BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

[arsenicmauls]

Well. As it turned out, traveling across the country with a seven-foot dinosaur in tow was an experience very similar to hell on earth. Not only had Gert been checked by TSA agents roughly forty times throughout the journey, not to mention flight attendants on the plane itself, and not only had she incurred all kinds of additional pet fees (paid for by Captain America and whoever was paying him, but still), but she also had a seriously antsy velociraptor deionychus to deal with. Between that and the expected grouchiness from having been traveling all day, by the time Gert reached the Portalocity lounge in the airport where she was supposed to wait for the Fandom High shuttle, she was not in the best of moods.

The one good thing was that she at least didn't have very much luggage. She stuffed her single backpack under a chair and then flopped down in it, patting the seat beside her for Old Lace to follow suit. Now she just had to hope that whoever was driving this bus showed up punctually, because she was rapidly getting tired of this airport and was about ready to take a nap.

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Wait for the Shuttle

[arsenicmauls]

La la la!

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[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

Maddie still wasn't sure she was doing the right thing, but she'd made it this far, right? Might as well see what happened next. She found a seat a little away from people, wishing she'd brought something to kill the time, and watching the dinosaur.

Here was the problem with having a friend whose power was turning into a dinosaur: it took you a second to do a double take when you saw one in an airport. Oh-kay...

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[arsenicmauls]

Hopefully Maddie wasn't used to seeing her dinosaur friend get petted by a random purple-haired girl she'd never met, or things would get really weird.

Bored and disgruntled as she was, Gert nodded at the new girl. "Fandom High?"

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[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. You, too?" she asked. "I mean... both of you?"

And then she hoped that this wasn't like an Humberto situation and that she wasn't being rude by not talking directly to the dinosaur.

You try to work out social etiquette on this.

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[arsenicmauls]

"Me and Old Lace," Gert agreed, scratching behind the dinosaur's ear. "Me for the classes and her for the company." That probably wasn't entirely right, but close enough. She leaned toward Maddie's seat, extending a hand. "I'm Gert."

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[justbeingbay]

Bay texted as she walked from the gate where her flight from Kansas City had deposited her to the Portalocity terminal. Yeah, she knew, texting and walking was going to make her crash into somebody and give her a concussion or at least a latte all over her new sweater. But Emmett had texted her four times during her flight -- twice to send photos he'd taken, twice to ask how sure she was about the whole boarding school concept. And even if she still wasn't getting back together with the cheater, she couldn't just not answer.

boarding school is totally the right choice for maladjusted- she typed, then glanced over at the girl with purple hair and, more importantly, at the giant freaking dinosaur sitting next to her. (Okay, not so giant, but the number of live dinosaurs Bay had seen before was exactly zero, so this one seemed plenty big enough.)

She turned her phone off and stowed it in her pocket. Chats with certain overanxious friends could wait.

"Okay, did somebody spike my drink on the plane or is there a freaking dinosaur over there?"

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[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

"There's a giant freaking dinosaur," Maddie confirmed, confused but still way calmer about that than she probably should be.

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[justbeingbay]

Bay stood there for a moment, nodded slowly, then broke out in a grin.

"This may just be the coolest thing ever," she decided. "I mean, completely insane, sure, but -- a dinosaur. I'm down with that until it starts trying to eat me."

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[arsenicmauls]

Gert's resulting expression was somewhat long-suffering, as though this happened to her all the time. Weirdly, it actually didn't.

"Her name's Old Lace," she said. "She's a velociraptor."

Nope!

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[justbeingbay]

"How come you get to have a pet velociraptor?" Bay wanted to know. "I mean, it's cool and all, but I thought they were kind of ... extinct."

Was this something her parents had lied about?

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[talentforlying]

Because for some odd reason the Americans were hesitant to let John rent a car - what with him not having an American license or some such shit - he was just going to take the 'campus shuttle' rather than hire some Yank taxi driver.

And so he was going to ignore the large amounts of teenagers and 'no smoking' signs and light up. What did American airports have against a little smoke?

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[arsenicmauls]

There was a random adult smoking in the Fandom meeting spot. Alright then. Gert couldn't care less about the smoking part -- it was the adult part that caused her to raise an eyebrow.

"High school meeting area," Gert supplied, turning a finger in a circle to indicate the lounge. "For students."

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[talentforlying]

"'M a drop-out," John deadpanned. "Never finished me degree."

Which was totally true.

"What's the term? 'Non-traditional student' or some such shite?"

That was totally NOT true. He'd have rather let the First take his soul than go back to school as a student.

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[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Karina wasn't sure exactly how to feel. On one hand: no parents. On the other hand: freak school.

It left her feeling pretty conflicted.

The dinosaur got the side-eye. "...it doesn't eat people, right?"

She was not staying here if it did. No matter what Titan Industries said.

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[arsenicmauls]

"Not without permission," Gert said, deadpan enough that Karina could take it as a joke if she was so inclined. "And she's a she."

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[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," Karina said, shrugging. "Just a bit surprised. As long as she doesn't try and chomp me, we're good."

If vaguely wary.

"New student?" she asked. "Or old one, sent to haze the newbies?" With a dinosaur! It was a valid question!

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[nips-your-nose.livejournal.com]

Ever have one of those days where everything goes kind of sideways? Not badly, though Jack had had more than his fair share of days that had gone that way, too. No, just... weird.

That was Jack Frost's today. He'd had a blast running around and making it snow through the night, big, fluffy snowflakes dancing in Sandy's golden dust as people slept. And, just as he was about to fly off to find a place to rest, the wind had snatched him up and took him for a bit of a wild ride. He was looking, not that he was worried that anyone would see him, a bit like he'd been caught in a tornado by the time the wind had finally set him down outside of the airport.

... And then it had hit him in the back of the head with a pamphlet for some school. The same one that seemed to have signs posted here and there, guiding its new students to the lounge area. And, having nothing to lose?

Jack was making himself comfortable off to the side, perched on the armrest of one of the lounge chairs and curiously peering around the conglomeration of teens that were gathered to head off to this Fandom Island place. He probably would have wandered off, bored, but...

Was that a dinosaur?

"I think I need to see this place for myself."

[OOC: Sparknotes in case you didn't read his infopost (http://nips-your-nose.livejournal.com/706.html)- Jack Frost can only be seen by people who believe in Jack Frost. Feel free to walk by him or wave an arm through him, or have pets notice him or feel chills around him if you don't!]

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[arsenicmauls]

Gert's gaze didn't so much as touch the corner of the room where Jack was sitting; as far as she was concerned, there was nobody there. Old Lace, on the other hand, had been quietly taking notice of everyone in the lounge, and Jack was no exception. Her nose pointed upward as she sniffed the room, and as Gert absently scratched behind the dinosaur's ear, Old Lace looked around until she spotted Jack.

And then she sniffed once more in his direction, tilting her head quizzically as if to say Hello.

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[nips-your-nose.livejournal.com]

And, in reply to that, Jack had to tilt his head right back at the dinosaur and grin.

"Hey there," he said, really having no reason to feel silly about talking aloud to a dinosaur in a room full of people. Unlike the teenagers in the room, after all, the dinosaur was most likely to hear him. "Are you a friendly dinosaur?"

Considering the way she was cuddled up to that purple-haired girl, it seemed like a safe assumption. And so Jack was on his feet and making his way over to inspect Old Lace a little more closely. Because even beings of legend and myth didn't see prehistoric reptiles every day of the week.

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[dontcallmebuffy.livejournal.com]

Charley sighed, shouldering his bag as he looked around. You know, he really would have preferred to stay in Vegas, but noooo.

...though, at least the animatronic dinosaur thing was a good attempt at making him feel at home.

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[arsenicmauls]

"Fandom High, Gert Yorkes, Old Lace, and yes, she's real," Gert recited, spotting the new boy. "Bus is late."

Or she was early. She needed to get her watch fixed.

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[dontcallmebuffy.livejournal.com]

"Charley Brewster, nice to meet you, that's good to know."

Also: What.

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[justbeingbay]

"I was getting nervous I accidentally sent myself to a girl's school," Bay informed the new guy. "So ... good to see you."

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[dontcallmebuffy.livejournal.com]

"It's the short hair that gives it away, isn't it?" Charley asked.

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[reven8e.livejournal.com]

Emily had never really agreed to the whole travel thing, nope. She had agreed she needed to hone her skills, yes. She had agreed that Fandom looked like a good place to practice, with Takeda even calling it reasonably safe. She had agreed but she had genre implied it was a good idea to actually send her as a freaking students for two whole years. She could have been homeschooled! And she could play pretend with people without needing to go to some oddly named island that apparently wasn't even in the same universe of hers (what the hell was up with that anyway).

So she was not precisely enjoying herself, as expected. She had been enrolled and sent in short notice and left to manage the details of her identity by herself; no help would come from her "benefactors" this time around. She was excited, even though she knew she was way out of her depth.

Cue the girl with the dinasour. And the rest of...interesting looking people, to put it lightly, and Emily decided she might as well had kept on the pact of self-destruction and give herself an overdose, thank you very much.

So she was going to simpy inch away as if silently stating she was not with the same group. Too bad she was already looking a bit suspicious and her eyes kept drifting towards them.