(OOC: I'll accept your silence as a yes then
There's a white spot
. Kali looked at the little black ball in her hands with irritation. One centimeter across, half of that in height (depending on how you were holding the ball, of course). Just a little white spot. A little. Fucking. White spot. She rolled the ball around in her hands. Judging by the texture of the spot, she'd say... East Asia, maybe somewhere around Russia. Her ticket was for Minneapolis.
Well, it looked like it was time to consult the list again. The ball went back into her pocket, and out came a small, innocuous little notepad. On the first page was a list, written in red felt pen and boldly entitled "THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DESTROY THE PLANET"
"Alright, looks like we can check off Munich." she muttered, crossing a fat red X through the entry labeled only "Oktoberfest". "North's already checked off... still gotta talk to George Lucas about those prequels. Damn. Looks like I'm going to have to move up the schedule a bit."
Move up the schedule was right. By all rights, she probably had twenty, maybe thirty days at the most. Earth days at that, not those ever so convenient month-long Heskofflor days. Not much time to finish the rest of the list. She might have to start prioritizing here.
Speaking of which,
she thought, eyeing entry number twenty-eight, I wonder where that flight attendant went...
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the same flight attendant walking out the door, his gait unnervingly flaccid. That... didn't look good. So that's how it's getting around so fast.
She sighed. Leave it to the infection to ruin a girl's fun. Well, whatever. Looks like she'd need to find some other way to occupy herself.
"Whiskey, please. I won't get drunk. I promise. Okay?" Odd. That sounded like it came from the seat behind her. She turned around, and foudn that indeed it had. From a young man by the looks of it. A rather good-looking
one at that.
Well that was easy. Armed with a problem that needed some fixing, Kali quickly regained her effervescent attitude. Looking to the stewardess, she called out, "I'll have what he's having!"