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

[bancroft]

[Thomas waves aside Francesca's practical concerns about actual geography. Pfft, who cares about reality.

He rubs his chin thoughtfully, smile still intact as his eyes flash conspiratorially across the others. He gets a good chuckle in over some of her responses, even if they aren't half as mean as he was hoping for. His eyes crinkle mischievously at her response to him, and her inevitable selection of Christos, but he makes no commentary about it. Well, almost none, as he clucks his tongue.] Christos is a lucky man.

If I didn't know any better, I might have thought you had already considered this precise scenario. No hesitation whatsoever in listing out our flaws! [He smirks and pats her hand, and then turns his gaze to the rest of the plane's inhabitants, casting them around until they land on the young King.]

Arthur! Truth or dare?

[socialgraces]

[She just gives him a knowing smile in response to his first comment, and it only grows wider in reference to the second. Come now Thomas, you shouldn't expect a diplomat to be rude to someone's face.]

I told you I was boring. [But thank the gods he's decided to include the rest of the plane. Makes it much more interesting and much less tense. She turns back to look at Arthur as well, a mischievous smile on her lips.]

[king]

[ Arthur looks up at both of them, startled. ]

Er, pardon?

[ But he knows he heard correctly, and even if the anti-nausea medication has left him a little too abstract to have listened in long enough to know quite what it means, he imagines he just has to pick one. It's difficult: he values veracity and daring equally. ]

T....ruth?

[bancroft]

Alright, since we've spent so much time discussing the merits of storing alcohol on walls, it only seems right to ask: you must have some embarrassing tale or other to tell, whether the details remain fuzzy or no. King Arthur's wildest drunkest shenanigans: go.

[He holds up a hand] And you get a pass if you honestly don't recall, naturally, but if you make up a tale, none of us are like to know.