Jeff
The sudden oncoming gravitational force were nearly overwhelming. Bracing himself against the ceiling, Jeff was barely able to avoid slipping into unconsciousness.
Crap, if this thing stops soon we'll suffer quite the fall. Gotta get these guys back to their seats.
The man with the broken arm and the unconscious acrobat would be his first priority. Looking about the cabin, he remembered the straps affixing the cargo to the wall. If any of those straps were locked into the ceiling, there was a chance he could climb down. Inching slowly across the ceiling, he struggles to reach the nearby recruits...
Spoiler
Will edit depending on roll
Rolls forthcoming in the OC thread.
BOD Roll - (1d10+5)[13] vs 10