BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

[hasthegirlballs.livejournal.com]

So everyone else had, like, dramatic backstories and reasons to show up here and stuff. Which was fine, you know, if you were emotionally in the zone enough to go to those kinda lengths. Denise had just been, you know, chilling with her dad last night watching some hockey guys really pound in on each other - no, seriously, really get into it. One of them broke a rib or something, which was kinda cool.

Then she'd been dropped off at the airport, gotten a ticket stuffed into her hands, and that was that. No reason to get all dramatic and touchy-feely about it.

And now it was Saturday morning and she was on the airport. Sitting around. Chugging water and listening to her discman while watching the kids down the hall, trying to figure out how they were gonna croak. Sure, there was some kind of shuttle supposed to show up, but it wasn't there yet. A girl had to keep herself busy.

She figured the dweebs starting to mill around the terminal were probably classmates or something. Lame.

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Waiting for the Shuttle

[hasthegirlballs.livejournal.com]

Before the driver arrives. As you do.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

Tim had his laptop case slung over his shoulder and a rolling suitcase by his side. He did not look all that thrilled to be there. "Hey," he said. "You here for Fandom High?"

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[hasthegirlballs.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Denise said, lifting her chin at him. It was kind of a greeting. "What are you in for, dead eyes?"

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[angelo_wings]

"I am, too," piped up a dark-haired girl sitting off to the side. "Do you think we all are? The crowd's the right age."

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Laptop?" Peter said, impressed. Hey, they weren't so commonplace in 1995. "I think I know who I need to make friends with."

For his own nefarious purposes.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

Somewhere on the crowd, there was a girl. Or, you know, she looked like a girl. Sitting on the floor, she looked like a bunch of multicolor cloth someone had decided to left there to it's own devices. Truth was, Delirium had arrived on her own terms, by her own awesomeness and two minutes earlier. She was also completely lost, actually. It had only taken her about five minutes to forget why was she there, or where was the place she was sitting now. What she was sure about was the influx of different degrees of insanity flowing around her. Some were pretty stable people, but others...she was certainly going to have fun around there.

...Maybe she should have brought Barnabas; he always knew what to do.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

'Dweeb' was not a word that had ever been applied to Rosalind.

The blonde in her crisp suit, with the equally smart black suitcase, gave the other girl a stiff nod as she found herself a place to... wait.

Rosalind wasn’t enthused about sitting down but her legs kindly informed her that travel through portal—which was a headache and a half all by itself; Tseng thought she would be safe in another universe?—and the ensuing walk was really quite enough for the moment.

Was she supposed to say hi? Rosalind sighed inaudibly and idly flipped through the pamphlet for the fourteenth time, while doing her very best to not look as awkward or tired as she felt.

Two days from a coma and back to high school. Sigh.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"Hello fellow campers!" Dandelion shouted as she skippity-skipped into lounge. "Break out the marshmellows and chocolate because pretty soon its going to be Kum-Ba-Yah time at the campfire! Except less Kum-Ba-Yah and more roasting of white blobs of sugar. Woo! Summer school!"

To emphasize her point, Dandelion pumped her fists in the air and let out another loud "Woo!"

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

The things Christian noticed as he got to the airport were these: First, it was a damn sight bigger than any train station he'd ever been in, and, second, fashions in America seemed to be far ... freer than those in London, in a way the American magazines he had seen had not lead him to anticipate. There were legs on display. Lots of legs.

He sat on his trunk and pulled out a book, reminding himself not to stare. Staring was hardly the way to seem a true Bohemian.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

If there was one thing that Peter Bishop was not entirely sure how he got talked into, it was summer camp. He didn't want to be in school at all, let alone some sad and pathetic summer version.

He'd just take off when he turned eighteen in the fall. That was the agreement, that was the plan.

So he stood there in the lounge, next to his suitcases, completely unaware of what he'd really gotten himself into. But he was keeping a careful watch on the other people around. After all, he needed to know if there were any potential partners in crime.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[mathletenomore.livejournal.com]

Lindsay wouldn't exactly refer to herself as a dweeb. She was more of a freak. There was a slight difference.

Reluctantly, she approached the group of teenagers she assumed were also waiting to go to this lame summer camp. She placed her suitcase on the ground and sorta waved awkwardly, not sure at all what to expect.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa Caraway Heartilly had run away from home at age 16 with only a duffel bag over her shoulder. Well, and a rolling suitcase or two. And some money, but the point was? She had left most of her stuff behind, before accumulating new stuff.

She really hated to do all of that over again, was all. So she had probably brought more than she strictly needed, but even Edea couldn't say how long she'd be here, so it was better to be prepared.

Squall was being all manly-man and insisting on carrying most of it, and she'd gotten tired quickly of fighting him about it, so she'd put Angelo on a leash and let him fight with the suitcases.

She was not exactly sure why he needed to come all the way out to her new school before going back again, but he was probably just being protective again. Very sweet of him. She was not going to think about how much she'd miss him.

When she reached the lounge, she found a seat before unclipping Angelo from her leash -- she was too much of a good girl to go wandering off, thankfully, instead sitting by Rinoa's feet and staying alert.

She smiled at the others. They must be her new classmates-to-be! She waved at anyone who glanced, wondering who to approach first.

(all squall-modding done with permission! no, she doesn't realize he's staying, just yet. HELLO PEOPLES!)

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully sort of wanted to die. Which was not teen dramatics (thank you, don't talk to her right now, Mulder) but just a recognition that she was in yet another airport (she hated airports), waiting for a bus (hated buses), to take her somewhere they were going to make her camp. The last few times she camped did not work out at all... Poor Queequeg.

There was also the fear that she'd be outed as an impostor within seconds of opening her mouth, and then where would she be?

So she was keeping her mouth determinedly shut as she rolled her bags over to the shuttle area, and discreetly watching her fellow passengers for cues.

Or just looking confused and anxious. That worked too.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[dontvotemeout]

The last time Jason had been sent off to a school, things hadn't gone so well, so no matter what the brochure looked like, he was a little skeptical of how much fun this would be. As he went over to the other kids, he tried to subtly check them each out. They couldn't all be going to the same place, could they?

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[notagoose]

The shuttle ride hadn't been as bad as Goose had been expecting it to and he had even gotten an invite to stay with the Foxx family should he be back at BETA and Walsh was busy.

For now though there was a seven foot tall Supertrooper making his way through the crowd towards the area he was supposed to be, so far all he had received were the occasional odd looks but no one had started running screaming in the opposite direction as he approached...yet.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[notavalleygirl.livejournal.com]

To say Kitty was nervous was maaaaaybe putting it lightly. This was technically going to be her fourth new school in a year. And she was here because of massive discrimination at school. For something that had made the news. And for all she knew, people here had seen that, too.

Not that there was any reason to be nervous, of course.

She was trying to look cool about it, though, offering friendly little smiles in case that'd help her any.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[telekineticfury.livejournal.com]

Vance made his way over to the lounge with a couple of suitcases and took a look around. It wasn't quite a superpowered wrestling circuit or a mercenary training camp disguised as a circus, but there was still a certain level of excitement here. And, let's face it, Vance was kind of excited for the chance to catch up with school after the past few months.

He gave a friendly smile to anyone who was paying attention as he found an open seat in the lounge.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com]

Showing up somewhere via the teleporting of an over-sized dog wasn't really traveling incognito as they planned. So, after having Lockjaw bring them to the airport, they could join their fellow... humans and take this shuttle thing to the school.

It was noisy, far too crowded and smelled.

God help them. They needed to pretend to be just like these people.

Blackagar looked around, keeping a wary eye on anything that might have presented as a threat to their safety. And, maybe, just watching to watch. It was so different.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[nohaircutsplz]

Medusalith, her hair, and a ridiculous amount of luggage followed Blackagar into the waiting area and looked around at what were apparently to be her fellow students.

Moving all the luggage would be so much easier if she could use her hair in front of these people. If she didn't need to get along with them, she would so be working up to a good pout.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[aliceseesthings.livejournal.com]

Alice was entirely too cheerful-looking as she waited. She was well used to school by now -- after all, she'd only done it a couple dozen times -- but Fandom was definitely more than your average school.

Which meant it was perfect for someone like her. She'd made her goodbyes to Jasper, hopped the portal, and here she was.

She settled into a chair, purse plopped on the chair next to her.

On the Way to Fandom

[hasthegirlballs.livejournal.com]

Once the driver pings in!

Re: On the Way to Fandom

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Aaaand there was a Deadpool, hanging out by the bus. He kinda wanted to paint it all hippie like. Anakin would like that, right?

Damn his luxurious hair. Damn it!

Re: On the Way to Fandom

[sith_happened]

Anakin was not without hope of rock-paper-scissoring his way to driving like a bat out of hell the way home.

His cloak whirled around him as he glanced at the students and prayed silently not to recognize any faces.

OOC

[hasthegirlballs.livejournal.com]

This is half an hour early because my timezone is cooler than yours.

Re: OOC

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

I'm cool enough to have a timezone like yours, huzzah!