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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part I

The weather was thankfully behaving, so it was fairly warm outside as everything was set up for the picnic. Tables and chairs had been set up, and there was plenty of food and drinks, along with nametags, and two signs: one listing the Big Sibling/Little Sibling pairings, and another listing rooms and roommates for the new students.

[~~WAIT FOR THE OCD PLEASE.~~ OCD IS UP, HAVE AT IT. This is part one of the picnic, for specifically meeting siblings, roommates, and teachers. The rest of the picnic is happening here and here, in an effort to keep browsers from breaking for as long as possible. *g*]

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"Not really." He quirked an eyebrow at Liir. "Actually, it was pretty bad."

Glitch let it go, though.

"The yelling is fine, actually, since I think I yelled a little, too. Did I yell?"

He wasn't so sure now if he had.

"It doesn't matter now," he said, though whether it was to the first or the second item of business is hard to say. Though--

"You're not going to be ridiculous at me because of the Witch? Because--"

She's my mother.

Because I loved her.

Because she raised me.

"of the strangeness with time, are you?"

A pause before he went on.

"The Time Dragon dreams us all, besides, and dreams don't always make sense."

Glitch gave him a Look. "I don't think I'd be a very good teacher if I were strange at my students." As if he knew.

Then he grinned, wide, at the mention of the Time Dragon. "You know, I haven't heard about the Time Dragon since I was a boy. Creepy little folktale, though." He looked serious for a moment. "Not one of my favorites."

"I've heard more of the Jackal Moon," he admitted. "And it's more upsetting than the idea that there's a great beast dreaming us up. At least that way, no one really knows what's going on."

Perhaps that's why religion never appealed to him then.

He gave a small laugh of agreement, then leaned in conspiratorially.

"To be perfectly honest, I never really cared for any of 'em."

Or did he? He leaned back and considered it.

"At least, I don't think I cared for any of them. I don't now, at any rate."

He didn't either, actually. That was stuff out of the Grimmerie, Elphaba's things. Elphaba's things that she'd selfishly horded, that'd come to no good end.

There were better things to deal with.

"We could talk about your class, you know."

Glitch looked shocked for a moment, but recovered quick enough.

"Oh, yeah. I have a class."

Yes, he had forgotten that being a teacher meant he had a class. A few synapses fired off violently in disappointment. What was it again? Oh, right, "Applied Inventiontronics."

He smiled. "I don't have any lesson plans, I think. Unless this place took care of that, too. I also didn't know I was going to be a teacher until I arrived this morning on the travel storm."

He didn't realize that it might not be a good idea to admit such a thing to one's prospective student until after he'd already said it. He tried to recover.

"Not that I don't know anything about it. Inventiontronics was always my best subject in school, and I was first in my class."

"You know more than me. Then again, that's true of anything."

He gave a faint smile.

"I've never been to school before."

And I'm rather stupid.

Glitch scrunched up his face, expressing the 'pshaw' he wasn't saying, and waved a hand.

"You can learn as much from living as you can in a classroom. And I didn't learn that until I had half a brain."

He nodded for emphasis.

"You remind me of the Scarecrow," he said carefully. Carefully because he didn't mean to insult. Carefully because he wasn't sure if he meant it until he'd said it.

It was a compliment, though.

He thought about that for a moment. Let his synapses work at finding the reference somewhere in all the legends he'd never really payed any attention to.

There was something about a man of straw not having any brains, but being the smartest one all along. A child's version of the Tale of the Gray Gale. "That's good, right?"

It didn't occur to him that Liir might actually know who that particular character was based on.

"He saved my life," he admitted. "And he was one of the better conversationalists. He didn't have Nick Chopper's cutting wit, but he knew which way the wind blew. Or he seemed to, anyway. He's gone now."

A pause.

"It was a compliment."

Nick Chopper sounded oddly familiar, too. He shrugged it off as something Cain probably mentioned at one point or another.

Glitch took a second to soak in the compliment, but couldn't fight the urge to discredit himself.

"Thank you. I don't know about the conversationalist part, though. If that episode earlier is any evidence of it, I might just be the worst." He didn't know if he was talking about the loop or the argument. It was probably both.

"That's more than likely my fault," he pointed out. "I don't know anything. And I certainly don't know how to deal with people. At least, not people who actually talk to me. Or aren't crazy."

Glitch shot him a stern look for the 'crazy' remark, but smiled anyway.

"You're doing pretty well right now, I think. And you know more about your part of the O.Z. than I do. And you know the legends and folktales."

He shrugged.

"Everybody knows something. Even headcases."

He gave Liir a pointed look. "Even you."

"I was saying you weren't crazy," he pointed out with what very well might have been a smile. His lips were curved and it sort of made his jaw ache from using muscles he rarely exercised.

But he doesn't comment on knowing anything. He knows he doesn't.

"Oh." His face fell a little as he thought about how that was a nuance he should have been able to catch.

He smiled again, though. "Uhm, do you have any questions about the class? If you ask them now, and I answer them, then you'll know more than they will."

Glitch logic, while prone to misfire, was not above favoritism to someone from his world, if not his time. Besides, Liir reminded him a little of the princesses.

"What's inventiontronics?"

...might as well start there.

He smiled as his synapses bubbled and snapped happily. This was their specialty, after all.

"Inventiontronics," he began with a bit of a flourish, "is the art of creating and maintaining inventions. And don't let anyone tell you that it isn't an art, because it is."

He had wanted to say something else, oh yes! "You'll be creating an invention during your semester in the class." He smiled, because that was obviously the best part.

"Why?"

If Glinda had been there, just judging by the way he said it and the tone and the expression (not that it was unkindly, just earnestly curious) she might have called it an Elphaba question.

Simple enough.

"Because inventions help people. Improve the quality of life." He nodded. For him, that was reason enough.

He looked at Glitch, or Ambrose, for another moment before stepping away with a faint smile.

"Then Oz must improve over the years. I'll see you at class."

And he made a hasty retreat.

Glitch, or Ambrose, looked after him as he left.

"Bye." It was said quietly, and Liir probably hadn't heard it.

He had a feeling that that was a bad sign.

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