BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

[apocalypsehow]

No more than a few minutes ago, Five had been waiting in Dallas, Texas in 1963 to make sure Kennedy died. The fact that he was in the future/past wasn't actually that strange for him. Because his job. The fact that he was now physically a teenager again, however, really was strange. And annoying.

Mostly annoying.

He grabbed a newspaper--it was 2021 somehow??--and a coffee to take a seat where he could unobtrusively observe people. The fact that he was basically a kid in an ill-fitting suit and sitting near a glittery sign that proclaimed this the pick up spot for Fandom High was just a side-note.

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Wait for the Shuttle

[apocalypsehow]

Normal things, you know?

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[utterly_alone]

Lydia had left Winter River this morning with mixed feelings. On the one hand, for the first time in years, it was sort of tolerable to be home. On the other, boarding school. Boarding school in a castle, by the looks of the brochure. And while Lydia knew full darn well that part of this was Delia just trying to get her stepdaughter out of her hair for awhile, and while she would really miss Adam and Barbara...this might be sort of all right.

She found the lounge and the sign - which, you know, she didn't exactly love but as long as the glitter didn't get on her and her head-to-toe black, she wouldn't care - and gave a little nod to Five in greeting before taking a nearby seat.

"Are you actually reading that or just trying to look busy while you wait?" she asked with very little inflection, nodding to his paper.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[apocalypsehow]

Five glanced over the top of the paper in the most 'annoyed old man' gesture possible. Because he was one, damn it.

"Maybe it's to keep kids from asking me ridiculous questions like that."

Yep. Kids.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[utterly_alone]

Lydia actually raised a brow, plucking up a copy of Newsweek that she was just going to blatantly use to look busy and not even pretend to read, thank you. "Oh, okay. Nice suit."

He looked like a total weirdo. But, you know. Total weirdos were kind of Lydia's people, so she also actually kind of meant it.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[chef_chocobro]

Just when Ignis thought this whole thing couldn't get even more ridiculous than it already was, Nina and Prompto had insisted that he not merely take a portal to Fandom, but that he got the 'whole experience' by portaling to BWI...and taking the newbie shuttle to the island.

It was wholly unfair. They'd hit him with a double-whammy of puppy dog eyes, and, at that point, he knew the effort of putting those puppies down would not outweigh simply bracing himself and bearing it.

So there he was, waiting very unnecessarily in an airport bus terminal, most certainly getting glitter on his otherwise immaculate jacket, and being incredibly disappointed with this excuse for what this world called coffee from a place called Starbucks. It was criminal that they should call it that, much less.charge what they did for it.

Which just lead him to pulling out his phone and texting Summer:

Please tell me you have managed to supply your store with the Ebony I mentioned to you by now

And then, to assuage the worry that had been setting low in his stomach all day since he.left, he texted Gladio:

Please ensure that Noctis sticks to his meal plan for the weekend. I don't want to return to a lethargic prince who should have known better.

And then he frowned at his phone waiting for either of them to reply, because this idleness would possibly be the death of him.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[apocalypsehow]

Five just lowered his newspaper long enough to give the man a suspicious once over. Just in case. Because the Commission would be onto him soon enough and it didn't hurt to be safe.

And then maybe a judgmental/confused look over the whole cell phone thing. Cell phones were for other canons, thanks.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis was giving his phone a withering look, because Gladio had responded with you want me to send you photos of the empty containers as proof? which Ignis knew was a joke, but he was still going to respond with Yes, thank you, that would be quite helpfulhow to. He hadn't even been to a normal school himself as a child, and his only experience was with Noctis, really, and that was...different.

"Excited for school, are you?" he tried.

He supposed a conversation would be better than glowering at his phone, anyway, tucking it away to be polite.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[notfinishedyet]

The journey to America had been a rather long one. Traveling via ship took a very long time and for the sake of avoiding her brothers, Enola had taken on the identity of a young widow for the entire time. When she finally in Baltimore she had to hire a porter to arrange for transport from the wharf to a strange place know only as BWI. She managed to change before leaving, shedding the image of a widow for a young lady. However when the porter dropped her off at a strange building she realized that this was not the world she knew. It was strange and very loud.

It was then she noticed the Newspaper outside of the place she was supposed to be ferried to school and saw the year.

“Oh, my. Mother. What have you gotten me into?”

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[apocalypsehow]

Well, that was one big ol' mess up to the timeline right there. But you know what? Not his monkey, not his circus.

...no offense, Pogo.

"Apparently the line for boarding school starts here," Five said, not looking away from his paper.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[notfinishedyet]

“Thank you,” Enola said briskly looking around again. Either the Americans were quite different when it came to fashions or...

Well. What was it her brother said? Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.

Well. This was quite improbable.

“I apologize for interrupting but is the date on that newspaper correct? Not a mistake?

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[noonedecidesmyfate]

Her father had said he was sending her somewhere safe. He had already procured the necessary magic bean for a portal and it was decided she would attend this new school, beginning immediately. Belle had protested, naturally, but to no avail.

And now she was here, in an utterly strange environment (it was very bright and very loud and very unnatural), surrounded by things that made no sense and people in very odd clothing. Of course, she was dressed like someone straight out of a fairytale and would likely look strange to the rest of them but that would occur to her later.

"Where am I?" she asked to no one in particular.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[apocalypsehow]

Belle. Belle, Five had questions about bean based travel.

"Baltimore, Maryland. 2021," Five said, not looking up from his newspaper.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[noonedecidesmyfate]

You and everyone else, Five. Literally everyone.

Were those names and the number meant to mean something? They did not. "Beg pardon? Maryland is a kingdom?"

Trip to Fandom

[apocalypsehow]

Where the driver and guest will ping in!

Re: Trip to Fandom

[sith_happened]

If it seemed like the bus appeared out of thin air, it was because Nina had somehow managed to make it so the frelling thing disappeared when it was in motion.

Just the bus. Not the people in it. It was a Look, but at least it was a look without inflatable flamingoes, so Anakin was just gritting his teeth and bearing it.

He got out of the bus and stalked into the airport. "FANDOM HIGH!" he bellowed. "Let's go!"

Re: Trip to Fandom

[apocalypsehow]

Yeah, Five was just gonna squint at that thing. That thing happening right there. But he sure as hell wasn't gonna show how it was weird or anything.

That was reserved for basic human kindness and familial affection. As was the case for all the Hargreeves brood.

"I don't know if the yelling is necessary."

Re: Trip to Fandom

[sith_happened]

"Sometimes people have headphones in," Anakin explained.

Re: Trip to Fandom

[chef_chocobro]

Being distracted by his phone and this insulting excuse for a cup of coffee, Ignis only looked up when the rallying call had been let out.

And having been subjected to a deluge of pictures and videos of previous Crimes Against Shuttles, he couldn't help feeling quite a bit...underwhelmed.

"Huh," he mused, slipping his phone into a pocket. "I somehow expected quite a bit...more."

But he knew Nina. And now he regretted not insisting on just portaling to the island after all...

Re: Trip to Fandom

[sith_happened]

"More of what?" Anakin asked.

Re: Trip to Fandom

[utterly_alone]

"That was very loud," Lydia said, unable to conceal her little wince as she wandered over. It had sure looked like that bus appeared out of thin air, but...maybe she'd seen it wrong?

Or maybe the Maitlands weren't the only weird thing she could see. Lydia was keeping her options open.

Re: Trip to Fandom

[notfinishedyet]

“One moment!”

Enola had lost sight of any baggage handler and was now trying to drag a trunk almost as big as her to that strange automobile.

Re: Trip to Fandom

[noonedecidesmyfate]

Belle jumped at the clearly magicked and unfamiliar vehicle appearing outside the window. Then jumped again at the bellow from the man who had just walked in to the building.

"You're from the...school?" He certainly seemed to be but it was best to be certain. Her father had, she was now sure, not done his research on this very thoroughly. But she could have told him that, if he'd bothered to listen.

OOC

[apocalypsehow]

Sleet and ice here. THANKS, 2021.

Re: OOC

[utterly_alone]

It just started here and we're supposed to get like three inches of snow, an ice storm, followed by more snow.

I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE AN IMPROVEMENT, 2021.

Re: OOC

[apocalypsehow]

I WAS GONNA GO GET GROCERIES.