Vox Mentis

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Hope you all had a nice Good Friday! Or whatever holiday you might be celebrating today. If you don't get a holiday today where you are, I'm sorry. Here's a quick update for you all to give you some detail on your surroundings.

Don't fall asleep he still might try to drug ya and/or stick a probe in your brain. Plus there might be more compromised people about.

While I concur with Whimbrel's assessment I suspect the (at the very least mild) hypothermia we're experiencing is going to make that difficult.

Probably pass out.

Sit.

BUT MOVE YOUR ARMS A HELL OF A LOT

You sink to the floor, wrap your arms around your legs, and press your face into your arms. You try to move your arms a hell of a lot, but they're not talking to you right now. After an indeterminate amount of time passes, during which you're not sure if you passed out or not, you begin to feel alive. You raise your head. A yellow glow emanates from what you assume is the cockpit. You massage your feet. Can you get frostbite that quickly? Because it feels like you have frostbite. Eliot continues puttering around in the cockpit, muttering curses to himself.

Looking around further, there's a few rows of seats. Towards the back of the plane, there's shapes. Something in the seats, gleaming faintly. The seats are ratty and old. This clearly isn't a new plane.