarrass him though.]

It shouldn't take long for them to work. They might make you a bit drowsy, but that's better than being uncomfortably nauseous for the extent of the flight.

[king]

It is. Thank you, Francesca.

[ He downs about half the bottle of water, and still looks a little queasy, though now his percentage chance of passing out is zero. Percentage chance of going on a nausea-meds trip is pretty high though. ]

[socialgraces]

Well I definitely wouldn't want you, of all people, to not be able to enjoy you're first airplane ride. I can only imagine how fascinating a new experience it must be.

[king]

It's definitely exciting. How does it manage to stay in the air?

[socialgraces]

[Um... yeah... about her knowledge of all things mechanical. Not so much. But she knows a little bit and can BS the rest. That's what diplomats do, after all.]

Well, it's aerodynamic, which means it's very design is meant to is meant to harness and use the wind's power and avoid it's resistance. As much as possible, that is. It uses mechanical engines to power it, and the momentum of the speed we use at take-off to get it in the air.

[Ok, yeah, she really doesn't know how airplanes work. But isn't there a check for this? How about an acting check, to sound like she knows what she's talking about. DC 27.]

The propellers [She motions out the window in one of their general directions.] take in the wind power and use it, along with the fuel, to generate the engines.

[Hopefully he won't pick up on the fact that she didn't really tell him anything... And she keeps her voice at a more intimate level so more knowledge people won't overhear and correct her.]

[king]

[ Unfortunately, Arthur isn't particularly good at spotting discrepancies in people's behavior or knowing when they're lying, which is probably why he's constantly involved with assassins and traitors. Not to mention Merlin and his years of pretending not to have magic. ]

I see, wind power.

[ He nods. Twenty-first century technology is just so very new and exciting! Arthur hadn't even known the wind had power. ]

And then the driver just steers and brakes?

[socialgraces]

[She gives him a strange look at the thought of someone hitting the brakes on an airplane.] Well, it's much more complicated than that. There's more to take into account, I guess. And there aren't really... brakes. If you stop moving, they plane will quickly lose elevation.

Honestly, I'm not pilot. [She chuckles.] Sorry to disappoint you. I only know the basics. It's not a common skill, like driving a car. It takes a lot more training and experience.

[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.]

[king]

[ Arthur looks suspiciously at the paper bag, unable to discern its use at a glance. Eventually he correlates the two objects and puts the water bottle in the bag. And he doesn't thank her, because he's an entitled brat who's used to people simply giving him things. ]

It's all right. Francesca gave me a remedy.

[ From his pained tome it hasn't quite kicked in. ]

Happened the second time I got in a car, too. Unpleasant all around, really.