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

[bigbad]

[Dammit, this isn't working. Time to try lying. ...with a bluff check of 22, so it's surprisingly convincing.] You do get that I was being metaphorical with all that, right?

[nosdacaraid]

[Especially with like a 5 sense motive] Maybe you should try being a little... more literal. Today.

[bigbad]

[Yeah... wow, Mark, you are pretty stupid and naive if you believed that. And you'll feel that more when it inevitably comes out. But Spike just shrugs.]

My bad.

[nosdacaraid]

What does metaphorically drinking blood... mean, exactly?

[bigbad]

She, uh, felt like I was sucking the life out of her. [...yeah, he only got an eight that time.]

[nosdacaraid]

[Eight is enough :( ] Do you get that from a lot of women?

[bigbad]

[That worked? Seriously? Wow. Spike crosses his arms, looking a little defensive. Not because a lot of women have said he was sucking the life out of him (as far as he knows) but because he can't remember.]

No. She's just... overreacting.

[nosdacaraid]

Did you two ... know each other before you joined up with us?

[bigbad]

No. We met at the squiring thing.

[nosdacaraid]

Really? Because it seemed like you two... [He waggles a finger back and forth like a metronome]

[bigbad]

[Spike scowls at him.] We're just friends. [Except... not anymore.]

[nosdacaraid]

Hey, I never said you were more than that. You just seemed, uh, familiar.

[bigbad]

Well, we're not. Especially not now.

[nosdacaraid]

... Ok, new subject.

[bigbad]

All right. [...he pauses here, figuring Mark's got one prepared.]

[nosdacaraid]

[You really overestimate him] SO. Chicago. City of-- wind....

[bigbad]

[...yeah, Spike's done here. He just... turns around and heads back to his seat.]

[nosdacaraid]

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