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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"There's spaceships where you're from?" She couldn't help feeling a little envious. "I walked through what was called a portal. One moment... home and the next, not far from the airport."

Rosalind had absolutely no idea how Tseng had managed to arrange one but when it came to Tseng... there was little he couldn't arrange.

"Only a couple," Rinoa said, shaking her head. "In Esthar. Esthar doesn't like anybody else, so they keep all their technology a secret."

Esthar was probably more concerned about containing the crazy Sorceress running the place than being snobs.

"We took a portal, too. I wonder if the school sends them out?"

Edea might have done it ... except she had Edea's powers now. And she couldn't have done that herself, without realizing it. At least, she hoped not.

"That might explain it," she mused, nodding slightly. "And it solves the problems of last minute registration neatly."

Rosalind approved of that.

"I guess if you're sending portals, you don't have to worry about travel time," Rinoa mused. "Just finding places for everyone. Must be a big school."

"They could have an enrolment cap to keep it from getting out of hand. Who knows how many students they let in?"

Was there some sort of qualifications needed? A pre-test done at the school?

"Maybe they were short on admissions this year," Rinoa teased with a grin. "Said 'no' to the wrong ones and their 'yes'es didn't stay. So they snatched us up just to fill space."

She winced.

"I'd rather not be a fill in."

She had her pride here.

"There would be nothing you could do about it either way," Rinoa pointed out.

"It would annoy me less," she replied, not arguing about whether or not there'd be nothing she could do.

Rosalind knew that.

"Are you annoyed?" she asked, noting the word choice.

"I..." Rosalind paused and shook her head. "I would rather be home."

Being useful instead of being protected.

"This was a sudden change."

"I've had a lot of those lately," Rinoa admitted, with more honesty than she had intended. "I'll be happy if things calm down a little."

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