fandomhigh | BWI Airport | Portalocity Lounge

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!event: newbie shuttle

BWI Airport | Portalocity Lounge | Saturday Morning

Madison was not pleased when she pushed open the door to the lounge with the Fandom High sign on the door. Like it wasn't bad enough that she had to deal with being dead, now Ron decided to send her to some lame summer camp so Kairos and Nakita couldn't find her.

She slumped in one of the chairs near the door. There was a black suitcase decorated with stickers sitting next to her and a dirty yellow and black backpack at her feet. Her eyes were glued to the door in search of any danger that might be incoming - in the form of dark reapers or new classmates.

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Seriously? Who found a waiting room fascinating?

"Uh, yeah, this is the waiting room if you're waiting for the shuttle to Fandom High," Madison said, eying the guy's puffy sleeved shirt. She kind of dug the color combo if not the style.

Someone who'd never even heard of electrical lights, except perhaps in a completely situational way to perhaps inadvertently create them to solve some sort of puzzle.

"Then I have found the right place," said Alexander, nodding with a clear bit of pride that he had successfully navigated the airport. He gave another moment to look the place over before turning his attention to the young lady, determined not to immediately pass any judgment regarding her strange looks and clothing.

"Allow me to introduce myself," he offered. "I am Prince Alexander of Daventry. And who might you be, fair lady, if I may be so bold to ask?"

As he scrambled to pick up his scattered luggage, Wesley inadvertently stumbled over this new person's foot. "Ah - terribly sorry," he blurted out.

Gritting his teeth slightly in the attempted to be good natured about a trompled toe (to be fair, his boots were of the finest quality, which worked as a good defense against such things), Alexander turned it into the best smile he could manage. "Not at all, not at all!" he insisted, and then went to help with what he assumed belonged to the foot stumbler. "Here, allow me to assist you."

"Oh,thank you," Wesley gushed. He gathered up his belongings and began shoving them into his bags. "Sorry," he babbled again.

"No need to apologize at all, sincerely!" Alexander insisted. And he meant it, figuring he meant the helping with the stuff, because, really, Alexander didn't mind that at all. In fact, he seemed exceedingly good at picking up other people's things. He smiled warmly, though tentatively. "You seem a little nervous. I feel a little nervous myself."

Zipping the last of his bags, Wes blushed and confessed, "Well, yes." Doing a double-take, he asked tentatively, "And are you as well?" That other girl had seemed so confident that he was hoping at least one incoming Fandom student would be at least a little uneasy.

Alexander nodded, with a sheepish sort of smile. "I am," he admitted. "It's not being away from home, or even being in a different land, but I'm...not so used to being around so many of my peers."

He found, however, that it was easy to open up about that fact to someone who seemed as though he might be quite sympathetic to the feeling.

"Quite," Wesley agreed, cracking a smile. "I - ah. I used to go to a boarding school, but since then I've been, ah, out of practice, socially. I'm afraid it's not one of my particular skills." He tried not to think too much about the social disaster that was his time in Sunnydale, or the rumors of a "thank-god-he's-leaving" party taking place at the Watchers' Academy this weekend.

"I know the feeling," muttered Alexander, a bit wryly. Needless to say, being enslaved by a psychotic tyrant of a magician for the majority of your youth tended to stunt your social growth a little. Still, Alexander had since been taught about courtly manners, and, just then, his lessons came to smack him in the face.

Well, he smacked himself in the face, anyway. His palm hit his forehead. "Oh, and where are my manners? I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? I'm Alexander. Err....Prince Alexander, of Daventry." A hand went out. "A pleasure to meet you."

"Wesley Wyndam-Pryce," said Wes, shaking Alexander's hand. "You as well." So not only was this boy nervous, but he also had the very same courtly manners that had been drilled into Wesley as a child. Clearly Daventry, wherever it was, had similar characteristics to England. Not that Wesley was a prince, or anything. He did his best to maintain nonchalance.

"If you don't mind my asking, where is Daventry?" Wesley asked, hoping the other boy wouldn't be offended.

"Err." Alexander seemed a bit stuck for a moment.

"Well," he ventured cautiously, "it's a bit hard to say. It's very far away from this land, or so I'm told, and the relation to it is a bit...fuzzy..."

He knew it wasn't a very satisfactory answer, but geography always seemed optional where he was from.

"Oh," Wesley replied. Not the most clever of answers, granted. Well, he had no desire to infringe on this boy's privacy, knowing all too well the feeling of having overly curious people ask the wrong sorts of questions. He decided to steer the topic in a new direction. “What are you hoping to study here at Fandom?”

"Nothing in particular," Alexander admitted. "Mother wants me to become more socialized, and she feels I can do that better here than at home. How about yourself, Wesley? Do you hope to explore any particular field of interest?"

Prince, huh? Madison would have probably been more likely to call him a queen with the way he was dressed.

"Madison Avery," she replied. "And what country are you the prince of?"

Didn't he say it? He usually said it. Alexander rather liked to say it.

"Daventry," he said with a proud sort of smile. "It's quite a long ways away from here, I gather. From which land do you hail, Lady Avery."

Then there was a small, slightly horrified pause at what came out of his mouth, for which he quickly tried to recover. "Err, I mean, that is. May I call you Avery?"

Madison's eyebrows furrowed and she tried to remember if she had ever seen Daventry on a map. Not like she was a geography whiz.

"I've lived in Florida and Pennsylvania," she said. "And call me Madison."

"Madison," Alexander repeated it, as if testing it out, and he smiled, as if finding it good.

"Madison it is, then! And you can call me Alexander. I can't say I've ever heard of Florida and Pennsylvania. Are they very interesting lands?"

"I guess," Madison said. "I loved living in the Florida Keys. The beach is awesome. What's Daventry like?"

"Oh," Alexander instantly gained a warm, fond smile, "it's a small kingdom, but such a nice one. Very peaceful and beautiful, with great rivers and lakes, thick forests and meadows of cheerful wildflowers. I fear I will miss it greatly, but I am sure that Fandom Island will be equally pleasant, don't you think?"

"Oh, yeah, totally sure," Madison agreed, her tone tinged with sarcasm she was pretty sure the prince would miss. "Why else would you leave your peaceful and beautiful kingdom to come here?"

Not entirely, but Alexander was willing to put it aside. Especially since his own sarcastic, slightly sheepish smile was sneaking onto his face.

"Because my mother made me?" he offered.

Well, that got her to smirk. "What did you do to deserve that?"

My, what a lovely shade of red you were turning, Alexander!

"Um, well," he struggled to know how to answer that, "it's...complicated."

Madison's smirk turned into a full-out smile. "Sounds like it was something fun."

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