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| ]

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.]

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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]

[ 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. ]