Ordinary Days

[Brian]

She nods, and quickly pours you each a small plastic glass of the golden liquor.  After collecting the glass, she hands you each a shrink-wrapped in-flight snack (Pea-not (TM)), and moves along.

[Huitzil]

Paul takes an exploratory sip of the airline liquor, and if he doesn't find it too vile, tips his head back and swallows the rest of the glass.

[Brian]

The first sip is actually fine.  Smooth as velvet.

After you quaff the rest of the glass, however, you realize it was not, in fact, scotch, but was a batillion of Scottish warriors composed entirely of napalm, and they're doing horrible things to your virgin lungs and throat.

[Huitzil]

Paul starts coughing and making horrible "Gaach!" noises, pounding his chest in the hopes that it will hasten the descent of the liquid fire into his stomach, which hopefully won't spontaneously implode upon contact.

"Ack! Jesus, if that doesn't put hair on my chest I don't know what will!"

[Brian]

Ginrai sips at his own drink more cautiously after your example.

In due course, you land at Heathrow, run the gauntlet of customs (again), and are then stuck in a lobby with a one hour wait to board your flight to Gibraltar.  The plane to Gibraltar is relatively tiny compared to the one you took originally, this one having only two seats on either side of the single aisle, no in-flight movie, and your seats being (economy) no-where near one-another, though if you crane your neck and look around, you can establish visual contact.

[Dracos]

Dracos first calculates the time discrepenties, making sure he won't be ruining setting himself up along the current time region.  If he doesn't think he will, he first glances around the cabin and then, assuming nothing wrong or interesting, he enjoys looking out the window at the clouds during the trip.

Dracos

[Huitzil]

Paul look around at his fellow passengers, trying to see if any of them have colicky babies or might try to talk his goddamn ear off about their extension-cord business.

[Brian]

Philip: You are sitting next to a tired-eyed thin man in somewhat ragged green flannel who looks to be drowsing.  He is in the aisle seat, and you (luckily) have the window.  He's got straight black hair to about his shoulders, which looks the slightest bit greasy.  His boots are still muddy....

Parthipan: You are sitting next to a resentful and sullen looking Japanese kid, probably in his late teens, dressed in casual clothing (long sleeved shirt, jeans).  He stares fixedly forward, ignoring his opportune window seat.

Paul:  You are sitting next to a middle-aged English businesswoman, in a power-suit who is already dozing off in her sleep.

[Ginrai]

Ginrai wonders if he can get any drinks while on the ride and also if there's any reason he should feel suspicious of the kid sitting next to him.

[Brian]

Parthipan: The kid next to you stands up in about the middle of the flight, and shoves his way past you (unless you let him pass, of course), then stalks off to the bathroom.

Paul: By your guess, after the latest announcement about the time, it's about 9:15 AM when you see three men stand up (roughly in unison), and bee-line towards the restroom, right after some Japanese kid sitting next to Parthipan.

Dracos: Sitting farthest forward, you have the best view of the event when the guy sitting next to you marches towards the bathroom door along with four others.

All: A stewardess approaches the men clustered around the bathroom, and urges them to sit down -- the bathroom will be open shortly.  It does indeed open shortly, though not before she can convince them to get away from the door.

When the Japanese kid steps out of the bathroom, his arms are loaded with five handguns, and each of the men grabs one, the one formerly sitting next to Dracos quickly seizing the stewardess and holding the gun to her temple.

The five terrorists now have control of the plane, and the passengers stare in shocked silence as two of the men move up to the cabin of the plane.  Three terrorists (one with a direct hostage, the now gibbering stewardess), and the two remaining both carrying handguns.  In his off-hand, fidgeting with it nevously, the Japanese kid is carrying a box-cutter.

[Huitzil]

"Whoah, whoah, whaoh! What's going on here?"

Paul elbows the woman next to him to wake her up, then looks around for Dracos, with a look in his eyes that says "Do you BELIEVE this shit?"

[Ginrai]

'Great, just fucking great!  Of all the things that could happen....'

Ginrai waits to see what the best course of action would be.

[Dracos]

Dracos focused, slouching slightly in his seat as he glanced over the terrorists, attempting not to draw their attention to him at all as he played the part of a frightened passenger.

Dracos
detect magic on sight!  Not that it does any good!

[Brian]

The terrorists all appear normal -- save the Box-Cutter Kid.  His right hand has a faint blue glow.


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Brian "The GM Doesn't Usually Read Your Signature, So You Shouldn't Put Important Stuff To The Game There" Randall

[Dracos]

Dracos continues remaining slouching, keeping an eye on the situation while outwardly continuing to give the impression of a frightened passenger.

Dracos