Thu Nov 27, 2014 1:59 am
High In the Sky (Part 2)
Emerging from the overcast dark grey of the English early morning sky, the military carrier swooped down onto the runway of Salmesbury Aerodrome, swaying in the breeze and the light rain. Only it was rather a little more than swaying, as if an invisible wind had gripped it and taken to pushing it around. It erratically dipped, then swung back up, then stalled, the nose tipping up a little too far for comfort, before the engines surged and the plane jumped forward, evening out. The crew of the control tower watched in consternation as the wheels bounced once, twice, before the plane finally stuck to the runway, turbines whining in reverse as it attempted to stop in half the originally intended distance. Thankfully, it screeched to a halt just metres away from the crash barriers beyond the end of the highway.
The control tower crew got a second shock when the rear hatch of the plane hissed open and out belched thick, rolling white smoke which blanketed the tarmac. In dribs and drabs, the forms of people emerged from the smoke, staggering from side to side. Some were laughing, others were hanging off each other, all certainly seemed to be more than a little affected, with the sole exception of the last two, a young redhead with a handkerchief tied securely over his face, and another man carrying an oversized hammer who seemed to be dressed like Luigi, only sporting a gas mask.
Frantic, personnel started streaming out of the tower and the hangars, running towards the stricken plane and its passengers. Their faces, initially of concern, gradually transformed into confusion, then a mixture of horror and disgust, then a long suffering resignation, as they realised the true nature of the smoke and the state of the passengers.
“Oh man,” Strop said, mane and tail in disarray as he shamelessly flopped face first onto the tarmac like a ragdoll. “So baked right now.”
“Yeah,” was all Hannah could manage, before she too flopped onto the tarmac, stubby limbs pointing in the air.
“You know,” Strop mumbled, partially impeded by his mouth mashed into the ground. “I’ve never smoked pot before. This doesn’t count does it?”
“Yeah nah,” Hannah slurred, before giggling. “I dunno man. You still got baked, but it’s, like, you didn’t actually smoke the joint. But, like… you don’t have to smoke a joint to do pot, right? Coz there’s all kinds of other forms.”
“But, dude,” Strop protested weakly. “It’s not like I had a choice, it was all over the fucking plane, like… fuck.” He rubbed his head and shook it. “Man.”
“Hey guys!” Tesla swung into view, one arm flailing about, the other wrapped around the guy in the aviation kit, Rayon Balls & Tits or whatever it was. “Girl, you’re amazing good fun,” he said, “Why stop the party here? Let’s head to mine, it’s in Preston, just up the road.”
“Oh, that sounds good!” Tesla giggled, before calling to the prostrate forms on the ground. “You heard the man. I’ll catch up with you later.” And with that they lurched off.
“Did she just?” Hannah struggled to rise but failed miserably, falling back, this time her limbs splayed out, her belly turned upwards.
“SMILE SPEEDHUMP!” A disturbingly gleeful Noah hovered overhead, his face obscured by something with a red blinking light. It was his camcorder. Apparently while he was unsuccessful finding a safe haven from the stupefying smoke, his efforts to avoid it were not entirely in vain, as he had retained enough faculties to be his asshole self.
“Oi, fuck off dickhead,” Hannah groaned, trying to cover her face but to no avail, for the rest of her was still very clearly visible. Strop’s eyes bolted open, and he groggily pushed himself upright, trying to sneak away before Noah latched onto him. Alas, while it was dark, the runway lights made him glow like a Christmas tree and he was in no condition to ninja.
“Hey, Strop, your girlfriend is going to love this!”
“Noooooo!” Strop moaned and tried to run, nearly falling over himself. “It doesn’t count coz I wasn’t trying to get high!”
Completely sober and strategically avoiding the stoner shenanigans, Kai looked at the digital clock in the distance, the red numbers indicating that it was just past five in the morning. They had another full day to get to Dunsfold Aerodrome for their special appointment, so to speak. And it was about five hours drive there. That suited him just fine. He was pretty sure in their current state, they wouldn’t miss him for quite a while, hell, with any luck, they wouldn’t even notice he was elsewhere until he turned up. Searching through the cars being lined up on the runway, he found his Mephisto, and swung himself in. Tilting the side mirror, he ran his fingers through his hair trying to gain some semblance of style, but since the last time he had attended to personal hygiene was that unspectacular failure in the gas station toilet somewhere in the middle of New Mexico, it was completely futile. Besides, he was so close, and getting there was the priority.
But not the Dunsfold Aerodrome, there was something far more important.
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[ooc] I've never smoked pot, so this entire scene was written as a guesstimate from seeing people who have smoked pot, firsthand accounts, and stoner movies. Essentially, as it is we've arranged to arrive at Dunsfold Aerodrome at 7am the next day for a special appointment, so that leaves everybody some time to get prepped, do what they need to, and come in their Sunday best (or not).
Special segment plus round 5 results will hopefully be posted tomorrow!
The control tower crew got a second shock when the rear hatch of the plane hissed open and out belched thick, rolling white smoke which blanketed the tarmac. In dribs and drabs, the forms of people emerged from the smoke, staggering from side to side. Some were laughing, others were hanging off each other, all certainly seemed to be more than a little affected, with the sole exception of the last two, a young redhead with a handkerchief tied securely over his face, and another man carrying an oversized hammer who seemed to be dressed like Luigi, only sporting a gas mask.
Frantic, personnel started streaming out of the tower and the hangars, running towards the stricken plane and its passengers. Their faces, initially of concern, gradually transformed into confusion, then a mixture of horror and disgust, then a long suffering resignation, as they realised the true nature of the smoke and the state of the passengers.
“Oh man,” Strop said, mane and tail in disarray as he shamelessly flopped face first onto the tarmac like a ragdoll. “So baked right now.”
“Yeah,” was all Hannah could manage, before she too flopped onto the tarmac, stubby limbs pointing in the air.
“You know,” Strop mumbled, partially impeded by his mouth mashed into the ground. “I’ve never smoked pot before. This doesn’t count does it?”
“Yeah nah,” Hannah slurred, before giggling. “I dunno man. You still got baked, but it’s, like, you didn’t actually smoke the joint. But, like… you don’t have to smoke a joint to do pot, right? Coz there’s all kinds of other forms.”
“But, dude,” Strop protested weakly. “It’s not like I had a choice, it was all over the fucking plane, like… fuck.” He rubbed his head and shook it. “Man.”
“Hey guys!” Tesla swung into view, one arm flailing about, the other wrapped around the guy in the aviation kit, Rayon Balls & Tits or whatever it was. “Girl, you’re amazing good fun,” he said, “Why stop the party here? Let’s head to mine, it’s in Preston, just up the road.”
“Oh, that sounds good!” Tesla giggled, before calling to the prostrate forms on the ground. “You heard the man. I’ll catch up with you later.” And with that they lurched off.
“Did she just?” Hannah struggled to rise but failed miserably, falling back, this time her limbs splayed out, her belly turned upwards.
“SMILE SPEEDHUMP!” A disturbingly gleeful Noah hovered overhead, his face obscured by something with a red blinking light. It was his camcorder. Apparently while he was unsuccessful finding a safe haven from the stupefying smoke, his efforts to avoid it were not entirely in vain, as he had retained enough faculties to be his asshole self.
“Oi, fuck off dickhead,” Hannah groaned, trying to cover her face but to no avail, for the rest of her was still very clearly visible. Strop’s eyes bolted open, and he groggily pushed himself upright, trying to sneak away before Noah latched onto him. Alas, while it was dark, the runway lights made him glow like a Christmas tree and he was in no condition to ninja.
“Hey, Strop, your girlfriend is going to love this!”
“Noooooo!” Strop moaned and tried to run, nearly falling over himself. “It doesn’t count coz I wasn’t trying to get high!”
Completely sober and strategically avoiding the stoner shenanigans, Kai looked at the digital clock in the distance, the red numbers indicating that it was just past five in the morning. They had another full day to get to Dunsfold Aerodrome for their special appointment, so to speak. And it was about five hours drive there. That suited him just fine. He was pretty sure in their current state, they wouldn’t miss him for quite a while, hell, with any luck, they wouldn’t even notice he was elsewhere until he turned up. Searching through the cars being lined up on the runway, he found his Mephisto, and swung himself in. Tilting the side mirror, he ran his fingers through his hair trying to gain some semblance of style, but since the last time he had attended to personal hygiene was that unspectacular failure in the gas station toilet somewhere in the middle of New Mexico, it was completely futile. Besides, he was so close, and getting there was the priority.
But not the Dunsfold Aerodrome, there was something far more important.
____________________________________________________________________________
[ooc] I've never smoked pot, so this entire scene was written as a guesstimate from seeing people who have smoked pot, firsthand accounts, and stoner movies. Essentially, as it is we've arranged to arrive at Dunsfold Aerodrome at 7am the next day for a special appointment, so that leaves everybody some time to get prepped, do what they need to, and come in their Sunday best (or not).
Special segment plus round 5 results will hopefully be posted tomorrow!
