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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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for mingling and meeting your fellow newbies while waiting for the shuttle!

for meeting the bus driver & chaperone and embarking on the exciting bus trip to Fandom!

for naked icons and/or bitching about lack of LJ notifications!

-- also note, I am at work on SP until 6pm and then AFK until about 6:30-7 going home.

Wesley had traveled by Portal a number of times in the past, to various Watchers' Council events at which his father had demanded his presence, but it remained among his all-time least favorite ways to travel. One could never tell that by looking at him, of course - it had been drilled into him from an early age that a proper Watcher was to maintain decorum and a non-hostile manner at all times.

When he landed, briefcase in hand, at the Portalocity Lounge, he spotted another teenager and thought it would be as good a time as any to begin making a first impression. Only stumbling a little bit under the weight of his bags, he crossed the room rapidly and thrust out his hand to the girl in front of him. "Wesley Wyndam-Pryce," he introduced himself, smiling warmly. It was then that he fully buckled under the weight of his bags and fell. He awkwardly got to his feet and stuck his hand out again. "Are you also on your way to Fandom High?"

Madison bit her lip to keep from bursting into laughter when he fell. "Yeah," she said, giving his hand a quick shake, remembering Barnaby's instructions to try to be friendly. "Madison Avery."

Oh, and what a bus driver he was! Aquaman had enjoyed the brief week off where he could go home to spend time under the sea with his wife and son, but now it was back to the officious duty of an illustrious Fandom High teacher! And to drive the newest batch of intrepid young Fandom High students to their new school!

The doors of the shuttle went whoosh.

"Salutations and greetings, children!" Aquaman, in all his broad shouldered, green tighted glory, offered by way of introduction. "Welcome aboard the welcome shuttle to the one and only Fandom High! Come aboard, have a seat, don't crowd and please remain seated for the duration of the trip! It won't be long, and we want you all to arrive safe and sound! If you have any questions, please direct them at our courageous chaperone, Captain Price! Together, we shall lead you to a guaranteed outrageous academic and enriching experience! Any questions? Luggage in the compartments under the bus! No need to crowd, there's plenty of room and we wouldn't dream of leaving without anyone! By Neptune's beard, so many fresh new faces and friends!"

He was beaming before he started the speech; now, he was positively glowing with teacherly pride and excitement over the fact that he got to drive the bus! He couldn't wait to tell Mera about it.

"A pleasure to meet you," he said, pumping her hand vigorously. "I think this school will be a fine institution of learning, don't you?" He didn't say that he was only there because his father couldn't get him physically farther from England and the Wyndam-Pryce reputation without sending him to a third-world country.

Price himself had been, well, let's just say you didn't survive a road trip with Aquaman by being annoyed at his boisterous charms. He had stepped out, ready to help the students with stowing the luggage. He was dressed not in uniform, but plain clothes. The fact you could easily add a kevlar vest and night vision goggles and he'd be ready for covert ops was just a coincidence. Really.

"As he said, I'm Captain Price. And questions, feel free to speak up now. I promise to answer them in an orderly fashion, assuming you give them in one," he said. He smiled. "Now then, who wants to load up first, eh?"

Try as he might, Alexander couldn't help feeling a little nervous about this. It wasn't really the portals and the traveling to strange lands that did it; he was somewhat well-verse in that sort of thing as of late. But it was merely all the people and the slightly intimidating factor of being surrounded by peers. That was something that might take some getting use to, especially if they all tended to be like his sister. Zounds! But this place was something else, wasn't it? Feeling positively bogged down by his two suitcases and small rucksack, Alexander, dressed in his best puffy sleeved yellow-and-green striped jerkin with his favourite blue and yellow scarves, stopped in the lobby to wait for the shuttle and tried his best not to look around in wonder.

"What a fascinating place!" he couldn't help remarking aloud. "And this just a waiting room, at that!"

Madison stared. A lot.

There was a man wearing tights driving the bus.

Ron had sent her to an insane asylum. That was clearly the only answer.

"It's summer camp," Madison said, the disdain obvious in her tone. "I think it's probably going to be a lot of popsicle stick arts and crafts and singing Kumbaya."

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.

"Is the guy in the tights really qualified to drive a bus?" Madison asked quietly.

Because one fatal car crash was more than enough for her.

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?"

Wesley barely controlled a flinch, and forced a friendly smile. "Yes. Well. Quite," he stammered. Trying to match the girl's cool demeanor, he set his luggage on the ground and, disregarding his father's repeated insistence that no harm was to come to the fine leather, sat down on the bag - and promptly toppled over. Well, blast.

"Do you want to see the license?" Price assumed, not having actually asked the man himself. And yes, he'd heard the question.

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

"Are you okay?" Madison asked. If he didn't seem so uptight, she would suspect he was drunk with the way he kept falling over.

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?"

"Oh - yes, thank you," he replied tightly. Good lord, did he have to be quite so incompetent all the time? Surely this girl must think him an idiot now, and he couldn't blame her. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"Nah, I'll take your word for it," Madison said. This guy at least looked normal.

Madison didn't think he was an idiot so much as that he was trying too hard to impress. It was something she recognized having gone through it herself.

"The chairs aren't too bad," she offered mildly.

He took the hint, settling into a chair opposite Madison and staring at his luggage morosely. This was even worse than Sunnydale. Now he was in disgrace, disowned from his family and clumsy to boot.

"So, Wesley, where are you from?" Madison asked. He was cute in an endearing sort of way.

This was not Borogravia. Nor was it Überwald, nor Genua, nor was it even Klatchistan. This place was a cow* of a different color all together.

But Maladicta was nothing if not able to adapt to changes. She had her black ribbon,a good hat to keep out the sun and one of her brother's suits that she had not yet gotten around to returning. No spare socks, unfortunately. She'd have to make due.

She managed to not so much sidle as slink over to where the small group of people who also seemed a bit out of place stood and leaned against the wall to wait for whatever was to come. Vampires were exceedingly good at waiting, after all.

*Now that cows were no longer an abomination, that is.

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