fandomhigh | BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

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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Rosalind's look said about as much as Denise's words.

On the other hand, the girl was excited for school. Rosalind had to admit she approved of that.

She still didn't think it deserved yelling about. "Quietly, please."

More of an order than a request, mind. That was just how Rosalind rolled.

"What's wrong? It's not like I'm as loud as some filthy no-good filthy filthy viking," Dandelion looking bewildered. "Because they're filthy. And Norse. Did I mention no-good?"

...

"...Vikings?"

Rosalind had absolutely no clue what the girl was on and was tempted to check the pamphlet again to see what it said about crazy people. Who made no sense in response to simple requests.

"Vikings," Dandelion said with a gruff tone. "The scourge of the earth. Their pillagers and just plain mean and have no business being anywhere."

"I... see," Rosalind replied. "Are you out to stop them then?"

Because that was easier than trying to figure out if the girl was telling the truth or not.

"What? How can I do that? I'm just a girl!" Dandelion said rolling her eyes as if it were the silliest question in the world. "In fact I'm Dandelion Naizen. And in no way a viking."

In fact if you looked at her t-shirt it said it right there. "Not a Viking".

(No matter what the icon says)

A glance at the girl's shirt got a small quirk of lips from her.

"You don't think much before you speak do you?"

Clearly Rosalind was one to talk.

"And I'm Rosalind."

"Please to meet you Rosalind!" Daddelion said offering her hand for what would no doubt be a very enthusiastic hand pumping handshake. "And... What were you saying about the thing with the thinking?"

"You're very forthright," she temporized, wincing a bit as she reached to take the hand.

"I'm also a guitar player and lead singer of the greatest band that ever was," She said happily pumping the handshake with vigor and excitement. "And a spy for the secret government agency I work for."

Yes. Extremely secret.

Oh yes, very secret.

"If it's secret... shouldn't you not be talking about it?"

"I should never talk about it," she said nodding emphatically. "That's why I never mention it to anyone. Especially total strangers."

Um. Yeeeeeeah.

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