fandomhigh | Baltimore-Washington International Airport, Portalocity Port, Saturday Morning

Tony's first airplane ride wasn't as interesting than he'd hoped. It was rather like riding the bus, only with less space and more pretzels. Although "boring" was probably the way to go when it came to air travel.

He'd spent a bad half hour in Customs after his flight had landed. They'd pulled him from line and fingerprinted him and for a bit he was afraid he'd be barred from entering the US. But they apparently realized he was neither a drug dealer nor a terrorist and let him through.

He retrieved his oversized duffle from the baggage claim and followed the instructions on the crumpled printout of an email from the school. He took a quick detour to buy a horribly overpriced breakfast sandwich with his shiny new American money. (Dollar bills? What was wrong with coins?) He made a wrong turn on the way back, but he managed to orient himself and find his way to the Portalocity terminal.

A piece of paper tacked on the wall in one corner of the room said "Fandom High." Looked like he was in the right place. He sat down on a bench under the sign, duffle near his feet, and clutched his laptop case as if it might walk away. (It wouldn't, would it? Arra would've warned him if that was a possibility.) It seemed he was the first to arrive. Not surprising, since he'd taken the red eye out of Vancouver. Late-night flights made it easier to say goodbyes to vampire ex-boyfriends.

[Newbie airport shuttle! Open to all new students and teachers, no matter which world they're from. Posted early for great slowplay. ~~OCD coming.~~ We can has OCD!]

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"Of course I have." Myn answered. "Haven't you?"

Ben smiled. "It's where I grew up. Well, sort of. We spent a lot of time traveling, too."

"It's not a place I would want to live," Donos admitted. "I'm from Corellia, originally." For once, since arriving at this place, he didn't feel hesitant about saying that.

"It takes some getting used to," Ben admitted. "It's a lot of beings."

"I've noticed." Myn was thinking back to the fairly recent lower-level bar fight the Wraiths had been involved with. "It is an interesting place."

~~Ben wondered why Myn was suddenly a slice of tuna.~~ "I've heard it called less complimentary things," Ben said, grinning, "and agreed with most of them."

~~Tuna?~~ "It has good things and bad things. No place is perfect - and if it feels like it is, get out of there fast before it blows up." Myn wasn't bitter. At all.

~~The icon that showed up for your last ping. WTF, LJ, WTF~~

"Any place in particular?" Ben asked, picking up on the bitterness.

~~It shows up as the actual icon it should be, for me? Is Myn in a blue t-shirt...~~

Myn shook his head. "More like a state of mind. Sorry."

~~Weeeeird.~~

Ben nodded. "Been there." And sadly, the fourteen year old was telling the truth.

Very weird! *shakes fist at LJ*

It seemed like people in their universe often had to grow up quickly. Myn just nodded. "Yeah."

"New subject?" Ben said with a small smile. "Think there'll be anything to fly around here?"

"I hope so," Myn said fervently, also very much appreciating the topic change. "I don't want to be grounded for a year."

"And someplace to practice shooting would be nice, too," Ben mused. "Or is this going to be another thing that makes the rest of the students stare at us?"

"I was told there was a shooting range," Donos said. "Otherwise Commander Antilles wouldn't have requested I bring this." He gestured to the rifle case. "Have you gotten the strange look and edge away slowly reaction, yet?"

"Not the edging away, but definitely the looks," Ben admitted, then paused. "Commander Antilles? Wedge Antilles?"

There were a lot of Antilles. Maybe it was a different one.

"Yes. Wedge Antilles the leader of Wraith Squadron." Donos wasn't sure if he should be concerned by Ben's reaction. "Why?"

"Different time thing," Ben said. "For me, he retired as a general a while ago. He's still in touch with my dad, though. They've been friends since the first Death Star."

Retired? General? Donos boggled wordlessly at Ben until his brain could scramble back into action.

"Your dad?"

Busted.

"Luke Skywalker?" Ben said. "Bet you've heard of him."

Oh, the brain-hurty was strong with this one.

"Heard of him. Yeah." Myn ran a hand through his hair. "So...you're from the future?"

"Seems like it," Ben said casually. "Want to know sports scores? I could probably make you rich."

"I think I'd prefer to let that be unknown." He grinned sheepishly. "I'd feel like a cheater."

"Fair enough," Ben said, smiling back.

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