BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

[thegreatmanfredo]

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.

Comments

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[thegreatmanfredo]

"Starfleet," Manfred repeated. So, alien, then. Right. "Hey, I got sent here to improve my socialization skills, too! Not, uh, not for Starfleet. Just because."

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[likesthebeatsandshouting]

It was nice to not be the only one who needed that.

"Because is not a reason."

Thank you for that, Jaylah.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[thegreatmanfredo]

The reason was so that he could be a more effective con artist, so he wasn't exactly about to share that. "I grew up with my grandma. Not exactly used to kids my own age. So," he shrugged. "Boarding school."

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[likesthebeatsandshouting]

See, she'd totally think that was a reason! Survival was important.

"Why is it boarding?"

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[thegreatmanfredo]

"Because we live there. I don't know why it's called that," he admitted.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[likesthebeatsandshouting]

She made a face, making the command decision to not call this a boarding school.

"So long as it is not just me."