fandomhigh | BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

One moment, there was nothing in the lounge except seating, banners, balloons, and a sign reading 'FANDOM HIGH'. The next moment, a swirl of a portal opened up and a small, white cat-like creature hopped out of it with a flirt of his tail. The concept of interplanetary travel was not new to Kyubey and he was mostly of the opinion that it just made sense that interdimensional travel was not much different, aside from the scale.

With a jump up onto a nearby bench, Kyubey glanced around at the airport—it looked much the same as any human airport that he'd seen--before settling down, head resting on his paws.

He was early, as he'd meant to be, which meant he was the first one here. Good, good. He'd get a chance to see the quality of the new students before gauging the potential of the current ones. The lure of so much energy, just waiting to be harvested… well, he couldn't be careless.

With a twitch of his ears at that thought, Kyubey waited.

Watched.

[~~Please to be waiting for the~~ OCD is up, up, and away!]

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Anakin had picked up on that small flash of disappointment, and gave her a tiny, encouraging smile in reply. "You don't have to be," he promised, "but I've been there for a decade and it's not that bad, I promise. I'm Anakin Skywalker, the Dean of Students."

Tisarwat took this information, considered it, and the corner of her mouth twitched up with a more genuine smirk. No less calculated, but much more sincere.

"So," she said, "it's pretty much your job to to tell me something like that."

"Oh, Principal Winchester would have to pay me much, much more to pretend to like anything," Anakin said with a genuine grin. "Like that bus? I hate that bus. It's not normally so--" he flailed his hands, "--covered in things."

Props to the glue the perpetrators found though, because it all stayed in place on the highway.

Of course, all these gloveless people would be the type to talk with their gloveless hands, too. Thankfully, Tisarwat could give all the things it was covered with a closer look instead.

"What's the occassion?" she asked. "Is it a holiday?"

"Well, people do look forward to the welcome picnic," Anakin said. "Just never normally with so many...craft projects."

Craft projects? As she inspected a particularly glittery red frog, Tisarwat couldn't help but marvel at the sheer amount of work that must have gone into something like this. Anakin might not have thought much of it, but she couldn't help but admire that sort of dedication, all in an attempt to celebrate (she assumed) the new students.

But the other part of it managed to catch Tisarwat's attention a little more, and with hardly any of the same good feelings.

"There's a picnic?" she asked, immediately thinking of Illyana and her sandwich and feeling a little ill.

All those people, eating without gloves...

"Will they be serving tea?"

The whole fact that she even had to ask that question was absurd. Any decent picnic that should hope to call itself a picnic would have tea, but, so far, this place was just stacking the disappointments almost higher than Tisarwat could reach, and she would not be surprised to discover that the depravity of this place went that far down.

She was going to have so much work to do.

"There will be tea," Anakin said, nodding. He tilted his head. "Does your culture not eat outside?"

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