62- Lava Bees

Dane: [GM] The airship begins to turn as it comes into docking position. As the ship spins you can see the bulk of Port Caldo: it's pretty much just a muddy little jungle town with a wooden stockade around it. There are a few modern Imperial buildings but the rest is local construction and even the modern buildings are dirtied up and hosting vines. This is very much a colonial town. The ground crew winches the ship up to a mooring mast and connects a bridge to it. Time to disembark.
Kyle: [Bailey Hunt] Bailey, being so close to the door the whole time, hustles out quickly. "Time tah git some fresh air."
Soo: [Kali dVostog] Kali gently pokes Mari with her shoulder and gets up. "I think I'll have to sleep standing up for a few days to balance this long trip out!"
Dane: [GM] As you walk out onto the passenger bridge you're immediately assaulted with the combination of heat and humidity that pervades the region.
Joe: [GR-210] "Damn weather. This is just another hick town like Colton, only in reverse. Hey maybe giant insects from extra-dimensional portals will eat this one too!"
Dane: [Danielle] Danielle just walks quietly behind GR, her neck muscle tensing as he talks in a sort of nervous twitch. "If that's what master would like to happen, I wish it too..."
Kyle: [OOC] Really, REALLY wish we left her home.
Ian: [Mari Shasho] Mari gets up and walks behind the group, holding her head. "I think I need me some solid ground..."
Dane: [GM] Is everyone on the bridge now?
Soo:[OOC] Dammit. Even I know to be concerned when a GM asks for everyone's location like that.
Kyle: [OOC] Aww, our little proto-RPGer is learning!
Ian: [OOC] "Okay guys, NOW THE BRIDGE IS MADE OUT OF LAVA!"
Soo: [OOC] Or BEES!
Kyle: [OOC] Or LAVA BEES!
Joe: [OOC] Or HISTORY'S MOST PROLIFIC SERIAL KILLERS STITCHED TOGETHER HUMAN CENTIPEDE-STYLE AND ARMED WITH KNIVES AND DISGUISED AS A BRIDGE!
Ian: [OOC] ...
Joe: [OOC] What? Fine, lava bees in hats. GOOFY HATS.
Dane: [GM] Ugg fine. I'm rolling for what's about to happen...
Dane: [GM] As you are all halfway across the bridge, a huge explosion rips through the airship! Flaming torrents of gas shoot out at every direction and the world seems to darken relative to the massive fireball that's just engulfed the whole airship. People begin to run and scream in all directions and the bridge buckles as the airship heads for the ground! Bailey, GR, Danielle and Kali make it to the safety of the mooring mast but Mari begins to fall to the ground several stories below!
Joe: [OOC] I never said GR-210 ran to safety!
Dane: [GM] I'm perfectly happy to let you fall to your death too.
Joe: [OOC] No way! I passed the roll!
Dane: [GM] Then shut up!
Soo: [OOC] Crap. Is there anything we can do? Dramatically reach to catch her?
Kyle: [OOC] Or throw Danielle down in the hopes she lands first and breaks her fall?
Dane: [GM] It's a small space, so I'm going to let only one of you attempt it.
Soo: [OOC] Bailey's all dexterous as a gunslinger and has two limbs, so I'm going to pass on this.
Kyle: [OOC] But isn't Mari Kali's sorta-we-haven't-really-made-it-overt-yet girlfriend? Wouldn't that make her more ICly likely to jump at it?
Soo: [OOC] Except 1) I actually have a fairly piddly dexterity score and 2) even if I caught her, Kali's only got one arm, what's she going to hold to stop herself? 
Ian: [OOC] It's a good thing logic is a free action or I'd be dead by now.
Kyle: [OOC] Fair point. Bailey Hunt Friend Grabbing Powers go!
Joe: [OOC] That sounds less like a skill and more like a means to sexual harassment lawsuits.
[Kyle] ROLLS. [GM] RECEIVES RESULTS.
Dane: [GM] Bailey dives down to reach for Mari but misses her by a fraction. Mari continues to fall toward the ground!
Soo: [OOC] Oh that's right. I forgot the other factor in my logic: dice hate you.
Kyle: [OOC] They don't hate me, we parted ways as mutual friends!
Ian: [OOC] And thanks to that, Mari's about to part ways with her spine.
Joe: [OOC] To be fair, saying "I need some solid ground" while high above solid ground is less tempting fate and more mooning fate and slapping your bumcheeks at her.