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.

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[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.

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[apocalypsehow]

"...thank you." She knew manners, therefore, she could stay. He straightened out the paper to keep reading for a moment before lowering it again to look at her. "What are you doing here?"

Look, he was here to stop the apocalypse, not go to school.

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[utterly_alone]

Lydia gestured to the sign. "Going to boarding school." And now she felt like an idiot because she had assumed he was, too. "Aren't you?"

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[apocalypsehow]

"Do I look like I'd be going to boarding school?"

Yes. Yes, he did. Wait until he stole the terrible Umbrella Academy uniforms from his brother for something to wear.

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[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.

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[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.

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[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.

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[apocalypsehow]

"Are you?" Yes, that was surly sarcasm.

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[chef_chocobro]

Oh, now that Ignis was familiar with.

"Not particularly," he answered, with maybe a touch of dry humor in it, "no. But sometimes we have to try to make the best of the situation that has been handed to you..."

Or foisted persistently on you by two meddlesome and terribly stubborn blondes...

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[apocalypsehow]

"Are you a student?" If this was a college, he could at least pretend to not hate it completely as he figured things out.

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[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?”

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[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.

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[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

[apocalypsehow]

"Unfortunately not." Look, it concerned them both for vastly different reasons!

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[notfinishedyet]

Well at least the Swedes haven’t shown up!

“I see. So the date is wrong for you as well?” She asked as a woman walked by in denim pants! Goodness! Well. Clearly the Journal for Dress Reform was very successful! “I have a very strange feeling about this place. It is rather disconcerting.”

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[apocalypsehow]

At least Diego didn't have a Luther here to be dumber than shit with.

"By a few years, yes." He narrowed his eyes at her. "When are you from?"

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[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.

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[apocalypsehow]

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

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

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[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?"

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[apocalypsehow]

Five lowered his paper to give her A Look for that. "What?"

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[noonedecidesmyfate]

Right. Not a kingdom then.

"My father said he was sending me to a school. To keep me safe." Belle was clearly not a proponent of this plan. "I take it we're not there?" This certainly didn't look like her idea of a school. Or safe.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[apocalypsehow]

"Apparently there is a shuttle coming from the school," he replied, still giving her a suspicious look as he jerked his head over in the direction of the glitter covered sign.