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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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[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?