Here's one we haven't done in a while: the first line prompt.
I provide the first line, then everyone runs with it in whatever direction they like.
Here it is: The surrounding area was enveloped in steam as the machine creaked and hissed its way into the air.
Scheduled post, yadda yadda yadda. You know the drill by now.
The surrounding area was enveloped in steam as the machine creaked and hissed its way into the air. Captain Nigel and his co-pilot Victoria exchanged terse status reports in the cockpit, their eyes shifting from gauge to gauge. The map tacked to the wall behind them was covered with notes and a single, snaking line marked their journey south.
They would be making only two stops to refuel before they reached their destination, though exact locations would be determined by the strength of the headwinds they would encounter. If all went smoothly, their brief landings would be in remote, mostly uninhabited wildernesses, away from prying eyes.
If all wasn't agreeable to playing nice... well, that was why there were armed guards in the cargo hold.
"We've reached our planned travel height," Victoria announced.
"Locking in our course," Nigel said, turning the brass wheel gently to his left. "All readings look good. You ready for this?"
"No, but when has that ever stopped us?"
"Never," Nigel said with a twitch of his lips. "We stick to the plan for as long as we can, then we improvise. One way or another, we'll get there."
"I wish... oh, no. Already?"
"What is it?"
"Imperial airship at four o'clock. Looks like improvisation time has arrived early."