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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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"Some scientists with boners for Ancient Rome," said Summer, who could really be a class act over here. It didn't go unnoticed by her, though, that she felt way too comfortable talking with people from space and weird places now. The fact that he took it in stride like that gave him another cool point in her book, so long as he didn't start to act like some Galactic Federation jerkwad.

Besides, there was something else that caught her attention that sounded way more fun that the boring planets Earth was stuck being neighbors with. Something that made her slouchy shoulders disappear and her eyes light up a little bit.

"Also, did you say a picnic?"

"I have no idea what a Rome is," Kanan snorted, "but sure, scientists can do whatever they want when they name planets nobody lives on anyway."

He shrugged. Earth continued to be weird, news at six.

"And yeah, I said a picnic. Fandom has this thing for picnics when the new folks show up. Food, glitter, probably a few upperclassmen wandering around without their shirts on, it's a whole thing."

"Wait, so, like, real food?" Summer asked, leaning forward a little because this was Very Important. The thing about shirts didn't escape her, either, but she'll try to get to that later. "Like hamburgers, hot dogs, actual real food and not just pills?"

Remembering her assumption that he worked for the government, she hastily added, "Not that there's anything wrong with pills! Mmm, pills. So nutritious! But, I mean, come on, FOOD."

"... Why the hell would we feed you pills?"

No, really. What?

"There are even potato chips, if you're feeling adventurous. I'm pretty sure half the teachers would start rioting to get proper food served if anyone tried to pull a diet of karking pills around here. And that's if the students didn't burn the school down first."

Wait, why was the guy who worked for the brainwashing school questioning the chewable standard of living? Summer's eyes narrowed again.

"Because we currently live in a society in which all sustenance is done with a questionable cocktail of a variety of--OHMYGOD, you guys don't have to do pills?"

Please don't mind the little redhead freaking out in your bus, sir. A girl could only stand a diet of pills for so long, you know, and now brainwashing school sounded awesome.

"That's amazing!"

Beat.

"Not that pills are bad! We've very luck to have them. Hahaha."

Okay, now Kanan was just straight up turning around to gape at her.

"... Anything that can make a person act that crazy in the back of a bus over hamburgers can't be that lucky," he pointed out. "Look, I work in the diner in town on Sundays, if you survive the frakking food binge you're about to partake in today, feel free to swing by tomorrow and I'll give you a milkshake or an entire pie or something."

Milkshake? Pie?

That faint smacking sound was Summer trying to control her salivating. "Ohmygod," she gushed, "yes please. Thank you. Ohmygod."

It was probably a trap, or something, but she didn't care.

"There's, like, totally a gym at this school, too, right? Because I am going to get so freaking fat."

She could already see herself hording food, for at least the first week or two. Sending all sorts of selfies with pizza and ice cream and sending them to Morty, making him weep. Mwa ha ha.

"There's a gym," Kanan promised. "At the school, and another one in town. Plenty of opportunity to work off those hamburgers."

You know, from the picnic.

"Seriously, they don't feed you? What's with the pills? They have you on rations or something?"

"Kind of, I guess?" Summer shrugged. "I don't know. Everyone gets paid with and eats these pills, it's ridiculous. I guess it's not surprising that not everywhere gets stuck with them, just us. That would be our luck. Whatever. If I don't have to stick with pills all the time while I'm here, I might actually be able to stomach it."

That almost made the Empire seem palatable, Summer.

Almost.

"Pills," Kanan muttered, shaking his head. "You're making Republic army rations sound like fine dining, here."

At least they got to supplement that garbage with whatever they could find.

Summer wrinkled her nose a little. "Yeah, sorry," she said. "Things back home kind of suck right now."

"Well, hopefully this won't be a complete torture camp for you," Kanan replied, shrugging. "If nothing else, we have hamburgers."

Go Fandom!

"Mmmm, hamburgers..."

And this would be Summer slipping into a Happy Place right now.

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