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The glittery enthusiasm of the 'Fandom High' banner strung across the wall was a little unexpected, but at least it confirmed Vider was where she was supposed to be, even if no one else appeared to be here yet. That part wasn't surprising, considering how early her flight had gotten in, but she seemed to be dealing with the earliness of the hour remarkably well. It might have had something to do with the fact that she was getting used to never getting quite enough sleep any more.

One of the trainers at the Hangadrottin War College had shoved a wad of unfamiliar money into her hand this morning, 'for the journey,' like she was going to some foreign country and not just the East coast. Still, she wasn't going to turn down money so she'd taken it without complaint and used some of it to buy a tea and pastry for breakfast, and once she picked out a seat by the wall where she could prop her spear case and sword up, she settled in to eat, picking the pastry apart into little shreds before putting them in her mouth.

So far this boarding school thing didn't seem so bad, although she was reserving final judgment until she'd actually seen the school.

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"Who are you talking to?" Raleigh didn't understand the need for needless exposition when he wasn't inside a giant, monster-fighting robot.

But as soon as he was in that robot, it was time to shout everything.

"No one in particular," Danny admitted easily, shrugging a shoulder and giving the other young man a charming, lopsided grin. "Just pumping myself up, man. Getting the mojo moving. That new school groooove."

Why, yes, those were little wavy groovy hand gestures in the air.

"I'm Danny, man," he added, turning a groovy hand into an offered hand. "Nice to meet ya."

"Raleigh," he replied, taking said hand for a totally manly shake. "You're excited about this?"

"Aren't you?" Danny asked, brows lifting in considerable surprise. "I mean, I'm totally shivved about this. I've never been to the twenty-first century before. It's going to be bah-hoooonk-eeeerrrs, in, like, the good way, not the bad way."

"Uh." What. "Right."

No, seriously, what.

Hmm. Raleigh didn't seemed too shivved about it after all, which made Danny frown thoughtfully for a little. He may have even rubbed his chin a little.

"I mean," he tried, "it much be pretty routine for you then, right? Just high school? No big deal?"

"Well, this is my first year of high school," Raleigh admitted to the crazy kid.

"That's good, then, right?" asked Danny. "You'll be all new and full of excitement and new lifelong memories."

"...it's high school." From how Yancy talked about it, there was way too much home work.

"Hmmm," Danny considered this point. "Point. But," he tried, "it's high school, the focal point of adolescent interaction for a good part of the beginning of this century."

You know, until the alien invasion Apocalypse that threw everything all whacky, but, you know, he probably shouldn't tell people about all of that stuff unless he wanted to fit himself into a new time pair of socks.

"These," he said, hand to his hard, "are our formidable years, Raleigh. Will we choose to make them truly shiv? This is where it all begins, our destinies. Our futures."

Our smooching on totally cute girls.

"Shiv?" Raleigh, how was that the only thing you got out of that speech?

"Yeah, you know," Danny waved a dismissive hand. "Shiv. Or not shiv. Shiv would be a real luscious lady wanting to smooch all over your face, while not shiv...would be some stupid hacker pack ragging on you real bad all the time, just because your nipples stuck out a little bit..."

Not that he was pulling the second example from any traumatic personal experiences or anything.

"...what." DANNY, YOU FRIGHTEN HIM SO.

Danny shook his head. "Now that," he said, "is a long story. Maybe I can explain it some time over a game of Goblintown sometime. Basically, though, shiv is good, not shiv is not good, it's going to be a few hundred years before it really comes into general colloquial speech."

"I'll keep that in mind over the next hundred years?" HE WOULD NOT.

"Cool, man," said Danny.

Then he arched an eyebrow, "Or should I say....shiv, man, totally hecka shiv."

Eh? Eh? See what he did there?

"Do you think the bus will come soon?" Raleigh asked desperately. Why was he the only sane one here?

Probably.

Danny shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. What time is it supposed to arrive? I have a feeling we all got here pretty early."

"Maybe they forgot about us?" AND THEY GOT TO GO HOME.

"They put all that effort into that awesome sign, just to forget about us?" asked Danny, gesturing. "No way. We'll get there, even if we have to commandeer a bus ourselves!"

He...kind wanted to commandeer a bus themselves now.

"That's illegal." Just so you know, Danny. "And I don't know if anyone here can drive."

"I can drive," Danny said, perhaps choosing not to address the illegal part. "I've already got my hover licence. I mean, that's for hovercrafts, but how much more difficult could a grounded vehicle be? I got this."

They were all going to die. "So, you don't have a hovercraft?"

SOME FUTURE THAT WAS.

"Nah, man," said Danny, "I couldn't fit it in the time machine."

Duh-doy.

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