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

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[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.]

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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]

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[luthir]

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

:|

8| ]

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[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.]

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[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.]

[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?

[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.

[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?

[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.

[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.

[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.]

[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|]

[socialgraces]

[You're welcome.] It's a long flight.

[She watches the radar map for a few moments before looking out the front window.]

I should learn how to do this. [She motions to the flight controls, indicting flying a plane. She's hoping small talk won't be too awkward.]

[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?

[everyredcent]

I'm surprised you haven't taken the opportunity to learn, yet.

[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 can't really think of a reason why she hasn't yet, besides what's probably the real reason -- as in it's sort of his thing and she figures it might bug him if she did learn.

But she's not going to say that. So she just shrugs.] Haven't thought much about it, I guess. It seems quite thrilling, though, with so much power at your control. Much more exciting than simply driving a car. [Yeah, it's hot that you're flying a plane ;)]

[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.]

[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.

[everyredcent]

It requires a finer hand, as well. More dimensions in the equation.

[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.