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BWI Airport | Portalocity Lounge | Saturday Morning

Petra was so relieved to find the Portalocity lounge and a banner proclaiming 'Fandom High.' She was pretty sure that meant she was in the right place, even if she did seem to be the first one here, and it meant she could sit down and stop dragging her luggage (two large, new-looking suitcases and an extremely battered green leather overnight case with an Audrey Hepburn decal on top) all over the airport.

She picked out a chair with a good view of the door so she could see new arrivals and sat down with Holly Go-Overnightly in her lap, then pulled her phone out. All her friends were still asleep, no doubt, so texting was out, but surfing the web seemed like a good way to kill some time while she waited for other people to show up. She hoped she wasn't the only new student. That would be awkward.

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Without adult supervision!

The shuttle is here! And with it, the adult supervision!

My family is dragging me out of the house. I'll be back in an hour or two, but y'all have fun without me!

Edited 2011-08-26 21:42 (UTC)

When they had asked for volunteers - for the sake of actually doing something - of course Alistair had stood up and proclaimed his willingness to go do something, as long as it didn't involve getting eaten, or wearing women's underwear. (It didn't.)

He hadn't expected what the bus had been like. Or the driving.

In other words, one of their two supervisors (the one who wasn't going to drive) was a tall knight in heavy armor, bearing a large shield (on his back), a sword (also on his back) and a green complexion (on his face). He sounded a little shrill as he called, "Right, everyone strap yourselves in for a ride in this deadly contraption of--" He went greener. "...bags, anyone?"

He'd be sitting down and staring out the window now, thanks.

And then there was the other supervisor. The one doing the driving. Wearing sandals, a skirt, and a sash. Hey, he had his (admittedly fake) drivers license tucked in his waistband.

"It is not a deadly contraption. At least not if you drive it right," he introduced out the shuttle door as he sat in the driver's seat. "All aboard for Fandom High!"

He even pressed the horn twice for dramatic emphasis.

~~FIRST!~~

Getting to the Portalocity lounge was no trouble at all for Rosella; she had even already packed most of her things out of expectation that she'd be able to convince her parents to let her come to Fandom High. Sure, there wound up being about three large trunks worth of stuff, but that was nothing a good cart and some leverage couldn't cure! She did wonder how she was going to get everything loaded into the shuttle that Alexander had spoken of, but surely someone would help.

She tried not to bounce, really she did, but it was difficult. She didn't even have to put any effort into the radiant beam on her face as she looked around to get a good eyeful of her fellow students.

By the Heavens, it felt so good to be out of that castle! And she hadn't heard the word marriage in at least three hours. Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss!

"Wow," Petra said when she looked up from her phone and got a good look at the other girl's luggage. "You brought even more stuff than I did. Although I shipped my sewing machine and stuff, so I guess maybe it's about even." And her suitcases had modern conveniences like wheels.

She gave her a big smile and said, "Hi, I'm Petra."

Rosella was going to happily take the other girl's thoughts on her luggage as appraisal, meeting her with a very large grin and the smallest dips of a casual curtsey. "Princess Rosella," she offered in return, "of Daventry. And, yes, I would have hated to forget anything." Then she laughed. "I've no sewing machine, but...goodness, now that you mention it, I thinking I just may have left my embroidery kit at home. Isn't that just awful?"

Rosella did not sound in the least bit heartbroken.

"Is that a sword?" Petra asked. And then she started looking around for a bag or something. Sure, she'd just gotten off a plane, and she'd white-knuckled it the entire way (get back on the horse, her ass), but she hadn't thought to bring the motion sickness bags with her.

"...Royalty goes to this school?" But the tuition had been so low! Otherwise she would never have been able to afford it! Then again, Petra had never heard of Daventry, and unlike some beauty queens she knew how to find Iran on a map. Maybe it was one of those tiny European principalities, and was, like, broke or something. That would explain it? "I mean, it's very nice to meet you, your highness...do I need to curtsy or something? I'm sorry, it's just that I never met a princess before," she admitted. "But I have a sewing kit in my bag if you need it!"

"Ah," Rosella noted, thinking herself quite smart, "but then the question is whether or not you can drive it right."

Hey, Petra was not going to judge if a guy wanted to wear a skirt. This guy seemed kind of manic, though. "So you're the bus driver?" She guessed that was kind of obvious, but. She wanted to double check. Call her crazy.

"Oh, no!" Rosella's eyes went wide for a moment. "Please don't! Rosella is just fine; all those formalities and titles and bowing and curtseying and how-do-you-do's gets so tedious!"

Her grin went a little lopsided. "I think I only do it out of habit. And thank you for the offer, Petra; I intend to have use for a needle quite a bit, for all the scrapes I'm likely to get in my skirts! And I'm not entirely sure how much royalty attends Fandom High; I know my brother did before me, and now I'm quite pleased to attend, but, if I may say so, I hope there aren't many. I was hoping for quite the escape from all of that, to be perfectly honest."

An actual princess. Petra was just going to try, well. Not to feel like a frog. Although she was a beauty queen, she guessed that was something. "Okay, Rosella," she said. And now she was on a first-name basis with a princess, what? What was her life? "Oh, is it a tradition in your family? Going to this school, I mean."

Rosella quirked one of her eyebrows, in a vain attempt to keeping from quirking a grin at the gentleman's comments. "Oh, it couldn't be all that terribly and deadly, could it?"

Funny. Her tone almost seemed to suggest that she hoped it really was!

"Perhaps a new one," Rosella smiled, nodding with satisfaction to hear her name coming from someone who wasn't related to her or the stableboys who feared a thwap with a riding crop whenever they slipped into formalities. "It took quite a bit of convincing to get Mother to allow me to attend; she said I didn't need it as much as Alexander, which I suppose she's right, but he had ever so many good things to say about the school that I just had to go! Have you heard much about it yourself? What brings you to Fandom High?"

"This old thing?" Alistair asked, reaching out to poke at the hilt of the sword. "No, of course not. It's just a very big poking stick."

Thank you, Alistair.

"Oh, it is, terribly deadly," Alistair said. Though he was probably being sarcastic right there, dubious state of his stomach or not. "One of these things once maimed my grandmother."

Alistair had no idea who his grandmother was.

"Really?" Rosella was now looking upon the shuttle with a newfound respect and fascination, though her skepticism was still maintained. She would have liked to think that Alexander would have warned her if it were truly so deadly. After all, it's not like death was every that far away from grandmothers, anyway.

She then eyed the man carefully. "Deadly as a three-headed dragon deadly?" she ventured.

Alistair seemed to think that over for a minute. "Not that deadly," he decided, after a moment. "More like one-hurlock-clubbing-you-round-the-ears-while-you're-sleeping deadly. Love taps, really."

Hanna wasn't sure what to expect when she arrived at the lounge. She was still feeling a little bit emotional after giving her mother, who insisted on driving her to the airport, a big hug goodbye just a few moments before.

Now, she was standing in the lounge with her luggage and designer bag, looking around for anyone who might be possible classmates of hers. Hopefully, this wouldn't be too awkward.

"Are we there yet?" Alistair asked, at what he felt was a respectable amount of time into the drive.

It had been five minutes.

(He was also starting to wonder if his companion was perhaps an oversized dwarf.)

Did they maybe not hear about the Teen Dream fiasco in Daventry? That was kind of awesome, actually, except for the part where she guessed it meant Rosella still thought the Corporation was only mildly evil instead of totally. "I was in a plane crash, and I was stuck on a deserted island for six weeks," she said carefully, watching Rosella to see if any of this jogged a memory. "When I got home I found the brochure waiting for me, along with a whole lot of crazy. So it seemed like a good way to get away from all that, you know? So I really just know what was in the brochure."

Edited 2011-08-27 00:53 (UTC)

"Hi," Petra said with a little wave. "I'm Petra, and I'm guessing you're going to Fandom High, too?"

"Oh, okay, a poking stick," Petra said, humoring the guy. "Do you always wear costumes to greet the new kids?" That was kind of cool, actually.

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