Nate
Experienced
Former Animorph of Mariposa
"Stay in school! ...or something!"
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Post by Nate on Sept 30, 2009 11:26:25 GMT -5
"Okay, this is way better than having bugs crawling on me all the way home."
Nate grinned, lounging back in his chair. He glanced around at his surroundings for about the millionth time, taking in the private jet that had "mysteriously" shown up at the airport for them, no doubt left by SPECTER as their reward for the job. Nate was still sort of bitter that they hadn't been allowed much sight-seeing time afterwards, but at least the jet all to themselves was far better than risking another near-catastrophe with Johnny on a public plane again.
He distinctly remembered flying in a few of these when he was younger. The novelty had quickly worn off when the destinations always meant he would be bored out of his skull as his father conducted business and his mother dumped him in the care of the nanny in favour of shopping or some other activity that seemed not to involve him. Now that he was here (almost) on his own terms, the idea of a private jet was starting to get a whole lot more appealing again. Especially compared to the way they'd gotten to Africa.
"Too bad Jamilian's too busy flying this thing to come party with us," he commented, getting up and heading to the mini bar to see what was stocked there. He was disappointed to find that SPECTER had specifically left it empty. "Aw man, come on!"
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Johnny
Veteran
Former Animorph of Arbella
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Post by Johnny on Sept 30, 2009 18:09:25 GMT -5
"I disagree. This ain't nearly as fun," Johnny replied as he tipped a hat up off his eyes. He was sprawled across several chairs and was attempting to catch some Zs to ward off the boredom. It wasn't working too well. The hat hadn't been brought to Africa initially, but where Nate hadn't had time to sight-see, Johnny had made time to buy a souvenir. And it went great with the quick combination of clothing he'd thrown together.
But that was of the least of his worries. Now that Nate was moving around, Johnny knew he would'nt be getting any rest. He slipped a leg off the arm of a chair and then the other followed. Slowly, he pulled his lanky body to a standing position and stretched. Johnny ambled off towards the cockpit. Maybe there he could at least have some peace and quiet since Jamilan didn't appear to be like Johnny himself or Nate.
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Post by Leroy on Oct 1, 2009 2:35:25 GMT -5
Leroy leaned back in one of the nice leather seats. He could get used to this. Much better than the ride there. At least that's what he was thinking until a little bit of turbulence reminded him that a man from a different planet was flying him over a big, big ocean. Leroy looked out the window once the turbulence stopped and reassured himself. Yup, they were still over the water.
He decided not to think about it. Leaning back again, palms behind his head, Leroy looked over to where Nate seemed to be searching or something. "No mini bar, huh? Too bad. I blame Johnny," Leroy joked. He halfway hoped Johnny was still within earshot.
"But seriously, what are we supposed to do on this plane? Now that we don't have to worry about our two hour limit, we have that much more time to be bored. What gives?"
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Nate
Experienced
Former Animorph of Mariposa
"Stay in school! ...or something!"
Posts: 131
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Post by Nate on Oct 6, 2009 18:19:52 GMT -5
"No mini-bar. And here I thought SPECTER trusted us..." Nate pouted. In all honesty it was probably for the best. They could always celebrate later. Or then again... "We should have gone to Amsterdam first. Or even Canada, where we'd all be legal. Even Johnny." Nate was willing to bet Johnny was a hilarious drunk.
Nate glanced around the plane. "Okay, so no mini-bar. Try the tv? If SPECTER disabled that, then they really are sticks in the mud." He wasn't sure if they could get any type of signal out over the ocean, but maybe he could find some dvds or something. Nate began rummaging through some of the cupboards.
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Post by Jamilan on Oct 9, 2009 12:54:43 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry, life's been crap to me lately. I hope you dont mind my explanation for the turbulence)).
Luckily, Jamilan was able to focus his main eyes on the controls, which he was using with more ease thanks to his hands which could delicately move them to the right spot when needed. His stalk-eyes were free to move about, viewing the others, and responding to them. He had removed the pilot's seat so that he could stand here. It was no big deal; he could always move it back if necessary.
He noticed they were disappointed at the lack of...accommodations. Which, though it was good that there was no alcohol, was slightly irritating. He was sure they could have used some fruit punch, or something.
His attention was turning to the turbulence. He was doing his best to avoid it, but the weather report had mentioned a hurricane. Hurricanes sent out storm clouds, and storm clouds meant turbulence. He disliked this primitive craft, because an Andalite fighter or even a Yeerk one would have had no trouble with the weather.
<Maybe you should have thought about boredom before we left,> he said. <It seems SPECTER has a tendency to only...halfway accommodate.> But of course Nate ended up talking about drinking. <Once I am able to get an ID I may be willing to help you with that but not while on a mission.> He wouldn't let them get drunk if he was able to purchase beer...but he would of course let them have one. They all deserved it, even though he himself wasn't very interested in beer.
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