TRAVEL ♔ you've got to promise not to stop when I say when

[bancroft]

♬ Everlong - Foo Fighters

WHO || Thomas Bancroft, Gar, Kat, Dumage, Mark, Myri, Buffy, Finnick, Spike, Rafael, Des?
WHAT || The Knights return to New Orleans (Flight + Reunions @ hotel/airport)
WHERE || Flight to New Orleans > Airport in New Orleans > Hotel in New Orleans
WHEN || Friday Oct 12th (Forward dated!)
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.

Rafael will be meeting the Knight at the New Orlean airport, and Des is welcome to reconnoiter with the Knights back at the hotel!  Feel free to do threads for grabbing rooming buddies, etc. ] ]

Comments

FLIGHT THREADS

[bancroft]

[ plz place all TALK TO MEEEE or HERE WHAT I BE DOIN' subthreads for the flight aqui thanks ]

ota

[bigbad]

[Man, Spike hates flying. He is, as usual, tucked away in a shady alcove with all the shades down. And he's leaning against the closed window because he is a rebel and a badass and the sun can't hurt him in here. X(

Also he's watching random TV shows and movies on his phone, but he keeps getting bored in the middle and switching. Finally, he shoves the phone into his pocket and huffs an annoyed sigh, looking around for other people to bother.]

[postergirl]

[ dumage catches his eye and shoots him a wink across the aisle, moving the magazine off the seat next to her. hint hint hint. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike can take a hint. Especially when it's as pretty as Dumage. does he finally get airplane sex He swings over to her row, plopping down in the seat.]

You know, I might be old enough to remember when going from London to New Orleans took months by rowboat or whatever, but nine hours is still a long time. I hate plane rides.

[postergirl]

And here I thought bodies of water didn't sit well with your kind, period.

ota;

[bancroft]

[ thomas seems unfazed by the notion of airplane safety, and merrily makes his way up and down the main aisle, starting conversation, checking on stowed luggage, and eventually taking a place at the front of the plane, one hand on a seat on either side of the walkway to make an announcement. ]

Well, then! As we're all going to be working together, I propose we play some kind of game to help learn more about one another. Any suggestions?

[bigbad]

[Boy, this sure is the opposite of what Spike wanted.]

...we already know each other. We've been working together for months.

[bancroft]

Perhaps you have, but I surely haven't! Not to mention it's rather presumptuous to feel you can truly understand someone in the span of a few months.

[65]

I suppose we could play two truths and one lie again.

ota;

[rationalizes]

[ gar's innocently over here reading a book like she does 99% of the time when suddenly... a black blur leaps onto her lap out of nowhere and the books goes flying as she lets out a loud shriek, nearly jumping out of her seat ]

2/2

[shootfirst]

He's not that ferocious. [ kat grins as she scoops the black cat off gar's lap and into her arms ] At least it wasn't Sven's displacer beast.

[witchwoman]

[Myri's attention is grabbed by the ruckus. She's been reading a small book (probably loaned by Gar, and certainly not 50 Shades of Grey this time), but once she sees what's caused the issue, she motions for Amaranth to follow.]

Kat! You haven't introduced us to your friend.

[shootfirst]

Oh, right! Everybody: this is Lucky. [ the cat unfurls from the ball its formed in her arms enough to open two slitted suspicious yellow eyes and look around at them all. its gaze settles on amaranth who he watches cautiously as his tail swishes lazily back and forth ] He was my birthday present from Gar - and now he's my familiar.

ota; 1/-

[postergirl]

[ dumage settles in right next to mark, giving him a sly smile ] Don't tell me you didn't miss me.

[nosdacariad]

[ mark looks like he's trying to smile but it's folding out from under him. ] I, er, hi...

ota

[witchwoman]

[Myri is still constantly fascinated by flight, but she's an old hand at this by now, so she's splitting her time among several things: reading, smuggling with amaranth, chatting up her teammates, etc.

She may also be fussing with her phone to try to teach herself a bit more about technology.]

[postergirl]

[ don't think dumage doesn't notice. and she's going to teach myri a little lesson in technology and text her a picture message.

attached here.

the shit you can find on the internet thanks to burt.

now she'll sit back and watch from over here. :) ]

[witchwoman]

[The text alert startles Myri slightly. She manages to get it open and before she can even register who the image is from, it fills her screen. A small noise escapes her as she tries to close it but... can't because technology is hard.

After a moment of fumbling, she just flips her phone over in her lap and looks around, hoping that no one saw.]

[bigbad]

[Spike saw that! (spot 22) So he slings himself down beside her, looking more amused than he probably should. Whatever, he rocks at this.]

Having fun on your phone?

ota

[slay]

[ wow you know what gets really old

fucking nine hour flights.

seriously how many of them is this now like a hundred? it feels like a hundred. buffy's tucked away by a window, reading a book (or reading the nutrition facts on a package of airplane peanuts because her attention span is just not that long) and her expression is pretty clearly communicating how much she loves being stuck on this plane for another however many hours.

yeah no eventually it gets to the point where she's curled up uncomfortably, napping against the window and drooling on her own shoulder. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike is just as bored as Buffy is. But when he sees her sleeping, no matter how uncomfortable she looks he can't bring himself to wake her.

So instead he pulls his coat off and drapes it over her, smiling affectionately at her.

Then he finds another seat and lies down across the row to try and get a few winks himself.]

[slay]

[ buffy doesn't stir until the landing gear hits the runway in good ol', muggy new orleans. as she stirs, she blinks the sleep back, looking down at the coat with confusion as she uncoils. ]

Mm? [ as she wakes up, her gaze lifts around the plane and she spots spike across the way. she processes where the makeshift blanket must have come from and a smile slowly spreads over her face. she huddles under it for a moment longer, savoring the last vestiges of sleep, inhaling the smell of leather and cigarettes and probably leftover coke from the creeper who had this jacket between times spike did as the plane taxis to a stop.

then she sits up in a slow way, folding it over her arm and moving to wake spike up by nudging his legs lightly with her hand. ]

[bigbad]

[He yawns when she nudges him and slowly opens his eyes, looking up at her.] Are we there yet?

[shootfirst]

[ yeah guess what, when you fall asleep, kat is gonna cast mage hand and crook her finger in the direction of those leftover peanuts in your slack grip...

whoooop through the air they fly, aw yis B) ]

[slay]

[ that's enough to wake her up because WOW SHE WAS CUDDLING THOSE. but she looks mostly startled and confused at first, because wow waking up is hard work. and she doesn't notice right away what caused it, because she just doesn't even remember having peanuts in her hand or falling asleep.

then she sees kat with them and shoots her a :| face. ]