transatlantic adventure! (Chance Silvey, Jadzia Dax, Henry Winter)
(( Credit to Dean-mun for suggesting the airline. :D ))
Chance is used to research junkets on the cheap, when she goes anywhere at all. Crash at a local junior prof's place if you're going to a conference, or stay in a Motel 6. Drive if you can, fly only if you have to, and fly barebones economy class. This time she's not traveling alone or with her old advisor, though. No, this time Chance is traveling with Jadzia Dax, who's probably used to some choice 24th-century interstellar amenities, and with Henry Winter, who will probably melt like the Wicked Witch of the West the moment he passes the curtain that divides business class from coach. Plus, Henry's offered to augment the funding Chance has already secured.
So, though it grates against her every sensible nerve, Chance has forked out the dough for three first-class tickets from Gatwick airport to La Guardia. There they'll get a connecting flight to Philadelphia, and drive the remaining two hours to Hershey in a rental car. (They'd need a car anyway and Chance just balks at the idea of flying into Harrisburg, which would have put them only a fifteen-minute drive from Hershey. Cost aside, the prospect of riding in a bumpy little turboprop regional jet does not appeal.)
She gets a good deal on an airline she's never heard of before. Oceanic Air. Chance knows this world is different than the one she comes from -- that Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology proved it to her, months ago -- so the unfamiliar name doesn't trouble her at all. The three researchers and their luggage make it to the airport by a combination of Floo and the more mundane taxicab, and are made comfortable on the plane. Four seats to a row, two on either side of the aisle, roomy. Up here in first-class, there's no danger of the seat assignment that long-legged elbowy Chance always dreads, the squished-up middle seat. Thoughtfully, the ticket agent has assigned them all places near one another: Henry and Dax side by side, Dax in the window seat, and Chance in the row just in front of theirs, also in a window seat.
The flight attendant offers them liquor. Chance gives the offer a moment of serious consideration before she asks for bottled water instead. She's never flown over an ocean before.
She sort of wishes she had some kind of sedative. Or that she'd smoked up before the flight, or something. Knowing Hogwarts, that would have resulted in her asking everyone to save the whales, and getting kicked off the plane for refusing to stop playing acoustic folk songs. So she's completely sober and in her right mind and nervous as all hell. And as the plane lifts off, visions of organ traffickers dance in Chance's head. Who knows what's going to be waiting for them in Hershey?
Chance is used to research junkets on the cheap, when she goes anywhere at all. Crash at a local junior prof's place if you're going to a conference, or stay in a Motel 6. Drive if you can, fly only if you have to, and fly barebones economy class. This time she's not traveling alone or with her old advisor, though. No, this time Chance is traveling with Jadzia Dax, who's probably used to some choice 24th-century interstellar amenities, and with Henry Winter, who will probably melt like the Wicked Witch of the West the moment he passes the curtain that divides business class from coach. Plus, Henry's offered to augment the funding Chance has already secured.
So, though it grates against her every sensible nerve, Chance has forked out the dough for three first-class tickets from Gatwick airport to La Guardia. There they'll get a connecting flight to Philadelphia, and drive the remaining two hours to Hershey in a rental car. (They'd need a car anyway and Chance just balks at the idea of flying into Harrisburg, which would have put them only a fifteen-minute drive from Hershey. Cost aside, the prospect of riding in a bumpy little turboprop regional jet does not appeal.)
She gets a good deal on an airline she's never heard of before. Oceanic Air. Chance knows this world is different than the one she comes from -- that Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology proved it to her, months ago -- so the unfamiliar name doesn't trouble her at all. The three researchers and their luggage make it to the airport by a combination of Floo and the more mundane taxicab, and are made comfortable on the plane. Four seats to a row, two on either side of the aisle, roomy. Up here in first-class, there's no danger of the seat assignment that long-legged elbowy Chance always dreads, the squished-up middle seat. Thoughtfully, the ticket agent has assigned them all places near one another: Henry and Dax side by side, Dax in the window seat, and Chance in the row just in front of theirs, also in a window seat.
The flight attendant offers them liquor. Chance gives the offer a moment of serious consideration before she asks for bottled water instead. She's never flown over an ocean before.
She sort of wishes she had some kind of sedative. Or that she'd smoked up before the flight, or something. Knowing Hogwarts, that would have resulted in her asking everyone to save the whales, and getting kicked off the plane for refusing to stop playing acoustic folk songs. So she's completely sober and in her right mind and nervous as all hell. And as the plane lifts off, visions of organ traffickers dance in Chance's head. Who knows what's going to be waiting for them in Hershey?