Penn-Hostel {Emoji}

A Story by Abishai100

A weekend-engagement between two intersecting 'souls' may reveal a special 'serendipity' for a Homeland reading.

A university-area Homecoming weekend 'experience' loosely inspired by Serendipity (John Cusack). Thanks for reading,

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I was in the Penn-university campus area pizza eatery when I realized that I was beholding the vision of a great North American beauty in the form of a comic book saleswoman off-duty who happened to be carrying a pack of GI-Joe comics she intended to market/hype at a special campus-comics art conference that weekend during the touted college-football season and approaching Homecoming Weekend. Wow, lots of things were intersecting for human-traffic/culture intrigue that weekend in the American East (hmm).

The woman, Danica, was carrying, among other things, a special Baroness-antiheroine issue of GI-Joe comics and I considered the issue she had quite the seminal piece reflective of a Western-world fascination with covert/paramilitary terrorism-engagement fantasy-adventure storytelling/writing and hoped to procure the piece of art from her hands and offered her a pizza lunch on me and extra-purchase rights for the issue she (obviously) otherwise intended to hype at the Penn-campus area comics-art conference/event. I was also (honestly) attracted to Danica and hoped she's consider me a weekend university 'host-escort' of some kind of romantic quality, and she was (equally!) impressed by my love/fascination with GI-Joe (wow).

DANICA: This place has really great pizza dishes, Mr. Satan.

ME (Amlan Satan): I know; I'm glad we intersected in such a Penn-eatery.

DANICA: Are you excited (certainly) for Homecoming (then)?

ME: Surely...in fact, I'm 'certain' that the media generated is typical.

DANICA: Good for campus traffic/tourism/money, yeah?

ME: And well your comic-con intersection introduced us, right?

DANICA: I suppose I may divert my work and attend the football game.

ME: With me!

Sure, it was a perfect weekend, and Danica/I shared a romantic retreat from our otherwise non-intersecting lives and I dressed up like a male 'harlequin' for the football-game which I escorted the visiting comic-artist/saleswoman to and learned that I (too) was becoming 'more' excited about Penn-area football/sports than I (originally) fashioned myself to be, perhaps thinking that all this media-age exposure to typical sports-stories would somehow draw me into the social-media culture 'rings' of personality-drawn fanfare/patriotism photo-humor.

DANICA: What an 'incredible' weekend/game that was, Satan.

ME (Amlan Satan): It was accent for Romanticism in university exercise, Danica.

DANICA: I'm glad we exchanged images of art/life in the Homeland (ha).

ME: I'll never forget you, darling!

DANICA: Good; maybe I'll send you an Xmas-card/email about that game.

ME: Who'd think a comics-princess would find 'magic' in the field of sports?

DANICA: Not me (wow).

I'd later used saved-money to purchase a red-maroon Saab car (used) to take engine-improved Sunday-morn drives to think/remember that magical weekend in the Penn-campus area with the lady-hawk/princess who became my 1-weekend magic-girl (Danica) and who imprinted in me an 'extra credit' fascination with comics-arts and writing. I'd never forget her. This was secured Homeland life, and it was all (miraculously) possible, even in this post-9/11 era of antiterrorism stimuli and terrorism-paranoia threatening everyday commerce-confidence/life (hmm). Today, I think of that reflection-symbolic Saab 'gift' I procured as 'toast' for what makes America unique --- invested handshakes.