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]

"Sorry." Eliot didn't sound sorry in the least. "Never been the jolly member of my team."

You should have seen him play Santa Claus.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

God help you if you ever met any of the Reds or Blues, Eliot. It would end in tears.

Especially if it's Caboose.

"No, no. I'm just sort of in awe of that."

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[vdistinctive]

Yeah, but whose tears?

"What, I've finally managed to impress you?"

One of these days, his team would probably end up running a job to refund moon missions. Just on general principle. But Eliot wasn't going to bring that up now.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

Hey. Making Caboose cry was like making a teamkilling kitten cry. Not cool, man.

"Through sheer force of your misanthropy, yes."

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[vdistinctive]

"You're the one who brought up how terrible humanity is."

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"Point."