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Newbie Shuttle, Portalocity Terminal, BWI {Saturday Morning Fandom Time}

Miriam didn't much care if anyone saw that she was being dropped off at the terminal by the Baltimore Five-O, but she did roll her eyes at Officer Jackass for muttering something about dumping out the trash when he opened the back seat door so she could slide out. For a moment she was tempted to touch him to see if he had a nice painful death, but instead it was Officer Friendly sticking his hand into hers and slipping her several $20 bills and telling her this was her chance to turn her life around, don't mess it up, blah blah blah.

"Flying sucks," she said casually. She'd gotten good at not letting it show when she saw someone's death flash in her mind. "Next time you want a vacation, you should drive cross-country. It's a lot more relaxing. Trust me." He gave her a confused look and shrugged, then patted her on the shoulder one last time before climbing back into the police car.

The first thing she dug out of her messenger bag were her gloves even though it was way too fucking hot for them. There was no way in hell she was going to tell the cops just why she wanted them on or they'd toss her in the loony bin. The second thing was her cigarettes she could suck down some sweet nicotine before trying to find the waiting area for the shuttle to this boarding school. The glittery "Fandom High" sign made that easy enough. She claimed a seat and chewed on a thumbnail as she looked around to see who else was heading to this place. She gave it three days before she snuck out and hit the road again.

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New students, new teachers, anyone getting to Fandom from the Portalocity terminal, get your pre-ride hanging out here.

Oh, look, the shuttle's here. Please wait for the driver to ping in!

I stole the OCD from

ultron_junior, who stole it from

nonelikemesince, and I am also not even sorry.

Come drive the Fandom High Shuttle, they said. It'll be fun, they said!

Yeah, well, when Samus Aran though shuttle, she thought of something just a little bit sleeker and bigger and fit for space than...a bus. She felt way overdressed for this hunk of metal. To say she was disappointed was an understatement, but she could at least hold back her bitter hopes and not comment to the group as a whole that the feeling she felt now could very well be reflective of their time on the island.

Instead, she did a quick scan around the waiting room, letting her visor do the head counting for her, and then she lifted her gun arm in what should be construed as a friendly wave/attention getter. Believe me, if she had any intention of using it, you would know.

"Last call," she said, taking advantage of the helmet to amplify her voice so everyone could hear her, "shuttle bus to Fandom Island. Please board in an orderly fashion, find your seat, and remain seated for the duration of the drive. It's not a long one, so that shouldn't be difficult."

She waved the arm in a vague gesture that could be construed as welcoming/herding cats.

Stannis Baratheon, first of his name, was quite convinced that this odd place contained some of the strangest wheelhouses he had ever seen. And he did not much approve of them, either. His mood was not the best to begin with; that they should send him off to some unknown land for fostering this late in his life was both absurd and an insult. And now he discovers that they would not even be taking ships, but rather these unfortunate, cumbersome things. The castle was on an island. They should be taking ships. Stannis liked ships...

...He did not like these wheelhouses. He did not like this place. So he was mostly standing there, glowering in his Baratheon finest with his sigil (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m65jjg4H6b1rzoll9o1_500.jpg) embroidered into the black and gold. His fists were tight at his side and, if you listened closely, you could hear the gentle whisper of grinding teeth.

Evan really didn't have much to drag around. A couple of days' notice meant that he really didn't have any time to pack, but that was fine, considering he didn't really have anything to pack in the first place. There was a bag slung over his shoulder with some clothing in it, and he'd gotten permission from Headmistress Pryde to bring the book he'd been reading along with him, just so long as it was still in decent condition by the time he returned to the Jean Grey School.

... Considering the state of affairs at the Jean Grey School, Evan suspected that it would probably be safer here with him than it could possibly be back there, tucked away in the library.

In any case, he'd found a seat in the lounge, and was contemplating actually getting around and introducing himself to people, or maybe just pulling out his book and reading, some more. Introductions at his last school hadn't gone so well, so doing the former was going to take some working up the nerve.

Miriam looked up from worrying a particularly bothersome hangnail and did a doubletake at the guy in the medieval costume. "I think you're in the wrong place, your majesty," she said. "This is for Satan's Reform School for Wayward Girls. The Ren Faire's around the corner."

Okay, so someone had gotten carried away with the blue lipstick. But Miriam didn't judge - she'd abused makeup from time to time herself. With the pale skin she figured it was some new emo goth shit the kids were doing.

"Pretzel?" she said, waving the bag she'd gotten out of a vending machine at him.

Stannis frowned at the young woman with the odd, corpse-like make-up, wondering where in the Seven Kingdoms it would ever be fashionable to go about looking like a bloody White Walker.

"I am not a king," he informed her.

Food just so happened to be an excellent way to coerce a young mutant into being less wary and more social. Or, at least, this particular one. Evan gave Miriam a little smile, some of his awkwardness being tabled for the time being, as he nodded and inched a little closer.

"I'd love one, thanks. Are you headed to Fandom High, too?"

Look, maybe this airport just had random people offering pretzels to kids waiting under glittery signs, okay? It could totally happen.

"Prince, duke, knight, bishop, pawn, whatever," Miriam said, with a dismissive wave. "Nice outfit. All you need is a couple of coconuts to bang together."

"That or juvie," Miriam said, holding out the bag. With her gloves on she wasn't worried about skin to skin contact. The kid was kind of cute in a weird way and she didn't want to see his head explode or something. It brought down the mood.

"Hopefully not juvie," Evan decided, reaching in and helping himself to... one pretzel. She'd offered one! He wasn't going to take more than was offered, that wasn't how his parents had raised him! "As far as I can tell, I haven't actually broken any laws, so that would be a kind of rotten place to end up, you know?"

A beat.

"... We're not headed to juvie, are we?"

No, Evan.

"You speak very strangely," Stannis told the young woman, just so she was clear on exactly why his face might look so bewildered, deep furrows plowed into his forehead by his frown. "I have no titles, as of yet. I am Stannis Baratheon, of the House Baratheon, from Storm's End. Who are you?"

That got a snicker out of Miriam. "No, that was my choice. This school or juvie. I went for door number two because I'd look like a cheap Halloween decoration in an orange jumpsuit. Figured it for some sort of reform school but if you haven't been a bad boy, how'd you end up heading there?"

"I haven't done anything wrong, but that doesn't mean I'm not a handful," Evan sighed, eyeing his pretzel a moment longer before finally eating it. "I was having some trouble with the other students, and my other school was... kind of understaffed. So they gave me the option to go somewhere else until things blew over."

He fidgeted for a moment, and then rummaged through his bag to pull out the brochure that Professor Guthrie had handed to him.

"I thought it was summer camp," he admitted. "Um... do you mind if I ask what you did?"

Evan was feeling a little bolder after a few minutes spent with nobody pointing at him and freaking out or anything, so he figured maybe he'd try to make nice with somebody else who looked about as out of place as he did.

"Hi," he said, scooting closer to the boy who looked kind of like he was headed to the island straight from a renaissance faire or something. "You're heading to summer camp, too?"

"Miriam Black, of the House Black, from some shithole you've never heard of. Let me guess. You're one of those LARP geeks?" And way too serious about staying in character.

"Got busted trying to walk out of a liquor store with a bottle of Jack down my pants," Miriam shrugged. Sort of. She'd seen the guy behind the counter get shot up in a robbery and waited until the two assholes who'd killed him had taken off with the money in the register, then she'd waltzed in to help herself to some booze and cigarettes. Hey, waste not, want not, right? Only the police had arrived before she'd gotten out. The security camera footage clearly proved she'd come in after the shooting, but with a prior shoplifting record she'd ended in more than a little bit of trouble herself.

Well. Stannis certainly hoped no one expected him to adapt to the style around here, because, from what he had seen so far, he had absolutely no intention of doing so. His fists, as well as his jaw, tightened a little bit as he looked the other young man over.

"No," he said tersely, "I am on my way to Fandom Island, where I am to be fostered with the intention of discovering what my lot in life shall be."

A frown made his brows sink. "Summer...camp?" he asked, and even Stannis Baratheon managed to look a little wistful and curious at the promise of summer. Everyone (except perhaps the Starks in Winterfell) said it was coming... "Are you from these lands? Is it summer already here?"

"I have not heard of that House," said Stannis, who continued to look slightly more disturbed by the conversation as it continued, "and I am also not aware of this Larpgeek you speak of. Is this something native to these strange lands?"

Evan wrinkled his nose a little at that. Yeah, it really wasn't the sort of trouble he could see himself getting in. Much.

"I helped a bunch of my classmates break into a casino once," he offered, in an attempt at solidarity. "Their security team hurt our Headmaster, and we weren't going to stand for that."

Well, that, and with Logan's skeleton twisted up in horrible ways, they'd kind of needed to get something in order to help put him back together, uh, right.

"I'm from Kansas," Evan replied with a shrug, "but I was going to school pretty close to here, and it was still summer there. I don't see why it would be any different on Fandom Island."

A beat.

"Where they're having summer camp."

He'd pull out the brochure for you! Evan was kind of bursting at the seams with helpful intent!

"Dude, you are hardcore!" Miriam snickered, almost impressed by how he was staying in character. "So, yay verily, what bringeth thou to our fair airport? Thou art a long wayeth frometh hometh."

No, she wasn't making it any easier for poor Stannis.

"Kansas," Stannis repeated, frowning to himself some more as he made a mental note to procure a map of these lands as soon as he could. Nothing sounded even the least bit familiar, and he should like to have a good feel about the place where he would be learning, though he felt a twist in his gut. Was he hopeless to the point that he had been sent off to No Man's Lands, so far removed from the Seven Kingdoms that people did not even speak their names?

"It is winter where I am from, Westeros." Surely, the young man knew of Westeros! "And it has been for a long time, though there is much talk of an approaching summer. I am Stannis Baratheon, of the House Baratheon, from Storm's End. I have never heard of your Kansas."

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