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BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning
There was a crackle of energy before reality split and portal opened up into the Portalocity Lounge. A few seconds later a figure popped through the portal wearing what appeared to be an environmental suit attached to an air supply hose going back into the portal. He then pulled out a tablet device and took some readings before stripping off the environmental suit revealing the teenager known as Barry Ween.
"Okay, Jeremy. I'm here and the atmosphere is breathable. Send the rest of my shit through," Barry said into his comm headset. "No. Just push it into the portal and pull back the suit. Jesus Christ! How fucking hard is it to push it through numb-nuts? Just fucking push it!"
Three suitcases and a large crate appeared through the portal. "About fucking time. Okay, now press the button to close the portal. Which one? The big fucking button that has a label on it that says 'PRESS THIS FUCKING BUTTON AND NOTHING ELSE.' Are you fucking kidding me? No. No. No! Just fucking forget it! Don't touch anything I'll shut it down remotely."
A couple of taps on his pad and the portal disappeared with a "plip." "All right it's done. Don't touch any of my fucking stuff while I'm gone, Jeremy. You hear me? All right. I'll check in with you later."
Barry looked up at the glittery sign bearing the name 'Fandom High' and grunted before going back to his tablet and taking further readings; muttering to himself occasionally when he found something of interest.
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"Okay, Jeremy. I'm here and the atmosphere is breathable. Send the rest of my shit through," Barry said into his comm headset. "No. Just push it into the portal and pull back the suit. Jesus Christ! How fucking hard is it to push it through numb-nuts? Just fucking push it!"
Three suitcases and a large crate appeared through the portal. "About fucking time. Okay, now press the button to close the portal. Which one? The big fucking button that has a label on it that says 'PRESS THIS FUCKING BUTTON AND NOTHING ELSE.' Are you fucking kidding me? No. No. No! Just fucking forget it! Don't touch anything I'll shut it down remotely."
A couple of taps on his pad and the portal disappeared with a "plip." "All right it's done. Don't touch any of my fucking stuff while I'm gone, Jeremy. You hear me? All right. I'll check in with you later."
Barry looked up at the glittery sign bearing the name 'Fandom High' and grunted before going back to his tablet and taking further readings; muttering to himself occasionally when he found something of interest.
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Probably not, though. But at least she was smiling a bit and trying to look teacherly and approachable.
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"So you're going to Fandom?" Barry asked not looking up from his tablet. "I'm Barry. Senior. Transfer. You?"
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He walked under the sign, slung down his knapsack and nodded gravely at the people there already.
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"Sup?"
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What? She never claimed to be particularly rational about this sort of thing. "Guess your going to this place too, huh?"
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It was probably obvious which option she'd chosen. She was holding all her hair to her chest, Pascal on her shoulder when she arrived, but as she took in her surroundings, she carefully dropped her hair to let it pool at her feet.
"Where am I?" she asked aloud, mostly to herself.
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At the last part he looked up and blinked.
"Okay, that's some serious hair."
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She'd never seen anything ike it. There were lights and sounds and... stuff. And none of them felt at all like magic - ie: they didn't bother her at all.
She saw the sign marked Fandom High and made her way towards it, staring at all the strange looking - and smelly carriages.
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"Fandom High?" he asked in a greeting fashion.
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She was just going to keep that hope up while wishing she'd worn more comfortable shoes. At least it looked like she was in the right spot now.
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Which was a decent enough description of Edward, for all that. All he really knew was that this was less comfortable than a haystack, but moreso than the cold floor, and the air smelled suspiciously of something other than piss.
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And judging by his clothes...
"You looking for Fandom High?" Barry asked, "Or a Jerry Bruckheimer movie?"
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That would be Anders. And if his clothes didn't make him conspicuous enough, the fact he'd stumbled through a glowing portal and promptly gone to vomit in the nearest potted plant probably would.
He was pale and weak as he sank onto the first bench at hand, too dazed from his mode of transport to notice much about where he was.
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He took a seat and looked warily around at what he guessed were his new fellow students, wondering what, exactly, Zordon expected him to get out of this.
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She adjusted the backpack she was wearing and looked around. She hoped that she had made the right decision in coming to boarding school, Annie had assured her that she had nothing to worry about at Fandom but now that was waiting for the shuttle she couldn't help but doubt her decision to move halfway across the country to go to school.
At least her first day of high school could not be worse than her first day of Junior High.
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The Trip to Fandom!
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Anakin swept into the waiting area with his Jedi robes swirling behind him, a small glower on his face. Karking drivers and their terrible lack of driver skills. "Fandom High? Get your stuff."
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But he was behaving himself, more or less, wandering into the waiting area not far behind Anakin and looking, if not half as imposing as Skywalker, at least several times more amused.
//Anybody need a hand with their luggage, just wave down the lanky bloke in the leather wrappings,// he shared. //S'what I'm here for.//
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Seriously. Who plans a meeting at 4:00 on a Friday?
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