RE: Otherkind Air RTD
02-14-2013, 02:36 AM
PLANESINKOMETER:
Die roll: +3
Cockpit <{.......O........}=/ Tail (and exit!)
Robert: You surreptitiously stuff the phone down your pants. If anyone were paying attention, they might wonder why your crotch was vibrating. Fortunately, they aren't. Less fortunately, Edwards is being really stubborn. Whatever he has to say, you guess it's probably important? I mean, probably not as important as the shotgun that's pointed at you, but.
You cover the sound of the vibrations with some questions: "What queen? Why should we care?"
Captain Orson looks sternly at you. "I have no reason to tell you anything," he says. "I don't think you'd believe me if you did. As for why you should care," he pats the shotgun, "I should have thought that was obvious. But I'm done talking. Either she comes with me now, or you all die and THEN she comes with me."
Harvard: Orson sees the cuff on your arm. He frowns.
"There isn't time to get that open, is there," he says. "I guess I have no choice but to let you come with us. Don't think this is your lucky day - I'll probably just kill you later. I'd kill you now, but then I'd have to carry your corpse." He grabs the cart and pulls it towards him, yanking you along with it. "The rest of you, stay perfectly motionless or I'll shoot you." He begins backing away up the aisle, dragging the cart with the woman and, by extension, you.
Max: You find a jagged piece of metal, sure. It's sort of sharp. You could use it to shred the shark into useless and unimpressive pieces. But stopping to pick up the metal gives you time to notice that something's up in the aisle ahead of you.
It looks like your arch-nemesis, Betty LeBelle, who has beaten you three years running in the Flight Attendant of the Year competition and whose confident, competent cool-headedness hs made her the talk of the fleet ever since she single-handedly saved the day during the Flight 45768 Disaster and then took out those plane hijackers during the Mayday incident. The latter time, you were there too, but your own heroics escaped mention.
Right now, she looks to be in a spot of serious trouble. Captain Orson has her at gunpoint for some reason, and is dragging two innocent passengers away on a cart. You never liked that guy. Something about his beard always bothered you.
Fortunately, he hasn't spotted you yet - and as you slip around to the side so you can get the drop on him, Betty aims a sharp, discreet kick at something on the floor and slides it across the plane to where you are hiding. It's a handbag, and there's the handle of a revolver sticking out of it. That could be useful!
Then again, it's HER revolver. Do you really want to use that? I mean, it's not like you're totally unarmed. You have an unconscious shark! AND a vaguely sharp and mostly useless piece of metal!
It's your call, of course.
Die roll: +3
Cockpit <{.......O........}=/ Tail (and exit!)
Robert: You surreptitiously stuff the phone down your pants. If anyone were paying attention, they might wonder why your crotch was vibrating. Fortunately, they aren't. Less fortunately, Edwards is being really stubborn. Whatever he has to say, you guess it's probably important? I mean, probably not as important as the shotgun that's pointed at you, but.
You cover the sound of the vibrations with some questions: "What queen? Why should we care?"
Captain Orson looks sternly at you. "I have no reason to tell you anything," he says. "I don't think you'd believe me if you did. As for why you should care," he pats the shotgun, "I should have thought that was obvious. But I'm done talking. Either she comes with me now, or you all die and THEN she comes with me."
Harvard: Orson sees the cuff on your arm. He frowns.
"There isn't time to get that open, is there," he says. "I guess I have no choice but to let you come with us. Don't think this is your lucky day - I'll probably just kill you later. I'd kill you now, but then I'd have to carry your corpse." He grabs the cart and pulls it towards him, yanking you along with it. "The rest of you, stay perfectly motionless or I'll shoot you." He begins backing away up the aisle, dragging the cart with the woman and, by extension, you.
Max: You find a jagged piece of metal, sure. It's sort of sharp. You could use it to shred the shark into useless and unimpressive pieces. But stopping to pick up the metal gives you time to notice that something's up in the aisle ahead of you.
It looks like your arch-nemesis, Betty LeBelle, who has beaten you three years running in the Flight Attendant of the Year competition and whose confident, competent cool-headedness hs made her the talk of the fleet ever since she single-handedly saved the day during the Flight 45768 Disaster and then took out those plane hijackers during the Mayday incident. The latter time, you were there too, but your own heroics escaped mention.
Right now, she looks to be in a spot of serious trouble. Captain Orson has her at gunpoint for some reason, and is dragging two innocent passengers away on a cart. You never liked that guy. Something about his beard always bothered you.
Fortunately, he hasn't spotted you yet - and as you slip around to the side so you can get the drop on him, Betty aims a sharp, discreet kick at something on the floor and slides it across the plane to where you are hiding. It's a handbag, and there's the handle of a revolver sticking out of it. That could be useful!
Then again, it's HER revolver. Do you really want to use that? I mean, it's not like you're totally unarmed. You have an unconscious shark! AND a vaguely sharp and mostly useless piece of metal!
It's your call, of course.