fandomhigh | BWI Airport, Portalocity Port, Saturday Morning

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BWI Airport, Portalocity Port, Saturday Morning

Spirit's ride to the island had been settled and Adora was trying very hard not to be nervous while she waited for the Fandom transport to arrive. Looking out the airport window, Adora realized she'd never seen so many fleets of vehicles in all her life that weren't involved in some sort of insurrection, and found herself desperately hoping her mother was right about this Earth place being safe from the Horde.

Just the thought of her family calmed Adora and she instinctively reached to touch the Sword of Protection where it was hidden by her hair and clothing, feeling that no matter where she was, she always had a way to contact the people she loved.

Now if only she knew for sure that this room marked "Fandom High" was really where she needed to be. Adora paced the large space as she waited, thinking she couldn't possibly be the only new student journeying to campus in this manner.

[OOC: There is wee ocd ~~coming~~ ready!!]

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Priestly's parents had been kind enough not to send him over on the red-eye and get him a hotel room for the night so he'd be nice and "fresh" to face his first day at the boarding school they were hoping would "straighten him out".

He was just glad his mom hadn't insisted on packing for him, or coming with him to Maryland. She'd never have let him show up for his ride to the school sporting a blue mohawk, a kilt, and a black t-shirt reading "veggieburger = veggiemurder".

He wanted to make a good first impression.

He looked at the sign, then down at the paper his dad had given him with his travel itinerary and a few short words on his new school.

"Fandom High." He sighed, crumpled the paper, and looked around. "Great."

Adora looked at the boy and wondered what the strange words on his shirt meant.

"Yes! I have heard the school is great. I am Adora, you are also a new student?"

"Unfortunately." Priestly offered her a grin that belied his words. "I'm Priestly. And I haven't heard a damned thing about this school, except for the name."

"Were you not worried about the school suiting your needs?" Adora wondered, looking very concerned about Priestly.

"Uh." Priestly frowned a little at the way this girl spoke, then shrugged. "More like my parents decided the school fit their needs for me. Or something."

For all he knew, his dad had stuck a bunch of pamphlets for schools to the wall and threw darts at them.

"Oh." Adora could understand choosing something for the good of a larger group. "You must be very proud."

. . .

Proud? To be shipped off to boarding school because his parents didn't approve of his teenaged rebellion?

Actually. . . .

"Yeah. I guess I am."

Very glad to already be making new friends, Adora ginned at Priestly. "I wish I knew more about this new place. Are you from Earth?"

Strangely enough, that was not the first time Priestly had gotten that question. It was the first time the person asked it with no irony in their tone, whatsoever.

"Santa Cruz," he said. "You?"

"Etheria," she replied easily. "Everything is so different." Even the color of the trees and grass.

"Is that near Ethiopia?"

"I don't know where Ethiopia is," Adora frowned, sorry she couldn't answer his question. "But the portal from there to Eternia is very short!"

Priestly nodded slowly.

Maybe she was Eastern European.

"Well, welcome to America."

"Thank you," Adora smiled, so glad to be there. "It seems a wonderful place with lots of different people."

"They do call us 'the melting pot'."

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