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

[postergirl]

Yes, we certainly are full of modern marvels around here.

So what exactly is your... area of expertise?

[witchwoman]

[Myri fusses with the hem of her shirt for a moment.]

I'm a witchwoman. A healer.

And you?

[postergirl]

I suppose you could say I'm part of our people skills department. [Frightening, isn't it.]

[witchwoman]

[Very] Oh. So how does that play into our mission here?

[postergirl]

[She looks just a liiittle bitter as she slumps back against her seat] Well, in normal circumstances, I'd be doing what Wynn has Gar doing. But I suppose they have me around in case she fails spectacularly at it. Or should I say when she does.

[witchwoman]

[And somehow, she feels like she's hearing things that she normally shouldn't. But she's forever curious and likes to poke to see what she can find out.]

If she will not be successful, why not have you perform the task in the first place?

[postergirl]

Because Wynn loves to play his little favorites, for one. Which is all well and good until it winds up with our mission failing.

[witchwoman]

...Should I be concerned?

[Because now Myri is worried about her own safety and the safety of those she has met. Good job.]

[postergirl]

[She lives for it.] Well, it's always a good idea to stay on your toes. The Knights do have an awfully high casualty rate.

[witchwoman]

[g u l p]

I see.

[postergirl]

But don't worry. I'm certain you'll be perfectly fine. [ >:) ]

[witchwoman]

Hmm. [She muses, chewing on her bottom lip.]

Excuse me. If you don't mind, I think I just need to... stretch my legs.

[postergirl]

Don't let me keep you.

[witchwoman]

[Myri bows her head in a slight gesture of respect and smiles awkwardly before standing and slowly shuffling off to find someone less... intimidating to talk to.]