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.]

Comments

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?

i love it :3

[nosdacaraid]

[With an epic Wisdom fail, Mark totally doesn't notice her talking or looking at him, because he's so wrapped up in his music. And then he proceeds to hold his hands against his mouth to ... enhance his beat boxing. Yep.]

A boom-chka-boom-chka-whicky-whicky.

[witchwoman]

[Concerned for his well being, Myrilandel places a hand lightly on his shoulder. It's so hard for her to determine what's wrong, as her gift is not telling her that he needs to be healed- but he is certainly acting oddly.]

[nosdacaraid]

[Annnnd Mark JUMPS at the contact, hands gripping the handle of his seat, as he yanks the headphones off and turns to stare at her wide-eyed]




... Oh. Hey. [/so awkward]

[witchwoman]

[She pulls her hand back quickly.]

You... appear to be having some sort of episode.

[nosdacaraid]

Epi-- huh? [He blinks a few times before looking down at the mp3 player in his lap, seeming more than a little lost.] I was just ... [ok, he's not sure how to define what he was just doing] ... jamming.

[witchwoman]

[His confusion is about the only thing she understands right now.]

You were making very strange noises. I was worried you were choking or ill in some way.

[nosdacaraid]

Oh, that? [He looks relieved and laughs] No, I was just uh... you know, the beat of the song...

[He holds up the headphone end to her] You want to...?

[witchwoman]

[She tentatively reaches out and takes the headphones and brings them closer to her ear. The sound is recognizable as music of some sort, though unlike anything she's heard before. After a moment, she looks at him, still holding the headphones close.]

Is this like the radio Sir Kat showed me?

[nosdacaraid]

Sort of exactly like that, yeah. [He looks down at the player in his hand again] Except... smaller. [A grin]

[witchwoman]

[She smiles, glad that she is able to connect different pieces of this strange world.]

So you were mimicking the music. [She nods her head in time to it.] I'm sorry that I disturbed you.

[nosdacaraid]

Hey, don't worry about it! Zero ... disturbance factor. It wasn't like I was doing anything important.

[witchwoman]

[Myri pulls the headphones away and hands them back to him.]

You're Mark, yes? I don't think we had much chance to talk before.

[nosdacaraid]

[He rolls them up around his hand and then slips them into the pocket of his shirt]

Yeah, that's me. I ... don't think I got your whole name. I mean I'm sure they... said it but we get a lot of...

[/backing it up, he holds out a hand] I'm Mark. And you are?

[witchwoman]

[She laughs and takes his hand to shake] Myrilandel. Or Myri for short. I know it can be a mouthful.

[nosdacaraid]

Myrilandel. Is that what you'd rather be called? Because I mean... mouthful or no, I don't want you to be like, wincing every time I call you something else.

[witchwoman]

Oh, I don't mind much either way. Honest.

[nosdacaraid]

It's a nice name, either way. Really unique. Is it uh...

[He squints at her] I mean you don't look... elven or anything.

[witchwoman]

You're the second person to mention this... elven to me upon introduction. I assume this has to do with the shadow world? I'm not from there, if that clarifies anything.

[NOT ALL MEDIEVAL PEOPLE ARE FROM THE SAME PLACE OKAY. STOP PROFILING HER.]

[nosdacaraid]

Sorry, I guess I uh, shouldn't have assumed. It's just the... [he gestures to his own hair] And I mean you don't strike me as... coming from around here.

[witchwoman]

I am not from here either. I am from the kingdom of Coronnan on the world Kardia Hodos.

[nosdacaraid]

[Mark stares for a long moment, before his eyes get HUUUUGE as he seems to realize something. He then says very slowly, in a hushed voice:] ... Is that in outer space?

[witchwoman]

[Myri's eyebrow furrow in confusion.]

I'm afraid I don't understand the term.

[nosdacaraid]

You know, from up... in the sky. [He points weakly] ... In the stars.

[witchwoman]

[She shakes her head.]

No one can travel to the stars but the gods. And the Stargods have not returned to Coronnan for a very long time- hundreds of years before I was even born.