Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191109013403/@comment-5543592-20191118191206

The hours rolled by. They could hear the roar of the jet engines through the metal walls of the aircraft, unmuffled. It made talking impossible.

Soon, they felt the aircraft pitch into a descent.

"We are nearing Pittsburgh." Deborah's voice was loud, just enough to be heard. "I am looking for a place to land.  It is, err, difficult."

They couldn't see it, but beneath them the Pitt spat smoke into the skies. The steel mills ran hot as the workers toiled, smelting and forging old scrap metals into something new. The shantytowns and high rises of the city climbed up, attempts to reach above the ruins and ugliness below. The sprawl out the Pitt was massive, seemingly one giant labyrinth of back alleys and collapsing structures. A back haze lingered over everything, and the further the plane sunk the more it seemed to consume the city. Liberated some thirteen years earlier, the city's crawl out of degeneracy was a slow one. The move from a slave driven, industrial economy into something new could not happen overnight.

The jet banked upwards, and they felt it strike something, then began to rapidly decelerate. "We are landing."

It slowed, traveling a bit further, before coming to a complete stop. "Please hold.  There are citizens approaching us."

There heard the sounds of something metal striking the hull. "And they are now throwing cans at us.  Oh my."

The jet had set down on old overpass, which happened to be where several wastelanders made their home.