BWI Airport, Portalocity Port, Saturday Morning

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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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Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[one-who-goes.livejournal.com]

It seemed like everyone else in the lounge was less than half Henry's age, he noticed as he made it across the airport to the place where he'd been told to wait for his ride to Fandom. (He'd taken a train from Chicago, then a commuter bus from the D.C. train station to the airport, and now he was waiting for yet another bus. The steps he'd go through to avoid driving himself or flying had added about a day to his journey -- but he was too used to that kind of workaround to register much mental protest at it.)

He popped in his iPod earphones, queued up a Ramones track, and sat on his suitcase, feeling very old and hoping no one would mistake him for a stray parent unable to let go.