RE: Otherkind Air RTD
02-07-2013, 03:05 AM
PLANESINKOMETER:
Die roll: +5
Cockpit <{....O...........}=/ Tail (and exit!)
Robert: You pound on the door until the water is up to your ankles - which is impressive, since the steep slant of the floor means you're hanging off a seat to stay near the hatch. Finally, someone answers.
"Hello?"
The latch shifts and the door pops open. There's a woman standing there in a flight attendant uniform with ruby red lipstick, immaculate hair, and an extremely serious expression on her face.
"My name's Betty," she says. "I'm here to rescue you."
She glances with approval at your makeshift bandage. It isn't very absorbent, but it's tight enough to hold the wound closed.
"Come with me," she says. "I'll get you out of here." She pulls you through the hatch and leads you down the stairs.
Harvard: The woman's mouth hangs slack, and her face is pale. Blood continues to stream down into her hair. Her breathing is shallow. Your own wound is bleeding pretty badly too, and you're starting to feel a bit dizzy, though it kind of pales in comparison to the woman's wounds.
"Help!" you cry, "someone take pity!"
Just when you think it's hopeless, a flight attendant arrives from below leading another passenger - some guy in a wrinkled, bloody business suit, which has a piece of used gum stuck on it. The attendant sees you and curses. "We need to get her help, right away," she says.
She dashes back to the nearest galley and quickly constructs a gurney out of a drinks cart and some unattached seat cushions. Together, the two of you are able to lift the woman onto it.
"Let's go," says Betty. "This plane won't stay afloat much longer." She begins leading the three of you up the plane - when suddenly, a man steps forward holding a shotgun. He's wearing a captain's uniform, and has a long gray beard.
"I can't let you go any farther," he says.
Max: You see a first aid kit hanging in the cockpit, but as you grab it, the front window bursts and water comes rushing in! In the process of snatching it away, the latch pops open and most of the contents fall out. You might have a few bandaids or something left, you're not sure.
Unfortunately, it proves extremely difficult to climb up through the plane. Boeing must have had other design goals in mind. They also neglected to make it watertight - the icy seawater soon overtakes you. You find yourself treading water in the middle of the right aisle of the Business compartment. The shrapnel wounds are bleeding profusely, and you're starting to feel dizzy and numb. Your heat and blood are both leaking out into the water.
Wait, what's that movement down there? Is that... a shark!?
Actions take place simultaneously, or if that doesn't make sense, whatever does make sense. If you want to help each other, I think it's easiest if you just both do separate tasks that contribute to the same outcome, rather than two people doing the same thing. But whatever, we won't worry about it too much.
Die roll: +5
Cockpit <{....O...........}=/ Tail (and exit!)
Robert: You pound on the door until the water is up to your ankles - which is impressive, since the steep slant of the floor means you're hanging off a seat to stay near the hatch. Finally, someone answers.
"Hello?"
The latch shifts and the door pops open. There's a woman standing there in a flight attendant uniform with ruby red lipstick, immaculate hair, and an extremely serious expression on her face.
"My name's Betty," she says. "I'm here to rescue you."
She glances with approval at your makeshift bandage. It isn't very absorbent, but it's tight enough to hold the wound closed.
"Come with me," she says. "I'll get you out of here." She pulls you through the hatch and leads you down the stairs.
Harvard: The woman's mouth hangs slack, and her face is pale. Blood continues to stream down into her hair. Her breathing is shallow. Your own wound is bleeding pretty badly too, and you're starting to feel a bit dizzy, though it kind of pales in comparison to the woman's wounds.
"Help!" you cry, "someone take pity!"
Just when you think it's hopeless, a flight attendant arrives from below leading another passenger - some guy in a wrinkled, bloody business suit, which has a piece of used gum stuck on it. The attendant sees you and curses. "We need to get her help, right away," she says.
She dashes back to the nearest galley and quickly constructs a gurney out of a drinks cart and some unattached seat cushions. Together, the two of you are able to lift the woman onto it.
"Let's go," says Betty. "This plane won't stay afloat much longer." She begins leading the three of you up the plane - when suddenly, a man steps forward holding a shotgun. He's wearing a captain's uniform, and has a long gray beard.
"I can't let you go any farther," he says.
Max: You see a first aid kit hanging in the cockpit, but as you grab it, the front window bursts and water comes rushing in! In the process of snatching it away, the latch pops open and most of the contents fall out. You might have a few bandaids or something left, you're not sure.
Unfortunately, it proves extremely difficult to climb up through the plane. Boeing must have had other design goals in mind. They also neglected to make it watertight - the icy seawater soon overtakes you. You find yourself treading water in the middle of the right aisle of the Business compartment. The shrapnel wounds are bleeding profusely, and you're starting to feel dizzy and numb. Your heat and blood are both leaking out into the water.
Wait, what's that movement down there? Is that... a shark!?
Actions take place simultaneously, or if that doesn't make sense, whatever does make sense. If you want to help each other, I think it's easiest if you just both do separate tasks that contribute to the same outcome, rather than two people doing the same thing. But whatever, we won't worry about it too much.