OOC Note- These characters are @Kyle's from his thread Accident of Fame. Specifically following up from this post. He's let me use them to tell this story. All following posts in this thread will be done with his approval re: events and characterization. Thank you for reading!
IC-
Be your friend's true friend. Return gift for gift.
ᚡᛂᚱᛐᚢ ᛋᛆᚿᚿᚢᚱ ᚡᛁᚿᚢᚱ ᚡᛁᚿᛆᚱ ᚦᛇᚿᛋ. ᛂᚿᛑᚢᚱᚵᛃᛆᛚᛑᛆᚧᚢ ᚵᛃᚯᚠ ᚠᛣᚱᛁᚱ ᚵᛃᚯᚠ.
-from the Prydanian viking saga Rúnalag
Býkonsviði International Airport
Býkonsviði, Prydania
It was kind of funny that Caël Boënnec, of the three of them, was the one familiar with Býkonsviði International Airport. After all he'd come to Prydania before, for personal travel reasons. So he, the Santonian, knew it better than his friend Styrbjörn Refslund, who was Prydanian.
Well it was funny in the kind of way where the real reason was sad and awkward given why Styrbjörn had to leave Prydania, but Caël had the attitude that if you addressed the situation with friends and tried to have some fun with it, well... that was better then being sad. Besides, no one was here to be sad. They were in Býkonsviði for a happy reason.
"I can't read anything," Fintann Coatmeur, their friend said, as he adjusted his glasses. Fintann and Caël were Bethanian, and were used to bilingual signs in Santonian and Bethanian in Bethany. But here the signs were in Prydanian.
"Well adjusting your glasses won't suddenly change the text," Caël joked. Fintann gave him a faux hurt look, before turning around.
"Hey Styr!"
Styrbjörn was kind of lost in the moment. They'd passed through customs, and he was officially back *in* Prydania. For the first time since he was a kid, who had to flee. He'd witnessed the ravages of the Civil War on his homeland, the end, the jubilation of its liberation, all from Saintonge. Even now, as he tried to keep track of what was happening back in Prydania, he was on another continent. Away. Having made a small but comfortable life for himself. He'd never ruled out returning, especially as the post-War peace settled into place, but now that it had happened... he was a bit taken aback. This was a new building. Built long after he'd fled, as part of the post-War reconstruction. He'd never been here, in this building, before. But just being surrounded by Prydanian signs, the Prydanian language, for the first time in a long time, had him just taking it all in.
"Hey Styr!" Fintann said again.
"Are you ok, buddy?"
Styr smiled and blushed.
"Yeah!" he said, his Santonian now very good, really able to switch between it, Bethanian, and Prydanian with no accent in any of them.
"Sorry. I was just... looking around. What's up?"
"We need to know where to go," Fintann said, as all the boys had a backpack and suitcase with them.
"Well I know where to go," Caël teased.
"Well I mean... I think... I think last time I came in at an other terminal."
Styr pointed. There was a sign that read "Afhending" with an arrow.
"That means 'pickup,'" he said, as he pulled out his phone and opened the email app. "Davíð said Förpack would have a car waiting."
The three made their way to a hallway that served as a central hub for various terminals.
"Are you excited?" Caël asked, but Styr sighed.
"I haven't been back in so long..." he said softly. "I don't know really what to expect. And I'm nervous about this whole process."
"Didn't David say they'd help?"
"Davíð did, yes," Styr said with a smile as he subtly corrected the Prydanian pronunciation of the provisional administrator of Förpack's name.
"But I donno... I'm..."
"Scared?"
Styr looked at Caël, but Caël just smiled back to comfort his friend.
"Someone needs to dig through old wounds, I get it."
Styr smiled back.
"Thanks for coming guys."
He didn't know if Caël or Fintann could get it, what he'd been through, what his family had been through, was like nothing either of them knew, and he prayed they never would. But it honestly didn't matter if they really didn't "get it." Even if they didn't, they were always there for him. And that was more than enough.
As they arrived to wide area with some fountains and modern glass and steel architecture.
"Let's get a picture!" Caël said excitedly. They were finally out of the dreariness of airport terminals and hallways, and this central hub area actually looked like a fun place for a picture.
"You and your pictures," Fintann teased, before Styr politely stopped a passing couple to ask them in Prydanian if they could take a picture of the group, who obliged.
"You all make fun of me for liking pictures," Caël said, "but in a year when neither of you have any you'll all come to me going 'Caël send me that picture!'"
The other two laughed, but Styr looked around. There was a massive parking garage across the way from where they were, and a parade of taxis and cars picking up people was slowly moving just outside of the rotating doors. This was the sport they wanted to be in, and soon Styr saw who he was looking for; a man in an unassuming suit stood out by the card he was holding. A white card with the text "Refslundhópur" next to a Förpack logo.
"That's your name, I think," Fintann said as Styr nodded.
"It says Refslund Party," Styr said, before he took the lead.
"Oh we're a party, how exclusive," Fintann chuckled.
"Hej!" Styr said to the driver, switching to Prydanian.
"I'm Styrbjörn Refslund, these are my friends Caël Boënnec and Fintann Coatmeur."
Caël and Fintann each raised a hand to wave, not understanding Prydanian but recognizing their name.
"Perhaps Mercanti would be easier for everyone?" the man said.
"Oh absolutely," Fintann replied. The man chuckled and extended his hand to shake all three of theirs.
"My name is Starolf. I'm going to be driving you all to the hotel in Haland, and then to Förpack."
"Well actually," Caël said, "I have to go film some pickup scenes for Frozen Hearts. So... it's ok if I skip out on this? The studio said they could get me out to Haland in two days when we're done filming."
Starolf nodded.
"That shouldn't be a problem. The three rooms are already booked in Haland, so you can just come out when you're able to. Does that mean it'll just you two, Herra Refslund, Herra Coatmeur?"
Fintann looked at both of his friends. Where should he go?
"I've been on sets with you before, Caël, and no offence but it's kinda boring," he chuckled. So did Caël, because he was right! The glamour of a tv or movie shoot was really not done justice by how tedious it could be.
"So if it's ok, I'll tag with Styr, and see the sights?"
"Sure!" Caël replied. The three hugged each other to say temporary goodbyes, before Caël headed off to go meet another driver his studio had sent.
"Don't do anything dumb before I get there!" he called after turning around after he was a bit away from them.
The other two chuckled and Starolf went to grab both of Styr and Fintann's bags.
"Oh that's ok," Styr said with a hurried expression as he went to grab the bag from him.
"No, no," Starolf laughed softly.
"I insist. Besides I need to get on the future boss' good side," he added with a chuckle.
"Look at you. Already ingratiating loyalty!" Fintann teased, as Styr playfully punched his shoulder. They followed the driver to the car. Which was actually a medium sized limousine.
"Oh wow... fancy..." Fintann said as they got in. Styr was blushing though. He was just a small kid when he had to flee to Saintonge as a refugee. He wasn't used to this sort of... luxury.
"Davíð said he'd send a car. Not a limousine."
Starolf nodded.
"Herra Brendt wanted you brought to Haland in comfort. Trust me, you'll appreciate the luxury. It'll be a few hours' drive."
"How long's 'a few'?" Fintann asked.
"About eight hours," Starolf said.
"Ok we're getting in the limo," Fintann said with a smile, dragging Styr in after him. They got situated as Starolf got into the driver's seat.
"If you don't mind me asking, why didn't you get a connecting flight to Haland?"
"Our friend Caël was filming a show in Býkonsviði so it seemed like a good place to split up," Styr explained.
"Ah," Starolf replied.
"Well there's water and some snacks back there. Let me know if you need to stop for whatever reason."
The car pulled out of the parking garage, and turned down a road that would lead away from the Prydanian capital, out east, towards the Auburn Coast. At first the sites weren't that interesting. Parking garages, the outside of airport terminals, and some runways and planes in the distance. But the greenness of a Prydanian spring began to show as they left the complex around the airport.
"I expected tundra," Fintann said as he looked out the window at the green countryside.
"Only in the winter," Styr said, rolling his eyes. A lot of people in Saintonge thought Prydania was a cold tundra all the time.
"It looks nice," Fintann replied and Styr looked out the window. He wasn't so overcome with emotion like he'd been in the airport, because he wasn't from here. The fields outside of Býkonsviði didn't really trigger any lingering memories. But he knew... in eight hours or so... he'd be in his long-lost hometown. And he was bracing himself.
"You look nervous."
"It's been a long time, Fin."
Fintann could see the uncertainty in his friend's face.
"I'll be there. So will Caël in a few days."
"Thanks, for coming. I mean it."
"Anything, buddy, anything."
The two sat in silence for a moment before Fintann piped up.
"You know what would be cool for the channel?"
"What?" Styr asked.
"A Snips from inside a limo."
"Yeah but our big star isn't here."
"Caël's going to film an Interflix show right now. He'll get plenty of limelight. Time for us to get some shine!" And so he pulled out his phone.
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Be your friend's true friend. Return gift for gift.
ᚡᛂᚱᛐᚢ ᛋᛆᚿᚿᚢᚱ ᚡᛁᚿᚢᚱ ᚡᛁᚿᛆᚱ ᚦᛇᚿᛋ. ᛂᚿᛑᚢᚱᚵᛃᛆᛚᛑᛆᚧᚢ ᚵᛃᚯᚠ ᚠᛣᚱᛁᚱ ᚵᛃᚯᚠ.
-from the Prydanian viking saga Rúnalag
Býkonsviði International Airport
Býkonsviði, Prydania
It was kind of funny that Caël Boënnec, of the three of them, was the one familiar with Býkonsviði International Airport. After all he'd come to Prydania before, for personal travel reasons. So he, the Santonian, knew it better than his friend Styrbjörn Refslund, who was Prydanian.
Well it was funny in the kind of way where the real reason was sad and awkward given why Styrbjörn had to leave Prydania, but Caël had the attitude that if you addressed the situation with friends and tried to have some fun with it, well... that was better then being sad. Besides, no one was here to be sad. They were in Býkonsviði for a happy reason.
"I can't read anything," Fintann Coatmeur, their friend said, as he adjusted his glasses. Fintann and Caël were Bethanian, and were used to bilingual signs in Santonian and Bethanian in Bethany. But here the signs were in Prydanian.
"Well adjusting your glasses won't suddenly change the text," Caël joked. Fintann gave him a faux hurt look, before turning around.
"Hey Styr!"
Styrbjörn was kind of lost in the moment. They'd passed through customs, and he was officially back *in* Prydania. For the first time since he was a kid, who had to flee. He'd witnessed the ravages of the Civil War on his homeland, the end, the jubilation of its liberation, all from Saintonge. Even now, as he tried to keep track of what was happening back in Prydania, he was on another continent. Away. Having made a small but comfortable life for himself. He'd never ruled out returning, especially as the post-War peace settled into place, but now that it had happened... he was a bit taken aback. This was a new building. Built long after he'd fled, as part of the post-War reconstruction. He'd never been here, in this building, before. But just being surrounded by Prydanian signs, the Prydanian language, for the first time in a long time, had him just taking it all in.
"Hey Styr!" Fintann said again.
"Are you ok, buddy?"
Styr smiled and blushed.
"Yeah!" he said, his Santonian now very good, really able to switch between it, Bethanian, and Prydanian with no accent in any of them.
"Sorry. I was just... looking around. What's up?"
"We need to know where to go," Fintann said, as all the boys had a backpack and suitcase with them.
"Well I know where to go," Caël teased.
"Well I mean... I think... I think last time I came in at an other terminal."
Styr pointed. There was a sign that read "Afhending" with an arrow.
"That means 'pickup,'" he said, as he pulled out his phone and opened the email app. "Davíð said Förpack would have a car waiting."
The three made their way to a hallway that served as a central hub for various terminals.
"Are you excited?" Caël asked, but Styr sighed.
"I haven't been back in so long..." he said softly. "I don't know really what to expect. And I'm nervous about this whole process."
"Didn't David say they'd help?"
"Davíð did, yes," Styr said with a smile as he subtly corrected the Prydanian pronunciation of the provisional administrator of Förpack's name.
"But I donno... I'm..."
"Scared?"
Styr looked at Caël, but Caël just smiled back to comfort his friend.
"Someone needs to dig through old wounds, I get it."
Styr smiled back.
"Thanks for coming guys."
He didn't know if Caël or Fintann could get it, what he'd been through, what his family had been through, was like nothing either of them knew, and he prayed they never would. But it honestly didn't matter if they really didn't "get it." Even if they didn't, they were always there for him. And that was more than enough.
As they arrived to wide area with some fountains and modern glass and steel architecture.
"Let's get a picture!" Caël said excitedly. They were finally out of the dreariness of airport terminals and hallways, and this central hub area actually looked like a fun place for a picture.
"You and your pictures," Fintann teased, before Styr politely stopped a passing couple to ask them in Prydanian if they could take a picture of the group, who obliged.
"You all make fun of me for liking pictures," Caël said, "but in a year when neither of you have any you'll all come to me going 'Caël send me that picture!'"
The other two laughed, but Styr looked around. There was a massive parking garage across the way from where they were, and a parade of taxis and cars picking up people was slowly moving just outside of the rotating doors. This was the sport they wanted to be in, and soon Styr saw who he was looking for; a man in an unassuming suit stood out by the card he was holding. A white card with the text "Refslundhópur" next to a Förpack logo.
"That's your name, I think," Fintann said as Styr nodded.
"It says Refslund Party," Styr said, before he took the lead.
"Oh we're a party, how exclusive," Fintann chuckled.
"Hej!" Styr said to the driver, switching to Prydanian.
"I'm Styrbjörn Refslund, these are my friends Caël Boënnec and Fintann Coatmeur."
Caël and Fintann each raised a hand to wave, not understanding Prydanian but recognizing their name.
"Perhaps Mercanti would be easier for everyone?" the man said.
"Oh absolutely," Fintann replied. The man chuckled and extended his hand to shake all three of theirs.
"My name is Starolf. I'm going to be driving you all to the hotel in Haland, and then to Förpack."
"Well actually," Caël said, "I have to go film some pickup scenes for Frozen Hearts. So... it's ok if I skip out on this? The studio said they could get me out to Haland in two days when we're done filming."
Starolf nodded.
"That shouldn't be a problem. The three rooms are already booked in Haland, so you can just come out when you're able to. Does that mean it'll just you two, Herra Refslund, Herra Coatmeur?"
Fintann looked at both of his friends. Where should he go?
"I've been on sets with you before, Caël, and no offence but it's kinda boring," he chuckled. So did Caël, because he was right! The glamour of a tv or movie shoot was really not done justice by how tedious it could be.
"So if it's ok, I'll tag with Styr, and see the sights?"
"Sure!" Caël replied. The three hugged each other to say temporary goodbyes, before Caël headed off to go meet another driver his studio had sent.
"Don't do anything dumb before I get there!" he called after turning around after he was a bit away from them.
The other two chuckled and Starolf went to grab both of Styr and Fintann's bags.
"Oh that's ok," Styr said with a hurried expression as he went to grab the bag from him.
"No, no," Starolf laughed softly.
"I insist. Besides I need to get on the future boss' good side," he added with a chuckle.
"Look at you. Already ingratiating loyalty!" Fintann teased, as Styr playfully punched his shoulder. They followed the driver to the car. Which was actually a medium sized limousine.
"Oh wow... fancy..." Fintann said as they got in. Styr was blushing though. He was just a small kid when he had to flee to Saintonge as a refugee. He wasn't used to this sort of... luxury.
"Davíð said he'd send a car. Not a limousine."
Starolf nodded.
"Herra Brendt wanted you brought to Haland in comfort. Trust me, you'll appreciate the luxury. It'll be a few hours' drive."
"How long's 'a few'?" Fintann asked.
"About eight hours," Starolf said.
"Ok we're getting in the limo," Fintann said with a smile, dragging Styr in after him. They got situated as Starolf got into the driver's seat.
"If you don't mind me asking, why didn't you get a connecting flight to Haland?"
"Our friend Caël was filming a show in Býkonsviði so it seemed like a good place to split up," Styr explained.
"Ah," Starolf replied.
"Well there's water and some snacks back there. Let me know if you need to stop for whatever reason."
The car pulled out of the parking garage, and turned down a road that would lead away from the Prydanian capital, out east, towards the Auburn Coast. At first the sites weren't that interesting. Parking garages, the outside of airport terminals, and some runways and planes in the distance. But the greenness of a Prydanian spring began to show as they left the complex around the airport.
"I expected tundra," Fintann said as he looked out the window at the green countryside.
"Only in the winter," Styr said, rolling his eyes. A lot of people in Saintonge thought Prydania was a cold tundra all the time.
"It looks nice," Fintann replied and Styr looked out the window. He wasn't so overcome with emotion like he'd been in the airport, because he wasn't from here. The fields outside of Býkonsviði didn't really trigger any lingering memories. But he knew... in eight hours or so... he'd be in his long-lost hometown. And he was bracing himself.
"You look nervous."
"It's been a long time, Fin."
Fintann could see the uncertainty in his friend's face.
"I'll be there. So will Caël in a few days."
"Thanks, for coming. I mean it."
"Anything, buddy, anything."
The two sat in silence for a moment before Fintann piped up.
"You know what would be cool for the channel?"
"What?" Styr asked.
"A Snips from inside a limo."
"Yeah but our big star isn't here."
"Caël's going to film an Interflix show right now. He'll get plenty of limelight. Time for us to get some shine!" And so he pulled out his phone.
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