fandomhigh | BWI Airport, Portalocity Port, Saturday Morning

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!event: newbie shuttle

BWI Airport, Portalocity Port, Saturday Morning

Timing had worked in Bruce's favor this morning. After a long overnight flight from Japan, he was really early for the shuttle to Fandom. That was according to plan. This way he'd get to see how people came into the room marked "Fandom High," whether they were nervous, or excited, or annoyed at the very thought of having to go to school.

Those first impressions didn't necessarily mean anything, but Bruce felt they often gave a good insight into how his new classmates would react in a stressful situation. You never knew when that kind of thing might come in handy.

[OOC: OCD is ~~coming~~ up!]

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Kurt gave him a smile and a wave. "Guten Tag!"

Now there was a friendly kid, Warren noted. He nodded his greeting back, lifting a hand to return the wave with one of his own.

"And good day to you, too. Another student headed for Fandom High? It seems like that's what we're all here for."

... And here was here, in hindsight, he found himself hoping that this kid didn't only speak German.

"Anyone who's not is probably in the wrong room," Kurt pointed out with a smile. In fluent English, of course. "I'm Kurt. And I'm a little nervous."

"Warren," he replied, smiling faintly in turn. "Probably almost equally nervous. And now I've gone and admitted it, which means this whole boarding school thing will wind up being perfectly normal, making idiots out of the both of us, right?"

A guy could hope.

"The brochure makes it sound anything BUT normal," Kurt replied. "I kind of hope it isn't -- I'd be more nervous if it WAS."

"Afraid of not being able to fit in?" Because Warren wasn't speaking from personal experience or anything, here. Honest. "I think you're doing fine so far."

Unless he had a pair of wings stuffed under his shirt?

No, just a tail.

"I fit in great," Kurt lied. "No problems there! It's not that -- I'm just looking forward to things being fun."

Kurt was far better at hiding the tail, honestly. Warren never would have guessed.

"Well, maybe I can take some pointers from you, then." A pause. "Not that I have any troubles fitting in, either."

Of course.

Well, the long baggy shirt helped, but the hologram was doing most of the work. Kurt would never have guessed about the wings, either -- at least not until he finally recognized Warren, which might take a while yet.

"That's us," Kurt agreed. "Two perfectly normal individuals. I'll bet everyone else here is perfectly normal, too. COMPLETELY normal."

"Absolutely normal," Warren agreed. "Like... you know. Like normal kids. Who go to boarding school and all of that."

They could be terrible at being normal together.

"Couldn't be anyone more normal than the two of us, right?"

"Normal kids don't go to boarding school," Kurt pointed out. "But... ja, that is us -- absolutely normal!" He flashed Warren two thumbs up.

"Or possibly slightly abnormal." A pause. "But not really noticeably or anything."

He was going to give this thumbs-up gesture a try. It was a little on the awkward side.

"Well, EVERYONE is SLIGHTLY abnormal," Kurt agreed. "But it's not like we're MUTANTS or anything."

If Warren had been eating anything, he probably would have choked on it about then ~~much like the mun and her mouthful of peanuts ow ow ow~~. Fortunately, he wasn't, so the worst he had to suffer through was a slight widening of his eyes and a twitch of his wings, which were thankfully harnessed in good and tight.

"... Right. No, no mutants here. Powers and weird extra body parts and all of that? Naaah."

Kurt really needed to shut up when he was nervous. "Extra body parts, hah! Who ever heard of such a thing!"

Maybe a change of topics was in order.

"Uhhhh... so, nice weather we're having, huh? So far, Maryland looks a lot like New York."

Topic change, ahoy!

"You're from New York? I mean. You're from Germany, probably, right? But you've been to New York? I'm from there. New York. Not Germany. Obviously."

This conversation was going well.

"I'm from Bavaria," Kurt acknowledged. "But I've been going to school in New York, at the Xavier Institute. Where in New York are you from?"

Maybe namedropping would help the conversation go better?

Warren kind of froze, at that name. He'd briefly flirted with the idea of going to the Xavier Institute instead of coming here, but... Things had been going crazy the past few days, and it seemed as though now was a bad time to go to... Well. To the school that he'd heard was a safe place for mutants. That said, after the moment's hesitation, he seemed to relax a little.

"Long Island," he replied. "You know, I've heard the Xavier Institute offers... A pretty decent sort of education. For perfectly normal people." A pause. "Like... us?"

"Okay, maybe not totally normal," Kurt admitted.

"...Wait, Warren? From New York?" Kurt hadn't gone on that mission, but he HAD seen Cerebro's photograph. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "You're the Christmas angel, ja?!?! ...I thought you were older."

Christmas angel? Warren raised an eyebrow faintly. And then shrugged a little. Again. And actually managed to take a step or two away from the wall that he was backed up against.

"I'm not so sure about the Christmas part," he replied, though warily and whispering right back. "Or the older part. But the rest... Isn't so far off."

Kurt grinned and held out a hand that, if Warren shook it, would feel fuzzy and deformed.

"You can call me the Incredible Nightcrawler."

Warren blinked, and then shrugged it off and smiled, taking the boy's hand and shaking it.

"I'm liking the 'Incredible' part," he decided. And the fuzz was a little more comforting at the moment than he was about to let on. "It adds a nice ring to the rest of it."

"That's what I think, too!" Kurt smiled. "Everyone else just rolls their eyes, though."

He shrugged. "I guess I'm supposed to ask if you'd reconsider Scott's offer, but... we're both HERE, now, right? Good enough."

"Good enough," Warren agreed, with a weird sort of sideways glance.

He was fairly certain that he'd never met anyone by the name of Scott.

"Here is better than a few places I could be at the moment, really. So I'll take it."

Sure he had! Scott and Rogue were the people who'd invited him to the Institute! ...Right?

"Definitely better than being with Magneto or Mystique," Kurt agreed. "Don't worry, I've got your back."

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