fandomhigh | 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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George did not get stewardesses. He got two days travel by large flying lizard with Gaston. It was not a fair trade-off.

It felt like he'd dragged his trunk half-way around the airport and back, but finally, he found his way to the right terminal, and a... somewhat likely group. Though he was now even more sure than he had been that he needed to buy more Broken clothes.

He tucked his hands into his pockets and started checking out who he'd be stranded on a small island with.

"Hey," Frank said, offering a friendly wave. "You here for Fandom? I'm Frank."

"Yes, actually." George returned a small smile and nodded, resisting the urge to revert to Weird social etiquette. If he wanted to fit in, he probably shouldn't do that. "George. Are you new too?"

"First day," Frank confirmed. "I'm checking with everyone, 'cause this airport's huge and I definitely could've gotten lost and wound up in the totally wrong section and I wouldn't even be surprised. It's my first time in an airport. Except for the way here, I mean. Have you flown a lot before?"

"I uh..." By airplane? Never. George shook his head. "No this is my first time in a place like this," he admitted, glancing towards the planes outside the windows.

It wasn't a lie, exactly, and he'd been told that was the best way to play these things.

"I worried that may happen to me too. The... ending up in the wrong place. It must've taken me an hour to find everyone." It had not been a fun hour, either.

"Tell me about it," Frank echoed. "It'd be easier if we got uniforms so we could spot people, but apparently this school doesn't do that."

Much to his chagrin. Frank really liked uniforms, okay?

"But I think from here we're just taking a private bus, so at least that'll be easy enough," he offered.

George nodded some agreement, glancing about them again.

"Do most schools here have uniforms?" he wondered. His experience of Broken schooling ended at the age of ten, and he honestly didn't remember very much about it.

"My old one did," Frank offered. "I've never been to a public school before, though."

"I have, but they didn't push for uniformity." The fancy schools in the weird were a little unconventional. "They simply asked that you kept yourself smart, that was all."

"Where are you from?" he wasn't sure how he would answer that question himself, but that was a hurdle he would come to soon enough.

"New York," Frank answered, a little proudly. Even though his hometown of New Rochelle was a little lame. "How about you?"

"Ready to get to school?" Victor asked him, on one of his tours through the group. "Not that the airport's that bad, really..."

"I've never been in a more comfortable airport," George offered with a slight smile. That was mostly because this was his first airport experience. "But I think I am probably ready to move on to the end of this journey."

"Are you planning to settle in for the long term?"

Victor shook his head. "I'm not sure about where we're going, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to work in an airport hot dog stand for the rest of my life."

"I'm sure there's a lovey airport..." What in the heck was there in an airport again... "souvenir store?"

Was that preferable, Victor?

Victor made a face. "Yeah, I think I'll take my chances on the school. But I bet the news stand's hiring, if you're looking."

"Like you, I think I will take chances," George said, grinning. "I've never aspired to be a salesman." Nor did he think it would suit him.

"I'm George," he offered, along with a hand. His formality was showing already.

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