fandomhigh | BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

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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"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."

"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!

"No danger so far," Gert said. One thing she'd learned over the past few weeks with the runaways was that it was pointless to promise any kind of safety to anyone, no matter how nice they looked. "Yeah, I'm new. I guess you are too?"

"Entirely." Karina looked a bit rueful. "Karina Lyle. You?"

A beat. Was she supposed to ask the dinosaur's name?

"And what's your dinosaur's name?"

Because otherwise Karina was going to be reduced to calling her Miss Dino or something equally ridiculous in her head.

"Gert Yorkes and Old Lace." She'd given up on the insistence on being called Arsenic by now, partly for dramatic reasons: if she was going to be stuck in school, there was no point claiming to be free of the restrictions of the adults in her life, was there? "Where're you from?"

"Sternbild City?" She thought about adding Silver Stage, but that seemed a bit much like bragging when most of the populace lived in Bronze. "You?"

"L.A.," Gert replied, raising an eyebrow at the city name she didn't recognize. Must be in the Midwest somewhere. "That a long flight?"

"Not really," Karina said, shrugging again. "Pretty short, maybe a bit over an hour in the air?"

"Not bad," Gert said. "Mine would've been four and a half if they hadn't spent almost two hours doing extra security checks. Ugh."

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