HAVE A NICE FLIGHT

[strangerpeople]

HAVE A NICE FLIGHT

[The thing that jolts you awake is the sudden drop.

Maybe you gasp. Maybe you hold onto your seat as tightly as you can. Whatever you do, it doesn't help your stomach, or stop the overwhelming scent of flowers from tickling your nostrils. Nor does it unbuckle your seat belt, as you are strapped into a seat that is...well, it's comfortable, but not helpful when you don't know where you are.

You'll figure it out soon enough. You're inside a strange room of some kind, and opening the windows reveals nothing but clouds, lightning flashing across the sky...and a moon as red as blood. Its light seems to be much stronger than any light that comes from within the place you are now, which seem to flicker and lose power at the worst intervals.

Not only that, but you're not alone. There are 14 others with you, and only those 14. And--you have power. You don't know what it is, not yet. But instantly you know you have a power. It's just a matter of you figuring out that power, since the doo-hickey you find in your room doesn't help you figure it out.

And yes, you're flying. If you don't know what an airplane is, well. Welcome to the future, friend. It's looking to be a not-so-great one so far.]

Comments

[mementodagger]

[Yurick looks up at the unfamiliar voice. His brain refuses to process who or what he's seeing.

So he just starts shaking harder and hides his face again. He'd rather be back in the haunted mansion than here!]

[poorpurplepunchingbag]

[He...he just made it worse, didn't he?

Crrrrrrrrapes

He's looking around at anyone close by.]

D-does anyone here know this man? Are any of his friends here?!

[Maybe a familiar face could make him feel better?]

you ok with a sort of threadjack?

[backuphero]

[He's just not questioning what anyone here is right now, no sir. Not when the... whatever-he-is looks that worried over his brother. Hell, Molly had been six foot tall with horns and he'd turned out to be an okay enough guy.]

Yeah, I'm his brother, hang on -

[Damn these confining aisles, it takes almost too long to get over there....]

Yeah I'm fine!

[poorpurplepunchingbag]

[Thank goodness. Admittedly, Kedamono doesn't see much of a resemblance, but as long as it's someone familiar it's probably good.]

I think he's having a panic attack or something! I tried to help, but...I-I think I made it worse?

I'm really sorry if I did!

[backuphero]

Hey, hey, one person on the floor is bad enough, okay? It's not your fault, this is just... we just got out of something like this, he went through a lot there.

[Okay, the quiet guy from earlier has Yurick a little bit soothed, it's probably safe to reach over and very gently squeeze his brother's shoulder, right?]

I'm here now, okay? I would've come running, but... you know.

[mementodagger]

[But he knows... what? No, Yurick doesn't know anything. Was Jonathan looking for a way out? Was he watching over Vita?

Vita. Jonathan's wife.

Yurick's put both of them at risk with his foolishness, plus all these other people. Surely Jonathan will be angry with him for it. It's what makes him flinch at the blond's touch.]

[backuphero]

[Aaaaand he's just leaving his hand where it is. If Yurick's far enough withdrawn to not be able to talk, physical contact will be a decent grounding point, right? And speaking normally to him would, too, even if it's in a softer tone of voice than he'd usually use....]

Right, you're... I didn't tell you why we didn't just fly out there until... anyway, nevermind that. I'm not steady on my feet in these things, feeling like I'm standing still and moving at the same time just messes with my head. And my guts.

But this isn't your fault.

[mementodagger]

[Jonathan's wrong, he's just being kind as he so often is, but Yurick appreciates the effort anyway. It takes him a moment or two to steady himself enough to talk, though he's far from truly calm.]

Th-- thank you, both of you. I... I'm sorry for this.

[backuphero]

[Yurick, that is the brainweasels talking. Do not listen to the weasels. They lie.

...or at least that's what he'd say if Jonathan knew what was going through Yurick's head just then.]

Hey. You've seen me worse off, it's no problem. What's an older brother for if not this, huh?

[mementodagger]

It's a new experience for me, having any siblings at all. Even the other mercenaries didn't feel like family until toward the end, and then we all drifted apart into new lives. I'm not used to anything stable.