Jet Lag

Theron ambled off the plane, slipping to the side to stretch. Man was not meant to be stuffed into such tiny seats for several hours! Especially not while asleep! Any nap was a good nap, but his neck and shoulders were sore, even despite the pillow. He let the other, more focused passengers shove off first, and let the gate fall quiet before he took his carry on, and started off himself.

San Francisco- he'd been there a few times, but it always felt good to go back. California was just-! He didn't have words, just a lot of bright, sunny emotions.

But, first he had to get out of the airport. And that was the tricky part. Airports were always confusing, even ones that passed themselves off as "just go downstairs to baggage claim." They were always a tangled mess of food courts, gift shops, and the little escalator floor pads. He... had to focus.

Very quickly he lost focus.

There was a baseball clubhouse with some good looking food, and Theron was hungry, sooo... he stopped in. Got a burger. Sent a picture back to his wife. Got an icecream sandwich, which he did not take a picture of (he simply consumed it).

Refueled, Theron made his way to baggage claim, darting in to grab his luggage.

And then he saw it- a little kiosk with UNOVR branding. Theron eagerly scampered over. "Hiya!"

The kiosk-runner gave him a smile. "Hi- Are you here for UNOVRCon?" She offered up a folded map, and a little booklet. "Here's a map of the convention, and a sticker book! And, for coming to say hello-" She flipped open the booklet, and pressed a blue aviator stamp onto the page.

"Thank you!" Theron said, grateful, and moved to wait by a column to order an Uber.