WONK: the Chaos Reigns Players

[carter]

Kilroy, roger that, crash truck standing by, over.

 

[MrNewportCustom]

Oh, these blasted flying mchines! Rickety enough without bulletholes! We're landing soon, right?


Lee

 

[carter]

Good to know you made it, MNC!

Still wearing your globe trotting cap?

How's Milo? (We may have a doppleganger here.)

 

[KilroyCD]

*Keys mic* Carter, this is Kilroy. MNC reports he'd like some tea and scones upon arrival. Will you have Lo Phat whip some up and and put the kettle on? Milo would like same, and actually, so would I. Teekay has passed out due to the pain, but I distinctly remember hearing him squeak something like "F*** the bloody tea", so I guess he doesn't want any. Over.

 

[KilroyCD]

Oh, these blasted flying mchines! Rickety enough without bulletholes! We're landing soon, right?


Lee

Should be about ten minutes, five if that starboard engine packs it in.

 

[carter]

*Keys mic* Carter, this is Kilroy. MNC reports he'd like some tea and scones upon arrival. Will you have Lo Phat whip some up and and put the kettle on? Milo would like same, and actually, so would I. Teekay has passed out due to the pain, but I distinctly remember hearing him squeak something like "F*** the bloody tea", so I guess he doesn't want any. Over.

Tea will revive him if nothing else. All in readiness for your arrival. Over.

 

[KilroyCD]

Tea will revive him if nothing else. All in readiness for your arrival. Over.

Roger that, Carter. Make mine Earl Grey, if you will.

 

[KilroyCD]

I'll be darned!

MNC, Milo and Teekay! There they are again! Looks like eight tiny reindeer pulling a sleigh, doesn't it?

 

[Diamondback]

Umm, guys... what about Samantha?

(Blackout on speaker)"The female has problems. I was able to disrupt the imminent assault, but my ammunition depleted and they got away. I was unable to use rockets due to proximity between targets and objective. I did succesfully deliver a beacon-round into their car... They won't dare do anything until morning. I suggest you organics hibernate for the evening..."

 

[carter]

Roger that, Carter. Make mine Earl Grey, if you will.

We have all manner of tea, Kilroy, please land ASAP before someone bleeds to death.

Sam seems to have disappeared.

We all need sleep and a new plan as soon as possible.

Over.

 

[KilroyCD]

*Keys mic* Carter, have field in sight. Starboard engine just packed up, and with all the holes in the fabric we're barely maintaining flying speed on the one engine. Have crash truck ready, might have to come down short of the field. Over

 

[carter]

Umm, guys... what about Samantha?

(Blackout on speaker)"The female has problems. I was able to disrupt the imminent assault, but my ammunition depleted and they got away. I was unable to use rockets due to proximity between targets and objective. I did succesfully deliver a beacon-round into their car... They won't dare do anything until morning. I suggest you organics hibernate for the evening..."

I have no idea where she is. Have someone check her quarters and the mess.

 

[carter]

Put her down, Kilroy. Emergency teams are standing by.

DB is on-site and ready to assist. Over.

 

[KilroyCD]

HANG ON!!!

As the Dominie slowly makes its way towards the field, whistling like a pan flute due to all the holes in the fabric, the windmilling starboard engine picks up again for just a moment, allowing the aeroplane to barely make the runway. Due to a shot-out tyre, it veers off the runway and violently ground loops, nearly planting the nose into the ground and crumpling the starboard lower wing. After it falls back onto the tailwheel, everyone scurries out and to relative safety.
Bloody heck! That was a close run thing! Is anyone hurt?

 

[MrNewportCustom]

Pour some brandy into my tea, then filter out the tea. And the hell with scones! I've been practically living on those wretched things. Give me a nice, thick porterhouse. I haven't had a decent meal in weeks!

And I don't want to see where the jockey was hitting it!


Lee

 

[carter]

It looks like they're coming in on a wing and a prayer. Holy Smoke! That plane is completely shot-up! How is she still airborne?

(watches as plane barely makes the runway, then slews sideways, shearing off one wing, and comes to rest, nose-down in the infield soil)

Is anyone coming out of that wreck?

(sees occupants emerge from the wreckage)

DB, it looks like there are survivors!

Kilroy, anyone lost?

Let's get them inside!

 

[MrNewportCustom]

No injuries here. Did I hear Carter say smething about a "cap"? My word! a topper is not a cap!

Where are my gloves? Oh yeah, right pocket. *puts on gloves - reaches back into plane and grabs walking stick* Let's go!


Lee

 

[Diamondback]

*Assorted medics, PFY and I dash for the plane with first-aid gear and stretchers*

Ugggh, Teekay... bad break. This'll help for the pain... *administers morphine injection, then PFY and I load Teekay onto stretcher--ooof, he's heavy!--and run him to an ambulance*

 

[MrNewportCustom]

DB! What part of "no injuries" did you not . . . oh, but I do like morphine. So nice and warm. . . . I just wish I had a NEED FOR IT!!


Lee

lol

 

[MrNewportCustom]

Now go back and get Teekay!


Lee