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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Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[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.