BWI Portalocity Lounge | Saturday Morning

[princessarcasm]

One of the very few perks of having a meteorologist for a mother was that Amy could almost always avoid weather-related flight delays by relying on her mom for information. That was usually very convenient, but today it meant that due to anticipated late morning storms in northern Texas, Amy had been forced to fly in at ass o'clock in the morning so that she wouldn't run the risk of missing the bus to school. So it looked like she was the first person to reach the Fandom High banner in the airport lounge, and while Amy had always had hopes of one day winning a race, this wasn't quite what she had had in mind.

Armed with an overstuffed duffel bag and her favorite pair of sweatpants (they were decorated with little cartoon strips of bacon!), Amy stifled a heavy yawn and parked herself in a distant corner of the lounge where she could wait for more people to show up.

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Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

"My father and I lived in a cabin. For a while." For always. But there were no cabins in Liepzig, so... lying was complicated. "It was not so bad. But sometimes each of us would leave to be alone." She frowned. "Do you think-- are there woods near there?" It was not something she had considered before, but how could one be alone in a city?

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

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Amy didn't know nearly enough about Liepzig to dispute that lie, so Hanna was in the clear. Honestly, Amy thought solitary life in a cabin in remote Europe sounded pretty good.

"There were definitely woods on the website," she said. "And a beach, and an IKEA on its own island pretty close by. Kind of a weird area, if you ask me." Just wait until it started raining weird things, Amy! "Do you hike?"

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

Hanna gave Amy a confused look of someone who either wasn't sure her English was making sense of that, or, the response of doesn't everyone? "Yes," she said slowly, uncertain. "I.. hike." After a second she added, "And snowshoe in the winter. And hunt."

And for the first time in a very long week, she was hit by homesickness for that little house near the Arctic Circle. She swallowed. "It seems very far away now."