Between a Roc and a hard place-Part II - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
2/7/2016
Log
Considering the helipad is blocked, and the huge bird's assistance would probably be needed to remove the semi trailer from the pad, Mike is understandably nervous about the situation. "Alright, the briefing report's in your seats, go ahead and board, I want to get back to my normal flights as soon as possible, can't do that till the trailer's off the pad." The gryphon is visibly shaken a bit, clearly something about this has him on edge.
Edel brushes her hair back as she shuffles up, pulling it back into a bun and pinning it up. "Thought we had this kind of thing settled last time," she says, rolling her shoulders and climbing into the helicopter to get strapped in for the flight. "Well. Maybe this time it WILL be settled."
With a sigh, Rorne shakes her head a little. If things aren't completely settled, then someone's not doing their part in some way. Either way, something needs to be done. She looks to Mike, giving him a nod, "Things'll get settled," she mutters, climbing into the helicopter herself. Hopefully this will still be peaceful...
"Can't we just... y'know, pull it off with a different semi truck? I mean, if possible, I'd rather avoid, uh... 'disturbing', such a large creature." Phosphorus gestures to the trailer, before shrugging and clambering into the chopper herself. No action is worse than a bad action, after all.
Myung casts a sidelong glance over her shoulder back at the rooftop and scratches her head, the gryphon's nervousness not doing much to reassure her. "I feel like removing the note slipped under our door might send the wrong message, and I don't really wanna piss off whatever did... that." She boards the metal bird and claims a seat, idly flipping through the report with furrowed brow. "Not-it for doing the talking, speaking of which."
Cameron had come padding to the meeting point with a bulging pack on her back. Her usual attire replaced by a skin tight leather outfit with plates of steel carefully afix to the front of her chest, her shoulders and arms and her shins. She glanced about at the others present and wondered what they were getting themselves into. She too soon followed the others into the copter.
As people board the helicopter and strap themselves in, most will notice a scent from the back of the copter, the smell of various meats, none cooks, and only marginally chilled. "Once we land, I'll need help unloading the boxes from the cargo area. If you're not familiar with the roc already, do read the report, it's short, but probably helpful. Maybe. Gives you something to do during the flight at least." As the aircraft takes off, one of the boxes in the back falls over, a few raw steaks and bits of hamburger spill out. "Damnit, and they didn't even tie that shit down." The flight is blessedly short, and as the roc had requested last time, Mike cautiously lands in the empty nest. "I think maybe I'll stay in the helicopter... clean up the mess in the back. Ya'll can bring the food out, right?"
Edel closes her eyes, remaining quiet during the flight. But only for the duration of the flight. Once they've landed, she replies to Mike's question while adjusting her glasses. "Certainly. Though I can't believe we've bothered to make deals with this thing," she says, lifting her shoulders in a small shrug. "Ah well. I suppose it can't be helped now."
Rorne can't help but chuckle a little, shaking her head. No reading the report, either, the previous events still rather fresh in her mind. Still, when they do land, and they're asked to carry the food out, Rorne does certainly oblige! "I don't mind," Rorne mutters to Edel. "Personally, I would never mind more birds! Though I do understand, politically, it'd be better to have him as an ally than an enemy."
In contrast to the other two, Phosphorus does bother to read the report. Well, read the report again. For the third time. Overpreperation never hurt anybody before.... ah, well. As the chopper lands, the panda quietly slips out to assist in the unloading of the helicopter calmly, as if unloading a rather large amount of meat for a giant bird was an everyday occurrence, whistling a song to herself all the while.
Myung wrinkles her nose after a few seconds of reading and sniffles involuntarily. She... might have also salivated just a little, but hastily wipes it away from her cheek and spends the duration of the flight trying not to look hungry. When they land, she flips the report closed and drops it in her seat, hopping to. "Roger. Something something take it to our leader, or the other way around... and uh, it wants food. Mm... food." She turns and sets on the task of unloading the cargo one crate after the other, stomach growling audibly.
Cameron gives a small nod to the pilot as she picks up a copy of the report and briefly scans through it. Once she was finished she was silent as they made an approach to the gigantic nest to land. She gives the pilot another small nod as she readies to disembark. "Sure." She then moves to the back to clean up the spilt meat, and then helping to off load the food they had brought with them.
The meats are almost all unloaded as the Roc appears... carrying a lone boxcar from a train. "Oh good, I was worried you didn't get the message." The boxcar drops, landing with a noticable thud amongst the trees. As the bird lands, the nest shifts slightly. "And you brought food this time! Here I thought you'd forgotten our agreement." The Roc peers at the various agents for a minute, as if considering something. "I see two familiar persons here. Where's that gal who wanted to fly?"
Edel rolls her eyes as she pats her hands off, having finished helping unload the meat. "Yeah. It's here. Think you could get that thing off the helipad now?" She asks, straight and to the point before glancing around at the others in case they wished to be more verbose about it.
Rorne shakes her head at the Roc at first with the message. "It was kind of blatant and obvious," Rorne states flatly, "leaving something as large and heavy as that on top of the building. Either way," she sighs, looking up. "The one who was vocal about wanting to fly is not here, though to say she was alone in that desire would be inaccurate." She looks to the others, and then back to the Roc.
Myung turns away from the boxes as the shadow of the enormous bird falls on them, eyes widening a little at the sight. This was her first encounter with the Roc, and... it was a little more than she was expecting. As was the sound of the boxcar hitting the trees, eliciting a yelp from the vixen. She clears her throat and takes a moment to collect herself before responding with a nod. "Uh, yeah... tribute, as it were. I don't imagine you have any contenders when it comes to the skies out here..." She gives the nearest crate a nudge with her foot and takes a step back, looking up at the bird with lingering wonder and giving an impressed whistle.
Cameron would dust her hands off once the last of the boxes was unloaded from the chopper. She then looked way up at the massive bird they had come to met. Her crystalline wings folding up for now. Thankfully they would at least let her fall safely to the ground should things go badly with the Roc. She figured she should stay quiet for now and let one of the two familiar faces to the Roc speak.
