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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Re: On the Way to Fandom

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

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.

Re: On the Way to Fandom

[sith_happened]

"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."

Re: On the Way to Fandom

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall shrugged. "Whatever."