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BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday morning

Kiem had no idea where he was. Well, he sort knew, he was in the Portalocity Lounge, waiting for a shuttle to take him to his new school, which seemed to be as far away as the Emperor had been able to send him.

It could be worse, he supposed. He tried to hold on to that thought.

A large, glittery sign said FANDOM HIGH. It was hard to miss. Kiem sat down on a seat next to him and let the hoverchest that had floated next to him lower on to the floor.

He looked at his wristband. There was no connection, just some stored data available. We wasn't even going to be able to check the dartcar results.

[Newbie shuttle! ~~After some OCD~~ that is now up]

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"That hat doesn't come off," Anakin explained. Sort off.

"I'm...sorry?" Jon offered, since he didn't seem happy about that.

"The hat is stuck on my head," Anakin said, "and I know exactly whose fault it is."

"That sounds unpleasant," Jon said. "Is it...that is, I'm wondering if it's only ugly, or if there's something else to it."

Hopefully it wasn't turning his brain into noodles.

"It's just ugly," Anakin said. "It's very, very ugly."

"I hated to say it." Jon fidgeted a moment. "Look, I was hoping to...to maybe get a lift where you're going? Only I've just shown up here and I haven't got a wallet or...or anything, really."

And he really didn't want to try compelling anyone. Or walk any further.

Anakin frowned. "I'm going to a high school, this isn't just a shuttle service," he said. "Unless you're supposed to be going to Fandom as well?"

"I..." What could he say, that he'd had a feeling? That he thought he'd fare better with odd people from other worlds than dumped in the States? "I think so?"

It wasn't...quite...a lie.

Anakin glanced down at his clipboard. "What's your name?"

Jon started thinking of all the ways he could explain he wasn’t on the list, but Beholding was silent as to what the list actually was, so. “Jonathan Sims.”

Anakin glanced down the list. "Here you are. Literature teacher."

"I'm probably...wait, what?"

Jon was so startled he forgot not to ask a question. Then he breathed a sigh, relieved that no compulsion had slipped out.

"I...I'm really not a teacher!"

"Neither are most of our teachers," Anakin said. "We had a summer-long class about riding a bike."

"Yes, but I didn't even know I'd be here. I'm not entirely sure how or why I am here. I can't possibly be a teacher!"

Jon. Jon, you wanted him to let you on the bus.

Jon pinched the bridge of his nose. Maybe they could figure this out later. The bus driver was wearing a cup noodle hat; this clearly wasn't Oxford.

...probably wasn't Oxford.

"Fine, I'll...just sit in a noodle chair. Just so long as nothing is likely to eat the bus."

It did smell like shrimp.

"I've done this run a lot and we've only been attacked by a goat demon once," Anakin said.

"What?" Jon looked horrified. "You...a- a goat demon."

That did not sound good!

"Just the once!" Anakin said.

"Once out of...you've been doing this for a while, I hope."

Jon was not keen to get eaten by a goat demon.

"Fifteen years or so," Anakin said.

"So that's. Right." Jon nodded. "Those are pretty good odds."

Hopefully Jon's standard luck wouldn't rub off on everyone else here.

He nodded again, mostly to himself, and tentatively climbed aboard, eyeing the noodle seats dubiously.

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