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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"Have I been here before and forgotten it?" Squall asked. It was entirely possible, but he didn't think the Guardian Forces had ruined THAT much of his memory.

"This will sound odd," Anakin warned, "but different versions of the same person have been known to come to the island at different times. I've known two or three versions of some people."

"...Because of Time Compression," Squall filled in.

No, Time Compression didn't actually work like that, but that was okay, because he didn't really understand it. And neither did any of the people who played the frikking game. Square wasn't exactly known for making sense.

"...sure," Anakin said. "I always thought it was the island screwing with me, personally, but yours sounds more scientific."

It totally was! Because the world's top scientist -- who had the universe's silliest neckwear -- said so!

"The island..." Squall repeated.

(The island screws with you?)

His fingers twitched towards the latch on the case containing his gunblade.

"It's kind of something you have to experience," Anakin said, sounding almost sympathetic.

Well, for him. Which wasn't that sympathetic. "There will be food."

Squall shrugged. "Whatever."

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