Description: Jace and a somewhat narcoleptic Shun meet Cammy in an airport departure lounge.
This is an airport, but certainly a nice one by any stretch. The waiting areas and clean and comfortable, there's a large duty-free shopping area, a eating area, and the terminal customer service desks are fairly accessible. A tram goes by every few minutes to drop off more passengers, who flow into the terminal waiting areas. A pleasant female voice announces arrivals and departures over a loud speaker, prefaced by a pleasant jingle.
Jace Timmons is walking along the concourse toward the British Airways terminal alongside an older man in his early thirties. There is a terse and serious conversation going back and forth between the two, as the older man is trying to convince the younger man of a great idea that he has had. The younger man seems to want nothing of it. Finally, Jace turns towards the older man, "Look, I trust you, but it doesn't chance that fact that I don't care what your market analytics say. I'm not comfortable wearing buttless rhinestone-studded chaps on top of skinny jeans. It's not happening."
The older man excuses himself, and Jace nods his head. His road manager makes towards the duty-free shops while Jace heads towards the waiting area. He tosses a carry on bag under one of the chairs and then lands on top of it himself. He leans back, giving a big yawn and then closing his eyes briefly.
Cammy unlike some can't fly, and she doesn't have Shadaloo stealth bombers to commandeer anymore, so now she usually travels the same way everybody else does, when in her own time anyway. So she's settled in the departure lounge, a kit bag balanced in her lap. A fairly small kit bag, as she has perfected the art of travelling light. No doubt because her usual attire can fit into a bag rather easily, judging from the usual getup she has on at the moment. There's enough space in that kit bag for any number of leotards and tubes of camo paint after all.
As airports are generally boring places she looks bored, looking up at the big screens. But she is patient, so she's not fidgeting or anything, merely staring, and lost in her own thoughts.
But attentive enough, as she slowly turns her head to face Jace, on the row of seats opposite. He looks vaguely familiar.
Maybe Jace Timmons only closes his eyes for a few seconds at a time, all the time, or maybe he feels the eyes of Cammy on him. Either way, the end result is the same. Opening his eyes, he lifts his head and turns it towards her. He nods his head in acknowledgement of her, a wary look passing across his face for a millisecond. Finally, he gives her a glittering smile before he tilts his head in wonderment, "I know you from somewhere." He says that vaguely, intimating they he might know Cammy by face or reputation. Things seem to click, and Jace lifts up a hand to snap his fingers, "That's it." He drops his hand back to the rail of his chair and says matter of factly:
"You're a fighter who fights in less than I do."
Cammy arches a brow at that. She has done a few public appearances, but not many. The odd exhibition and the like perhaps. "How would you know that?" she asks, mildly irked. "Not every battle is some meaningless televised tournament, staged for the benefit of fans and the curious. The most important goings on don't happen on TV, I can assure you."
"And you appear to have me at a disadvantage, sir. Who are you? You do look to be vaguely familiar somehow..." she muses, peering at him with her big blue eyes. The ever serious Cammy doesn't really have much time to waste listening to music and the like, but she's pretty sure she's seen him in the background, maybe on a screen in a pub or something.
Jace's smile widens at her choice of response, his eyebrows raising with skepticism at the last part, "I've seen you on TV a couple times. I'm a fan of fighting, if you will, and you could say you're on my radar. Right at the edge, maybe?" He leans forward, righting himself in his chair and continues, "You're mistaken, however. You're not disadvantaged at all. You're the fighter who fights wearing slightly less than I do, and I'm the fighter who fights wearing slightly more than you do." He leans forward, crossing his arms over his lap with the same bright smile.
"Nice to meet you."
Cammy frowns at that. She didn't like the uniform at all when she first got it, but she must admit it's grown on her somewhat. It doesn't have anything loose or baggy to grab at, so the Hakan's of this world come up blank. "This is my uniform, actually. I'm not wearing it as a fashion statement or anything like that.". She reaches up, to adjust her beret.
"Unlike your assless chaps.". Yeah, she has good ears, and she shakes her head, amused. "Americans.". Not said in a scathing way mind, she has too many Yank friends for that. "Nice to meet you, too. So, what is your name?" she asks, having tried to be subtle and failed. So she just asks!
"His name is Jason Timmons, call him Jace." Shun answers as she walks down the isle, can of coke in one hand and a hot-dog in the other. She offers Jace a playful wink and heads on to join the two chatting folks. "I'm Shun Himura, I've met Jace before. Just call me Shun"
She offers a smile as she sits down, before leaning back and chugging some of her coke. "So who are you? Unlike Jace, I don't believe I'm familiar with you. Is this an error that should be corrected?" She smirks cockily. "Anyway, how are you doing today, Jace, Miss?"
Jace's eyebrows ramp up a notch, "A uniform? Well, I can sincerely say I hope I'm flying on your airline, Miss." He looks over towards Shun now, his smile not wavering, "Hey Shun-chan, did you get a hot dog for me too?" His eyes then narrow suspiciously, "Or... Did Robbie tell you not to?" He turns towards Cammy, "Robbie is the Village People fan you obviously heard pitching his wardrobe malfunction idea." He then looks back to Shun quickly, "And you should correct this error. She made a comment that was funny..." He tilts his head back in thought, waving a hand in a circle as if trying to tread that thought to the surface, then he continues, "...and yet, not your typical British rainy-day dry humor."
He rotates his body towards Cammy just slightly, "As my Shun mentioned, my name's Jace."
Cammy blinks at Shun when his name is revealed. "Oh. You're that singer guy?" she asks, gaze going back to Jace. "I've heard of you. One of my mates is a big fan of yours. Maybe you could give me you autograph? I'm sure he'd like that. And maybe you are, if you're flying to London.". She unzips her kit bag, and starts rummaging around inside, amidst the spare leotards and hairbrushes, essential supplies for wandering Cammies. Looking for her notebook, and a pen, so he can write on it.
"Oh, I'm not really anybody important." she says somewhat evasively. "Hi Shun. I'm Cammy White.". Modesty forbids her from too much bragging, but the (ex?) assassin doesn't really like the idea of being recognised everywhere. She's already noticed that she gets a mixed reception in some quarters. Drawing out her notepad finally, she adds, "I'm not exactly known for my sense of humour.", all serious.
"-Your- Shun?" Shun asks incredulously, staring at Jace like he's gone bonkers. "Say that one more time, Jace, and I'm beating you up." She sounds somewhat jocular, but the message is very serious. She's okay with being called Shun-Chan though, apparently.
"It's a pleasure, miss White." She pauses and digs through her memory. "Wait, weren't you looking for Masters-Sensei a while ago?" She purses her lips in thought. "Someone who looks a lot like you, at least. I'll tell Masters-Sensei that a miss White is looking for him next time I see him, if you don't mind?"
Jace seems to be adept at covering it up most times, but right here, right now, his poker face is shot. Las Angeles to Dallas, Dallas to New York, and now waiting to catch a flight direct to London-Heathrow has taken its toll on him. He quickly cringes, then smooths out his face to shoot a assured grin towards Shun as he reaches out to take the notepad and pen from Cammy, "Sorry, Shun-chan. I skip words when I'm performing and it seems to be getting into my regular speach patterns." He leans back, holding the pen up to his face like a microphone and starts singing.
o/~ Breakin' -- A minor, baby! o/~
Anyone would know that line from the chorus of his number one single 'Breakin' In Am' (Am being the note, A minor, the title of the song being quite the cause for controversy some time back). He holds his hands out pleadingly to Shun, "See?" He looks towards Cammy as he opens the notebook, beginning to draw, "It's really a cheap trick. I stop singing, and the crowd keeps singing. Nobody misses a word, I take a quick breather, and it's also like hey! I don't lipsync, see?" He then laughs, "Really? You're not known for your sense of humor? Well... I didn't say hit the comedy circuit, but I did find what you said legit funny. Robbie would probably find it less so." He then looks up, "What's your mate's name?" He then looks back down to the notebook, continuing to scribble. He begins talking, but it's quickly realized that he's talking out his thoughts. Less than crazy, it's easily figured moments later that he is teasing Shun, "When I call Shun 'my Shun' she'll beat me up. Hmm. Can't say I won't enjoy that."
"Oh, yes, that was me." Cammy replies, blinking at Shun. "I remember now. We met in Metro City briefly. No need to bother Mr Masters any further, I already met him. At this airport in fact. My business with him was concluded, to our mutual satisfaction, I think.".
She smiles a thin sort of smile at Jace at his rendition; no, she's not exactly the sort who has fun as a high priority in life. But she's happy enough to collect autographs for her friends so she can't be that bad. "Um, if you put down Major McCoy, I'm sure he'd like that." she suggests, leaning forward a bit, though he's too far away for her to really see what he's writing. The big lug.
As for the byplay between Shun and Jace... she just widens her eyes slightly, watching the proceedings. Sounds like they are married or something...
That last comment made by Jace earns him a punch to the shoulder. It's not nearly made as strong as if she was fighting for serious, but still. "Don't joke about that. I'm not available, nor tied to you." She sits back down after that and takes a bite out of her hot-dog and looks back towards Cammy.
"Oh, well than. I hope everything will work out right, miss White." She shrugs and takes a sip of coke. "So where's your manager, Jace? Making a phone call to try to get you into some crazy shenanigans you don't want again?"
With a grunt, Jace stops drawing to look up to Shun with a smile, "Thank you, ma'am, may I have another." He sticks his tongue out at her, then shakes his head, going back to the drawing as he grumbles, "I swear your first word wasn't mama or papa, it was mine. You place an awful lot of value on a word meant with very little sincerity." He glances up towards Cammy for a moment, smirking and shooting her a quick wink before he raises one eyebrow and glaring at Shun. He grins, putting the finishing touches on the autograph and offering the pen and notepad back to Cammy, "Here you go!" It's a drawn picture of a fist coming straight off the paper with the thumb tucked neatly underneath. The words and signature of the autograph are written below:
Major McCoy,
Thanks for being a fan.
Jace Timmons.
He looks up to Cammy with a smile, "Would you like one too?" He then tilts his head, "And do you really know the Sensei?" He seems pleased with this somehow, "Small world."
Cammy smiles another thin smile, and manages not to shrug, or look /too/ noncommittal. "Sure, alright. You better put it on the next page though. Or on the back of the front cover, maybe.". She nudges the notepad and pen back to him so he can add a second autograph.
"It already has worked out for me, Shun. It was only a brief meeting really, I just wanted to tell him something is all; And if by 'Sensei' you mean the same Ken Masters, I only really know him by reputation. I've met him once is all. So the world is not that small... I think probably everybody on the planet knows him by reputation, so I'm hardly special there." she notes, with a small nod.
Reaching forward, Jace accepts the notepad back and opens it up to the back cover. He pops open the pen and leans over to begin his work. Every so often, he looks up to glance at either Cammy or Shun. He chews his lower lip as he draws, his eyes almost plastered to the paper in front of him. He looks up, peering intently towards Cammy and then returns to the page. He does the same for Shun a moment later. There is a brief look of disappointment on his face, and a sad 'Hmm' emitted from the Ansatsuken fighter. He the chuckles, scrawling words on the back of the notepad and laughing. He hands the notebook to Shun, "Hot dog break, Shun-chan. Sign this." When he receives the notepad back, he turns it around and hands it back to Cammy. Upon it is drawn three figures sitting in the same chairs that Jace, Shun and Cammy are sitting in.
The figure furthest to the left is that of a Japanese girl in her teens. She is wearing a short kimono like those worn by Karate practitioners, a black belt shaded in with the pen, and a skirt. In her right hand, this girl holds a hot dog. She bares a solid resemblance to Shun, only drawn with cartoon lines. She is delivering a punch to the central figure...
A boy in his late teens with spikey hair. He's wearing a button-down shirt, skinny jeans and what very well could be assless chaps if it weren't for the fact that he too is sitting in a chair. His face is contorted as the punch from the figure to the right is taking him at the chin. He holds a notepad and a pen, and small musical notes are sketched around his head.
FThe figure to e far right is a tastefully drawn portraiof Cammy. The figure seems disenchanted with the happenings to her right. He arms are crossed and her head is purposefully looking away from the pair to her right. The image is tasteful as she has her legs crossed at the knees, lending itself more to the detached motiff of the figure.
Below the figure of Jace, is is his signature and a message 'Nice meeting you!'. Below the figure to the far left is Shun's signature if she decided to sign it.
Not bad for five minutes worth of drawing. He's an artist for sure.
Cammy blinks as this seems to be taking quite a while, and when she's passed back her notebook, her eyes widen, impressed, her mouth creased by a smile as she notes the attire of the young man in the middle. "Thats me?" she asks, indicating the image on the right, and shaking her head a little. "I look so ... annoyed. And sad.".
She looks up at him with a frown. "I don't really look like that, do I?" she wonders. "And I'm not as annoyed or sad as all that you know. Maybe an airport is not the best place for smiles, admittedly.". She does cross her legs at the knees though, like she is in the picture, getting somewhat self conscious.
"Thank you, anyway." she finishes, rather more enthused by this than she would by just an autograph.
Smacking his lips, Jace seems annoyed for a moment but then nods, commenting seriously, "Everything except the eyes. I don't do those well." He leans forward, shaking his head emphatically and then responding, "The expressions is artistic license. What us Yanks call situational humor. Anyways, I have a strong ego. I don't think you are anything short of gushing to meet me." He then gestures towards Shun, "And Shun-chan, because she's going to be a famous fighter one day too. She's wrecking the Neo-League Development Project right now. She's taken down all-comers."
"It's not merely the expression, it's the whole posture really..." Cammy replies, looking down at her cartoon self. "I'm sure some of my mates will find it hysterical though." she says ruefully.
"I see. I did see one of Shun's fights, I do watch those NDP things sometimes." Cammy admits. "But not enough to really recognise most of the people in it - aside from Quon Chen, I do know him. He was injured in the war against Shadaloo, I happened to be the one assigned to debrief him in the hospital after we picked him up. A familiar face.".
She leans back in the chair momentarily. "Is Ken Masters training Shun, then?" she inquires. "I seem to remember her style was very similar to his, and she does seem quite close to him from what I've seen of her.".
Raising an eyebrow in confusion, Jace smiles and asks, "So, does that mean you're like... in the military or something?" He glances towards Shun for a moment and then nods his head to Cammy, "Yeah. Ken trained her in Ansatsuken. From what I've seen, she's a quick learner to boot."
He turns his head to regard Shun with that same challenging smile, "How long have you been training now, Shun-chan?"
Cammy nods at Jace's question, and looks down at herself. And her uniform. Camo painted legs, beret - it is a uniform, of sorts at least, though perhaps a rather exotic one. "Yes, I am more or less in the armed forces." she admits. "I was part of the NATO taskforce in China at the time, though it proved to be quite a dull assignment really; I was injured and ended up missing most of it. By the time I'd recovered it was winding down. So just debriefs and paperwork left for me to do."
Glancing over at Shun, she goes on. "I wasn't aware Mr Masters was much involved in training up and comers. You must be very lucky. Or skilled, or charismatic, or something, to catch his eye." she says, with a small smile. "Though he does seem like quite a friendly man to me.".
Jace says, "Would you rather not RP now? Cammy and I can finish the scene up."
"Skilled, miss White." Shun answers Cammy without hesitation, though charismatic and lucky likely apply as well. She looks back towards Jace and offers him a grin, "Less than half a year, though I've not approached Masters-Sensei until I felt ready to study under him." She takes another bite from her hotdog, finishing it up. "So when do I get to beat you up properly, Jace?" She pauses.
"You know you deserve a beating."
Peering towards Cammy, Jace's eyebrows raise slowly as he nods his head, "I see." He looks away for a moment, obviously embarassed before he explains, "I'm sitting here thinking you're an air hostess or something." He shakes his head slowly at his own profound dumbness until he looks towards Shun. His grin is back in full force as he takes a deep breath, "Well, you can try to beat me up when you agree not to kick, punch or fireball me in the face."
He continues to smirk towards Shun, "People say I'm smart, and talented, and business minded, blah blah blah, but no..." He lifts his index finger, using it to circle his own face, "This is how I make my money. Right here." He drops his hands and then shrugs, "I'm ok with this."
"An /air hostess/? I look like an air hostess?". Cammy's eyes widen fractionally, and for the first time in the whole conversation, she actually looks a bit genuinely emotional for a moment. Emotional as in, aggrieved. She has a number of rather biting comments that she could reply with, but she refrains from using any of them, merely shaking her head slightly. "Well... I guess if the air hostesses worked out that much we wouldn't need sky marshals at least." she eventually says.
Not that she works out. Just like Fezzik the Giant, she has no idea where all those muscles came from. She doesn't even exercise! (much)
"Yes, I saw one of your NDP fights, or whatever they are called." Cammy tells Shun. "Beating Quon. Given he was quite badly injured when I saw him I guess it was good that he was fighting at all - even if he was losing.".
Only Shun is absolutely, positively, 100 percent out like a light. She has fallen asleep with the half-eaten hotdog in her hand, and the coke perching precariously on her knee.
Jace's eyes widen as he looks over the state of his friend, blinks, and then reaches forward to remove the coke from her grip. He sets it on the floor behind a chair leg to avoid getting it kicked, and then leans back in his own chair. His eyes look towards Cammy, "Sorry for Shun-chan. She's not being rude, I think she has a hard time sleeping on planes is all. She actually traveled from Japan, to Las Angeles to meet with me before flying here, so she's pretty jet lagged."
He then laughs and shakes his head, "Why else would someone be sitting here in a leotard in the airport. I apologize for my mistake. Though, if you were an air hostess, I'd see my ticket changing quickly if your company had service to Great Brittain." He laughs again, his eyes looking across the terminal as he asks non-chalantly, "So what do you do in the military? Everyone has a specific job, right?"
Cammy ahs sympathetically. She likes her sleep, and hates anything that disturbs it, including jet lag. "Understandable. I fly all around the world, and am just the same. Someone needs to invent a teleporter.". There's a brief pause, before she adds, "Who isn't hopelessly evil.".
"I've never seen an air hostess in a leotard. What companies do /you/ use?" she asks him, slightly bemused. "Let alone a beret. And I am going to Heathrow, just not as an air hostess...". She shrugs thin shoulders at his question. "I'm nobody of any great consequence." she tells him, thinking of the Official Secrets Act. "I follow orders pretty much, the same as most people in the military. Special forces, of sorts, I suppose." she admits, hoping that's not bragging or anything.
Jace's grin widens, and his eyes take on a maniacal light as he explains, "That's the problem, isn't it? To invent a teleporter that doesn't take as long as everything else anyway, you've gotta' be propelled faster than light. It's hard to propel an entire person faster than light, so you have to break them down to their base molecules and then propel those faster than light. Only people concerned with breaking people down to their base molecules are the evil and the insane. Or so an episode of Star Trek taught me."
He laughs, nodding his head, "I'm still young, you see. Experimenting and redefining my marketing identity, so I'm no so much attracted to brand name airlines as attractive women in leotards." He then shakes his head, seeming almost annoyed for a moment, "You keep saying you're nobody of great consequence. Do you think I'm weighing your importance or something? Like, if I think you're someone important, I'll talk to you more? try to bump you up to first class to get on your good side?" He giggles, literally giggles, shaking his head. He tilts his head, continuing to listen before he nods his head, "Must be really exciting... and dangerous."
Cammy rolls her eyes, though with some amusement. "No. I mean that if I go and tell a bunch of soldiers in the pub back home that I'm special forces, it's like a red rag to the bull, just no end of hassle. Curiosity, rivalry, and everything in between. I'm not trying to make out I'm important, quite the contrary. I don't like attention.". Which makes her choice of attire even more curious, really. "Plus, people assume you're lying.".
She shrugs. "You ask a lot of questions about what I do! I'm just saying it doesn't really matter, I guess. Beyond that I am emphatically not an air hostess, of course. And wheedle tickets out of you?". She's quite surprised he even thought that one up, and just shakes her head, braids waving to and fro gently. "You really thought I was trying to do that?". She glances up at the big screen on the wall. "Right now I'm just waiting, so nothing at all exciting or dangerous, I'm afraid.".
Jace lifts his head, blinking towards Cammy, "Wait what?" He narrows his eyes for a second, squinting towards Cammy. Maybe he's near-sighted. For one of the few times that has been seen, his grin fades, "You heard me wrong. That's not what I said at all. If anything, you come off as far too classy to try that, nor would I let you get away from it. I said you were telling me you're nobody important so I wouldn't talk to you anymore, and I would have to try to bribe you with first-class tickets in order to get on your good side." He sighs, "I blame pop music."
He seems more subdued now, leaning back in his chair with his brow pulled down in consternation. He looks back up to Cammy, shaking his head, "I'm just interested in you. That's all." He trails off, looking around the airport, "And anyway, I'm sitting here talking to you while my friend is passed out, when I could be bored into committing a sin. So right here, right now, you're my salvation. How unimportant is that?"
"Oh ok." Cammy replies lightly. "My mistake then. Pop music? I never really listen to music." she tells him with a faintly amused look. "Never seem to have the time for it. So I guess you might have to explain that one to me, as well...". She glances down at the sleeping Shun, and notes, "She's probably the lucky one, so long as she doesn't miss her flight.".
"I seem to have ruined your day." she notes after a little while, frowning slightly. "Sorry. I'm not trying to wind you up or anything." she assures him. "Bored? you want to play noughts and crosses or something?" she says with a small smile. "Patience is a virtue.".
Jace peers towards Cammy, looking completely vexxed at this point. He tilts his head, "How old are you?" He then spouts, "Pop music is a form of music borrowing elements of jazz, rock and roll, urban, dance and American country music, yet is distinguishable by short to medium-length songs, using a basic format for easier teen-girl memorization, such as repeating choruses, melodic sounds and catchy hooks. It's music made for mass appeal rather than artistic depth." He glances towards Shun for a moment, shaking his head, "We're on the same flight. She's going to Europe for a fight, I'm going for a concert in London. That is, I'm performing."
He shakes his head, "No, you haven't ruined my day. It's a misunderstanding. They happen all the time. You speak that English English, so confusion was bound to happen at some point." He smirks towards her, intimating with the small gesture that all is forgiven if all is forgiven. He tilts his head, leaning forward as he asks, "What is noughts and crosses?" Finally he laughs, shaking his head as he stares dreamily towards her, with the hint of sarcasm behind it, "Really, Cammy? Patience is a virtue?" His voice taking on a completely new persona, becoming husky as he continues, "What, in our short time knowing each other, would make you think I'm virtuous?" He laughs, his voice returning his normal pitch, "How do you play?"
"Oh, I know what pop music is, I just don't really listen to music much, so I'm not sure what you're implying really, is all. And I'm eighteen." Cammy tells him. She's not actually sure how old she is in truth, but she /looks/ eighteen, and thats good enough for her. She should probably ask Lita when she gets back, there must be a birth certificate somewhere, right?
"Noughts and crosses? Oh, nothing too fun. I think you guys call it tic tac toe? something like that. I was only joking really - a bad joke.". She blinks at his dreamy look, slightly wary, and then smiles at his change of voice, before shaking her head slightly. "Are you trying to impress me?" she asks, wondering if thats what this is all about. Maybe Ibuki would like to meet this guy... "Oh, I'm sure your virtuous enough. You're funny, anyway - sort of." she says, with an innocent smile. "A concert? Maybe I'll go - if I have time. I suspect I'll be busy though... there's always so much to do.".
Peers suspiciously at Cammy, "I think you're trying to confuse me. Unless you're referring to why I'm blaming pop music for our miscommunication. Simply stated, it melts your brain." He then nods emphatically, grinning wildly, "Really, it does. I make tons of money melting peoples brain." He shrugs, "Maybe I should take a shot at that teleporter."
His eyes widen, "Tic tac toe? Now that I'm familiar with, and joking or not, I wouldn't play that with you. That game is totally rigged." He feigns hurt, "What? You mean I'm not impressive?" He smacks his lips, shaking his head in mock annoyances, "Anyway..." He glances towards Cammy, shaking his head again, "Funny is not a virtue. Funny is a good trait, but it lacks moral excellence. I mean, shoot... My brand of funny could be called vice." He shoots her a quick, wicked grin with an evil laugh. He nods quickly, "If you're not busy, come to the concert. I'll send you two tickets and two backstage passes in case you want to bring a friend."
He then points his finger at her, "And before you say anything, I'm allotted a number of them anyway. In the case of this concert, the number of allotments is highly disperportional to the number of people I actually know in the Greater London area, so... I'd enjoy it if you came." He seems sincere at the last, at least.
Two tickets? She ponders if Lita would be interested. Almost certainly not, she imagines. Maybe Ibuki would be, but that's a little doubtful too. Besides, poor Jace might get eaten alive or something. "Well... no promises. But if you're offering tickets I'll take them. But really no guarantees though, it depends if anybody else is interested, and if I have time! But I will ask some friends and see what they say.".
"I think that's our flight going to the gate, by the way... assuming you're on the same plane as me." she observes, pointing up to the big board.
Looking up towards the board, Jace nods his head and looks back towards Cammy, "Seems it is." He considers it for a moment and asks, "Can I invite you forward to sit in First Class with Shun and I? You seem good company and Shun-chan seems quite asleep."
He stands, beginning to collect his carry-on bag and working to dispose of Shun's half-eaten hotdog and coke.
"Oh, no, I wouldn't like to impose." Cammy tells him. "Besides, I'm probably just going to mostly sleep on the plane anyway, which means I'm not going to be much of a conversational companion. I hate transatlantic flights...". She gets to her feet, and reaches down to pick up the beret from her kit bag, and tug it into position on her head, before grabbing the bag. "I imagine you'll irk the plane crew as well, changing seats at the last minute, and we can't have that, can we. I'll see you in London, possibly, at your concert. Or, hmm.". She pauses for a moment, putting the bag down again, so she can dig out her notebook and scrawl down an email address. "Or you can email me if you like." she offers, tearing that chunk of page off before holding it out to be taken.".
Jace smirks, "Are you kidding? Me on a plane for fourteen hours? I'll be irking the flight crew either way." He reaches out, taking the e-mail address and looking it over quickly. He nods to her, folding it up and putting it in his shirt pocket. He glances towards Shun, "I'm going to have to either wake her up or carry her on. Either way will take some working. Why don't you go ahead and I'll e-mail you once I get on the plane so you'll have mine, too." He offers her a hand, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Cammy. Hope to see you in London, our mutual schedules permitting."
Cammy takes his hand, and gives it a gentle shake. "Alright then. See you soon." she agrees. "One advantage of this uniform is, getting through security is a lot faster - nothing to put in the trays.". Well, aside from the army boots. "See ya.".
And with that, she ambles off to the gate.
Log created on 14:54:58 04/25/2012 by Cammy, and last modified on 07:05:28 04/29/2012.