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BWI - Portalocity Lounge [Friday Morning]

Chloe got off her flight from New York and followed the signs to the lounge. She dumped the duffle bag of clothes that Andrew had hastily purchased on the floor and slumped into one of the uncomfortable airport chairs.

She was still against this plan but she realized on the flight that sulking wouldn't make it any better so she was going to put on a brave face and make the most of it.

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Tybalt wasn't exactly in the mood for mingling. Tybalt was in the mood for standing on the outskirts of the lounge, his lip curled back in a distasteful sneer, wondering just what he'd done to deserve a punishment like this one.

... Aside from the obvious.

If anyone did care to mingle with him, he would be the one in the fancy vest, pulling expensive import cigars from his pocket and then striking a match. Airport smoking laws, his ass.

Layla made a quiet polite coughing noise in her throat and pointed at the non-smoking sign.

"It's a federal law not to smoke in an airport," she said sweetly.

Tybalt's eyebrow quirked upward at that, and he took a moment to regard the girl with the same passive disdain as one might have for a beggar on the streets. Well. That was a very inconvenient law.

"Law, is it?" He made his way to the sign, stopping near it and leaning forward slightly as though he was actually bothering to make a note of the thing. "In that case, I must offer my most profound apologies. I must have failed to see the sign."

He then proceeded to stub his cigar out on the sign. See? Problem solved.

"Apology accepted," Layla said cheerfully. "I would have hated for you to have been detained by airport security. It would have no doubt ended badly for you."

"No doubt," Tybalt agreed, albeit somewhat warily. Airport security probably would have had a heyday with the guns that he had packed, as well. The laws of Verona were decidedly different from most other places, in that regard. "Thou art quite the thoughtful one. I suppose I should be thanking thee for the reminder, as well?"

"If you would like," Layla said politely and offered her hand. "I'm Layla Miller. I know stuff."

Tybalt was now looking at her hand as though it was entirely possible that it was going to jump up and bite him. Most people didn't tend to remain so... So irritatingly chipper when faced with his attitude, really. This was something of a new experience for him.

After a moment, he shrugged one shoulder, put what was left of his cigar back into his jacket pocket, and accepted her hand for a shake. She had saved him from airport security. He had to grant her that much.

"'Tis with... pleasure, good lady, that I make thine acquaintance on this fine morn. I am Tybalt, and a Capulet." A pause, while he took her greeting into consideration. "And I hesitate to ask what it is that thou feels so compelled to announce thy knowledge of."

"Well I know stuff of course!" Layla replied with a grin. "Which part confused you? The knowing? The Stuff? Or do you have issues with personal pronouns?"

Not staring. Making a point not to stare. Must. Not. Stare.

Tybalt was staring. Bitch was crazy.

"Stuff."

Yes, he was kind of stuck on that point.

"Well you know," Layla said with a casual shrug, and definitely enjoying his reaction. "Stuff-stuff."

"Stuff. Stuff." There was a kind of bland note, there, while Tybalt worked his head around that. "One cannot exactly say that statement narrows down the options."

Nope. There was a lot of stuff out there, really.

"Well for instance I know it's probably not a good idea to bring a loaded weapon into an airport after 9/11," Layla replied. "But hey, it's you're butt they'll strip search. Not mine."

"After what?"

Tybalt was from 1996. It was still probably not a great idea to bring a loaded weapon into an airport, but--

... Wait.

He leaned forward as the realization dawned upon him, hissing under his breath as he spoke.

"And what dost thou know of my Rapier, girl?"

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The signs had said NO SMOKING, but signs were usually just suggestions, and that man over there didn't seem to care much about them.

Elena nodded her head to him once, pulling out a cigarette.

"Spare a light?"

Tybalt nodded, took a moment to leer at the lovely lady who had approached him, and then flicked her his matchbook.

Matches were more fun than lighters. There was a certain amount of posing that one could do while striking a match, after all.

"I can, and good morrow. Though I appear to lack the good fortune of knowing thy name, miss."

"Elena," she offered, leaning over to light her cigarette from his match. She had a lighter, but she was going to be social. Especially with attractive boys. "Is everyone in this lounge going to the school?"

Seemed a fair question.

Well, then it was only fair that he offer an answer, wasn't it?

"I believe that would be a sound assumption for thee to make, yes. I've not heard otherwise, though I must admit to not paying such careful attention as I might. Thou art on thy way there as well, then?"

"I am," Elena said, eying him and weighing things in her mind. "I imagine I sound as though I'm speaking strangely, to you."

Either that, or the boy had his own peculiar affectations to his speech, regardless of what everyone else around him sounded like. She knew people like that, after all.

"I must admit, thy speech dost strike me as... odd."

'Yes' would have been simpler to say.

"Where dost thou hail from? I've not heard many who talk in that particular tongue."

Well, not until today, when suddenly everyone ever was using it.

"Midgar," she said carefully. Reno had said no one would jump at the name of ShinRa, but she still didn't like saying it too loudly. "It's a long way away from here. Do you remember those other dimensions they mentioned in the pamphlet?"

"I was shown no pamphlet," Tybalt noted, "nor have I heard of thine home, Midgar. I was merely informed that Fandom and the schooling therein would be my fate."

Which meant that he was kind of looking at her oddly at the mention of other dimensions, yes.

Oooooh. Bad luck on his end. Elena wondered if he'd been sent here against his will, but decided not to ask.

"It's complicated," she allowed. "Most things about this school are, from what I've heard."

"I might ask, then, what else thou hast heard of this school?"

Tybalt could handle complicated. It was walking blindly into boarding school that made him want to kick things.

"It's unusual," Elena said, noncommittally. "Not all that dangerous, but it's eccentric. Why, what have you heard?"

She knew more than that, but she wasn't so much a Rookie that she'd run her mouth for no good reason, any more.

"Not a thing, save that the island is known as Fandom, and the school the same," Tybalt replied, scowling faintly. Was it clear that he didn't want to be headed there?