There was far less OJ than advertised. The web site suggested it was a different terminal, but it wasn’t far.
My pants (both of them) are basically dry. These are made of scholler dryskin, which is sort of like wearing a really nice soft shell jacket on my legs. Except that the inside is a very light fleece. They’re also 4 way stretch and shed water that you’re not sitting in. Lucky me.
Shoe guy is at least 100 yards away. The tiger could find him, but I can’t smell him anymore. Instead I get the not-quite-distinct food and cleaning fluid smells from the terminal-centriscribed sushi bar. I made up another word, I googled it this time.
I suppose I should say that I know that planes often have WiFi, but I like to assume it isn’t and disconnect for a bit. I find it a lot easier to write when I don’t have the world’s largest repository of pretty-much-all-the-information to distract me.
Boarded again. The Red Oxx baaaarely fit in the overhead bin. They’re tiny! I think there is more space under the seat. I tweaked my thumb a bit stuffing the bag into it. I hope I put it handle size out.
First stop Paducah, next stop Cape Girardo, which, not gonna lie, sounds nicer than Paducah. Branding matters. This flight is shorter. The pilot looks like he just got out of the air Force. They had the cockpit door open during boarding which seems unusual now.
Back on airplane mode now, and unable to be distracted by the ball-of-all-knowledge. Sure, there’s some stuff which isn’t there yet, but a lot is. This is a big contrast from the Traveller RPG I’ve been running for over six years. Traveller is about spaceships which travel freely within solar systems but must isolate themselves in a pocket universe for a week as they “jump” from one star system to another. This means there is no Ansible of Ender, and no holographic communicators from Star Wars. If you want information to travel outside the system you have to pay someone to carry it as digital “mail” in their cargo hold. This means that each human has access to a miniscule fraction of all human knowledge compared to what you hold in your hands now. As far as we know.
Narratively this does interesting things, as players can outrun their reputation, or jump into a war which started 2 days ago in this universe but not at all in their cozy dimensionally isolated one. One type of story that’s harder to tell is that of an ongoing relationship with anyone outside the ship. Players frequently leave plots behind, or must wait months of real time to hear the echo the fictional universe makes in reply to their missives and misadventures.
We have been taxying 400 miles. I think we should have brought more wagon wheels. I think it’s probably “taxiing” but again, no internet in this dimension. Both words look broken.
We crossed a highway. Chances of ground based plane crash increased.
We finally took off after driving to Minneapolis on the taxiway. I expect the flight will be quicker than the taxi