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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.]
Re: The trip to Fandom!
Re: The trip to Fandom!
Right?
Right!
Re: The trip to Fandom!
"'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.
Re: The trip to Fandom!
Go on, Constantine. Tell him it was a bad idea.
Re: The trip to Fandom!
No one was gonna be able to see it!
Re: The trip to Fandom!
He couldn't fly anymore, but so help him, he'd do this all the same.