[center][h2]Javal[/h2][/center]

As the oft-repeated saying went, if you can walk away from a landing, it's a good landing.  This was not going to be a good landing.  Probably not going to be a survivable landing either.  Up until right before it hit the side of the hill, he wasn't thinking about his likely imminent death- he was pulling on the yoke trying to regain control of the small single-engined plane, in hopes of at least making a serviceable emergency landing.  It was not to be, though.

He just hoped it'd be fast- the prospect of being badly injured and slowly bleeding out in terrible agony in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness wasn't particularly appealing.

Then, just as it hit the ground, he awoke.  He didn't feel like every bone in his body was broken, so his first though was that it was just a bad dream.  As he stirred, however, he realized that this was not his mattress, and why did he feel fully clothed?  Had he fallen asleep without even taking off his cold weather attire?  Was this perhaps just a continuation of a dream?

The pilot opened his eyes and saw that this was not his room.  He sat up, confused, and even moreso when seeing the strange attire on his body.  This was not his clothing, and whatever was on his head was neither his hat nor his headset.  His first impulse was to pinch himself.  To his bewilderment, unlike every dream he ever had, he felt pain.

What was going on?  How did he end up in this cabin?

He took a closer look at the outfit he had.  From the look of it, it was...armor of some kind.  He removed whatever was on his head and took a look at it.  A helmet, from the look of it.  Looking at the shape, of it, and of the armor covering him, it almost looked...a dragoon cosplay?

Just how did he get here?  And who put him in this outfit?

Thinking that he might be able to make use for it as a cup or perhaps a crude tool, he put it back on his head and stood up.  What could explain this?  Who could have brought him here, put him in this outfit?  Had that plane crash been real?  Had he died and gone to some manner of afterlife?

Beneath the armor, his body felt somehow different than he remembered it.  Perhaps it would be prudent to remove his armor, see why he felt so different.  For now, perhaps he could see his reflection on the window.

As he got a good look at out the window, it was clear that this was not Alaska, nor was it heaven.  Skeletal bodies, medieval weapons- just what was this?

Just then, before he could get a decent look at his reflection, the pilot was startled by a girl's scream from another room.  As he tentatively approached, he could hear another woman's voice speaking.  The sources of the voices were a white-haired young woman and...an elf?

Between that, the scene outside, and the armor on him, it appear that wherever he was had a theme that he'd ordinarily associate with "fantasy".

"Who are you two?" he asked.  "Just what is going on here?"

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