No Stop Signs, Speed Limit

[ctu_savior]

WHO: The 'Dependables'
WHERE: En route to Mexico, and then Atatla Hotel
WHEN: Thursday afternoon-Thursday evening. (With a two-hour time difference between the City and its destination)
WARNINGS: Probably not violence?
SUMMARY: The trip, and the beginning of the mission
FORMAT: Quicklog. There will be two open threads for interactions, one for the

Comments

IN-FLIGHT

[ctu_savior]

It’s a five-hour flight in the plane Lamont’s arranged, so make yourselves comfortable. The in-flight movie will be whatever you see out your window, and refreshments will consist of some snacks Jack packed, a supply of survival rations in the cargo hold, and whatever you happened to pick up at the airport. Your pilot for this journey will be Jack up at the front. Don’t make him come back there.

twenty minutes in

[spadassin]

[Scatty hates flying. She absolutely cannot stand it. If her kind had meant to fly, they would have been born with wings. As it was, her window was down, her eyes were closed, and her arms were folded tightly across her chest. Her skin was as pale as her clothing, and she did not look at all pleased.

If you are sitting next to her, or even near her, you should make fun of her.]

[pacifisted]

[He hadn't grabbed anything to munch, not wanting to have a full belly in case someone had got round to expecting them and meant to meet them when they landed--it would be no good trying to fight when sluggish and sleepy.]

[Five hours is also not at all the longest time he's ever spent on a flight; it was almost a relief that the trip would be so short, actually, as it meant he wouldn't have too much time to let his mind wander away from the mission. Someone didn't seem to share the same opinion, though, so after a small internal battle over whether or not to disturb the woman, Trowa looked across the aisle at Scathach and tried to catch her attention.]

Hey.

[spadassin]

[She opened one cat-slit eye to look at him, gave a nod, and then closed it again. Her stomach was queasy already. She could not wait for this flight to be over.]

Yes?

CHECKING IN

[ctu_savior]

The team gets a good luck at the town on their way in, and there are clear signs of violence and decay: broken windows, bullet holes in walls, closed shops. The townspeople keep their heads down and their eyes to themselves as they shuffle along, trying to avoid any attention from the armed men in sunglasses that can be seen cruising around in Jeeps. Crime has sunk its claws deep into this town in preparation for the meeting, and isn't about to let go

[spadassin]

[Scathach is already in her beach wear, and is hating it so much. She has rubbed as much sunscreen into her skin as possible, and all it does is make her look whiter than she already is. She is currently sulking in her room, door open, practically tearing off her sarong and throwing her floppy hat on the bed. She went out and found the biggest, floppiest hat she could find, and it still wasn't big enough.

Her shoulders already look burned.]

[ctu_savior]

[Jack sees those burns and he doesn't like them. Once he and Frank are settled in and he's fairly certain his roommate isn't going to blow up the hotel if left alone, he goes to check on the team]

Scathach? [Leans in the doorway] Hey, how are you doing?

[spadassin]

[Scathach looks at him, trying to hide her annoyance. The burns will go away, but it'll take a lot of aloe vera. Good thing she brought it. She gestures to her shoulders, and gives a wry smile.]

Decent. Except for, you know, the whole sunburn thing.