fandomhigh | BWI Airport | Portalocity Lounge | Saturday Morning

In most instances, no one would bat an eye at seeing a boy and his dog. In this instance, some people might actually run away screaming at the sight of this boy and this dog. Percy Jackson didn’t look all that intimidating on his own. He was average height, dark haired and carried a ball point pen in the pocket of his jeans.

Of course, the huge hellhound sitting behind Percy might have turned a few heads if not for the Mist. Thankfully, most mortals didn’t see Mrs. O’ Leary, Percy’s inherited hellhound sitting lazily in the BWI airport lounge (how the hellhound had fit, Percy didn’t know).

Percy himself didn’t look as relaxed as his dog. His eyes were jumping left to right, almost as if he expected something to attack him or for Luke to emerge from the crowd with that more smirk than smile look on his face.

This was about the fourteenth school Percy had been to since age twelve. He didn’t expect it to last. He wanted to be at Camp Half Blood. Instead, he was waiting in an airport lounge for a shuttle to cart him and his hellhound to a place called Fandom.

Percy frowned. He didn’t think this day could get worse.

[Open shuttle bus! Mrs. O’ Leary is a big ole hellhound that most mortals probably would not see because of something called the Mist. If you’re not exactly all the way mortal, you’d see her though. She’s not going to attack anyone, I promise.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Social niceties were not exactly his strong suit. "Oh! Right. Your name! Which is..." he trailed off, still trying to come up for an explanation as to why she was green. Perhaps she was planning to attend some sort of costume party? Or had just come from one?

"Elphaba," she introduced, adding her last name like punctuation with a "Thropp." She looked over, actually amazed he seemed to not just be playing along, waiting for a chance to mock her. "And yours?"

Mockery wasn't really a part of William's repitoire. Curiosity on the other hand, was, and it was only his own ineptitude with social graces that kept him from figuring out a polite way to inquire about her skin. "William Murdoch," he replied. "Elphaba, that's an unusual name," he commented, trying for a relatively safe smalltalk topic.

"I've not met another," Elphaba admiited. "Then again, there's hardly ever a name alike in all of Oz. There's so many possible names it seems like folly to ever repeat one."

"Oz," William echoed. "You're Australian, then?"

"What's an Australian?" Elphaba asked, tilting her head. She was slightly confused by the term. "I don't think I've ever heard it before."

"Someone from Australia, also sometimes referred to as 'Oz'," William explained. "If you're not from there, then what other Oz is there?"

"The only Oz there is or was," Elphaba said. "In the center of the world, surrounded by the great desert barriers? Surely you've heard of them."

"Much of Australia is desert, I've heard, but I would hardly call it the centre of the world."

"I've never heard it called Australia," Elphaba said, shaking her head. "I do apologize, but I don't follow what you're saying."

BWI Airport | Portalocity Lounge | Saturday Morning | August 28

Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]

Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]

Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]

Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]

Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]

Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]

Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]

Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]

Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]

Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]