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]

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.