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

[ultron_junior]

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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Re: Wait for the Shuttle! [5/04]

[crapatnetball.livejournal.com]

It was a bit odd, waiting for a bus when you were a dead person. Thelma Bates had been through a small multitude of unexpected and odd things in the past year or so. Becoming a ghost was one of them, of course. Dealing with being a ghost, however, was becoming old hat. But the prospect of attending school again, that was odd. Then again, she was still rather attached to this mortal coil, and it sure as hell beat going up to the great beyond to play a harp and sing hosannas or whatever you did up in Heaven.

It wasn't as if she had any possessions to bring with her, admittedly. So instead, she was sitting there with a bag of crisps, or potato chips as they called them in America, waiting for this bus to the school. She didn't quite expect anyone to see her.

Then again, for those who couldn't, there was a bag of potato chips slowly emptying itself. That was possibly an odd sight.