Sim Date: July 9, 1995
This sim was originally featured on AOL, with characters you will not see on the 'net. But it's a great, tension-filled adventure.
AbbeBeck: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> start sim <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
AbbeBeck: :: checks bag in at counter :: Come on ... we've only got a few minutes!
O1eary: ::running down hallway::
KenedyRyan: % Disembarks from her plan in Des Moines and heads fro the rent a car booth
AbbeBeck: :: checks watch :: Where is everyone?
Isoma: #:::standing at a different counter::: For God's sakes, I've had these reservations for three weeks!
O1eary: ::gets to gate:: Don't know Abbe
O1eary: They'll be here
AbbeBeck: :: paces, checking watch :: It's bad enough we have to take the red-eye back home.
O1eary: I know....I'm not looking forward to this
KenedyRyan: % askes the woman directions to the Des Moines PD..looks up and sees Abbe across the room
St Matrix: ::Walks up to AbbeBeck and O1eary, drinking coffee:: Evening you two.
Isoma: #I have a meeting tomorrow morning! I have to get back! Isn't there another list you could check?
AbbeBeck: :: smiles reassuringly :: Relax. You can sleep the entire flight home.
KenedyRyan: % Says never mind to the woman and heads over to Beck
AbbeBeck: :: nods to Matrix :: Glad you made it. Has anyone seen Drami?
Drami1: ::unpeels a chocolate bar:: Breakfast, anyone? Or lunch or dinner... whatever your poison is
O1eary: Well, I can try. ::turning:: Hallo, Matrix
KenedyRyan: Beck,What did you wrap the case up already..I flew all the way here to help and your done?
St Matrix: ::Sipping coffee and looking around::
AbbeBeck: :: shakes head :: Not at this hour, Drami ... for god sakes, it's almost midnight.
AbbeBeck: :: blinks :: Kenedy?!?
O1eary: ::to Kennedy:: You're a bit late, Kennedy. missed all the fun
Drami1: Chocolate is food for all occasions, Abbe :)
O1eary: Oh lord
Isoma: #Look, there has to be another seat. I'll sit in the cargo section!
KenedyRyan: Awe Man!..well I better get a return ticket
AbbeBeck: :: sighs :: Well, if that's everyone ... I understand we'll have the entire flight to
AbbeBeck: ourselves.
O1eary: ::to Abbe:: One of these days, we'll hide all her chocolate and watch what happens
KenedyRyan: %::walks off to exchange ticket for red eye and returns to the group:::
AbbeBeck: :: laughs :: Probably go into shock.
Drami1: ::to O'Leary:: Yeah, sometime you're feelin' *really* suicidal.
O1eary: No bloody kidding....
St Matrix: ::Turning to O1leary:: Let me know ahead of time so I wont be around when the fireworks hit
AbbeBeck: :: picks up backpack, starts walking toward gate ::
O1eary: Oh Drami...save it for those who will tremble, okay?
AbbeBeck: :: pauses :: Hey ... isn't that ... isn't that Kat over there?
O1eary: ::picks up briefcase, heading for gate::
Drami1: ::heads towards the gate::
St Matrix: ::Finishes off the coffee and throws away the cup in trash can::
KenedyRyan: :::yawns and follows Abbe::
AbbeBeck: :: to Kat :: What are you doing here?
O1eary: I hate this, I really do
St Matrix: ::Takes bag and heads toward the gate::
AbbeBeck: :: hands tickets to Kenedy :: Make sure he gets on the plane.
KenedyRyan: ::mumbles:: and to think I missed the beautiful metropolis of Iowa
Isoma: ::steaming::: Trying to get a flight hoem! Why are you guys here?
AbbeBeck: Wrapping up a case. You need to get home .... we've got room.
AbbeBeck: It's the red-eye, unfortunately.
Isoma: :::lighting up:: Really? I though I was going to have to shoot someone to get on a flight!
KenedyRyan: :: hands off the tickets to the counter woman and heads up the ramp::come on
AbbeBeck: :: smiles :: Well, let's go ...
AbbeBeck: :: follows others, boarding plane :: My, my ... it is empty, isn't it.
O1eary: ::sitting down, fastening safety belt::
AbbeBeck: :: picks a row, sitting down ::
O1eary: Might as well sit in First Class
Drami1: ::fastens seatbelt::
KenedyRyan: ::puts her lap top in the overhead compartment and settles in:::
Isoma: ::follows:::
St Matrix: ::sitting down,looking around:: Do we get a meal on this flight?
O1eary: We can't even SMOKE on this bloody flight
AbbeBeck: :: pauses :: Uh ... I think so ... they call it food, anyway.
O1eary: ::digging hands into armrests::
AbbeBeck: THE PLANE BEGINS ITS LIFTOFF ...
Isoma: ::sits down::: Hello all, long time no see! So, what was this one about?
O1eary: ::quickly remebering all the prayers he learned in school::
KenedyRyan: ::the thought of the last flight she and this group were on shuffles through her mind..she shivers:::
Isoma: ::notices O'Leary's nervousness: Don't like flying, huh?
AbbeBeck: TWENTY MINUTES LATER, THE SEATBELT SIGN GOES OFF ...
St Matrix: ::sits back and getts comfortable:
O1eary: ::to Isoma:: No. Not at all
AbbeBeck: :: unbuckles seatbelt, walking through aisles ::
KenedyRyan: ::asks stewardess for a pillow and blanket and yawns again:::
AbbeBeck: :: pauses at O'Leary's seat :: You okay?
KenedyRyan: Way to much flying for me tonight..I need sleep
Isoma: ::glances at her watch:::
O1eary: ::Smilin bravely:: Just fine. Couldn't be better
St Matrix: ::Gets up and heads for the restroom::
AbbeBeck: :: nods, not believing one word :: Want some company?
O1eary: Sure...have a seat
AbbeBeck: :: sits down ::
O1eary: ::trying hard to relax::
KenedyRyan: ::fuffs pillow..frowns and lays back:::
AbbeBeck: :: sighs :: You're going to be fine ... this is ... what? A six hour flight at the most?
O1eary: Logically, I know that Abbe. Flying is probably the safest way to travel
St Matrix: ::Heads back to my sit::
Drami1: ::curls up in a seat near the back and goes to sleep::
AbbeBeck: :: nods ::
O1eary: But it scares scares me to death... "still"
AbbeBeck: :: sighs :: How long have you had this fear of flying?
KenedyRyan: ::turning trying to get comfortable:::
O1eary: Forever. Since I was young
O1eary: Never did like it
St Matrix: ::Ask stewardess if there is a meal. Orders meal::
AbbeBeck: That long?
O1eary: :nodding:: Yes. I've seen a doctor about it. It falls under the heading of "irrational"
O1eary: No logical explanation for it
KenedyRyan: ::curses:: Who could possible sleep on this rock?::tosses it to the ground and rubs her eyes:::
O1eary: ::laughs:: maybe we should both talk to Fox about it...he's good at explaining things no one else can
AbbeBeck: :: laughs :: That he is.
St Matrix: ::Gets meal, Thanks Stewardess and begins to digg into it::
KenedyRyan: Well as long as I'm not going to be sleeping. ::gets up and retrieves her lap top from the compartment
O1eary: ::turning out lights:: Maybe we should get some sleep. When do we get in? Dawn?
AbbeBeck: :: checks watch :: Something like that.
Isoma: ::pulls out a HUGE folder of campaign brocures and liturature, sighs and starts sorting through it:::
AbbeBeck: We'll beat the beltway traffic coming home from the airport ....
O1eary: A start
KenedyRyan: ::turns on the light above her head and opens the laptop:::
AbbeBeck: THE PLANE IS JOLTED BY A BOUT OF TURBULENCE ...
O1eary: ::glaces out window:: Holy Mary....
KenedyRyan: ::begins to type::
O1eary: Did you see THAT?
AbbeBeck: :: blinks :: See what?
O1eary: ::grabs Abbe's arm:: Look!
Drami1: ::jolted out of nightmares by the turbulence::
St Matrix: Ah man, I just had this shirt washed!!
AbbeBeck: :: frowns :: What is it?
KenedyRyan: ::looks up::: what are you talking about Oleary?
O1eary: ::staring out window in shock:: Ummmmm.....
AbbeBeck: :: shakes head :: What am I supposed to be looking at?
KenedyRyan: ::looking up over her seat to Oleary's::
O1eary: ::not believing it himself::
AbbeBeck: :: frowns :: I don't see anything, Michael ... maybe it's your imagination.
St Matrix: ::Starts cleaning the gravy off of my shirt::
Drami1: ::gets up and comes over to O'Leary & Co.:: What's he so wide-eyed about?
AbbeBeck: :: sighs :: I did feel that bump, though.
O1eary: Uh.....there was a....um.....there was someone out there ... On the wing
KenedyRyan: ::opens her window shade and stares out:::
AbbeBeck: :: sighs :: On the wing? Who could survive out there on the wing at this elevation?
AbbeBeck: Or at this speed?
KenedyRyan: ::seeing nothing:: Oleary that isn't funny...::goes back to typing::
St Matrix: ::Hears O1eary, puts meal down and looks out the window::
O1eary: :to self:: Easy, Michael. Steady on, old chap
AbbeBeck: :: leaning over to look out window ::
O1eary: Saw "Twilight Zone" one too many times
O1eary: Sorry, everyone.
AbbeBeck: :: reaches for shade, closing it :: Get some sleep, Michael ... this case has been hard on all of us.
O1eary: ::sitting back:: You're right Abbe...as usual
St Matrix: ::Gets up and pulls bag from overhead compartment and pulls out a clean shirt::
O1eary: ::closing eyes:
AbbeBeck: :: smiles reassuringly, sighing ::
O1eary: ::to self:: Just nerves. You've been watching "Bowling Bimbos from Hell" again. Relax.
St Matrix: ::Heads to restroom again, to change shirt::
AbbeBeck: :: reaches for paperback book and starts to read ::
KenedyRyan: ((LOL..is there such a movie?))
O1eary: ((If there is, Michael has seen it!))
AbbeBeck: ANOTHER JOLT
O1eary: ::eyes flying open:: What the...?????
Isoma: ::papers go flying::: What the hell-?
Drami1: ::grabs chair arms::
KenedyRyan: ::laptop falls to the floor:: what the heck!
AbbeBeck: :: grabs armrest, cursing ::
Drami1: Who's flying this thing, anyway?
KenedyRyan: ::picks up Laptop and hits *Save*:::
O1eary: ::looking over to window, thoughtfully::
St Matrix: ::Comes stumpling out of the restroom, says rather loud:: What is going on??!?!?!?!
AbbeBeck: :: stands, moving toward cockpit :: I'll check it out.
KenedyRyan: ::Then closes it and places it on the seat next to her::
O1eary: ::deliberately reaches over and raises the shade::
Drami1: ::follows O'Leary's look::
O1eary: ::sees nothing::
O1eary: Hell of a storm out there
KenedyRyan: ::deciding it isn't safe there gets up and puts it back up above:::
AbbeBeck: :: returns from cockpit :: Turbulence ... lots of it, too. It's going to be like this for a few hours.
St Matrix: ::Heads toward my seat, seeing O1eary:: O1leary every thing okay out there?
O1eary: Fine Matrix...
O1eary: A bit bumpy
AbbeBeck: :: returns to seat, buckling seatbelt ::
KenedyRyan: ::looks out the window...bored, with nothing else left to do:::
Isoma: ::scoops up her papers, sighs::: Work tomorrow oughta be fun, after this...
St Matrix: ::Puts dirty shirt into my bag, put it back and then sits down in seat::
KenedyRyan: ::stares into the darkness:::
O1eary: ::sees lightning flash::
Drami1: ::sighs, rubbing the back of her neck:: Someone remind me why we're taking this particular flight?
O1eary: It was all we could get Dram
AbbeBeck: ANOTHER JOLT, THIS TIME THE PLANE *REALLY* SHAKES! <g>
AbbeBeck: :: curses ::
O1eary: DAMMIT! There it is! ABBE! Look!
Drami1: ::head slamming back into the seat::
KenedyRyan: ::swallows hard::::
Isoma: ::papers go flying again::: #@!$@!
AbbeBeck: :: turns to look out window ::
St Matrix: ::looks around nervously::
AbbeBeck: :: holding onto seat and straining to see ::
O1eary: ::another flash of lightning::
KenedyRyan: ::looking outside,her heart racing..but seeing nothing but the lightning:::
AbbeBeck: :: pauses, grabbing Michael's arm :: What the hell is that?!?
O1eary: I wish I knew. I've never seen anything like it
O1eary: ((Looks like a EVIL Teddy Bear...soft and fuzzy, but menacing...VERY menacing::
AbbeBeck: :: curses :: How could anyone survive out there?
KenedyRyan: ::looks back at the seat in front of her:: I didn't see anything..your imagining this...
Isoma: ::joins everyone at window::: What on Earth...!
KenedyRyan: ::closes her shade::
O1eary: I've heard Legends about this
Drami1: ::staring:: Try looking from this angle, Ryan
St Matrix: ::Looks out the window:: Where is this thing at, I can not see a thing out there
AbbeBeck: A BOLT OF LIGHTNING STRIKES AN ENGINE ... SPARKS FLY ...
AbbeBeck: :: curses :: I saw it, too, Kenedy ... there's something out there.
KenedyRyan: ::opens her shade::: Ok its there ::Frowns::
O1eary: During World War II, pilots had a superstition about why another pilot went down.
St Matrix: This is it, Remind me to never fly again::saying it no one in particular
Drami1: ::stares at O'Leary:: Gremlins?
O1eary: ::to Matrix:: A kindred spirit at last
AbbeBeck: What's that?
AbbeBeck: "Gremlins"?
O1eary: ::nodding:: Gremlins. It was a fable, an excuse, to avoid the reality of the risks they took.
Isoma: Supersitions about giant FUZZY things?
O1eary: When the RAF lost a pilot, they said the Gremlins got him. Caused the plane to.... uh ...
O1eary: ahem...caused the plane to crash
AbbeBeck: THE PLANE DROPS SUDDENLY ...
KenedyRyan: Lovely! Just lovely!
O1eary: ::slamming into bulkhead::
St Matrix: ::Turning to o1eary:: You must be fun at parties!
AbbeBeck: CONDENSED AIR FILTERS INTO THE CABIN ...
O1eary: ::to matrix:: Actually I am. We get out of this, and I'll get you into the White House to see
KenedyRyan: ::heart racing:: ok Kennedy get a hold of yourself..This isn't possible
AbbeBeck: THE PLANE LEVELS OFF ... THEN STABILIZES
St Matrix: ::fumbles with seatbelt::
O1eary: ::REALLY remembering all the school prayers::
Isoma: ::faintly::: I think I'll get off now.
AbbeBeck: What the hell is going on?
O1eary: ::looking out window again::
St Matrix: ::looking around nervousily, seeing the pank on everyones faces::
Drami1: ::buckling the seatbelt as tightly as is humanly possible::
AbbeBeck: :: glances at O'Leary :: Would you stop looking out there?!?
O1eary: Abbe, how long until we land?
AbbeBeck: :: checks watch :: Uh ... three hours, I think ... maybe less.
KenedyRyan: ::looking down at the imprint of her finger nails into her hands:: Ok..now I'm in control
AbbeBeck: :: trying to not look out window ::
Drami1: ::takes a deep breath::
O1eary: ::looking at Kennedy:: Draw blood, did we?
St Matrix: ::Turns to Abbe:: Is the fact that we lost an engine going to be a problem?
KenedyRyan: ::looking up:: no but close ::displaying her palms to Oleary::
AbbeBeck: :: shrugs, smiling weakly :: I don't know ... not exactly my field, I'm afraid.
O1eary: We WHAT? ::pales::
Isoma: ::to Matrix::: You BETTER be kidding!
AbbeBeck: :: unbuckles seatbelt, rising :: I'll check with the pilot.
St Matrix: ::Turning to O1eary:: Calm down, if we lost one don't you think the capt would say something
AbbeBeck: :: holds onto seats, moving slowly toward the cockpit ::
O1eary: ::muttering:: That pilots' name best be Bond....
St Matrix: ::Turns from O1eary and starts improvising a prayer::
Drami1: O'Leary, try to relax... I can see the veins in your neck!
O1eary: ::to matrix:: You say we've lost an engine...
AbbeBeck: :: exits cockpit, face pale ::
KenedyRyan: ::looks out the window compulsivly:::::
O1eary: I'll relax when we land, Drami
O1eary: ::sees Abbe:: Uh oh
St Matrix: ::Sees Abbe:: We in troubllllllllllllleeeeee.
Drami1: ::starts going through all the invocations she knows::
AbbeBeck: :: slowly sits down, buckles seatbelt, quiet ::
KenedyRyan: ::looks to Beck:::
Isoma: Abbe?
O1eary: ::to matrix, with a weak grin:: Your powers of observation will do us well, old sport.
KenedyRyan: well?!
AbbeBeck: :: staring off ::
O1eary: Abbe?
St Matrix: ::Turns to O1leary and Abbe:: Thanks O1leary. Abbe what is it?
KenedyRyan: ::stares back out the window with a blank face::
AbbeBeck: :: swallows, opening mouth to speak, but cannot ::
O1eary: Abbe!
O1eary: AGENT BECK! REPORT!
AbbeBeck: I ... uh ... uh ... :: curses :: I'm here ... I'm here.
AbbeBeck: :: blinks :: We did lose an engine ....
Isoma: And...
O1eary: We lost an engine
O1eary: We lost an engine
Isoma: Yeah, but most planes can fly on just one
AbbeBeck: :: slowly, still staring off :: And ... and there's some ... trouble with the other one ....
Drami1: Naive question time. How many engines does a plane have?
AbbeBeck: :: glances at Drami :: This plane? Two.
O1eary: ::sharply:: What SORT of trouble, Abbe?
St Matrix: On this trip, not enough.
Isoma: Now without *both*, that a problm.
KenedyRyan: bit of awful luck::shakes her head and sighs:::
AbbeBeck: :: shakes head :: He didn't say ....
Isoma: Can't we make an emergency landing?
O1eary: ::fighting sheer panic:: Uh huh
AbbeBeck: :: turns toward window, gazing out into the night :: That engine ....
O1eary: ::sitting down, fighting the terror::
O1eary: ::leaning forward....looking out the window::
St Matrix: ::Tries to maintain control::
AbbeBeck: :: laughs :: Guess you can forget about that review board, eh, Michael?
O1eary: ::nodding:: More than likely
AbbeBeck: THERE IS A CLATTER FROM THE GALLEY ...
KenedyRyan: ::looks to the ceiling..closes her eyes and wispers a prayer..face blank:::
O1eary: If we get home, I'll take whatever Walt wants to do
O1eary: ::whipping head toward galley:: What the???
AbbeBeck: :: turns sharply ::
Isoma: NOW what!!!?!?
AbbeBeck: Probably the turbulence .... probably ....
AbbeBeck: THE LIGHTS FLICKER ... ONCE ... TWICE ... THEN GO OUT!
St Matrix: ::Grabs stomach:: Maybe I should not have had that mystery meat speacial.
O1eary: A touch of the wind, no doubt. In a sealed airliner
KenedyRyan: ::drops her hand into her pocket...fishes around for her pen shaped flashlight, then clicks it on::
AbbeBeck: THE EMERGENCY LIGHTING GOES ON ... A FAINT YELLOW GLOW FILLS THE CABIN
KenedyRyan: :::turns pen light off and drops it back into her pocket:::
O1eary: I can really relate to Danny Glove in LETHAL WEAPON right now...
AbbeBeck: :: unbuckles seatbelt, rising :: If I'm going to die, I'm going to go out on my feet ...
AbbeBeck: I'll check it out ....
O1eary: Abbe, sit down
O1eary: We need to plan something
AbbeBeck: :: nervously steps toward galley :: But Michael ...
O1eary: Just for a moment
AbbeBeck: There's someone on the plane ... I can feel it.
Isoma: No one's going to die! Can't we make an emergeny landing?
AbbeBeck: Or something ....
O1eary: Yes. Agreed. but we all know rushing back blind is a mistake
O1eary: ::drawing pistol:: You armed?
AbbeBeck: :: nods, taking seat :: You're right ... I'm not thinking straight.
AbbeBeck: :: nods :: Yes. I didn't check it for the flight.
St Matrix: ::Turning to O1eary:: Put that a way, one shot and we can loose cabin pressure.
AbbeBeck: :: removes gun, setting it on her lap :: My hands are shaking ....
Isoma: Abbe! PUT THAT AWAY!
AbbeBeck: :: curses, then to Kat :: The safety's on, Kat.
AbbeBeck: :: puts it in her pocket, rising :: Ok, I'm ready ...
St Matrix: ::looks around::
KenedyRyan: ::gets up::: I'll back you up
O1eary: True, matrix....but let's not be stupid. If something IS back there, I don't think wiggling our thumbs and saying "bang" are going to scare it
O1eary: ::standing:: Let's go...slow and easy
St Matrix: True, but shootting a hole in the plane will not help things either
AbbeBeck: :: pause :: What if it's just a passenger? Or a flight attendant?
O1eary: We're the only ones on board, Abbe
Isoma: What could possibly be back there?
AbbeBeck: :: nods :: Right, right ...
KenedyRyan: ::moves her way to isle:::
St Matrix: ::Stands up, heads into the back with everyone::
AbbeBeck: :: follows O'Leary ::
AbbeBeck: :: slips though rows of seat to other aisle ::
O1eary: ::moving softly...carefully the length of the plane::
O1eary: ::reaches galley::
AbbeBeck: :: moves forward, approaching galley ::
O1eary: ::gently parts curtains:: Wow...what a mess
AbbeBeck: :: slips through from other end :: Oh, boy ...
O1eary: Matrix?
St Matrix: Yes, o1eary
KenedyRyan: ::moves in behing Beck::
O1eary: You've heard us mention Big Daddy's the Diner?
AbbeBeck: VARIOUS CONTAINERS ARE STREWN ABOUT THE GALLEY ... FOOD EVERYWHERE EVEN SPLATTERED ON THE WALLS ...
St Matrix: It does not hit my mind right now
O1eary: Ah...well the kitchens are similar
AbbeBeck: :: kneels to examine a container :: Looks like it was torn open ...
O1eary: ::holsters pistol::
AbbeBeck: :: raises container :: Look at this ... What could do something like this?
Isoma: ::nervously:::Umm, guys...who or *what* do you think did this
Drami1: ((Hey Kid!!)
St Matrix: ::Sees the mess:: And I thought my place was a mess.
KenedyRyan: Looking over Beck {S WHATISIT}
The1Kid: (( Hey guys! ))
AbbeBeck: {S sfxthund}
AbbeBeck: (( JON! Is it really you?!? ))
O1eary: (((JON!!!!!!!!!!!!!))
AbbeBeck: :: passes container to Kenedy :: Well, it used to be a food container ... not anymore.
KenedyRyan: ::examines the container:: Lovely
Drami1: Understatement of the year..
AbbeBeck: :: pauses :: Looks like someone was hungry ... everything's gone.
St Matrix: Question time. Where did IT go?
AbbeBeck: :: sighs :: I'd like the answer to that one, too.
O1eary: A good question
AbbeBeck: And what is IT?
O1eary: Not many places to hide
KenedyRyan: Better yet where did the one who ate it go?
Drami1: And is IT still in here somewhere else....
O1eary: ::shudders:: When we get home, remind me to burn every Hammer film I've got, okay?
The1Kid: (( Sorry, overload of IMs, and other things! Yeah, Sorry I'm late, my sister was on the phone!!!)
AbbeBeck: :: shakes head ::
St Matrix: Kenedy, use your pen light, maybe that will help.
KenedyRyan: ::trying to remeber what Shatner did in this spot in the "Twilight Zone":::
O1eary: ((he freaked out, kennedy...))
The1Kid: (( LOL! ))
AbbeBeck: :: steps toward next section, pausing at curtain :: Looks quiet back there.
AbbeBeck: :: turns :: {S growl
KenedyRyan: ::shudders at the memory::
O1eary: ::trying to see every inch of the plane at once::
AbbeBeck: A LOW GROWL RUMBLES FROM THE BACK OF THE PLANE ...
The1Kid: :: Looking towards the sound :: What was that?
O1eary: ::whipping round:: What in the....????
AbbeBeck: :: steps back, cursing :: I do not know ... and I don't care to find out.
KenedyRyan: ::flashes light to the back of the plane::
Isoma: ::backs away::: I wonder what it's like to be *eaten* by an X-File?
AbbeBeck: :: hands shaking :: There is definately something on this plane ....
The1Kid: :: Walking backwards away from the sound :: Neither do i.
AbbeBeck: :: pauses :: God, what if it's that thing from the wing? What if it got inside?!?
The1Kid: :: Shivers :: I hope not.
Drami1: Abbe, stop what-iffing!!
Isoma: Let's all be rational here...that thing on the wing was probably a halluncination.
The1Kid: All of us?
Drami1: A *group* hallucination?
AbbeBeck: :: curses :: I do NOT hallucinate, Kat.
O1eary: Hallucinations do not growl, Kat...
KenedyRyan: ::looks up at the air vent:: or maybe an induced hallutionation
Drami1: Okay, an induced hallucination. And that growl was....
Isoma: ::grasping for explination::: Yeah! Who knows what weird chemicals could be circulating here...
AbbeBeck: THE PLANE SHAKES AGAIN, DROPPING SLIGHTLY ...
Drami1: Welcome to "Rationalizations 'R' Us".
Isoma: And the growl was just the engine!
The1Kid: :: Grabbing on to seat :: Whoa.
KenedyRyan: ::shrugs:: One solution at a time
O1eary: Everyone back up front, please
Isoma: Why?
AbbeBeck: :: moving up front :: You don't have to say that twice.
O1eary: If we're all up front, it can only come from one direction. Where we can see it coming
KenedyRyan: ::moves to the front:::
St Matrix: :;Turns and heads up front::
The1Kid: And then what?
Drami1: ::goes up front::
Isoma: ::moves::
The1Kid: :: Walks up front.
O1eary: I'm making this up as I go, Jon....we'll have to work it out.
Drami1: Don't ask, Kid....
AbbeBeck: :: paces in aisle :: I'm checking the cockpit again ...
O1eary: I have learned one thing though
O1eary: THIS will take your mind off fear of flying REAL fast
KenedyRyan: ::sits down and stares at the air vent above her head:::
The1Kid: OK, well, I'm going to play Devil's Advacate, if it was a induced hallucination, who did it?
The1Kid: And why?
AbbeBeck: :: knocks on cockpit door, opens door, but is quickly booted out ::
O1eary: ::shrugging:: Could be Fox's buddy, Cancer Man.
KenedyRyan: Hmmm Good Question..Tick anyone off back there in Des Moines?
Isoma: It could be any group. God knows you guys have enough enemies!
O1eary: Only half the state, Kennedy..:)
AbbeBeck: :: leans on seat, listening ::
AbbeBeck: :: checks watch ::
Drami1: How long till we land?
O1eary: Abbe, what did the pilot say this time?
AbbeBeck: :: smiles wryly :: He didn't. Kicked me out of the cockpit ... but it looked like they were trying to make an emergency landing ... but the storm ... it's wrecking havoc on the equipment.
O1eary: Let me think this out loud....
AbbeBeck: I'm not a pilot, but it looked like that bolt of lightning damaged some of the guidance equipment.
The1Kid: No doubt they are just as worried as we are.
O1eary: We're on a jet with one engine out, and the other failing.
O1eary: We have a creature of unknown origin and intent on board.
O1eary: ::nodding:: Join the FBI...Live the Excitement
St Matrix: ::Trying to remain calm::
O1eary: ::to Matrix:: Easy, old chap. Breathe through your nose.
St Matrix: Spoken from a master, huh?
AbbeBeck: :: to O'Leary :: You're staying remarkably calm through this, Michael ... share it with me.
O1eary: ::nodding:: Yes, indeed. Anyone who says they're never scared is either a liar or a fool.
AbbeBeck: ::: smiling weakly ::
O1eary: I'm not sure yet, Abbe. We're kind of stuck.
AbbeBeck: :: resting head in hands :: Ok, we've got something on board this plane ... so how do we get it off?
AbbeBeck: :: restates question :: How do we get it off without killing ourselves in the process?
O1eary: Maybe if we just sit tight....
O1eary: A sort of detente
Drami1: Anyone carry tranquilizer darts with them?
O1eary: We don't bother it...it won't bother us
O1eary: Sorry, Drami. Left them in my other suit.
AbbeBeck: ANOTHER LOW GROWL IS HEARD FROM THE GALLEY ... IT SEEMS TO BE COMING CLOSER
St Matrix: ::Sarcasticlly:: Yeah, Drami right beside my bazzucka.
AbbeBeck: :: glances up :: Did you hear that?
Isoma: The hallucination seems to be approaching...
St Matrix: Unfortunately, Yes
KenedyRyan: ::takes a deep breath:::
O1eary: Do hallucinations leave footfalls as they approach?
The1Kid: :: Snapping up :: Yeah, closer.
O1eary: ::look at Kennedy, fearing panic:: You okay?
KenedyRyan: ::smiles:: Peachy
O1eary: ::to Drami, softly:: A favour? Keep an eye on her....
AbbeBeck: :: takes deep breath, releasing it slowly through clenched teeth :: Stay cool, Abbe ...
O1eary: ::to Kennedy:: Peachy is good.
Drami1: ::nods::
Isoma: *When* does this thing land!?!?
AbbeBeck: :: to self :: Stay cool and in control ...
AbbeBeck: :: checks watch :: Ninety minutes ...
KenedyRyan: I'm fine..just fine::looks toward the galley::
O1eary: ::eyes glued to the curtain seperating First Class::
The1Kid: :: Looking around :: Anyone else have a different view of the basement now?
O1eary: ::laughing sharply:: No bloody kidding Jon
AbbeBeck: :: moves through seat to other aisle, watching quietly from that end ::
O1eary: If we get out of this, I will personally buy you DOOM 7, okay?
KenedyRyan: ::laughs:: Oh yeah..real inviting right now Kid
The1Kid: :: Laughs, easing up :: Sure, I have no problem with that.
O1eary: I didn't think you would...:)
O1eary: Of course, Jon Meyer with LEGITIMATELY purchased software? Wow....
AbbeBeck: :: leans against seats, watching curtains closely ::
O1eary: By the time I get DOOM 7, Jon will already have his little mitts on version 8
O1eary: ::has never taken his eyes off the curtains::
AbbeBeck: :: whispers something ::
O1eary: ::to Abbe:: What?
AbbeBeck: :: then, louder :: Do you see that?
O1eary: No.....::looking:: What?
Isoma: ::not suer she wants to ask::: What?
AbbeBeck: :: points :: There ... the curtain moved ...
St Matrix: ::Looks around the plane, tring to hear::
The1Kid: :: Looking into the darkness ::
O1eary: ::sees curtain moving::
AbbeBeck: :: whispers :: It's coming ...
KenedyRyan: ::moves into a defensive stance::
St Matrix: ::Sees something moving::
O1eary: Matrix? You armed?
AbbeBeck: PLANE BEGINS ITS DESCENT ... THE SEATBELT SIGN FLASHES ON
The1Kid: :: Backing further into the plane :: Dead at 21 ....
Isoma: Shooting won't accomplish anything on a plane.
O1eary: Easy, Jon...we're not dead yet
St Matrix: No
Isoma: Decent!?!? YES!!
O1eary: Kat, we might have a choice.
O1eary: Explosive decompression is relatively quick and clean.Unless you'd rather face what's back there?
Isoma: There's a fun thought! ::hops into her seat, eagerly awaitig landing:::
O1eary: Who's carrying?
AbbeBeck: :: shakes head :: I'd rather die on my feet than as some thing's breakfast.
KenedyRyan: Explosive decompression?!
O1eary: Agreed, Abbe.
AbbeBeck: I am ...
Drami1: ::draws her gun::
O1eary: Everyone who is NOT armed, please move to the very front
AbbeBeck: Yes, I agree.
KenedyRyan: ::::::Reaches in and pulls out her gun::::::
The1Kid: :: Pulls out gun :: Guess I stay back.
AbbeBeck: :: removes gun from pocket, checking it :: Ok, I'm ready.
O1eary: ::to Jon:: We go, we go together....
The1Kid: :: Smiles :: Well, here we go.
AbbeBeck: :: steps toward curtain ::
O1eary: ::watching as the curtain bumps and moves::
The1Kid: :: TO Everybody :: See you down there.
O1eary: Be a fun flight..that sudeen stops going to be a bit rough
O1eary: Abbe...be careful
AbbeBeck: :: steps back, cursing :: God, that thing is BIG.
The1Kid: :: Looks into O'Leary's eyes :: Ya know ....
O1eary: Yes?
AbbeBeck: THE THING SHIFTS SLIGHTLY, CURTAINS RUSTLE ...
AbbeBeck: THE EMERGENCY LIGHTS FLICKER ... ONE BY ONE ... THEN TOTAL DARKNESS!
AbbeBeck: :: curses, feeling for the seats ::
The1Kid: {S bfeeling
O1eary: Flashlight, anyone? A
bbeBeck: A GROWL, LOUDER, ANGRY ... IT MOVES FROM THE GALLEY IN A SUDDEN BURST OF SPEED
Isoma: ::;screams again:::
O1eary: EVERYONE DOWN!
KenedyRyan: ::steadys her gun:::
The1Kid: :: Fronzen in terror, can't move ::
AbbeBeck: :: starts to moves but ... ::
O1eary: ::yanking Jon to the floor::
Drami1: ::hits the ground::
AbbeBeck: :: curses, feeling it move toward her :: Ah, jeez ... move it, Abbe!
KenedyRyan: ::falls ot one knee::
AbbeBeck: :: turns, heading toward front of plane :: It's right behind me ...
O1eary: ::lunges forward, tackling Abbe::
O1eary: DOWN! EVERYONE DOWN!
AbbeBeck: THE THING LUMBERS FORWARD, DRIPPING A FOUL SMELLING DROOL, GROWLING
O1eary: Holy Mary mother of....
AbbeBeck: :: squirms :: It's coming closer ... we've got to move.
O1eary: Jon.....????
AbbeBeck: :: crawls toward front of plane ::
Isoma: ::lies on the floor gaping:::
The1Kid: :: To O'Leary :: Yeah?
KenedyRyan: ::moves to the front Kneeling behind seats for cover in each row:::
O1eary: See the Emergency Door?
AbbeBeck: THE PLANE SHAKES AGAIN
The1Kid: :: Looks around, spoting it :: Yeah.
O1eary: See the lock?
O1eary: Abbe?
AbbeBeck: :: crouching :: Yeah?
The1Kid: :: Looks around the door :: Yeah. ((Seems to be my favorite word! ))
O1eary: The lock on the door
KenedyRyan: ::looking to the door::
AbbeBeck: :: nods :: I see it ....
O1eary: Between the three of us, we should be able to hit it
The1Kid: :: Nods :: Easy.
AbbeBeck: :: nods :: Okay ... just give the word.
O1eary: ::to everyone else:: HOLD ON! It's going to get ROUGH!
O1eary: ::strainging to see in the darkness::
The1Kid: :: Takes Aim :: Ready.
O1eary: Just when It crosses in front.....
AbbeBeck: :: curses, creeping forward :: I'm ready, too ....
KenedyRyan: ::grabs the seat in front of her::
O1eary: Grab on to something...and HOLD TIGHT
St Matrix: :grabs seat:
The1Kid: ::Wraps other arm around seat, and starts to wait. ::
O1eary: :to Abbe and Jon:: Aim for the lock....
Drami1: ::reciting under her breath, digging her fingers into a seat:: in this night and in this hour....
The1Kid: :: Aims again ::
O1eary: Dammit...I can't see It
AbbeBeck: :: locks arm around seat, taking aim :: Higher ... six inches, Michael.
O1eary: The creature, Abbe...where is it?
AbbeBeck: The eyes ... they're glowing ...
The1Kid: Don't worry, I can, I see it, just below the words EMERGENCY DOOR.
O1eary: Watch the eyes...::behind him:: Evberyone set?
AbbeBeck: :: glances at IT :: Uh ... twenty degrees to your right ... six inches up ...
Isoma: ::hyperventilating quietly under a seat:::
KenedyRyan: ::nods:: yeas
O1eary: Dram?
O1eary: Kat?
O1eary: Matrix?
Drami1: ::reaches out to touch Kat's arm:: You okay?
Drami1: Yeah, O'Leary, set.
AbbeBeck: :: whispers :: Damn, it's big ... god, it's coming this way ...
O1eary: NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!
O1eary: {S gunshots}
AbbeBeck: {S gunshots
The1Kid: {S Gunshots
Isoma: :::in the middle of shooting, whispers:::: Fine...
AbbeBeck: THE DOOR FLIES OPEN ... THE THING IS SUCKED THROUGH INSTANTLY ...
AbbeBeck: CABIN DEPRESSURIZES, MASKS FALL, THE PLANE JOLTS ...
Isoma: Everyone hold on!!!!!!!!!!
AbbeBeck: :: curses, grabbing the seat with both arms ::
St Matrix: ARE WE HAVING FUN YET!!!!
O1eary: ::wraps an arm around the seat leg::
Drami1: ::wraps whole body around the seat, gritting teeth::
The1Kid: :: Holding on to seat ::
KenedyRyan: ::holding on with all her strength::
AbbeBeck: THE LANDING GEAR DROPS INTO PLACE ... THE PLANE DESCENDS ... TOO QUICKLY
AbbeBeck: WITH A JOLT, THE PLANE LANDS, SPEEDING ALONG THE RUNWAY ...
AbbeBeck: << timewarp ... the plane STOPS! >>
O1eary: ::standing up:: Bloody hell
St Matrix: I Think I am going to be sick!?!?!!?!
AbbeBeck: :: breathing slowly, still holding onto the seat for dear life :: Are we dead?
The1Kid: I hope not.
KenedyRyan: ::letting go of the seat her arms start to shake::
O1eary: Everyone okay?
Drami1: ::pinches herself:: Don't think ah am...
KenedyRyan: ::crosing her arms::fine
AbbeBeck: :: hands shaking, rising slowly, then collapsing into a seat ::
O1eary: Well, THAT was fun
O1eary: See why I don't like to fly?
St Matrix: Okay, I think
AbbeBeck: :: smiles weakly :: {S instinct
O1eary: True.
O1eary: The Michael O'Leary I Hate to Fly Club
AbbeBeck: :: rests head against seat :: No one is EVER going to believe this ...
AbbeBeck: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> end sim <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
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