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BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

All of Jughead's possessions fit inside a single backpack.

He didn't mind it. At least it was crammed as full as it could be crammed, that was good enough for him. And if he could keep people from figuring out that was the case, even better. This was supposed to be a break from –– everything. Riverdale and all associated drama.

Still, when he arrived in the lounge and checked his phone, he found himself wondering whether Archie even remembered he was moving today.

Whatever.

He dropped his backpack on the floor and leaned against the wall. Good. This seemed like a decent spot to stand in while eyeing everyone else warily.

[ooc: And we have moved! Welcome to a brand new DW edition of the traditional shuttle post. ~~WAIT FOR THE OCD.~~ OCD up, have at! ~~EXCEPT YOU, WHO KNOWS WHO YOU ARE.~~]

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Optional moodiness, you say? Well. Jason was going to be taking advantage of that option, thank you very much.

Right after he managed to get this bag of Skittles open. Which was... a more complicated process than it might seem, at first glance, judging by the fact that this was the third such attempt he was making.

Hopefully this time it wouldn't end in candy exploding everywhere thanks to a bit too much force applied. Stupid super strength.

He did spare a nod and a grunt of something that might have been hello... ish, to the kid with the hat, though.

Ah, good. The masculine nod-grunt of acknowledgement. Jughead could work with that, with a nod of his own right back at the guy.

With a vaguely puzzled, passing look at the trouble with the Skittles.

Because. Trouble with Skittles.

Jason was just going to gingerly tear that package open. Slowly.

He breathed a sigh of relief when it actually worked, this time. Airport candy wasn't cheap, you know.

"Breakfast of champions," he said with a bit of a smirk.

"Agreed," Jughead replied, with a dry hint to his tone, but not necessarily an unfriendly one. At least this guy didn't have a sword, flaming or otherwise. "You heading to this Fandom place too? Summer school, or whatever it is?"

Oh, he definitely had a sword. Just not on him, because secret identity and also it would not have qualified as an approved carryon.

"Reform school, yeah," Jason rolled his eyes. At least, that was the story as far as he knew it.

Jughead frowned at 'reform school'. Mostly confused, but also with a hint of dislike. Just a smidge.

"That's... not what they told me."

June noticed two things about Jason: first, that he seemed to have more than the usual amount of trouble opening candy. It was like he was getting used to having hands or something.

And second, that he wasn't exactly hard to look at.

She smiled at him. "Need help with those?" she asked, indicating the Skittles.

Well, the hands themselves weren't new. The amount of force he could accidentally exert if he wasn't careful... well, that was still fairly new.

"I think I've got it," he said, holding it out in her direction to show her how he had, indeed, conquered the mighty Skittles bag. "But thanks. Want some?" he offered.

"Sure," June decided with a shrug, and held out her hand. "I think the whole new high school thing requires sugar."

"New high school, sure," Jason scoffed, shaking out a handful of candy for June. "Cause that's all it is."

"What else would it be?" June asked, suspicious. "'My brother just said high school."

If Metias had tricked her into some stupid training program...

"The Sheriff's Department told me this was a reform school." Jason shared.

"No way," June said. "Not for me, anyhow."

She'd gotten 1500 on her Trial. Prodigies didn't get sent to reform school.

"Maybe they have two schools," she guessed.

"Maybe. Unless... did you blow up your locker or something?" Jason asked. That was what had landed Billy, arguably also not your typical misbehaving teenager, in detention at his old school, after all.

"No," June said, but a little too quickly.

After a moment: "There might have been some ... unauthorized use of equipment." Which, in June-speak, meant that she'd tested her hacking skills by breaking into the school's grades database to check her midterm score. "But it's their own fault for not having better security. The dean didn't even seem that mad."

Yup, she definitely reminded him of Billy. "And yet, here you are," he said, gesturing expansively at the lounge and all it's sullen-teenager-filled glory.

"Here I am," June agreed wryly. "Headed to reform school with the other delinquents."

She still didn't think she was going to a real reform school.

Jason was going to be so pumped once he figured out that wasn't the case for him either. "I mean, I guess it could be worse?"

"True," June agreed. "At least they dropped us someplace safe for now."

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