RE: Otherkind Air RTD
01-31-2013, 03:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-31-2013, 03:31 AM by SeaWyrm.)
PLANECRASHOMETER:
Die roll: +6 (!)
Air {.........O......} Ocean
PLANE STATUS: "Flying" is an increasingly inaccurate term for what this vehicle is doing.
PASSENGER STATUS: Panic!
CREW STATUS: Also panic! Are we trained for this?
Robert: Robert squeezes past the flight attendant and dodges an irate passenger's drink by diving into a roll - eww, is that a wad of gum he picked up from the floor stuck on the back of his suit? Well, whatever, at least it's not covered in ginger ale. He makes it up the stairs as the plane lurches downward, a horrible grinding noise coming from the wings. The lights flicker, and as he stumbles into the suddenly-inclined upper deck, he sees that there's a man here with a gun and a paper bag over his head! The entire deck is in a state of horrified shock, but none dare move as the gunman is pointing his revolver right at them. There are grown men in dignified business suits sobbing into their hands. What's worse, the gunman is between Robert and the self-serve bar!
Harvard: Harvard calms the woman down, offering her a bag to breathe into and reminding her that flying is statistically much less likely to kill you than driving down the highway while blindfolded. The Asian dude with piercings is as unamused by this fact as he is by the tomato juice that got knocked onto his iPod while Harvard was pulling the barf bag out of the seat pocket in front of him, and, undaunted by the plane's sudden lurch, produces a razor-sharp switchblade from his pack! The flight attendant who just came stumbling over here is too busy falling on his face to do anything about this yet!
Max: Max grabs an unattached extra-long example seatbelt from the floor where one of the other flight attendants dropped it carelessly after using it to demonstrate to the passengers how to buckle up before takeoff. He then lunges forward toward the seat with the buzzer on so that he can make it before his rival, Betty, shows up. Unfortunately, he does this just as the plane lurches, and trips onto his face in front of the passengers in that row: "How can I help yOOF!" They seem to be fighting about a spilled drink or something, but as he starts to get to his feet, he realizes he has a more urgent concern: An unsecured drinks cart is rolling down the sloped aisle towards him, picking up speed!
Die roll: +6 (!)
Air {.........O......} Ocean
PLANE STATUS: "Flying" is an increasingly inaccurate term for what this vehicle is doing.
PASSENGER STATUS: Panic!
CREW STATUS: Also panic! Are we trained for this?
Robert: Robert squeezes past the flight attendant and dodges an irate passenger's drink by diving into a roll - eww, is that a wad of gum he picked up from the floor stuck on the back of his suit? Well, whatever, at least it's not covered in ginger ale. He makes it up the stairs as the plane lurches downward, a horrible grinding noise coming from the wings. The lights flicker, and as he stumbles into the suddenly-inclined upper deck, he sees that there's a man here with a gun and a paper bag over his head! The entire deck is in a state of horrified shock, but none dare move as the gunman is pointing his revolver right at them. There are grown men in dignified business suits sobbing into their hands. What's worse, the gunman is between Robert and the self-serve bar!
Harvard: Harvard calms the woman down, offering her a bag to breathe into and reminding her that flying is statistically much less likely to kill you than driving down the highway while blindfolded. The Asian dude with piercings is as unamused by this fact as he is by the tomato juice that got knocked onto his iPod while Harvard was pulling the barf bag out of the seat pocket in front of him, and, undaunted by the plane's sudden lurch, produces a razor-sharp switchblade from his pack! The flight attendant who just came stumbling over here is too busy falling on his face to do anything about this yet!
Max: Max grabs an unattached extra-long example seatbelt from the floor where one of the other flight attendants dropped it carelessly after using it to demonstrate to the passengers how to buckle up before takeoff. He then lunges forward toward the seat with the buzzer on so that he can make it before his rival, Betty, shows up. Unfortunately, he does this just as the plane lurches, and trips onto his face in front of the passengers in that row: "How can I help yOOF!" They seem to be fighting about a spilled drink or something, but as he starts to get to his feet, he realizes he has a more urgent concern: An unsecured drinks cart is rolling down the sloped aisle towards him, picking up speed!