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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!
She was without margins or borders or safety nets, here.
"It sounds like it was beautiful.
Re: The trip to Fandom!
There was a moment's pause, and then, tentatively, he ventured, //So, luv, what do you do?//
Re: The trip to Fandom!
"I'm an illusionist," she said after a moment, softly. "A bit like your friend, in terms of what my favorite tricks look like."
Hector favored spectacle. Celia preferred creating something people would love.
Re: The trip to Fandom!
//A useful skill,// he noted. //I've known a few people who can make people see things that aren't really there. Lord knows it's saved my sorry arse a few times.//