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

[nothingsodivine]

[HEY BOI. Des stalks over, all but swaggering like Dirty Harry over here.] I'm so glad that happens in real life too. All these years I thought, "Nah, there's never a strategically placed chainlink fence when you need one." And yet here we are. [He grabs the hooligan by the collar and hauls him to his feet before delicately shoving him against the fence.

...Actually not delicately at all, because he landed a nat 20 intimidation check. Holy shit, this poor kid.] Okay, kid, here's the thing. I'm not a big believer in coincidences, so when I find a guy making cute little scribbles on the wall that keep hauntin' my friggin' dreams, I'm not one to go 'well, maybe that's just seren-fucking-dipity.' So what's your take on that? If your answer is 'Gee, Mr. Descant, I sure wouldn't want to bullshit you. No sir,' you get the bingo.

[behindcloseddoors]

[ the boy lets out a squawk as des slams him against the chains, and his hood falls backwards, revealing his widened eyes, that are visibly slitted. terrified, his forked tongue runs over his lips nervously as he listens, not even struggling. a dark spot appears on his pants after a moment, sliding down the leg. yep. PISSED HIS PANTS. ] I-it's not a scribble, they-- they sent me out to m-mark the territory!

[nothingsodivine]

[GOOD REACTION, SNAKE KID.]

That's a good answer. Well done. [Des's teeth bare in a manic grin. Yeah, he's totally the best good guy ever.] What's going on? Why's the Mother got it in for me? What's she hiding that she don't want me finding?

[behindcloseddoors]

[ he looks pale as shit as he cowers beneath des' grip. ] I-I don't know what she wants with you! She probably j--just thinks you're looking into things you shouldn't. All I k-know is they sent me out here to mark for a recruitment drive! That's all! I swear that's all!

[nothingsodivine]

[He lets go, because that's all the information he really needs. However, he plants a hand gently on the kid's chest to keep him from bolting just yet.] And where would a guy looking to sign up go for recruitment?

[behindcloseddoors]

[ he looks down at the hand, all panicky ] B-but... you're not... they don't recruit outside the r-race.

[nothingsodivine]

That's pretty racist. Maybe I'm a 1/3 reptile man on my mother's side.

[behindcloseddoors]

[ he doesn't argue that point, at least ] They'll t-test you.

[nothingsodivine]

I'm a good test-taker. [Still grinning like a crazy person.] Tell me where the recruitment drive is, kid, or do I have to see if you actually regrow your limbs?

[behindcloseddoors]

There's a restaurant! Marida's on the south side of town. You have to tell them you h-heard the special was excellent and then they take you -- take you underground.

[nothingsodivine]

You're a peach. [And with that he drops him.] Try not to spoil the surprise, kid. I like to make an entrance.

[behindcloseddoors]

[ he lets out a small whine and covers his head, curling up on the ground until the big bad man goes away ]