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

[shootfirst]

Cure spells hurt you? [/drawing some conclusions over here]

[bigbad]

[...oops, that was what tipped Buffy to the vampire thing too, wasn't it? Time to try and cover. Bluff check fifteen! Let's hope Kat is... better at this than Mark. Also let's hope she is dryer than the ocean.]

When they're done wrong.

[shootfirst]

Are you gonna spill on who was doing the faulty spells? Pretty sure I'm not going to them next time I need a pick me up.

[bigbad]

[Spike is on fire with this lying thing. Maybe he should go try and tell Buffy he's actually human and it was an elaborate prank. IT MIGHT WORK.]

The bald bloke. Didn't catch his name.

[shootfirst]

Solace? ... Wow. We're in pretty crappy shape cleric-wise if our top dude can't even do a simple healing spell.

[bigbad]

I said the same thing. Plus, he was a dick. [...he probably should... explain that it wasn't Solace's fault. (unsure) But... secrets.]

[shootfirst]

Pretty sure that goes with the territory of getting old for most of the Knights. Evidence suggests.

[bigbad]

I've noticed that. [Fucking Sir Toomanynames.] Any notable exceptions?

[shootfirst]

Sir Dovan's basically a big teddy bear.

[bigbad]

[Oh right, Spike met him.]

I don't know if 'big' is the word I'd use...

[Is that not PC? Oh well, Spike doesn't really care.]

[shootfirst]

He might be squat, but he makes up for it with the broad.

[bigbad]

[He shrugs.] No, he's still bloody short. I like him, though. Good bloke.

[shootfirst]

See? Not all bad.

[bigbad]

He's just the exception that proves the rule.

[shootfirst]

Either way. Rule proven.

[bigbad]

[He shrugs.] I'll just avoid crotchety old men on principle, then.

[shootfirst]

Best of luck with all that.

[bigbad]

Right. [He gives a bit of a shrug and glances back at his seat.] Guess I ought to be going around now. Nice chatting with you.