Portalocity Terminal, JFK, Thursday Morning

[life_inshadow]

... okay, so the thing about taking the first cheap portal she could find was that it meant the travel path kind of sucked. Tara had spent most of the previous day on some planet where the native life form and most of the fellow passengers appeared to be a blob of red jelly.

On the bright side, there'd been a Cinnabon outlet.

She'd made it to New York in one piece, though, and was now resting on a bench, waiting for Jono. The crowds were overwhelming after three months at home, but in a way the distraction was a relief -- it meant she wasn't getting trapped in her own head so much.

Furtively, she checked her phone. No calls from home so far. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

[OOC: For the dude on fire. NFB due to distance.]

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[life_inshadow]

"I know," Tara said, with a silly little smile. "But it has to be warm popcorn. Cold popcorn ... it's like it had all the fun surgically removed."

She headed toward the vendor to place her order, wallet in hand.

[furnaceface]

Jono ambled along behind her, hands in his jacket pockets. It had been ages since he'd had popcorn, and he couldn't help but be just the slightest bit jealous about it, but it wasn't one of those incapacitating things that had plagued him so much, years ago.

//If it goes cold, I'm certain there's a pond or something with ducks on it,// he noted. //Ducks like popcorn.//

It had been a long time since he'd fed the ducks, too. For... a few reasons.