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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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"Alternate worlds? Similar but not the same?" Isabelle tried, then waved a hand. "You'll learn."

"Are you a seethkona?" Vider asked.

It was more polite than asking if she was high.

"I don't know what that means, either."

Figured.

"...did you grow up on some kind of isolated commune or something?" NOTHING ELSE MADE SENSE.

Actually, she kind of had! New York Institute represent! But.

"I don't think that's the issue here."

"Oh, really?" Vider asked, looking extremely dubious, crossing her arms. "And what do you think the issue is?"

Isabelle looked openly amused at the arm-crossing. Because she was kind of like that.

"That you haven't figured things out about this Fandom place we're headed to yet."

"Oh, and you're some kind of expert? I thought this was the shuttle for new students," Vider said pointedly.

"My brother goes here and our friend used to," Isabelle informed her. "And I've visited before."

Oh, so she did think she was an expert, and probably that that gave her license to mess with the less knowledgeable. Whatever. Vider wasn't going to take her bait. "That'll be nice for you. Knowing someone."

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