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

Oh look, there are tables and chairs over here too. Enjoy the food!

[~~WAIT FOR THE OCD PLEASE.~~ OCD IS UP. This is the FIRST post for general mingling. Please use this post first, if your browser can handle the comment load. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are here and there is more room for mingling here.]

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And lo and behold, Jeff wandered by, wielding a sign that was truly... well, unwieldy, really. "Have you seen my dog?" he asked of Andrew, spinning around suddenly as he hit a rock, swinging the sign at the boy's head.

Andrew wasn't expecting to get smacked in the face, but standing there, hand pressed against his temple, he wasn't all that surprised. "Ouch," he said. This is why he avoids organized sports.

"Is there blood," he asked Jeff, removing the hand temporarily and cringing.

Edited 2008-01-04 15:05 (UTC)

Continuing in a happy half-circle (well, happy, he was sort of flailing) Jeff finally managed to plant the sign upside down in the ground, swerving one more time to come face to face with Andrew.

In the process, he missed Andrew's question entirely. "Oh. Andrew. You've got red on you."

"You hit me in the face with your sign!" Andrew explained, loudly. He took a look at the blood on his hand and staggered. The sight of his own blood did bad things to Andrew.

"I'm going to faint," he stated.

"It's just a bit of blood," Jeff said, in his mildest possible tone, and quickly moved the sign over his shoulder. He was starting to wonder if that meant he had to turn it in at the weapons locker, now. "Sorry about that, I've just been having some sibling issues."

"You have a sibling?" Andrew asked, pressing his hand back against his temple. He closed his eyes and concentrated on taking deep breaths.

"Yes!" Jeff replied, suddenly enthused again, "A new one!"

And then he deflated. "...Who thinks I use people's faces for scrabble."

"Why would he or she think such a thing?" he asked, venturing another peek at the blood.

"Um, do you have a tissue or something on you?"

Jeff scratched the back of his head with his idle hand. "...I may have mentioned it."

He offered Andrew the sign. Hey, he didn't have anything else that had anything vaguely papery near it.

Andrew shook his head. "I'll just go get myself a napkin," he said. "So how exactly do you use someone's face for scrabble? Is that like a variant of the game? I like scrabble, but I love Upwords, have you tried it? It's like scrabble but with stacking."

"By putting letters on someone's face," Jeff explained, drooping even more. "How could I say that? She's my sister! I'm not supposed to think about her breasts! Her breasts!" Pause. "Her face!"

Andrew nodded, trying to look concerned. "Did you hit her in the breasts with your sign?"

Jeff stared at him.

For about thirty seconds.

"...Have you gone mad?" he asked, "Now I've got breast-signage in my head!"

Andrew winced. "I'm sorry. I was just, you know, concerned for her person." He gestured at his injured face.

"You didn't, like, scare her away did you?"

"...I don't think so," Jeff said, but he sounded roughly as sure as... something terminally unsure. "Do you think I did? I may have overmentioned faces."

"I'm sure you didn't. She probably just thinks you're, you know, a little off, or something." Andrew nodded. "I mean, it's not like you hit her in the face or accused her of being an alien time bomb."

"There's that," Jeff allowed, and completely failed to get the point of the statement, "I haven't told her I'm an amphibian lung expert, either."

"Are you an amphibian lung expert?" Andrew asked. "Does Robin know? I'm sure he would want to know just in case he decided to take up smoking or something like that."

"I don't know anything about frogs," Jeff said, "Or lungs, for that matter. There was just sort of an incident and the concept may have gotten out."

"Ah, kind of like when my older brother managed to convince all my friends that I was actually a girl and it got around school and I had to go to the school nurse with my teacher to prove to them that it was just a nasty rumor? That kind of thing?"

"And then your mother makes you stroll down her knitting circle in your underwear?" Jeff reached over with the signless hand to give Andrew a bit of a commiserating shoulder pat.

"Um, right," Andrew replied. "Makes you not want to wear knit sweaters, huh?"

Jeff nodded. "And avoid open televisions," he added, wisely.

"I'll keep that in mind," he said. "What constitutes an 'open' television?" Yes, there were air quotes.

Edited 2008-01-04 17:54 (UTC)

"You know. Open." Jeff engaged in a series of complex and incomprehensible gestures. "No back on," he clarified.

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