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

[backuphero]

It's worth trying, isn't it?

["...made of choices..."

Isn't that what he's always believed in, fighting fate whenever possible? He'd made that clear, hadn't he? Wasn't that something they'd agreed on? He's leaning against the wall for support, at this point, and turns to face Yurick as best he can.]

Charlotte's working on the issue with - you know.

[He gestures at the right side of his own face, vaguely.]

She'll get it fixed, you know she's capable, come on... don't just....

[mementodagger]

She's capable, but no one's ever been able to learn much about the stone. Not even me. And there's no telling how much damage it's done to my body, how many years it's taken off my lifespan. I feel fine now except for the lack of stamina, but how long that lasts is anyone's guess.

[Yurick sighs.]

I'm not being fatalistic, Jonathan. I'm a realist, you know that, and reality is often cruel. I'm not giving up but I have to be prepared for the worst. If turning gives Charlotte more time for research, gives me more time, then... I suppose I can live with it.