Otherkind Air RTD

Robert: The gunman's lying on the carpet, unconscious and bleeding through a dozen glass-inflicted stab wounds. All of the passengers in the compartment are staring at Robert, shocked and horrified by the violence. (Some gratitude, eh?) Suddenly, an asian guy with piercings comes running purposefully up the stairs, holding a knife. He looks at the broken glass, swears, and dashes over to the bar. The shocked passengers do nothing to stop him. Robert, dizzy from the adrenaline and alcohol fumes, is slowly standing to his feet when the asian guy comes around the corner with the knife - and then there is a sudden loud noise and the cabin is shaken ferociously and-

Harvard: He had brief plans to find floatation devices when suddenly, the flashing emergency lights catch the woman's eyes in just the right way and he falls hopelessly in love with her.
"Oh," she says, as he gazes at her with infatuation. "You're more handsome than I realized." She blushes. They lean together, oblivious to the shouting of the nearby flight attendant and the hallucinogenic gas that is floating around them, and kiss passionately. It is as if time stops - and perhaps it does indeed, for at the moment their lips touch-

Max: The passengers were just waiting for someone to take charge, it seems. They hear his loud, confident tones and begin making their way in an orderly fashion to the rear of the plane, where they assume crash positions (except for those two over there kissing, but whatever, you can't save everyone. At least they'll die happy.) Satisfied that all is in order, he kicks over the drinks cart to see what's emitting all that gas - but perhaps he kicked just a little too hard, or perhaps it was rigged to blow anyway, because the whole thing tears itself apart with a loud noise. Metal shrapnel flies everywhere, and Max is sent hurling backwards - but just as he lands, there is-

PLANECRASHOMETER:
Die roll: +6
Air {................}.O Ocean

PLANE STATUS:
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BOOM-SKREEEEEEEEEEE-KERSPLASH!
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Robert: The room stops spinning and your head clears. You are alone in the upper deck, still behind the bar. Your arm still hurts, and there is no sign of the other passengers, the asian guy, or the gunman. Everything's at a horrible angle, and the stairs down to the main deck are up a steep slope - but to make matters worse, there's a hatch blocking them, and it's locked. Also, looking out the window, you can see that the plane is sinking into the ocean. (But on the bright side, you finally have your pick out of all the premium class seats!)

Harvard: When the shaking ends, you and your newfound love have been knocked into the aisle, where your fall was cushioned by a convenient pile of spare tiny airplane pillows. You're uninjured, except of course for the horrible knife wound, which is still bleeding. The woman is not so lucky. She's got a nasty head wound and looks to be unconscious. Looks like the rest of the passengers are all scrambling to get onto giant inflatable rafts at the tail end of the craft's emergency exit - it'll be an uphill climb to get there, and you're not sure if it's safe to move the woman, who is still handcuffed to you. (You still don't even know her name!) Also, there's still a cloud of gas hanging in the air between you and there, which, you don't know, maybe it's poisonous or something?

Max: The explosion sent you flying, and then the airplane nosediving into the sea sent you flying even farther - maybe the passengers going to the tail would have leveled things out more if there had been more time, but there wasn't, so you fell down most of the airplane and landed near the captain's cabin. You've also taken some painful shrapnel wounds. Looks like you have the whole airplane to climb before you can get to the unsubmerged exit - if you can make it in time!
But what's this? It looks like the copilot is still down here, strapped to his seat.
Dead.
From a gunshot wound.

(Third person? First person? Who says I have to pick one, anyway?)