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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!

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"Oh, gosh no. I've never tried cheering but I bet it is fun. I spend most of my time just tapping."

Amber listened and did her best to keep an open mind. "So then it's basically just really entertainin' in a weird way? Because that sounds kinda cool, you know? I wouldn't mind weird every now and then." She blinked and thought of a question. "By trippy, you don't mean drugs do you?"

"You totally have to try out. It's all kinds of fun, you get to yell and shout and bounce around like crazy and hey, that's my idea of a good time, you know?" She grinned. "And totally, it's - just, hey, for a weekend, things are gonna be insane. Or like the one day we were all playing the Question Game for no reason. We all had amnesia once, too, but it went away again and you kinda end up going 'oh man, I'm never looking anybody in the face again ever' but it's okay 'cause everybody else is, too."

Rikku considered that. "Drugs? I, uh, dunno. I stick to daquiris. I think you can get something from the weird guys that hang out in front of the convenience store? But I haven't seen them in a while."

"Yah, you betcha," Amber said with a giggle. "I can tell you like to bounce. And maybe I'll think about it. And oh wow?" Amber's eyebrows shot upwards. "That's a lot to take in and the Question Game is totally fun! Me, my ma, and Loretta played it one night over shots of beer, not that I was drinkin' cause no, but I ended up winnin' every single time because those two are just not so good in the askin' question department. Truthfully? I just don't think they got the game," she said, shaking her head.

"Oh, no no no... I don't do drugs. Most everyone I know just smokes cigarettes. Not me though, no oh gosh, I like my lungs to remain clean." Amber didn't count second hand smoke as being detrimental to her health. She just didn't think about it.

"This place kinda ... it's like it waits until you go, okay, nothing can surprise me any more, and then it goes, 'hahahaha, I've been saving this one.' Things just get crazy. You get used to it, kinda sorta. It's fun either way, you know?" She bounced again, because not bouncing required way too much effort. "I don't smoke or whatever either. I don't usually drink, 'cept when I'm having a reeeally bad day. Or when we were celebrating. But last time we all got blitzed and started spray painting buildings and got in trouble so maaaaaaaaaybe I shouldn't drink again for a bit."

"I'm ready for fun, Rikku!" Amber laughed. "Oh, gosh, I'm such a good girl, really. I don't think I would drink and spray paint buildings even though it sounds like fun. No, worst I ever done was tear Becky Leeman's hair out cause I just know she stole my tap costume. She's dead now."

"Oh, she sounds awful!"

Pause.

"You, uh. You didn't kill her, right? That's a coincidence-thing?"

"She was dreadful," Amber said with a smirk.

"Oh gosh no, no, the swan float blew up with her on it. We all smelled gasoline," she shook her head, remembering.

"Ewwww." Rikku shivered. "That's horrible. Although I guess it's less horrible if she was, like, evil? But still horrible. You know?"

Amber nodded. "It was horrible but by then the whole town was sort of used to violent deaths. It's a long story. Becky's mom is the one who is after me now. I don't think she'll find me."

"I know that feeling," Rikku said, shrugging a little awkwardly. "The, uh. You get used to violent deaths. Kinda wish you weren't, you know? It's ... it's okay. It's pretty safe here. If she showed up, she'd have all of us to deal with. We pull together for stuff like that, you know?"

"I work, or worked, in a morgue, so deaths really don't affect me other than I hope I'm not one of the cadavers I'm paiting a face on, you know? Oh gosh," she nodded, brows raised. "Not that I could paint my own face if I'm dead. But you know..."

She perked up. "Oh, my gosh! That is great! I love when schools are like this. Makes it easy to go to bed at night."

"Yeah, totally," Rikku said, shaking off her distraction. "I don't know if there's a morgue in town, you might have to work somewhere else. I'm at the weapons-and-meditation place, which doesn't sound like it'd work but somehow it does. Uh. When schools are like what?"

"I'd rather not go back to work at a morgue; I always went home smelling funny," Amber said.

"When everyone pulls together to keep everyone safe. I've only seen schools like that on TV shows, but I think they're great."

"I'd think it'd be kinda sad, too," Rikku said, shivering. "Just ... around dead people all the time. Hard to move on when they're right there. Oh, man, I love TV. We don't have it back home. We don't have anything interesting, back home. Back home kinda sucks."

Amber noticed the shivering. "Are you cold, Rikku?" It seemed like a rather pleasant day. "Dead people are not fun. Especially when you have to make them up to look like they've just come in from a frosty day outdoors. Kinda sucks." She sighed. "I'm sorry your home sucks. Mine kind of does too though I don't like to complain too much. Loretta says it'll give me lines and drive me to smoke. Like she should talk."

"A little," she said quickly. "I, uh, grew up in the desert. Not used to this whole winter stuff. And this place makes a good home. I kinda think I'm not going back, you know? There's nothing there. No point to it."

"If I had an extra jacket on me, I'd let you borrow it," she said kindly. "And... you have no family, Rikku?"

"I'm okay," she laughed. "Thank you. It's cool. I usually bounce enough that it doesn't matter. It's my fault for not bothering with a coat. Not like I can glare at the weather till it warms up again, you know?"

She hesitated. "Pops is there, and the rest of the Al Bhed, all just ... living on the airship. My, uh, home is kinda ... gone. There was bad stuff and the whole city ..." She waved vaguely. "Depressing stuff. Doesn't matter. I'll write, I just ... like it better here. Nobody hates us or whatever, you know?"

(I'm gonna be away for a bit, is SP okay?)

"I know," Amber agreed. "Sometimes I've glared at the weather until I realize I can't change it."

Rikku's home sounded kind of sad and Amber didn't want to bring her down about it. "I hope I grow to like it here just as much as you do. I bet you have lots of friends here, huh?"

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"You bet!" Rikku said, bouncing on her toes again. "This place is great. The people are awesome. And the classes are ... tooootally not what I expected. But in a good way. They're crazy, you know? But I kinda like the serious ones, too. That's why I'm here."

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