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[cidershark]

You're on a plane. You're surrounded by people you should probably know, and they won't let you use your phone. Out of the corner of your eye you spot them—the Order. Here's the skinny: this plane is full of international Order members. Something is bound to happen. It's up to you to decide what does. INSERT your CHARACTER, or TAG around! Fuck the police—use your phone. Airplane mode. Maybe even join the Mile High club. Are you in first class or business? Economy? Did you order too many of those tiny little bottles of vodka? Did you bring your laptop? No, seriously, the stewards and stewardesses do not have time for your shit. THE SKY'S THE LIMIT. Literally. Almost. ALL VERSES WELCOME. Go wild!

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BRISTOL ( uk )

[corporeal]

[ guess who's gripping his economy class armrests in crippling fear? THIS GUY. (okay, not crippling, but there's a certain amount of hypervigilance that goes with having a power that allows you to fall through solid objects, especially if those objects are hurtling through the air at thousands of feet above the very solid, very scary earth.) suffice it to say that bristol's not having the best time of his life. luckily, he's got his phone to distract him, along with several recently ingested cups of tea, and one of coffee, so it's not all bad. right? RIGHT. ]

CAMBRIDGE ( usa — powerswap au )

[polygrapher]

[ cambridge: economy plus, next to boston, reading a magazine. only a few more hours of this, and then he can stretch his legs. not that he doesn't enjoy listening to boston trying to rationalize his fear of flying (oh, wait, no—he actually doesn't), but there's only so much doing nothing important he can take before his fingers start twitching with barely-disguised boredom. christ, let it end. ]

[capacitor]

Remind me again why we don't use zeppelins for long-distance travel any more?

[ flipping agitatedly through the latest issue of popular mechanics, trying (and failing) to focus on the words rather than just the pictures. it's not his fault he's distracted by their imminent death, okay? ]

Don't say the Hindenburg, because by that logic we'd have stopped using planes in the 1950s when that one Canadian plane just up and vanished.

[polygrapher]

[ he doesn't roll his eyes. he doesn't. but he so wants to. ]

Health and safety.

[ look at him, making conversation. wow. what a talker. ]

You'll be fine.

[capacitor]

Yeah, okay, theoretically this is safer than driving, but I'm not the one behind the wheel of the plane.

[ EMPHATIC PAGE-FLIP.

(no, planes don't have wheels. please don't point that out to him.) ]

Sorry. I'm not trying to take this out on you. [ and he does actually sound sorry. miserable, but sorry. ]

[polygrapher]

I've seen you drive. You wouldn't make this flight any smoother than it already is.

[ just staring at his magazine, not actually reading. trying, but failing. he does pause, though—just enough to feel slightly bad about failing to provide boston with a "properly" comforting response. he's never had any trouble with planes, and he's not planning on starting now, but the least he can do is make it a little easier on boston's nerves. ]

You're not. It's fine. [ and he does sound sincere, for what that's worth, even if it is slightly exasperated. ] I've heard sleeping pills help.

[capacitor]

At least wait until it's dark outside before you suggest drugging me, Jesus. [ as jokes go, that one's pretty lame, but at least it's a joke (and a definite step up from either moping or panicking or both). gabe flips his magazine closed—he hasn't really finished, but his concentration's fried—then gestures it over in cambridge's direction. ] Want this one?

CHAPEL HILL ( usa )

[tarheel]

[ GUESS WHO IS TERRIBLE AT FLYING

spoiler alert, it's this guy.

chapel actually hadn't ever been on a plane before joining the order—long story, but mostly he just prefers cars (and he's a poor)—but even with the experience on planes that being in the order provides, he's still about 95% sure they'll tumble out of the sky at any moment.

(it doesn't help that he actually understands the fluid dynamics behind airplane flight… which isn't all that reassuring when you also know how many technological things could potentially go wrong and send them all to an early, fiery grave.)

option one

somebody planned ahead and a: got a window seat in economy… and stole a blanket & pillows from first class on the way back, and b: brought himself some (completely legitimate) ambien. it's now about an hour into the flight, and chapel's curled up against the wall and dead to the world.

pls doodle all over his face like the mature adults you are.

option two

can't have your phone out?

fine, he'll use a computer instead. his charger's plugged into the outlet below his seat, and he's flipping rapidly between microsoft word (the document has maybe a paragraph on it, mostly sentence fragments and half-finished ideas on something called "quantum transport"—which is actually less interesting than it sounds), solitaire, and call of duty with the sound off.

he's also trying not to panic, as evidenced by the suspiciously meditative breathing he's doing.

tl;dr, you should brace yourself for a small lecture on physics. ]