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fandomhigh2014-01-03 04:39 pm
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BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning
Celia had had a trying morning, thus far.
She'd boarded a train in New York at the crack of dawn with a large trunk that she was pretending to struggle to carry. Hector had given her a cursory pat on the top of her hat and a tug to one stray curl, accompanied by a stern look that Celia knew meant Don't make me regret this. She'd fallen asleep on the train, and the conductor had awoken her...here. She'd not expected Maryland to be quite so much...brighter, or louder or confusing -- and in fact, Celia had been to Baltimore before, once, and she was very sure that this was unsettlingly different. She'd stumbled off the train, been ushered through a security checkpoint filled with people dressed strangely and giving her even stranger looks and now she was...here.
If not for the glittering sign bearing the name 'Fandom High,' she'd think she was in the wrong place.
Celia slumped gratefully into a chair, dropping her trunk on the floor beside her, and let out a sigh. Then she immediately straightened up. It wouldn't do to have her new classmates think her a lazy slob at first meeting.
[YAY NEWBIE SHUTTLE.]
She'd boarded a train in New York at the crack of dawn with a large trunk that she was pretending to struggle to carry. Hector had given her a cursory pat on the top of her hat and a tug to one stray curl, accompanied by a stern look that Celia knew meant Don't make me regret this. She'd fallen asleep on the train, and the conductor had awoken her...here. She'd not expected Maryland to be quite so much...brighter, or louder or confusing -- and in fact, Celia had been to Baltimore before, once, and she was very sure that this was unsettlingly different. She'd stumbled off the train, been ushered through a security checkpoint filled with people dressed strangely and giving her even stranger looks and now she was...here.
If not for the glittering sign bearing the name 'Fandom High,' she'd think she was in the wrong place.
Celia slumped gratefully into a chair, dropping her trunk on the floor beside her, and let out a sigh. Then she immediately straightened up. It wouldn't do to have her new classmates think her a lazy slob at first meeting.
[YAY NEWBIE SHUTTLE.]

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//All aboard for Fandom Island.//
It was entirely possible that he was perfectly fine with being temporarily demoted to bus driver if it meant that he could break new students in to Fandom's little quirks... gently. Talking was gentle, wasn't it?
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"...I heard that in my mind," she ventured, looking to the man on the bus doubtfully.
She was willing to believe it. But she had to be sure she wasn't hallucinating first.
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He was teasing, but it was a gentle sort of tease, punctuated with a slight raise of his eyebrows and the faintest hint of a smile somewhere around the corner of his eyes.
//Didn't startle you, did it?//
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She'd met so-called magicians who could make you believe they'd spoken in your mind. But it was all smoke and echoes and angled boxes, in the end. She suspected that this man's gifts were like her own, however -- completely real.
Where had her father sent her?
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Seriously, he could have thrown a rock and hit a telepath of one persuasion or another back in his student days. Jean, Dinah, Emma, Sookie, Spock, Karla, Cable...
He hefted the trunk into the undercarriage of the bus with some effort - he was starting to miss the muscle mass he had even just a few weeks ago - and then dusted his hands off on his trouser leg.
//That won't be a problem, I hope?//
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He stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it around, as if that would somehow help. "What language was that?" he asked Jono. "Because something screwy is going on."
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Jonothon watched the boy stick his finger in his ear, raised an eyebrow, and then tilted his head a bit.
//By way of telepathy.//
Just to be clear.
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Really, Jono wouldn't have agreed to drive the shuttle if he hadn't been expecting a few 'what the hell' reactions here and there.
//Is it really that odd?//
He saw the floating trunk, there.
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It was possible that Constantine sounded entirely too cheerful about this.
"All aboard the shuttle driven by two mad Brits without American permits!"
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Jono didn't. His had expired years ago.
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Because Constantine was a terrible human being, and when he taught, he told his students to get fakes.
"I know how to drive American-style, swear on me mum."
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Well. There had been a curb. But it was a big vehicle. It had survived.
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"B'sides, they generally just want us out of here fast as possible, before the norms start staring or asking uncomfortable questions. The weirder we are, the more inclined they are to look the other way just to make us leave."
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//I ... I heard you,// she projected in his direction. //Can you hear me?//
She should have waited for a reply, but this was too important; it was bursting out of her.
//Is it you that I'm here to see??//
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What was she wearing?
... Were those diving boots?
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//I'm Eleanor,// she thought back, quickly. //The Little Sisters sent me here. Am I ... am I made from you?//
It was an odd question, but she didn't know how else to phrase it. She'd been able to speak telepathically with the Little Sisters because they were formed from her, and with Father because of their bond; was he the prototype that all the Littles and Bigs had started from?
It couldn't be the other way around, or she wouldn't feel so blind. She could swoop in and see through the Little Sisters' eyes. With him, it was only the voice.
It was only then that his last question registered.
//A bit,// she admitted. //I should have expected Reykjavik would be chilly.//
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How did you even answer a question like that? Especially when you were as gene-muddled and used to being surrounded by clones as Jono was? He furrowed his brow in thought, and then started shrugging out of his jacket, grabbing a few things from the pockets and stuffing them into his trouser pockets, instead.
//Here, put this on. It'll help with the cold. And you're actually in Baltimore right now, luv. Looks like you missed Iceland by a bit, if that's where you were aiming.//
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"Baltimore?" she said. "Baltimore, in the Colonies?"
She considered for a moment before shaking her head vigorously. "Impossible," she said. "We were on a ship to Reykjavik, from Ammassalik, Greenland. It couldn't have gotten that far lost."
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