There is a breathless moment before the impact.
Everything is calm, and quiet. You might even have time to think this a dream, or an overly elaborate practical joke.
Then comes the crash-crunching metal, flying debris, ferocious noise, the terrifying fury of the storm whirling in your ears. If you have a God, you pray.
The plane strikes the water, but tilts upward and bounces as the pilot's last effort is to desperately avert a flip. Those in front feel the ground underneath them give way as the plane splits in two-the tail falling back into the water, the nose flying into the jungle.
For those left behind-and conscious-their moment of terror is over in a single ferocious splash.
For those ahead, they endure a bone crushing impact as the nose of the plane catapults through the jungle, tearing a swath through the vegetation. There is a horrible rending noise, and all is dark.
The rain doesn't cease. The storm continues, unabated
...
Somewhere, someplace, someone watches through means that should be impossible. Satisfied the interlopers are dealt with by her hand, she turns away with an all-too Human smirk.
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Act 1, Scene 2Tail GroupRichard Dockson Jr, Eri Arloest, Rachel Fergusson, Renard Brosac and Ashley Lockman wake up in various state, feeling cold water around them, and rain splattering on their faces. They were in the tail of the plane-they've got a nice view of the now gaping hole leading outside. The front of the plane is completely gone.
Those awake feel a subtle shift, as the crippled hulk settles into the mud..and begins to slide backwards. The plane is sinking.
[GM evil=3, 6]
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Eri Arloest[Bad Luck=1]
Eri snaps awake first-by virtue of fate, perhaps, she's almost completely untouched-bruised and battered, but nothing that will impair her.
She's sitting in the very back of the plane-Richard Dockson is by her side on the other aisle, and is coming out of the shock of the crash-but he seems to be having trouble undoing his seat restaint.
Eri can feel the water rise up almost past her waist-and it's cold-deadly cold.
(16/16 HP remains, now 5 total NLD)
Carrying Nothing
Ashley Lockman[Bad Luck=1]
Ashley pops open one eye, and finds it staring directly into a long piece of jagged metal. It's about three inches from her face.
After a few moments catching her breath, she checks herself for injuries-she's tore up plenty, but nothing bad. In fact, she gets the feeling her injuries should be alot worse than they are...
She shrieks a bit, as the cold water rises up to her ankles. Rachel Fergusson is somewhat ahead of her, and Renard Brosac Behind.
(18/18 HP remains)
Carrying Nothing
Richard Dockson Jr[Bad Luck=2]
[Damage=3]
Dockson wakes up with a start not long after her. He's almost unhurt-dizzy, with nasty bump on his head (
3 Non-lethal damage and
3 Lethal damage) and dozens of bleeding scratches and bruises, but is otherwise fine. He can see Eri Arloest where he put her, and it seems she made it out better than him.
Dockson goes to undo his belt harness and frowns-it's not disengaging. He doesn't panic, yet...but he can't get them off-the crash warped the frame of the seat, turning it into a restraint. He's trapped.
Rich is still bothering with the belt, when he absently realizes his pants are soaked-the water has almost risen almost up to his waist.
(17/20 HP remains, now 3 total NLD)
*Trapped*
Carrying Nothing
OOC: Your sheet only has 10 HP, Cript, but remember you get max (which is 8+2 for you), plus ten bonus HP for houser-rules
Rachel Fergusson[Bad Luck=2]
[Damage=4]
Rachel feels something heavy on her chest-it feels like some sort of backpack. She rises from her seat, tossing the annoying thing away.
Blinking a few times to clear the rain from her eyes, she takes stock of her state. Aside from a lingering pain in her chest (
4 Non-lethal damage and
4 Lethal damage), alls fine-more or less.
She sees no one in front of her-but can hear the various moans and curses from those behind-and the gurgling of rapidly rising water. She's dry, for now.
(16/20 HP remains, now 4 total NLD)
Carrying Nothing
Renard Brosac[Bad Luck=5]
[Damage=1, 6, 2]
Renard wakes up last of any of them, and he curses the loudest-he's got a nice gash on his left leg, and feels like he's gone a few rounds with Muhammed Ali. He probably doesn't look much. Better. Gah! He's missing a molar. (
9 Non-lethal damage and
9 Lethal damage).
And he always took such good care of his teeth...
He groans, feeling cold water rise up past his ankles. He can't seem to think straight, like he's had too much to drink...it'd be easy to fall asleep...
(9/18 HP remains, now 9 total NLD)
Staggered*
Carrying Nothing
*Staggered: Having nonlethal damage exactly equal to current hit points. A staggered character may take a single move action or standard action each round (but not both, nor can she take full-round actions). A character whose current hit points exceed his nonlethal damage is no longer staggered; a character whose nonlethal damage exceeds his hit points becomes unconscious. Note, in our case, rounds equal game turns.
Nose GroupWesley, Travis, Abby O'Brian (and her brother), along with Mica come to, feeling like the luckiest people in the world.
Mostly because they're all still in their seats. The nose of the plane seems to have gotten tangled in thick vines high in the trees-what's left of it, anyway-and it's steeply angled upward. Behind them, the gaping hole that was the planes tail, leads down to the forest floor, a drop of about 20 feet.
The plane creaks distressingly. No telling how long it's going to stay up here.
[GM Evil=4]
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Abby[Bad Luck=1]
Abby spends a few seconds waiting to wake up from this horrible 'dream'. The voice of her brother brings her back-he's quite literally shaking her awake.
"Abby? Abby? Wake up...we need to go. This whole thing is going to come down..."...
Abby O'Brien is hurt, surely-but it's nothing she can't walk off. Her brother faired much worse-he quite literally shielded Abby from harm with his body as they came down, and took her share along with his own.
When she finally glances about, she'll realize that she and her brother are closest to the front of the plane. She faintly makes out the sound of groaning from the cockpit. Could the pilot have actually survived?
(16/16 HP remains)
Carrying Nothing
Mica[Bad Luck=1]
Mica snaps awake, sitting at an upward angle-not surprised to see one of the propellor blades of the plane having sliced a neat furrow in the seat right next to her in it's dying throes, trying to take her with it. She can move, but drips and drabs of water leak down from the crumpled cockpit of the plane, turning the aisle aside her into a slick, slippery slide.
Apart from a multitude of nasty cuts and bruises, she's uninjured. Mica sees Abby and her brother seated in front of her-they seem to be waking each other-and can hear Travis groaning behind her.
(16/20 HP remains)
Carrying Nothing
Travis[Bad Luck=2]
[Damage=4]
Travis wakes up to the sight of a pretty lady-a redhead. A real hot number
He smiles. What a horrible dream he was having...
The smell of leaking jet fuel strikes him as odd. He reaches up and idly brushes the beauty magazine off his face where it landed.
Pff.
Travis pokes his tender spots. Everything important was still intact, anyway. He has a truly wicked cut on his left shoulder-(
4 Non-lethal damage and
4 Lethal damage)-just another scar for the collection, but all in all, he's had worse crashes than this.
He looks around. Three people up-hill...and behind him, Wesley-who looks badly hurt. And his seat is bent out of shape, about to twist and fall out of the plane and into the hard ground below.
(13/17 HP remains, now 4 total NLD)
Carrying Nothing
Wesley[Bad Luck=4]
[Damage= 2, 5]
Wesley feels himself bleeding somewhere-everywhere. He was at the very edge of the plane when it broke, and he took the worst of it. (
7 Non-lethal damage and
7 Lethal damage)
He flashes in and out of consciousness, feeling his seat shift under him-the groan of stressed metal.
Shit.
The seat he's in is about to fall out of the plane-into what looks like a field of sharp, nasty plane looking debris covering the forest floor. He's afraid to move...so, Wesley stays very still, thinking over his options.
(10/17 HP remains, now 7 total NLD)
*about to fall*
Carrying Nothing