>>186687Much could be said about the interior of the aircraft, but a brief look inside shows the following:
The doorway entering into the plane shows signs of broken aluminum, where the door was ripped off by violence. In the fore of the aircraft and to the left, a broken windshield, a yoke propped up by a stick with pilot and copilot's seat in the cockpit. This is not the forward most part of the aircraft, as a hole infront of the two seats goes down into the glass nose of the aircraft, though exactly what is down there cannot be seen. Behind this, a radio operator's station, with a hole leading downwards into another crevice in the plane. Behind this, the flight engineer's lonely seat and a wall of instruments and valves, as well as the door where Posey entered. There is a small ladder going up to a glass dome in the roof. The floor is aluminum with a somewhat rough texture to allow for a decent grip even when wet, and the interior often shows a sort of aluminum rib cage, complete with holes to lighten the weight, like looking inside of the skeleton of a giant, aluminum bird. The paint scheme so strictly adhered to on the exterior is not abided by on the interior.
To the right is a wall with a small corridor in the center that runs through the bomb bay. This hollow belly of the beast is mostly empty, and extends down to the bottom of the aircraft, unlike the rooms before, where Posey was on a kind of "second floor." The little walkway is suspended through the middle of the bomb bay, with railings, but otherwise open to either side. At the bottom, both doors are open, with one door open, clearly crumpled, and hanging on by a hinge, and the other simply sheered off. Posey can see through to bare dirt. On either side are silvery railings. The lone occupant of the bomb bay is a torpedo, 21 feet in length and nearly two feet wide on the left side railing, at an awkward angle as if stuck. It is painted yellow at the head and aquamarine along the remainder, and looks rather heavy.
Past this, the plane opens up again to a room before the epenage containing two glass nacelles, one on either side, for gun turrets, behind this is a pair of open doorways with... Hello. That doesn't look like aluminum. That looks like hair. Blue hair, sticking out of what must be the left rear doorway. Like a tail.
Past this is a doorway leading into the empennage, presumably to a rear turret.
>>186689Brie can hear the sounds of the ocean-wind past his ears, almost obnoxiously. Off in the distance - the far distance - the sound of a wave crashing, and a seabird cawing, one of the few animal sounds heard on this oddly silent island. Above this, above all of this, is that ever present "eeeeeee" of tinitus. Brie doesn't recall having tinitus, at least not like this. It is paired with another sound that is equally obnoxious. A sound kind of like what is produced by a conch shell, or like being under water. Many sounds all at once that are muffled. But that isn't what Brie is interested in. He can hear his confederates call out for creatures. He can hear a "clop clop" of hooves against metal as Posey climbs, almost uncannily, into the aircraft.
But more importantly, that sound of hooves against a relatively soft ground. Heading away from the aircraft. To the left. Just past the wing, on this side of the aircraft. It would be easy to say that Brie cannot see it because of the fog, which would obscure any pony or creature at a distance. But that can't be. Brie can tell that the source of the sound is fairly close, and he's looking that direction, though admittedly a portion of the wing obscures it. Surely, whatever made that sound should be visible to him, and he isn't seeing it.
Inside of the aircraft and on the opposite side of the aircraft from where the party is, a tapping, a crumpling sound, and a sound of something hitting the ground.
>>186703oh noes!
Also there is an earlier reply to Virgin Flame