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.

Comments

Re: The Trip to Fandom!

[talentforlying]

"Fuck, weld her in that armor for a few hours. Maybe she'll learn some manners about the time she needs to take a piss." John, maybe you aren't the best one to talk about manners? Just a thought.

Re: The Trip to Fandom!

[furnaceface]

//If it gets so bad that I have to weld her into it, I sure as hell won't be the one letting her out again,// Jono replied, shaking his head. //But she seems to have declared a truce, whatever that means. And I've let her know in no uncertain terms that I'm not going to be pleased with her if she harms a hair on the head of any of the students on the island. Hopefully that'll serve, at least for now.//