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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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"Why should I?" Rikku set her chin. "You're just gonna be all 'oh, no, not THAT. That sucks, I already know, 'cause I haaaaaaate it. I hate eeeeeeverything.' Fun! Besides, you're being all mean and you didn't even apologize for that."

"First day jitters," Reno replied with a dismissive shrug. He wasn't at all jittery. "Okay. So, assuming that I'm not always pissed off at everything. There anything remotely decent about this place?"

"Oh," Rikku said. Well, she was gullible. "You're nervous? It's okay, really. People here are nice. And it's fun here. They have all kinds of neat machina and the classes are pretty sweet and weird stuff happens a lot. Nothing scary, just weird. And besides, scary stuff is nothing to worry about, 'cause there are butt-kickers around."

Huh. The girl seemed to be honestly concerned, or something. Nice.

"Weird stuff doesn't bother me. And I'm not terribly worried about stayin' in one piece, either. Plenty of experience there, yoto." He paused and raised an eyebrow. "So, what. This place got bombs and bandersnatches runnin' about that weren't mentioned in the pamphlet?"

The one that he mostly didn't read.

"My bombs are all in the weapons locker," she said sourly. "And I haven't seen a bandersnatch since Gagazet. My friend Mel goes patrolling for vampires, except there usually aren't any. Except like a month ago, there was, and I guess her brother, too, when he showed up Parents' Weekend. So it's not really no vampires. Not many fiends to kill, though. Which sucks, but I just went home for a supply run so I'm all good."

"Things are more interesting if there are monsters running about," Reno said with a shrug. "Guess I'll cope. Somehow."

Rikku shrugged. "There are awesome classes and naked mutinies and ooooooh, we need more cheerleaders. That's always fun."

Huh. So Rude hadn't been entirely full of shit. That was good to know.

"So, you on the 'squad, then?" There was a beat. Wait for it. "...Wait. Naked mutinies?"

"You betcha! And we need more people to try out." She bounced. "Do you cheer? And we haven't had a mutiny in ages. I think it was summer. We were supposed to have one for John Crichton's wedding and I totally forgot. Not like at his wedding? But afterwards? 'Cause he taught Annoying Your Teachers last summer and that ruled and he managed to get pictures of what we did to Hades's office and oh man, I miss his class."

"I'm more inclined to appreciate the cheer team than ever aim to be on it," Reno replied dismissively, inclining his chin as he gave the crazy, bouncy girl another look-over. Maybe none of the cheerleaders on this island knew how to dress themselves. Given that she was wearing short-shorts, he was suddenly hoping that such would be the case.

And, because he had to ask. Had to.

"Dare I ask what one does on a naked mutiny, yo?"

"I'm sure you'd do great," Rikku said reassuringly, missing his point entirely. "It's more about having fun than anything, you know? And naked mutinies are when you all strip down and redecorate the vice-principal's office with, like, little pony figurines and posters that say "Some-bunny wuvs you" and other crap that's going to make his hair turn bright red. Except the first time I think it was glitter and boykissy posters? The first one just kinda happened, anyway."

"Boykissy must be some kinda fixation around here. You're the second student I've talked to today, and you're the second one to bring it up, yo." Rude was not going to be hearing about boykissy. He'd never live it down.

"It's something to do with the glitter," she said with a shrug. "There was a girlkissy party, back when Umbridge was here? Kind of a protest-y thing. But I didn't go, 'cause J--" Rikku made a face. "Just seemed like a bad idea."

Reno made a face at the face that Rikku made.

"Got it. Bad idea." Some freak at the party, or maybe some spark she didn't want to talk about. Whatever. Reno didn't particularly care, so he wasn't going to push the topic. "You seem to be real big on the mutinies and protests, yo. Got a lot to say, hm?"

"Just not so hot on authority," she shrugged. "Here, follow our religion and don't think, we'll do it for you. Wow, how could anyone have guessed those people were evil? I mean, I'm shocked."

Fantastic job, Reno. Lead the conversation into murky territory.

"Ah. Issues with spiritual freaks. I hear that. They come complete with freaky cult-chants, too? Gotta love that type, yo."

"Nah, this was more of a standardized deal." Rikku shrugged again. "Lots of temples, lots of followers, some of them were okay, the rest thought that we were killing babies or some crap, and all of it was a bunch of lies anyway."

She waved it off. "Doesn't matter. Sorry. Last thing you care about is me rambling about weird stuff from somewhere else."

Huh. Crazy girl seemed to have a good idea about how real life worked, too. That was interesting.

"I'm here to learn about other places," he mused, "but I'm not gonna drill you or anything." Now was as good a time for a change of topic as any. "Name's Reno, by the way. Don't think I gave it to you while I was sitting on my ass on the ground."

"You don't wanna know about Spira," she said, shaking her head. "It sucked. The end. I'm Rikku. Wait, no, I told you that, when you were calling me Yoto." She blinked at him curiously. "Who's Yoto?"

"Uh." Wow. Nobody had ever actually asked him about that, before. "Isn't a person, or even a thing, really. I just say it, yo. Kinda... rolls off the tongue, zoto."

Along with 'zoto.' Sounded nice, didn't it?

"You just ... made up words?" Rikku said, tilting her head at him curiously. "That's kinda weird, isn't it?"

Not that she could really say much about "weird."

"Nobody ever pointed it out until now. Been saying 'em so long they're habit mostly." A smirk crept across Reno's lips. "They don't mean anything. They aren't hurtin' anyone, yoto."

"Never said they were," she announced airily. "Doesn't make it less weird, yoto. Or are those words for just-you?"

Reno shrugged and snorted a bit at that.

"You wanna pass 'em around, I'm not gonna stop you." He smirked faintly. "But nobody's ever gonna make 'em sound as good as I do, yo."

Rikku rolled her eyes. "Are you always this cocky?"

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