fandomhigh | 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.

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"That kerb might not agree," he pointed out wryly. "But nothing fell off, so we'll call it a win, yeah?"

//I'm going to consider it a win right up until Skywalker notices something amiss and flays us both alive.//

So, yeah. Totally a win.

//Anyhow, it was only th'once.//

"He's the bloke with the--" John made a vague gesture around his head that somehow somewhat resembled Anakin's hair. "-- an' the glower, yeah? Well, he tries to flay me, I'm hidin' behind Lady Zoe. She can take 'em, AND they both let us off-campus with the keys."

//True enough,// Jono replied, his voice carrying something reminiscent of a chuckle as he nodded his agreement. //Really, they've got nobody but themselves to blame.//

Right?

Right!

Constantine sure as hell was not a designated adult! Blame the school board for hiring him! ...Or...whoever had actually hired him. He was unsure about that. It was probably a dread elder god, with his luck.

"'S long as we turn up with four tires, the appropriate number of kids, and haven't painted the Union Jack on the hood, I think we're good," he decided.

//See, now there's a shame,// Jono replied, turning sad eyes toward Constantine. Truly sincere ones. Honest. //Because I have the paint all set aside and everything...//

Go on, Constantine. Tell him it was a bad idea.

Constantine tapped his fingers against his leg for a moment in thought. Then: "...The roof?"

No one was gonna be able to see it!

//... I'm game for it if you are.//

He couldn't fly anymore, but so help him, he'd do this all the same.

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