RE: Otherkind Air RTD
02-01-2013, 08:36 PM
PLANECRASHOMETER:
Die roll: +2
Air {...........O....} Ocean
PLANE STATUS: Still plummeting.
PASSENGER STATUS: Panic!
CREW STATUS: Somebody needs to take charge!
Robert: Robert tackles the gunman, but not before a bullet grazes his arm! As the two go over the bar, the gun goes flying, as well as drink bottles. Robert lands on top of the gunman in a puddle of alcohol and broken glass, but the gunman is still fighting, trying to force Robert off of him, and Robert's arm hurts too much to be good for anything.
Harvard: Harvard fishes around for his toughest, most resilient banana, but as he pulls it out, the dude's knife goes into his shoulder. Yeouch! He looks so forlorn, clutching his shoulder in agony like that, that the dude takes pity. "Look," he says, "I'm sorry you got involved in this, whoever you are. You should stay here, it'll be best for you in the long run." He handcuffs Harvard to the woman (who is too indignant to be freaked out), shakes his earbuds out of his ears, and dashes away down the airplane towards business class, leaving his iPod behind.
Max: The cart slams into the seatbelt. It holds perfectly, though the drinks come tumbling out and land on the floor. Max dodges the flying drinks and stubs his shin on the seat of the guy whose belly doesn't fit in his tshirt. Suddenly, thick white smoke starts pouring out from under the cart! The shouts and screams from the panicking passengers rise in intensity.
Die roll: +2
Air {...........O....} Ocean
PLANE STATUS: Still plummeting.
PASSENGER STATUS: Panic!
CREW STATUS: Somebody needs to take charge!
Robert: Robert tackles the gunman, but not before a bullet grazes his arm! As the two go over the bar, the gun goes flying, as well as drink bottles. Robert lands on top of the gunman in a puddle of alcohol and broken glass, but the gunman is still fighting, trying to force Robert off of him, and Robert's arm hurts too much to be good for anything.
Harvard: Harvard fishes around for his toughest, most resilient banana, but as he pulls it out, the dude's knife goes into his shoulder. Yeouch! He looks so forlorn, clutching his shoulder in agony like that, that the dude takes pity. "Look," he says, "I'm sorry you got involved in this, whoever you are. You should stay here, it'll be best for you in the long run." He handcuffs Harvard to the woman (who is too indignant to be freaked out), shakes his earbuds out of his ears, and dashes away down the airplane towards business class, leaving his iPod behind.
Max: The cart slams into the seatbelt. It holds perfectly, though the drinks come tumbling out and land on the floor. Max dodges the flying drinks and stubs his shin on the seat of the guy whose belly doesn't fit in his tshirt. Suddenly, thick white smoke starts pouring out from under the cart! The shouts and screams from the panicking passengers rise in intensity.