BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

[misshapen_spark]

BWI had long since given up asking questions about the lounge with the glittery banner, and definitely didn't blink at the antics of the crowd that usually showed up. Generally, they did their best to ignore it all and pretend nothing ever happened.

Which was perfectly fine with Yang, because it meant no one was giving her dirty looks for taking her gauntlets apart and putting them back together, or telling her to get her boots off the furniture, or yelling at her for shooting balls of paper at the wall out of boredom.

If more people didn't start showing up, though, she was going to be So. Bored. It was going to be a shitty training camp if she was the only person there, though dad wouldn't have been so enthused about her getting accepted to it if it sucked.

Whatever. She could sprawl on this couch and play games on her scroll until something more interesting happened, which would hopefully be soon.

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Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[revengenotebook]

Paris stomped her way over to the lounge. "That's the last time I ever fly the JFK shuttle here," she said. "We drove around the airports so long I thought we were just going to get on the Jersey turnpike and drive the plane here. What a pointless flight."

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Please don't mind the giant shark man eying you a little strangely, Paris. It was simply that this little one seemed rather upset by something, but he couldn't fathom for the life of him exactly what she had been talking about. Did she speak a different language, one interspersed with Hylian? Or was he now simply feeling what Yang Xiao Long had been feeling when he was spewing about his homeland? Either way, it seemed wise to give her a wide breadth; being more like a newborn hatchling in this situation, he couldn't imagine he'd be very helpful, and might even make things worse!

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[revengenotebook]

Paris's eyes went wide. And then wider. And then even wider.

"What is the matter with you?" she demanded. "Why do you look like you're on the way to a comic book convention?"

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[in_sidon_we_trust]

And Sidon's eyes were nearly as wide as realized he had failed to pass her notice. Giant octoroks and Lizalfos he could handle without blinking an eye, but for some reason, this one made him feel quite intimidated. It was, hopefully, just the nerves at go along with such adventures at times.

"Pardon my ignorance," he said, ducking his head slightly in apology, "but what is a comic book convention?"

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[revengenotebook]

"A place where freaks dress up in costumes from comic books that I've never heard of and are weird together. It's not what you wear to go to a prestigious boarding school."

Because the shark thing was obviously a costume. Right?

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[in_sidon_we_trust]

And, for a brief moment, Sidon's confidence wavered. He frowned, and the fins on his brow seemed to droop a little. He patted his chest a little, fingering his sash with uncertainty.

"No," he said carefully. "I don't imagine it is. Oh, how troublesome. Does it seem but a mere costume? These accouterments are quite traditional and fitting for a prince such as myself. It did not even cross my mind that they might not be considered acceptable. I...I beg your pardon; I am not from around here..."

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[revengenotebook]

"Okay, points for being really into the role or whatever, but you can stop it now," Paris told him. "It's not going to impress me."

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[in_sidon_we_trust]

"I am...not trying to impress you," Sidon admitted, the confusion thick in his voice. He would, probably, be trying to impress her if he wasn't so battled. "I am merely trying to figure out if I have made a grave faux pas before I've even arrived. I don't mean to sound rude, but I do feel that you are being far more bewildering right now than you are helpful."

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[revengenotebook]

Paris, it was true, never really tried to be helpful. Ever.

"Showing up looking like a shark is definitely not normal," Paris informed him.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[in_sidon_we_trust]

"Then I suppose," said Sidon, after a long moment of frowning and considering his hands, his head tail, his hip fins, his feet, "I am definitely not normal, for I'm afraid this is simply how I look. How everyone looks where I am from."

And if looking at he did was not normal, well, then, he thought as he puffed out his chest and straightened his shoulders confidently after such an assessment, he was quite happy to not be normal.