This is just a collection of oneshots (I guess) of you (y/n) seated beside/infront of /behind of different vocaloids in different layouts, thanks yuka for the layout I'm going to make the gc have trauma reading this.
I hold my luggage with clammy fingers, the hints of perspiration evident on my neck— the sweat from hours of waiting and waiting in the lounge for the gate to open. And luck has it, that the lounge closest to the gate has a bust AC that's been there for like... 4 months. I wasn't sure why it hadn't been fixed already, especially since it was the middle of July but then again someone ends up messing up this place in one way or another, since it's really the only airport around here, so maybe the people in charge of this place had more on their plates than to worry about a twee little air conditioner. A voice from the PA system interrupts my weary thoughts, "Passengers of flight number G69J1, please proceed to gate 5 immediately."
It took a few seconds of dazed blinking for me to realise that this was the gate I had to enter for my flight, it wasn't a hard question whether to move immediately or linger around the lounge for the initial bustle of passengers rushing to the gate to recede. Of course I'll pass being roasted in the lounge like a hot pocket, seriously they better fix this up by next year or I don't think mom's going to see her child visit back home. I hastily stood up with a grimace because of the sweat sticking onto the back of my legs and began to adopt a brisk walk as I went behind the steadily increasing line at the entrance.
With nothing better to do in this mind numbingly long queue, I observed the passengers in front of me, wondering what sort of characters will board the same metal toothpaste tube in the sky as me. They seem to be an interesting bunch, some I've seen on billboards around this place, and if not billboards on the news for one reason or another. In a sum of words, I've seen them around in this small town.
I wonder who I would be next to on the flight.
I really do hope it's someone good.
Going through this is a yearly challenge, being that the flight is about 20 hours long, and I would prefer it to be uneventful and calm and maybe get myself a good nice nap before the jet lag kicks in.
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After 5 minutes or so I'm at the very front of the line, handing in my passport with the ticket slid inside within it's pages to the Check-in Officer who cracks it open to take a look and then hands it back with an affirmative nod. Shoving my passport into my bag, I drag my luggage through the jetway before finally reaching the entrance of my flight.
I see two flight attendants on board, their smiles soft and shining : one is a man with fluffy cobalt blue hair, his face lit in a smile and the other is a woman with brown hair layered into a bob. Seeing these two people gave me an odd sense of recognition.
They both donned a uniform with the same color of red, with the only variation being the pencil skirt worn by the brunette. I could see a small brooch of the airline's logo pinned on the lapels of their vests, and a card hanging on the breast pocket, their IDs : KAITO and MEIKO respectively. The IDs only confirmed my lingering sense of familiarity. T-These are really... KAITO and MEIKO in the flesh...? I rubbed my eyes to check if I was hallucinating or having a wild fever dream. The attendants waved, beckoning me inside :
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"Welcome aboard to Synth Airlines, and enjoy your trip on G69J1!" they both said in unison, or something close to it because at the end of pronouncing the flight number KAITO had to stifle himself, the soft giggles threatening to spill from the back of his hand which was clasped against his mouth.
MEIKO with a hint of exasperation said, "It's just the flight number, and I thought you would've been sick of it by the fifth passenger but I guess not..."
"Sorrysorrysorry... ahh wait... excuse me for that— enjoy your flight!" KAITO said with a laugh.
I felt a giddy sense of joy rising from seeing the idols that I've only ever seen embossed in glossy magazines, people I would only glance at through paper and screen, their now tangible presence gluing me to the spot. I almost found it hard to move on to the rest of the plane. Maybe this flight would be different from the others I thought excitedly. That perhaps... today, and I suppose a bit of tomorrow would be the most memorable experience I have had flying overseas. Ever.
As I walked past the entrance, the cool breeze of the in-plane AC hit me, providing me the relief from the 30 minute baking hell of sitting at the lounge next to the gate. Further in I saw that some passengers were already seated while others placed their luggage onto the overhead container on the plane.
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I brushed past them and took my ticket out from my passport to locate my seat number...
Maybe this is alright.
Author's note :
Might as well introduce you to the whole layout of this fic, this introduction sort of plays out like a VN novel diverging in its first branch. The chapters here on out can be read in any order, so you can just go ahead and pick a section with a dynamic of vocaloids you'd preferably see. They are ordered by numbers depending on the place you sit at in the flight. There'll be some extra chapters for places... not on there... and they'll be named by setting instead of character, just a little sprinkle of surprise yeah? Though I really don't know why you would select a chapter about hanging on the wheels of the plane but you know— there's always a demographic for something unexpected.
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