TRAVEL ♔ city fast asleep.clouds up on the hill

[rationalizes]

♬ Now Three - Vienna Teng

WHO || Gar, Kat, Mark, Dumage, Martha, Myri, Buffy, Sven, Spike [Closed]
WHAT || The Flight to Chicago
WHERE || IN THE AIR
WHEN || Friday afternoon, Feb 24th
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 eight hours.  Get to know your teammates, talk about the mission, ask questions, etc. etc.]

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[witchwoman]

For everyone's sake, I hope you're right. I don't want anyone to get hurt.

[slay]

Well, if they do, we've got you around in a pinch. Right?

[witchwoman]

[She laughs a little.] So long as it's only one of you at a time.

[bigbad]

[He shakes his head, looking away to try and hide how much it hurts.] What did you expect? Me to go up to you and just slide it in with my name? I would have told you eventually.

[slay]

Don't give me that. You had plenty of chances. You could have told me anytime, but instead you hid it. You would rather lie to me. [ She drops her hands out to her side, shaking her head, attitude taking a turn for the mock-casual. ] No surprise. I'm sure that's just in your nature. A long with a whole lot else that I want no part of.

[slay]

I'm sure we'll form a nice, orderly line of bloodied and mangled almost-corpses.

[bigbad]

Would it have made a difference? [Arguing is better. He can deal with arguing a lot better than he can deal with her refusing to talk to him.] Maybe I wanted you to judge me for me, not for my bloody nature. I don't know how many of my kind you've known, but I haven't hurt anyone. Not since I can remember, anyway. [Which didn't exactly strengthen his argument, but she knew it anyway.] I don't even drink human blood. Just the stuff you get from butcher shops.

[slay]

Oh, uck! [ She makes a disgusted face, looking away. She's sure she's gonna hurl if he keeps up the blood talk. At least 90% sure that she will. Her stomach is turning, she can't believe she's still having this conversation. ] Gross much? [ She huffs, glaring back at him, then holds her hands up in surrender. ]

Fine. You wanna be judged for you? This is me. Judging. Judging you on the fact that you're a lying scumbag. So, I hope it was fun for you, stringing me along. But, you got what you wanted. So, how about you return the favor and just leave. me. alone.

[ She shoves past him again, trying to get back to her seat. God, if he could just stop following her. And, okay, the lie admittedly did suck. And, she didn't really have anything to put it in perspective to that would dull the feeling of betrayal. Which wasn't helping. But, Buffy knew that wasn't all of it -- she also knew she didn't want to get into what else it was. The dreams -- nightmares, really. The fact that she'd apparently somehow been killed by vampires before and wasn't really eager to repeat the process by getting too close to this one. ]

ota;

[postergirl]

[Dumage sits near the back as well, not seeming to mind when Spike snaps shuts any of the shades. Right now she'd idly filing down her nails, glancing out the window and looking bored out of her mind.]

ota;

[shootfirst]

[Kat's got out a tablet, fingers flying across the screen readily as she works on something. Who knows what. She seems pretty restless overall, however, and keeps peeking around to see what everyone else is up to.]

ota;

[nosdacaraid]

[Mark's got in a pair of headphones and is bobbing his head to the beat, occasionally making beat boxing noises.

A listen check of 17 or more and a pop culture check of 12 might be able to identify the tinny sound coming out of his headphones as Britney Spears music.]

[postergirl]

[Dumage observes the girl from her own seat for awhile, taking in her enthusiastic smile and giddy fascination with a critical eye. Finally, she speaks up:]

I quite like your hair.

[rationalizes]

[Gar looks up at the question, casting a friendly smile back Buffy's way] If you'd like one. There is a screen installed. I hardly think anyone would mind, as long as Kat's finished studying her spells.

[nosdacaraid]

[Oh hay, Mark is uncomfortably sitting a couple rows up from this, one earbud dangling out. Dis is his face forever because he can't help but overhear all of this dramatic dramafest.]

[postergirl]

[Welp, Dumage is going to come pester him, after his little tiff with Buffy, because she overheard everything since they came back to the shady corner. Yeah, not so much privacy on an airplane, guys. She sliiides into the seat next to him, ostensibly leaning down to look at his book cover]

Drinks blood and has a softer side. I'll bet that drives the women wild. [She smirks, and gestures with her head up towards Buffy, raising an eyebrow at him with evident curiosity] Though apparently not always in the best way.

[rationalizes]

[Dis is why Gar loves you, Marfa. She'll smile down at her as she makes her way back up to her seat after having a chat with Kat.]

If you have any questions on Shadowkind, don't hesitate to ask.

[witchwoman]

[That causes another little giggle to come from the young woman.]

Too kind.

[She glances around, eyes resting on Spike briefly before turning back to Buffy and lowering her voice.]

That man- you don't seem to like him much..?

[witchwoman]

[Myri turns and smiles at the woman, one hand reaching up to comb through her long, pale hair.]

Oh. Thank you. Yours is lovely as well.

[witchwoman]

[Myrilandel somehow ends up in the seat behind Kat at some point. Her long fingers lightly grip at the seat, pulling herself up to peek over the headrest to get a look at what Kat is doing.]

Stargods... [She breathes as she watches Kat work magic on the device.]

don't mind me while I spam you everywhere

[witchwoman]

[Even if she heard the noise which she didn't, there's no way that Myri would have been able to recognize the song. But this strange man is making stranger noises and she's as curious as ever. She tilts her head and looks at him with a great deal of concern.]

Are you ill?

[bigbad]

[Isn't it cute how Spike attempted to keep this a secret! It sure worked for a good five minutes. He catches Mark's look as Buffy shoves by him, and he doesn't follow her this time. He stares after her longingly for a moment, then turns abruptly towards Mark.]

What?

[bigbad]

[Spike groans, dropping his book and covering his face with his hands.] Not you too. [She doesn't seem to be particularly upset about it now, but here it comes any minute now. 'How dare you lie blah blah blah.' He'll never make any friends he gets to keep.]

[bigbad]

[Spike isn't as easily wowed as Myri, but he still thinks the tablet is pretty cool. And he's too restless from his fight with Buffy to really focus on his poetry. So he leans over to try and see what she's working on.]

What's that, then?

[slay]

[ Buffy followed Myri's gaze and her smile dropping poignantly. She ducked her head, shaking it and glancing back away from him. ]

He -- [ She struggled to find explanation. ] It's complicated. I thought I did. But, it wasn't real. [ She reaches one hand up to fidget with the neckline of her sweater. ] He was just pretending.

[slay]

... Kat studies spells? You mean, she doesn't just ... [ There's a brief punching gesture. Look, Kat was the embodiment of all things violent. There was solidarity happening. ]