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Newbie Shuttle, Portalocity Terminal, BWI (Saturday Morning Fandom Time)

After everyone was done shouting at and/or hugging him to say goodbye – and there had been a lot of both –Victor Mancha had two choices in getting from Los Angeles to BWI. The first was taking a commercial flight, which would have been reassuringly normal.

The problem was that, even if he somehow got past the metal detectors, he suspected his circuitry might count as the kind of portable electronic device that wasn’t very takeoff-and-landing-friendly. He didn’t exactly have an easy off switch, and crashing a plane by mistake seemed like a big step towards super-villainhood.

Which meant he got to the Baltimore airport via portal. He’d never been through one before so he didn’t have much to go by, but it seemed like a nice portal: If nothing else, it smelled far better than Cloak’s ... cloak had. Victor was grateful to know that hadn’t been the state-of-the-art in teleporting.

And now he was on the East Coast other than New York for the first time. Once he’d exhausted the little potential for exploration the terminal had, he sat in a semi-comfortable airport chair, suitcase at his feet, and tried to break the Tetris high score on his phone while keeping watch for any other kids.

[OOC: Operation newbies: Go! I will be slow for a few hours after 5:30 EST, but otherwise around all night.]

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A flight attended wheeled a cart into the Portalocity terminal, unloaded a few pieces of luggage, and then backed out of the room very, very quickly.

"Hey! HEY COME BACK HERE! You SUCK at customer service!!!"

One of the items, a hard plastic pet carrier, started rocking and clattering noisily. "LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!"

There was a padlock on the door of the carrier that the cat inside was batting at ineffectively. Taped to the top of the carrier was an envelope that read "Combination inside -- DO NOT OPEN until you are ON Fandom Island".

Curiosity got the best of Karolina after a moment, and she wandered over to the pet carrier and crouched down to peer into it.

"... Are you a talking cat?"

Okay so it might ahve been a slightly stupid question, all things considered, but at least she didn't sounds too surprised? Since she was used to a telepathic dinosaur and everything.

It may have been a stupid question, sure, but it was also a stupid move. Bucky's breath was HORRIBLE.

"No, I am a YELLING cat!!! I've been stuck in this box for DAYS" -- no, not really; it had only been a few hours -- "and the dumbass stewardess didn't unlock me!!! Are you going to let me out, or do I have to get rough?!"

Karolina found herself flinching away. Both for the smell, and the shouting.

"I don't know," she said, trying not to stare too much. "The envelope says not to open it before the island."

"Envelopes lie. Fact. Why do you think postal workers go so crazy all the time?!"

Karolina looked like she was doubting him.

As you do, when talking to a cat who was talking back at you. "I still think I'm going to trust the envelope."

"Yeah, well I'm gonna trust YOUR FACE! Except I'm NOT!!!"

"Anybody want to mess with a talking whatever in a pet carrier?" Victor asked the group as a whole.

He himself was inclined to stay clear.

"You do NOT want to mess with me!!!" Bucky shouted at him, rattling the carrier some more. "I will SUE your backside so hard you won't know what side to pay me out of!!!!"

"... yeah, little dude, leaving you in there for the grown-ups," Victor said, with some concern in his tone. "Shout if you can't breathe."

"What, so you're gonna suffocate me, now? You want me to die in here? I'm already weak and starving from lack of food! Bucky Katt don't take this crud lying down!!!"

There was a brief pause, and a brief moment of self-awareness. "Well, I'll take it lying down for NOW, but only because there's not much headroom in here."

Victor wandered over and glanced through the window in the pet carrier. "How much do you weigh?"

There was a reason he was asking.

"You did NOT just call me fat!!!!!"

Bucky rattled the carrier some more, almost tipping it over.

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George couldn't help it, he was curious. The fact someone had very purposely put themselves at a great distance from this carrier, very fast, did not seem to bother him in the way it probably should, and he peered at the envelope, a little frown creasing his forehead.

"Hello?"

"Hello WHAT?!" Bucky demanded. "Hello, I'm here to apologize for the terrible service and let you out of your PRISON CELL?! Why, yes, thank you, I'd like that!"

He peered at George angrily through one of the air holes.

"The... sign, seems quite against that," he noted logically. The talking cat part was weird, yes, but his brother turned into a lynx, so this could be stranger. "And I don't actually work here."

"Well, good. If you don't work here, then you don't have to follow their rules. And THEREFORE, you can ignore the sign. You let me out, and there's a can of tuna in it for you."

Was there a rule about taking cans of tuna from strange talking cats? If there wasn't, there probably should be.

"I think we likely have to abide by their rules until we leave the premises." At least, it seemed as if that should be the case. "But once we are at the school..." Then he could totally help.

"What are you chicken?! You're a chicken-boy? Bwaaaack buck buck buck BWAAAACK!!!"

Sometimes, this urge to do risky things for the sheer fact that they were risky was probably not going to wind up in Fawn's favor one day, but there was a carrier and there was a cat's paw poking out of it and playing with the padlock and, for whatever reason, she was pretty sure the cat was talking. Or at least it sounded like it was talking. Or there was something inside that made it seem like the cat was talking, which was a prank that she couldn't decide was hilarious or mean.

She waited a moment until maybe no one would notice her getting up off her trunk and edging closer to the carrier for a better look.

"Hello?" she said, kneeling in front of it to peer inside at a safe distance. "Kitty?"

"Are you here to unlock this thing?" Bucky asked. "If not, you can bite me."

"But I couldn't bite you unless I unlocked the thing," Fawn pointed out. "Are you really a talking cat?"

"Are YOU really a talking monkey?" Bucky countered, angrily.

"No," Fawn informed the cranky talking cat. "I'm a talking human being. Monkeys are hairier."

"Uglier, too," Bucky agreed. "And tastier. It's settled, then: I'm not going to eat you."

Said the tiny little animal trapped in a box.

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