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BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

Saturday morning, an elderly teal and white RV pulled into the dropoff lane outside the airport and disgorged a lanky teenaged boy and his bags onto the pavement, the driver asking him as he went if he had his laptop, migraine medication, and assorted other essentials. "Now get going and make some friends," she told him. "I've got a consult to get to in Virginia."

"I love you, Grandma," he said, and closed the door of the RV. As Xylda peeled out on her way to, he assumed, her next mark, Manfred headed into the airport, stopping off at Starbucks for a caffeine infusion before following airport employees' instructions until he found the right room. He was apparently the first one here, but he knew it was the right place because of the incredibly glittery banner.

High school, here he came.

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Sabine had had a very tiring few days of jaunting around the multiverse that she hadn't known existed before, never actually getting where she needed to go. Then when she got to Baltimore, she ranted at a clerk who, when given her name, told her she was on the list for Fandom. Which was unexpected.

She was curious. It'd also been the first chance she had to get the few things she had brought with her. So she was sitting here, a girl in armor and pink and blue hair with her arms folded over her chest.

"Hey, uh, if you're trying to get to a convention or something, this is the wrong room, I think," Manfred said, trying to be helpful.

It was the most reasonable explanation he could think of for the armor, but he was prepared to be wrong here.

"Do I look like I'm going to a convention?" Sabine asked.

Mando armor was known everywhere!

"Kind of?" Manfred asked. "But you could also be going to...summer camp...?" Since that was what this was the room for.

"Wrong again," Sabine said, and paused. "You're going to this Fandom place?"

"Yeah, that's--what the sign says." Manfred indicated it in all its obnoxious glory.
"Is that where you're going too?" Maybe she just thought of it as 'boarding school.' That was fair.

"Apparently," she grumbled. "What are you going for?"

He seemed to know what was up, right?

"Uh, the school? Well, camp. Then school. At least, my grandma promised it wouldn't be like, summer school. I'm not behind academically or anything." He swore.

"Yeah, that's not my situation at all."

This was so weird.

"Okay, well, what is your situation? Maybe that'll help."

"I got bounced around the multiverse for like three days and now they're telling me I have to go to school."

He was probably not eckectibg that?

He was not, it was true. He considered it for a moment before he said, sympathetic, "Well, that sucks."

"Yeah, it does," she said. "So, do you actually know anything about this place?"

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Well, that was...a look. Astrid shifted in her seat a little for a better view, slowly reaching for her sketchbook in the easily-accessible front pocket of her bag, pulling the pencil out of its spiral binding.

If she got the other girl in profile, it could almost look like the poster for a taking-itself-way-too-seriously sci-fi movie or something.

Sabine noticed her after a moment, and knew that look because she did exactly what the other girl was doing.

Not that she'd say that right away. "What are you doing?"

Astrid glanced up at the other girl's question, which worked doubly to take her in a little more for the drawing as well as looking up to acknowledge her. Astrid tucked a stray strand of pale hair behind her eyes, shrugged a shoulder, and her eyes dropped back to the sketch.

"People watching," she offered. Not exactly mentioning that the people she was watching was this girl, but not exactly hiding the fact that it was definitely her armor slowly coming into being on the paper.

"Are you drawing me?" Sabine asked.

Astrid shrugged again, quickly added a little more shading to really emphasize the colors in the other girl's hair as well she could in grayscale, brushed a bit of lead from the page, and then turned the sketchbook to show her the picture.

Yup. Definitely drawing her. She'd been focusing on the armor and the hair, so the face looked almost artistically sketchy, but it was actually pretty good for the short time she'd been working on it.

"I really like your hair," she added, in an attempt to soften things a little if it turned out she was the type of person to really not appreciate random people in bus stations drawing their picture.

"Thanks," Sabine said, regarding her for a moment. "Can I see it when it's ready?"

She would never dream of telling another artist not to draw something that inspired them. She just had an academic interest in others' work.

"You don't mind?" Astrid asked, feeling a little surprise mixed in with her relief. She'd never really gotten caught drawing someone before. Or, if she had, no one paid her enough attention to bring it up.

"I draw people all the time," Sabine shrugged. "Do what you need to."

And that certainly ticked up Astrid's interest a bit.

"Are you an artist, too?"

"I do some things," she said, gesturing at her armor.

"You did your armor?" Astrid's brows went up, both interested and impressed. "As in you built it, sculpted it, or...?"

She had no idea how armor worked.

"I reformed it to fit me," Sabine explained, "but the paint job is all me."

Mandalorian armor tended to be less colorful.