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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"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.

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

Also: What.

Would it help if Old Lace leaned over to inspect you, Charley? Because she seemed to have an interest in, um, that.

"What, you aren't super psyched for today?" Gert asked, her voice dripping sarcasm as she eyed his expression. "I'm just so... pumped."

She was no such thing.

"Yeah, I can tell," Charley replied, edging away from the... dinosaur. Look, vampires he could handle. Dinosaurs were a little too Jurassic Park for him.

Duly noted; Gert shot a telepathic thought Old Lace's way and Old Lace came right back to sit on the seat beside her. Tsk. He was probably a cat person. Or someone else anti-dinosaur. "Where're you from?"

Whoever could be anti-dinosaur?

"Uh, just outside Vegas."

Well... cats, probably. Cats were pretty mean.

"L.A.," Gert returned. (They totally had velociraptors in L.A., Charley. Didn't you know?) Then, when other comments didn't immediately spring to mind, she just went the way of every modern teenager and simply said, "Cool."

They so did not. He was pretty sure they just had coked out celebrities there.

"Cool," he agreed, still eyeing Old Lace warily.

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