BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge

[rebelseekspizza]

It was That Time Of Year again. At BWI airport, they knew well that this was not the kind of thing you wanted to be asking questions about. So when a teenage boy showed up wearing a ratty long red-and-black coat, an expression that blazed hell and a large series of bleeding scratches on his face, well, they didn't ask. About anything.

Dante didn't mind. It meant he could walk into the nice warm Portalocity lounge and crash on one of the benches. Had to sleep off the day he'd had... yesterday? Was it yesterday now? Who cared.

By the time he jerked back awake about an hour later, the scratches had vanished and his expression had gone sleepy, though the ratty coat remained. He sat up, rubbing at his eyes. Guess he wasn't alone anymore, huh? Fine, whatever. "Who knew the public still showed up for transport?"

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Re: The Trip to Fandom

[vdistinctive]

"All aboard for Fandom High," Eliot called as he swung the door to the shuttle open. Pardon the resting grump-face, kids. At least he wasn't wearing full body armor or something, like a complete weirdo.

Plus, you know, he was humanoid. Which they'd eventually realize was reassuring.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[rebelseekspizza]

Okay, so a school. Called Fandom. Apparently people were going there, or something.

Dante squinted up at this guy and tried to figure out whether he liked the look of him. (Probably not.) "Who pissed in your coffee this morning?"

Dante, no.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[vdistinctive]

"Your mother." Oh yeah, this was going to go great. "You goin' to Fandom, kid, or not?"

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[rebelseekspizza]

Honestly, it hadn't exactly been in his plans this morning. But fuck it. Being on this shuttle would put a roof over his head for at least another thirty minutes, right? And anywhere a few more miles away from Limbo City was good.

"Yeah, sure," Dante said. "You know, my mother's dead, so you might want to swing by the doctor's for a check-up. Just to be sure."

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[vdistinctive]

Eliot smirked at that. He kinda liked this kid. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Eliot Spencer. I'll be teachin' teamwork."

And he was clearly doing a great job of proving the competence of Fandom's teaching staff.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante looked from Eliot... to the guy in the body armor.

Back to Eliot.

"And let me guess, he teaches diplomacy."

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[vdistinctive]

"God I hope not," Eliot said. "I think he usually does war games or somethin'."

Because it wasn't like Eliot had been assigned to mentor Wash when he started teaching or anything.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[rebelseekspizza]

"Has anyone told him he forgot to take off his paintball outfit?" Dante asked.

This didn't mean he liked you, Eliot. It just meant he thought Wash was stupider.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[vdistinctive]

"Repeatedly." What? It wasn't like Eliot was going to point out it was armor for a space militia. "I think it's like a security blanket."

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[halfaclink.livejournal.com]

"A toast to the bus driver!" Frank said, raising his glass. "And a toast for me getting on the bus!" Frank said, raising his other glass.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[vdistinctive]

Eliot looked between the two glasses and the kid getting on the bus. He raised an eyebrow. "Don't bring it aboard if you ain't willin' to share it with the class."

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[halfaclink.livejournal.com]

"If I have to, but I don't want anyone making a habit of relying on me for this," Frank said. He downed one drink, put his bag down on the nearest seat gently - there was enough clanking going on from the sheer amount of glassware and bottles in it, he didn't want to break anything - and pulled out a couple bottles. "I don't have enough glasses for everyone. Would you prefer we shared glasses or just passed the bottle around and had a rule about only one swig until everyone's had a turn?"

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[vdistinctive]

Eliot stared. He'd worked for a man who could literally spend an entire year drunk, and he'd met a talking pink pony, and this still threw him.

"Go sit your drunk ass down, kid," he growled ("thrown" on Eliot tended to look very angry). "And don't spill on the upholstery."

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[halfaclink.livejournal.com]

"So I don't have to share?" Frank asked, taking the seat next to his bag. "Well, I trust your judgement and agree with your decision. Here's to you!" He drank the second drink.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[vdistinctive]

"There is something very wrong with you."

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[halfaclink.livejournal.com]

"Nothing a refill wouldn't cure, I'm sure," Frank said. "Let's be educational about it and test that hypothesis!" And so he did.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[vdistinctive]

Either this kid was somehow an even bigger drunk than Nate Ford, or he was drinking water out of those bottles.

Eliot hadn't decided which it was, yet. There was a pretty damn distinctive odor about the kid, after all.

"You pass out and die of alcohol poisoning before we even get to the school, I'm gonna be very upset."

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[myfaireggsy.livejournal.com]

"The fuck's wrong with that guy?" Eggsy, that was rude. Washington was standing right there.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[vdistinctive]

"Paranoid personality disorder." Or possibly Eliot was projecting.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[myfaireggsy.livejournal.com]

IT WASN'T FAR OFF.

"And they let him around kids?"

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[vdistinctive]

"Don't worry, kid." Eliot smiled a little wolfishly. "He's more afraid of you than you are of him."

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[myfaireggsy.livejournal.com]

Eggsy shot him a look for the 'kid' comment. "I'll keep it in mind. You the regular bus driver then?"

In case Eggsy needed to get the hell away from the school.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[vdistinctive]

"There ain't even a regular bus."

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[myfaireggsy.livejournal.com]

"So, as far as I know, I could be being kidnapped here, yeah?"

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[vdistinctive]

"Why, you worth anything?"

Eliot, no.