SaL 2012/01/22(Sun)23:44 No. 381684 ID: 230455
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A man is awoken by a scream.

What was that?

He sits up.

Despite what the above image may imply, you can clearly see that this man has greying blonde hair and blue eyes. He is rather tall and has high cheekbones. He is wearing a black business suit and appears confused.

The lights in this room are off, but it is dimly lit by a few covered windows along its length.

SaL 2012/01/22(Sun)23:47 No. 381685 ID: 230455
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Across from him is a TV with an arrow pointing right.

The scream came from the left.

Scream in panic because oh god there's a gun and a weird tv screen and uh some cigarettes? oh god
Then pocket everything, equip gun, and speculate as to whether you know how to land a plane. If so, sprint left. If not, sprint right.

Sprint Right because the TV is a loyal companion and it would never lie to you.

NEVER.

SaL 2012/01/23(Mon)14:17 No. 381727 ID: 230455
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>Scream in panic because oh god there's a gun and a weird tv screen and uh some cigarettes? oh god

“Scream? This is no time for panic. Now, where on earth am I?”

The man stands up and brushes out a few wrinkles in his suit. He peers out of one of the half-uncovered windows and is greeted by the sight of an unbroken expanse of ocean.

Oh God maybe it really is time for panic. But... no, no. I can get out of this. I just have to stay calm.

>Then pocket everything, equip gun, and speculate as to whether you know how to land a plane. If so, sprint left. If not, sprint right.

“Well, I took a few weeks’ worth of flight training about thirty years ago. But I’m sure the gentleman piloting this plane knows what he’s doing. Also, I have... ‘equipped’ the gun. I don’t feel any safer, though. To be honest, I’ve never touched a gun in my life. As for the other object, it's a simple lighter.”

>>381727
The plane seems to be randomly tilting back and forth and you just heard screaming from the cockpit. You should probably get up there.

SaL 2012/01/23(Mon)16:17 No. 381749 ID: 230455
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(oops. glitch in the matrix.)

>Sprint Right because the TV is a loyal companion and it would never lie to you.

The man decides to check out the right side of the room first and slips the lighter into his pants pocket. The only exit appears to be boarded up with plywood.


>The plane seems to be randomly tilting back and forth and you just heard screaming from the cockpit. You should probably get up there.

"I don't hear anything, and the plane seems to be doing just fine right now."

Alright, let's check out the non-blocked path then.

Well, there's nowhere to go in that direction, and you're a bit confused as to the situation, so you might as well stick your head in the cockpit and ask the pilot where you are and what's going on. Flying level over open ocean like this he won't have much to do, so he might appreciate the company anyway.

SaL 2012/01/23(Mon)17:51 No. 381772 ID: 230455
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>Alright, let's check out the non-blocked path then.

At the other end of the room is a curtain, which the man slides out of his way to reveal a small kitchen. Several lights slowly come to life as the he enters the room.

Woah woah woah, don't go waving the gun around like that unless you plan to shoot someone!

Anyway, keep going. The one place you can be sure is manned is the cockpit, and you need to talk to someone to find out what's going on here.

If there are any cookies, grab a couple. I'm sure he'd appreciate a snack, and you could use one yourself, just having woken up and all.

SaL 2012/01/24(Tue)01:26 No. 381840 ID: 230455
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>Woah woah woah, don't go waving the gun around like that unless you plan to shoot someone! Anyway, keep going. The one place you can be sure is manned is the cockpit, and you need to talk to someone to find out what's going on here. If there are any cookies, grab a couple. I'm sure he'd appreciate a snack, and you could use one yourself, just having woken up and all.

"Right." He lowers the weapon. "As I said, I don't know how to use a gun. I'm aware that there is a safety, and that it must be 'off' to shoot, but that's about the extent of my knowledge."

The man searches each and every drawer. They are all empty, save one cabinet on the bottom row. The suited man picks up the machete and tucks it up to its hilt in his leather belt.

Despite being unfamiliar with their mechanics, I feel that I would fare better fighting with a gun than a weapon that must have space to swing in order to be effective.

>>381840
Do you remember where you were before you woke up on this plane?

Dont at any point fire unless you have to. no holes in the plane, thanks.

SaL 2012/01/24(Tue)18:47 No. 381950 ID: d95cf4
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The blonde man passes through the kitchen and into a small white room crowded into the left side of the plane. On the right there is a door marked ‘Lavatory’. On the left is one of the exits to the plane.

> Do you remember where you were before you woke up on this plane?

“I... do not.” He pauses for a moment in front of the cockpit door, trying to remember.

This is odd. My brain feels foggy. I guess I should just start with I know... my name is Alan Johansen, I am a freelance financial advisor. Yes, it was definitely something to do with my job... I believe I must have been travelling to meet a client? No, I must have been travelling back from visiting him. It was Mr. Rosche? But wait – something about Laura? Ah, it isn’t coming back fast enough. I will deal with this later.

“Actually, I was hoping that you would be able to tell me why I am here.” he says aloud, looking suspiciously at the ceiling. “Where are the cameras? The microphones? And who are you?”

>>381950
I don't think there are any cameras or microphones, good sir.

Who's Laura?

Mr. Johansen, we are quite as perplexed at the situation as you are.
You should probably assist the man in the cockpit, i don't think he knows how to fly a plane at all.
And try not to startle him too badly, he seems the jumpy sort.

SaL 2012/01/24(Tue)21:48 No. 382002 ID: d95cf4
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> I don't think there are any cameras or microphones, good sir. Who's Laura?

“Laura? She’s my daughter.”

How do they know about her? They must have gone through my phone while I was unconscious. Johansen pats his pocket to check for his cell phone – it’s still there. Questions later. First thing’s first – get this plane business sorted out.


> You should probably assist the man in the cockpit, i don't think he knows how to fly a plane at all. And try not to startle him too badly, he seems the jumpy sort.

Johansen slowly opens the cockpit door, holding the gun behind his back. The door swings open silently to reveal a man in a purple hoodie hunched over one set of controls.

Mr. Smith appears to be fiddling intently with one of the dials and does not hear the man come in.

“Um, hello?” the suited man asks quietly. Alan jerks back at the sound of another voice, his forearm knocking into the steering stick and causing the plane’s nose to tilt toward the sky.

“Whoah! HO-ly SHIT you do not just sneak up on a man like that!” Alan Smith exclaims, frantically but gently tapping the steering controls to get the plane to level out again.

“Sorry.” Responds the businessman. Jumpy. Right. “Look,” he continues, “Explanations can wait, but I do need to know a few things. You’re obviously not a pilot. I can see that. But you’re also not one of the voices that I’ve been hearing over the intercom. How many other people are on this plane?”

“Ohohoh, heyyy,” the purple man replies, looking a little relieved. “That’s awesome. You’ve been hearing voices too? I thought it was just me going crazy.”

“You mean they're not coming from the speakers?” Johansen asks, frowning a little.

“Yeah! Hey, nice to meet you. My name’s Alan, and I sure as fuck hope that you can fly a plane.” He extends his hand, but Johansen flinches and takes a step back.

“No, my name is Alan. Who the hell are you?” Johansen demands. He instinctively brings the gun out from behind his back, but refrains from pointing it anywhere just yet.

Worry about names later. The plane isn't exactly the best place to worry about someone sharing a rather common first name.

His name is Alan Smith. It's just a coincidence. And no, we didn't go through your phone while you were unconscious.

We can hear what you're thinking.

Mind calming down, and just working on getting this plane landed without killing everyone on board? Thaaaaat's a good chap.

>>382002

We will answer questions about our nature once you are safe. For now, think of us as minimum intervention meddlers. We can suggest a course of action, nothing more.

Examine the cockpit controls. Steady the steering stick thing. Notice the nearby island the only land amid a calm blue sea. Currently none of us know a flipping thing about landing a plane safely. Previous advice re-broadcast for the benefit of Mr. Johansen.

>>378122
>>378461
>>378708

tl;dr reduce throttle to slow down, but pause when nose starts to dip, put both levers in center console to the same position, deploy "flaps" when close to the surface, locate life jackets, pray you don't stall.

Apparently you are all Alan. Do people always freak out when they meet someone who shares their name? Or are you lot just terrified out of your worthless minds?

Alan, Alan. Alan, Alan.
Introductions over, time got get on with the not-dying-in-a-horrible-plane-crash-ing.

SaL 2012/01/26(Thu)17:35 No. 382446 ID: e24416
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“WHOAH man, calm down there! No need to freak out,” A. Smith exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air in front of him. “You want to be Alan? You got it! I’ll just be John Doe or whatever. Now what we need to do is just NOT PANIC...”

> We can hear what you're thinking.
AJ: Preposterous.

> Worry about names later. The plane isn't exactly the best place to worry about someone sharing a rather common first name.
“Yes, alright.” Johansen says, sounding a bit irritated. He tucks the gun into his belt on the side opposite the machete. “Quit that babbling; we’ll get out of this.”

SaL 2012/01/26(Thu)17:46 No. 382456 ID: e24416
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> Examine the cockpit controls. Steady the steering stick thing. Notice the nearby island the only land amid a calm blue sea. Currently none of us know a flipping thing about landing a plane safely. Previous advice re-broadcast for the benefit of Mr. Johansen.
“Okay,” says Johansen, taking the other seat. “I’ll take over the flying from here. You just try to get the radio working now.”

“Rrright. You see, though, I’ve been having issues with that whole ‘radio’ thing. See, this thing that LOOKS like a radio up here is actually probably some weird kind of tape player.” Smith sticks a finger into the tape holder to prove his point. “But I’m not done checking the rest of the dashboard, so there might be something there. Oh yeah and that ‘Alart’ thing hasn’t said anything about the fuel or the cargo since you voicey doo-dads left. Now it’s just stuck on some weird computer shit. Ah, look, the screen’s coming up again.”

A. Johansen holds up a hand to silence him. “I’ve got to focus now. Just do what you can. If you can’t get it in a few minutes just start looking for life vests. It looks like we’re still several minutes away from the island, but I’m going to start taking us down now, just in case the engine shits out. Fuel levels are low, but I estimate we could get about half an hour off it based on what these gauges are telling me. But I’ve never flown something this large before, so I’m really not sure.” He grabs onto the controls and tilts them slightly. The plane lurches a bit before sliding into a shallow decline.

SaL 2012/01/26(Thu)17:46 No. 382457 ID: e24416
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Elsewhere on the plane, another man is finally awoken by the turbulence.






It is dark.

Flail.

Feel around. Get an idea of your surroundings.

Feel your crotch. Make sure you're really a man.

PUSH BUTTAN

SaL 2012/01/26(Thu)23:34 No. 382554 ID: e24416
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> Feel around. Get an idea of your surroundings.

I appear to be in a box. Wood, from the feel of it. The crate is hardly large enough to hold me, and the earth seems to be moving somewhat. I do believe I may be on a ship.

> Feel your crotch. Make sure you're really a man.

Not necessary. I've been drugged, but I'm not that disoriented.

> PUSH BUTTAN

The man cautiously pushes against the lid of the box. It rises without resistance.

SaL 2012/01/26(Thu)23:39 No. 382555 ID: e24416
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The man stands up and steps out of the now-open crate to reveal that he is in a small, dark room. The only light comes from a tiny blue LED in one corner. There are several odd windows along two walls, but they have been completely blacked out, perhaps with paint.

The only objects of note not shown in the above image are the open crate the man stepped out of and one additional crate behind him.

READ AIRCONDITIONING

SaL 2012/01/27(Fri)00:27 No. 382564 ID: e24416
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> READ AIRCONDITIONING

I assume you mean the object that's lit up. It's a safe.

Open the other crates if you can. There might be other people!

>>382564
I wonder if the code is around somewhere. Checking the other boxes might get you somewhere. I'd also check to see if there's anything past the boards blocking further progress- knock on it to find that out- or if it's solid.

THIS IS BORING I mean, look for a way to open the other crate.

Are you accustomed to voices in your head?
Because you're the first person we've met on this plane to use proper thought-speak instead of just answering out loud.

Anyway, you should search for something to pry that door open.

AMANDA NO

SaL 2012/02/10(Fri)15:44 No. 385652 ID: b3c09b
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>Are you accustomed to voices in your head?
No, can’t say that I am. But I have seen my fair share of strange things in my life, and I’ve always found it better to just roll with the punches rather than stop to wonder why they were thrown.

> Open the other crates if you can. There might be other people!
He opens the large box laying diagonally on another two.
Ah, it’s my belongings.
Inside is:
EAGLE HEAD WALKING STICK
HAT
HIP FLASK
MOBILE PHONE
NOTE
SUNGLASSES
FLASH LIGHT

All 3 of the remaining boxes have their lids loosely nailed shut, but they should be easy to open with the right leverage.

SaL 2012/02/10(Fri)15:47 No. 385654 ID: b3c09b
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He equips everything (except for the sunglasses; that would just be silly) and reads the note.

Mr. Gunn –

As much as I hate to intervene, I understand that you are in a bit of a time crunch. Allow me to provide you with a set of clues.

I recommend that you take the “safe” way out. Unfortunately, the code to your salvation is not located in this room.
To escape this, you must rely on the collective consciousness to which you now play host. They can alart you to things that you yourself cannot see.
Your concerns right now are "binary" - first, escape this room. Second, try to land the plane safely. I apologize for the shoddy state of affairs, but this whole thing had to be set up rather quickly.

Now hurry.
-W


Hm. Curious.

The code is
01010011011000010110011001100101
You're welcome.

>>385662
Yes, punch this in and it should unlock.

Also, I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that your first name is Alan?

>>385654
>>385654
>They can alart you to things that you yourself cannot see.
>alart
Whoever this bastard is, he's the one behind the plane and everything else, too!

Landing first. Don't forget to inspect the crates after you've put down though.

>>385662
My my, so confident that this twelve button keypad only needs the two buttons. Without any effort at checking your work, maybe the code is 1398892133?

>>387071
he said "binary"

Binary means composed of two pieces or two parts
>"binary" - first, escape this room. Second, try to land the plane safely
That being said, it can't hurt to try to punch in that code.

Yes, he said binary. But giving a clue is not the same as telling us the format of the solution. Just trying to keep minds open. The ten digit number I listed is the decimal equivalent of that 32 bit key.