BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge- Saturday morning

[stacyexperiment]

A few days ago Gwen saw New York destroyed and drowned and her friend/roommate/surrogate brother type was presumed dead for a while- got a really amazing obituary for his alter-ego and everything. Today she was waiting for a portal that was going to take her to a school in Maryland. She was actually looking forward to school, just to get back to doing normal things again, but the timing was weird.

She seemed to be the first one here, and the banner meant she was probably in the right seat, so.

Gwen would be the sullen-looking girl sitting under the glittery Fandom High banner and showing too much midriff. And occasionally brushing at the top of her head with her hand because she was convinced the glitter was probably raining down on her.

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Wait for the shuttle

[stacyexperiment]

Meet new people! Make new friends! Exclamation points!

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[ultimatehottie.livejournal.com]

Johnny was still carrying his life in his backpack, so it looked like, well, pretty much what you would expect from an American teenager spending three months adrift in Europe. He smelled better than you would expect from that, though. He might have been on hard times, but he was still vain as hell.

He found his way under the Fandom High banner and plopped down in a seat. He may have been staring at the ceiling after he did so, but he still gave a wave of acknowledgement at the girl who was already there... and who looked vaguely familiar.

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[stacyexperiment]

You'd have to forgive Gwen for not recognizing him outright. For reasons.

"'s up?" she greeted him, eloquently.

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[ultimatehottie.livejournal.com]

"Things. School. Stuff. Y'know?" Johnny answered. And then he sighed. "Sorry, I'm usually more charming."

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[poison-princess.livejournal.com]

At least the boys here were cute. Not, she thought hastily, that she was doing anything more than looking, not with Branden back home. But if she had to be in a free range psych ward or whatever, having a few nice faces to look at couldn't hurt.

Melissa would be all over him, if she were here. Of course, Melissa wasn't crazy, so she got to stay in Sterling where she belonged.

"Hi," she said, because she didn't know how not to talk to people. It was a trait bred into all charming Southern girls. "You look pretty comfortable all things considered."

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[ultimatehottie.livejournal.com]

"Hi there. I've been in planes for days," Johnny said. "It's easy to be comfortable anywhere once you've spent enough hours in one of those."

"And it doesn't hurt that pretty girls keep walking up. That just helps put me in my element."

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[giveherahand]

A small, slight redhead, hair pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail and a black bag slung over her shoulder approached the chairs and glanced up uncomprehendingly at the sign that she couldn't read.

"Is this for Fandom High?" she asked in a British light Coruscanti accent.

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[stacyexperiment]

Gwen pointed up at the sign. "It is. And just as a warning, I think they might be big on glitter."

Sure enough, there was glitter on her hand when she looked. Dammit!

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[giveherahand]

Mara wrinkled her nose. "I am not...that big on glitter."

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[ultimatehottie.livejournal.com]

It was the little things that helped Johnny kind of come back into his groove. Like how a few days ago, he was still talking to French girls on their turf. But now here was a British girl in his homeland. He could adjust to that. "Yep, just like the sign says. Gwen and I are the welcoming committee... entirely because we got here first. I'm Johnny."

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[giveherahand]

Mara looked momentarily flustered--there weren't a lot of boys her own age in her social circle of...pretty much no one...back on Imperial Center. "I'm--" she paused. Normally she went by Jade on an assignment, but this was a longterm infiltration, so, "Mara," she concluded.

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[poison-princess.livejournal.com]

This was an international school for crazy kids? Weird.

"That's a lot of glitter to go through for a joke if it isn't," Evie drawled, giving the girl a smile. "Even if it is, that's still a lot of glitter."

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[theheadkid.livejournal.com]

Just before stumbling into the terminal, Kyle had pushed his half asleep ass out of his truck and laden him down with his bags. He'd patted Travis on the shoulder, given him a hug and shoved him in the direction of the Fandom terminal.

During the walk, Travis had managed to wake up a bit though there was still sleep in his eyes. It'd been a long drive and Kyle drove like an old lady sometimes.

But, Travis had gotten there and he hadn't even bothered with a scarf to cover up his scar. Whatever, if anyone saw it and recognized him, he was tired enough to tell them to buzz off.

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[stacyexperiment]

Another new guy. Gwen supposed it was good not to be the only new kid at the school?

She gave him a wave.

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[ultimatehottie.livejournal.com]

Johnny nodded at the other guy. "Cool scar. Going to Fandom?"

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[poison-princess.livejournal.com]

Yeah, so the neck scar thing was kind of eye-catching. Evie had no idea how he'd gotten in, but she was pretty sure she'd figured out why this kid was waiting to go to Fandom.

"Morning," she drawled. "Still waking up?"

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[poison-princess.livejournal.com]

Thank god Evie's mom had to turn right around and catch a flight back to Louisiana. Otherwise she probably would have held Evie's hand all the way through the baggage claim and stick around the lounge until the shuttle showed up. Maybe even handed her over personally to whatever goons drove a shuttlebus to a school for crazies for a living.

She didn't think for one minute it was because her mom missed her and wanted to spend every last moment together before they were parted again. Her mom just wanted a personal guarantee that Evie was going where she was supposed to, rather than somehow making a break for it and running away to...wherever there was to run away to in Maryland.

At least there's no mistaking where I'm supposed to be," she said aloud, pausing in front of her pile of matching luggage while she stared at the be-glittered sign. "Where's the sign with macrame?"

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[stacyexperiment]

"Probably waiting for us when we get there," Gwen replied.

The Trip to Fandom

[stacyexperiment]

Starring our lovely guest driver!

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[raspberryturk]

Bus? Check. Driver? Check. License to drive a bus?

... Mostly optional. But Reno was licensed to drive a helicopter, and the shuttle was likely to spend almost as much time airborne, so he was counting it close enough.

"All aboard for Fandom High, yo!"

If any of you newbies are the praying type, you might want to start doing that now.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[stacyexperiment]

Gwen got on the bus, but couldn't resist checking, "This is a legitimate shuttle thing, right? You're not just picking up groups of teenagers to take somewhere and dismember us?"

Either way, she was already on the bus.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[ultimatehottie.livejournal.com]

"Hey, we have someone on staff who says 'yo,' yo!" Johnny said, far to amused by this fact.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[giveherahand]

"Does this thing have wheels?!" Mara asked in an appalled voice.

Guess which galaxy the slightly mouthy redhead's from, Reno. Go ahead.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[poison-princess.livejournal.com]

...

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Right. This was very much not what Evie had been expecting. She supposed she was grateful that they didn't send out a bunch of orderlies in scrubs, but...

Maybe she could take a picture of him and send it to her mom. Caption it Well-supervised, thanks.

"You're the bus driver?" For reals? Not just another student suffering from delusions?

OOC

[stacyexperiment]

Nine years in the game and this is the first time I'm ever doing this.