fandomhigh | BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

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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.

[Woo! Newbie Shuttle!]

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One minute, Rapunzel was running through the forest and trying to look up through the branches to see if she could navigate her way to the lights by the sun. (So far, little to no success.) The next, there'd been a big...wavy thing, and she'd debated with herself a good long time about whether to walk through it.

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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"Baltimore Washington International Airport," Barry said not looking up from his tablet. "Specifically the portalocity lounge for Fandomhigh. You going there?"

At the last part he looked up and blinked.

"Okay, that's some serious hair."

Rapunzel turned to the boy who'd spoken -- a boy. She'd never seen one before, except in books. She tried not to stare (even though she really, really needed to know if he had pointy teeth), and ignored the stab of panic at the fact that he'd noticed her hair.

Well, of course he had. She'd known people would look at it. Even she knew that wasn't normal.

"Thanks," she said, too-casually. "Um...I don't know what anything you said means. I mean, I know what you mean about my hair, but what's a Baltimore...whatsit?"

"It's a city," he replied still looking at the hair trying to scientifically explain what kind of diet this girl was on to carry that much hair. "We're at an airport and... how in the world do you carry that around without getting split ends?"

"I brush it a lot," Rapunzel said, over-confident before her face melted into confusion again. "What's an airport?"

She had the feeling she may have taken a wrong turn. Possibly.

Barry sighed. Clearly she was from another planet or just a bumpkin. He pointed toward one of the BWI windows where a plane was coming in to disembark passengers.

"That's an airplane. We fly around in those and they land here which is an airport," he said trying to be patient as he tried to calculate the average speed of brushing one's hair with the amount of hair that Rapunzel would have to brush it times the amount of conditioner used...

Oh wait, he was having a conversation.

"I'm guessing you don't have those where you come from. I'm Barry Ween and this is the stop for students and teachers going to Fandom High."

"Fandom High," she repeated carefully, frowning thoughtfully. She had definitely taken a wrong turn. She turned to look out the window, and actually jumped with a little shriek when she saw one of the big...white things moving around.

She tried to recover, once she realized it wasn't going to hurt her, and turned back to Barry. "Um. Um. Um...I'm -- my name's Rapunzel. It's nice to meet you, Barry."

So much for using an alias. And so much for recovering from her little shock, since she was also staring around the room in barely-concealed abject terror now.

Pascal chose this moment to peek out from under her hair on her shoulder, where he'd been blended into the mix of blonde and pink and purple, and peered around with a mildly interested coo.

Oh, yeah. She so wasn't from around here.

"Don't freak out," Barry tried to say nicely. "Those things hardly crash anyway. Where exactly are you from anyway?"

"Corona," she said, proud to finally have an answer. She may not have known much about the history of her country, but she at least knew its name. "Um, kind of. Those things -- they fly?"

She'd finally noticed one of the planes taking off outside. Oops.

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Four glanced over at her and blinked at the hair. Even Amity weren't quite as exuberant with their hair as that (and he was understanding the Abnegation rules about cutting the stuff regularly now). "That's a lot of hair."

"Thanks. I'm...growing it out," Rapunzel said, deciding to treat it as a compliment. No one seemed to be after it yet, at least -- she wasn't sure what she'd do if someone realized her hair was valuable. She never should've left.

She looked over at the boy (another one -- also hopefully without pointy teeth?) who had spoken, and replied, "That's a lot of...black."

Four nodded. "Of course," he said. "That's...a color I haven't seen people wear. Are you factionless?"

She seemed pretty clean for a factionless.

"Purple?" Rapunzel looked down at her dress, self-consciously tugging on it. "I...factionless? What's that mean?" she asked, frowning. "I -- sorry. I'm learning a lot of new words today."

Like "airport," for example. Next up, "electricity" and "telephone," maybe!

"Me too," Four replied a little ruefully. "It means you aren't part of the five factions that make up daily life: Amity, Candor, Dauntless, Erudite or Abnegation. You live in the fringes."

She smelled a lot better than the factionless he'd run into going back and forth from school.

"I'm...um, I guess I'm factionless," Rapunzel said, looking mildly distressed at this. "I didn't even know about the factions until today, so I guess that must be true."

"It's not a bad thing to be," Four said, "other than the food shortages and being ignored by society..."

"We've never had food shortages," Rapunzel said, clearly at least a little relieved. "And Mother never told me we were factionless. She probably would have if I was, right?"

Sure, Rapunzel.

Kaylin's eyes were huge. "Is all of that your hair?"

"Yup," Rapunzel replied cheerily. "...should it be someone else's?"

That was an alarming thought.

"Is it contagious?"

Now that was an even more horrifying thought.

"I mean it looks fine on you, I guess, if really not something you could keep if your were a Hawk, but it would be bad for me."

"It's -- no, I've just always had it long," Rapunzel said, fudging the details a little. "It's...a choice. I'm not sick."

And hawks didn't have hair, but she was going to hold off on saying that bit for a moment, since she was sure she'd just end up looking stupid.

"Oh. Well."

Kaylin blushed a little. "Sorry. I guess when you asked if it was supposed to be someone else's... I didn't mean you looked sick or anything. It looks... really healthy. And pretty.

"No one's ever asked me if it's mine before," Rapunzel admitted with a small smile. "Sorry. And thank you. Yours is nice, too."

Seriously. Rapunzel envied all of the girls here, and their not-seventy-feet of hair.

Kaylin put her hand up to the not-so-very-clean knot of hair at the back of her head, which was currently kept there by a stick that had been lying around. She wondered briefly now if the girl was crazy, but then thought maybe she was just like Caitlyn, who always found something nice to say.

"Um... thank you."

Eh, little bit of both, really.

"You're welcome," Rapunzel replied cheerfully, looking around. "So...are you here on purpose? Or do you know why you're here, at least?"

Maybe there were more like her!

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