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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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That dude had a flaming sword. Sure, he appeared in a flash of light, too, but Summer was used to that sort of thing. Now a flaming sword, on the other hand...

She was trying to lay low, but, come on. How could you not quirk a brow at that at least a little?

That flaming sword also had an over-sized scorpion stinger on the tip. This is what happens when you allow an 8 year old design weapons for D&D.

Magnus looked a little awkward at that. "Cool. Cool, cool, cool," he muttered to himself. "Is that a no?"

"I think maybe it's more sci fi than fantasy," Summer offered, because now she felt kind of bad for staring.

And then she just couldn't help herself.

"Why do you have a flaming sword, dude?"

"You can have both. It's not a zero sum genre," Magnus grumbled, strapping the sword to his back. It looked pretty awesome. Also, the DM really liked putting robots and elevators in the game. "Why wouldn't I have a flaming sword?"

He was Azor Ahai.

"Because we're basically in a glorified bus station?" offered Summer, although, really, if she took a second and considered her track record, she would realize that maybe having a flaming sword on hand wasn't really such a bad idea. In fact, now that she thought of it, she sort of wondered where she might get one. You know, just in case.

In the meantime, it might not hurt to make nice with the guy with the weapon.

"Are you any good with it?"

Fantasy Costco. They had everything.

"Uh, yeah." Duh. It was on his character sheet. "I'm super proficient with most weapons."

Well, excuse her if being "super" proficient didn't exactly instill a lot of confidence in her.

"Good. I mean, that thing looks dangerous even without any trouble, so I'd hope so. Last thing we need is innocent bystanders, like, burned to death or something."

"Yeah, that'd be bad," Magnus said slowly. Because Phandalin. That one was on them. Their bad.

Still not making her feel very confident there, dude.

"Uh, do you have any other weapons? You said you were super proficient in many, right?"

And she just wanted to make sure that there were less burninating options available when the time came.

Hey, they'd done way better in keeping mass casualties to a minimum since then!

"Oh yeah!" He put away the Raging, Flaming, Poisoning Sword of Doom to replace it with Railsplitter. Which looked like a Paul Bunyan style ax.

And if Magnus was going for impressive, he was pulling it off well.

Summer's eyebrows almost took orbit off her face. "Whoa," she said. "Where are you hiding these?"

Did she really want to know?

"You know. In my inventory." Look, he came from an audio medium. They didn't really think about this much.

"Uh-huh."

Yeah, she didn't want to know. But she did want to know more about the weapons.

"What else you got?"

"Oh, I've got my Chance Lance--" which looked like a very large minute hand from a clock. "--my Shield of Heroic Memories--" that was a circular metal shield with a lot of random things engraved on it. "--my Lense of Straight Creepin'--" which was... a lense. "That one lets me track people."

But now he was slowly amassing a pile next to him.

The Lense of Straight Creepin' was definitely earning you a look there, Magnus.

"'Track' them," she said. "Uh-huh, sure. And do you have anything, I don't know, smaller? Good, um, teenaged girl in a crisis size?"

Hey, if something went down in this place between now and leaving for Fandom, Summer would have to defend herself, and it wasn't a bad idea to swipe something from the guy who clearly didn't need so many weapons all at once. Or maybe he did, which would be kind of impressive, but would it really hurt him to spare a weapon or two when he clearly had a gazillion?

Magnus gave her a serious look for that and starting to gather up his precious, precious weapons. Look, he couldn't summon an angelic Della Reese or cast magic missiles, but he could fight real good, okay?

It was his thing.

"If anything shows up, I'll kill it for you," he promised instead.

"But that's no fun!" Summer whined. Because she was a strong, independent woman who didn't need no man!

"Come on, though, you're telling me you don't have, I don't know, a Dagger of Stabiness or a Give the Girl a Sword Because Women Defending Themselves is Bad-Ass and Awesome in there?"

"Well, I need these!" Magnus insisted. "And no, I have yet to find any of those. Maybe there will be a Fantasy Costco where everyone is going and you can get one. Just. Don't pay with blood."

You know. Word to the wise.

If there was a Fantasy Cosco, then, yes, she would totally do that, but until then, she had her eye on you and your magical invisible bag of holding or whatever it was, Flamesword Guy.

"Ew," Summer wrinkled her nose, "no, gross. I mean, the blood of my enemies, maybe, but not my own. You think they'll take pills?"

It was really dumb how many pills her parents gave her to pay for things. As if that would make up for sending her here in the first place. And she was going to be even more pissed off when she found out they didn't really take pills here anyway.

"Maybe if you can convince Garfield on it?"

He was a broken, broken Warlock, that man. Cat? Catman?

"Who's Garfield?" asked Summer, picturing some fat and hairy overlord type with a weird obsession with lasagna.

You know, she wasn't too far off.

"He's a Deals Warlock."

And was always happy sounding. It was terrifying.

"So, like, if I talked to him, I could maybe convince him to trade my pills in for something more useful? Like a weapon? Or lip gloss?"

She could kind of kill for some lip gloss right now.

"Maybe," he agreed brightly. "He loves a good deal. Just use your charisma."

Deception check, Magnus. Deception.

"Cool," Summer nodded. "Thanks."

Until then, though, if anything went down, you'd better watch your shit, Magnus.

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