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

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"I'm breaking it in," Wash said. "These are just the right circumstances to test these things out."

His sarcasm was all present.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[cuzfriendship]

"That's cool," April said, breezing right on past the sarcasm almost like she didn't notice. "My camp counselor this summer was always trying out new projects and stuff too. Mostly plant foraging techniques, but there was some basic weaponry."

Only where necessary for self-defense, of course.

"I hope the test goes how you want it!"

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure it will," Wash assured her. "And try to keep your basic weaponry away from your classmates.

Especially the drunk one.

Re: The Trip to Fandom

[cuzfriendship]

"Don't worry, I didn't bring any," April assured him. "It's boarding school, not survival camp."

Heh.