TRAVEL ♔ fill me up again

[telekinection]

WHO || Rose, Dimitri, Amrita, Lila, Aurelius, Tia, and Eric[Closed]
WHAT || The Flight to Chicago
WHERE || ON AN AEROPLANE / Hotel in Chicago
WHEN || Thur, April 4th [forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

[This log is for any in-flight interactions on the Knight's private plane ride to the mission site. Please do not disturb the pilot 8| Feel free to make your own threads, etc. The flight time is approx eighthours.

There will also be a thread for arriving at the hotel and settling in. ]

Comments

[bittersweeter]

I'm not sick. [Which she says like it should be obvious, okay. Even though she just got sick and wants to die, tipping over a little bit in her seat.] I'm claustrophobic.

[Maybe she should have mentioned that. You know. Before the eight hour flight.]

[sirstickuphisass]

You're-- [ oh. OH. greaaat...

he looks around, at a loss ] Uh, I... do you ... usually do something...

[bittersweeter]

Drive. [Haha, still flippant. But then, she's not covered in vomit, so...] Drink, is there something I can drink?

[sirstickuphisass]

Would water do?

[bittersweeter]

[Water. No, you are the worst mentor. That is not what she meant. Hate, so much hate.] Or a tall glass of vodka and orange juice, hold the OJ.

[Maybe he'll ignore drinking laws. They're in the sky, is there even one applicable?]

[sirstickuphisass]

[ omg why can't i find a 30 rock matt damon SKY LAW clip when i need one, so timely ]

Oh. Uh, are-- [ you can see he's thinking about it. real hard. about being a twatwaffle.

to his credit, look at him decide against it ] I'll see if they have any of those little bottles.

[ edit: i lied i found one ]

[bittersweeter]

Thanks. [She's just gonna curl up in the seat and try not to cry or break anything. She should probably unclench her fists before she makes herself bleed. She can do that later. Do they have those little blankets? She'll take six of those. And a pillow. And maybe a punch to the face, that would be swell too.]

I probably should have told you.

[JUST A THOUGHT.]

[sirstickuphisass]

Well, I know now.

[ with a nat 20 search check he comes back with... exactly what she wanted, actually. blankets and vodka and a pillow. ] You know that alcohol can actually increase anxiety in these situations, right?

[bittersweeter]

[Grabby hands.] In moderation it also works as a muscle relaxant and the cheap equivalent to anti-anxiety drugs. Hear it's great for insomnia too.

[Also good for pain and her whole body hurts from the sheer effort it's taking not to scream or cry or work someone over just to calm herself down.

Also works really great at forgetting that she's making a fool out of herself in front of her "teammates". As if she wasn't already the weak one just for being the youngest. Now this. Yay.]

I'm not a weepy drunk, don't worry.

[sirstickuphisass]

[ reluctantly, he hands it over ] I just want to make sure you know what you're doing.

[bittersweeter]

[She unscrews the little top quickly and just guzzles half it, making a face as she swallows. Still tastes like gross, but it's better than nothing.]

I'll be fine. You don't need to burden yourself with me anymore.

[sirstickuphisass]

[ testily: ] Oh, don't-- you're not a burden.




But I am gonna go... clean up.

[bittersweeter]

[Snort. It's pretty clear Lila doesn't believe him 100%, but whatever, she'll let him carry on with his own delusions.

She pulls the blankets up over herself and tosses back the last of the tiny little bottle. Already she is less anxious, but it might have just been not focusing on the fact that she's anxious. Maybe.]