Martin Crieff | Cabin Pressure | That Bar

[mm_z]

It's a rather scrawny chap who wanders into the bar today, his nose buried in a notebook of sorts. He seems to be revising its contents with a red biro. And he most definitely has not been crying recently

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[bill_weasley]

"Lost, are we?"

It's not that hard to tell. He turns back to his firewhisky, stifling a smile into it. Props are excellent for that, even for someone who's friendly and helpful by nature, used to being in charge of things, and certainly used to unusual situations. What's one more?

No trouble at all.

[mm_z]

"Uh."

Articulate as always.

"I... don't know. Tell me the satnav isn't malfunctioning again, and took us to Madrid instead of Fitton again."

A world-class airline, MJN is most definitely not.

[bill_weasley]

Oh, a Muggle. Excellent. Leaning back, he folds his arms across his chest. "I suspect this isn't Madrid." The only reason he can even surmise and parse the entire satnav verbiage is he's actually flown on actual airplanes and actually paid attention, although he's done neither with particular frequency.

He knows Spain, though not as well as he knows Egypt. A thoughtful sip of firewhisky later, he shrugs amiably. "I suspect it's not Fitton either. But do have a drink. It's the thing to do."

[mm_z]

"I can't," Martin says, slightly nervous. "I'm due to take off again, in twenty minutes. I'm an airline captain, you see."

He might have not very subtly pointed at the four stripes on his jacket sleeve.

[sandhu_kids]

"Why are you crying?" asks Fry, master of tact.

[mm_z]

Martin quickly moves to dry his eyes.

"I'm not," he insists. "I'm not. It's just allergies. I'm not crying!"

And he did not just get yelled at by his boss again. Not. At. All.

[sandhu_kids]

Fry offers him a tissue.

"For every woman teased for shedding a tear, there is a man who wishes he could express himself." he says. "So don't bottle your 'allergies' up."

[mm_z]

Martin does his best to glare at the kid. It comes off looking rather more nervous than he intended, though.

"I'm fine. Really."

He's never been a particularly good liar, but at least he's persistent.