TRAVEL ♔ crash through my chest and you will find me

[nosdacariad]

♬ Blanket of Ash - Jatun

WHO || Mark, Finnick, Martha, Spike (technically Arthur too! he's... sleeping, shh) [Closed]
WHAT || The Flight to London; team failboat is recalled for a debrief...
WHERE || IN THE AIR
WHEN || July 7
HOW || Actionspam

[This log is for any in-flight interactions on the Knight's private plane ride to the mission site. Feel free to make your own threads/threadjack, etc. The flight time is approx nine hours. Get to know your teammates, talk about the mission, ask questions, etc. etc.]

Comments

[bigbad]

He's a wanker. [Spike's still pissed. X( ] We've all been working our asses off. He's not even here.

[slewthetyrant]

[Martha nods in agreement.] It's total bollocks. What could the more experienced Knights do that we haven't?

[nosdacariad]

Watch what you say about him. [ mark actually sounds angry, half snapping the words and leveling his gaze at them. ] Wynn does more than you'll ever know for people, and he doesn't just do something like this on a whim.

[bigbad]

[Spike raises his eyebrow at Mark.] He's not perfect. No one is. Even if you fancy him, he's taking us off the mission where we've spent months. Before we're finished!

[He grabs another tiny bottle of vodka. As a vampire, especially as a vampire that drinks a lot, he's got too high a tolerance to let him get drunk from that small an amount, but that won't stop him from trying.] You can't pretend you're happy about this. You brought out the booze.

[nosdacariad]

The booze has nothing to do with Wynn. [ he scoffs and downs his bottle's remaining contents, before seeming to realize what he said ] I mean... it's... I just like these.

[aproperdoctor]

[Martha frowns at Mark, taking another bottle for herself.] We aren't saying that he's a bad person or anything - I mean, he took a bunch of amnesiac strangers in and gave us gainful employment - but we are arguing with the decision he made to pull us off the mission we've been working on.

[65]

No one's been pulled yet.

[Finnick calls from his oscar the grouch trash can corner of the plane while not looking up from angry birds.]

[nosdacariad]

Maybe he just missed our smiling faces.

[bigbad]

Yet. And not all of us enjoy smiling.

[nosdacariad]

Well, it wouldn't hurt you to learn.

[65]

[still not looking up, in a tone both dismissive and sarcastic:] My face hurts from it.

[bigbad]

See? [Spike gestures over at Finnick with one of the little bottles.] No reason for both of us to suffer.

[nosdacariad]

Forget I said anything.