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

Oh look, there were tables and chairs over here too, away from all the informational stuff. 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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"Oh, I'm not FROM this century," Sokka told him cheerfully. "Or this universe, really. I'm from a different world entirely."

"So you are not from Earth," Worf said to clarify things. "And you claim to be a warrior. What planet are you from?"

"No, NOT a different planet," Sokka replied, clarifying things more properly. "A different world. Universe. Thing."

"I see," Worf said. "So when you say 'universe' you clearly are not talking about another star system."

"Nope," Sokka agreed. "A different dimension entirely. ~~Like the one where Spock has a goatee.~~ You're an alien, right? Which means you're from the future? So you should understand about alternate universes, shouldn't you?"

"Somewhat," Worf answered. "I've read about an incident in preparation for my studies at the academy."

"Well, there you go. I'm from one of those. We've got people from all OVER, here."

"I see," Worf said, a dour expression on his face. "And how did you come to be here?"

"Oh, I followed a fox spirit onto the causeway," Sokka replied, cheerfully. "Did you come in a spaceship?"

"No," Worf growled. "At the moment, I'm not exactly sure how I got here. But I assure you once I find out the person responsible will pay!"

Oops. Worf just crushed the cup of coffee he was just drinking. Reigning in his temper, Worf collected a napkin and cleaned off his hands.

"Sorry," he said but it was pretty clear he was not apologizing for anything.

Sokka stared at the cup. "Okay, yeah, we'll crush them like bugs! But for right now, chill out. This really isn't a bad place to be stuck."

"I am Klingon," Worf growled. "We do not chill."

Not that Worf was absolutely familiar with the phrase but he wasn't a big fan of being cold in general.

"Oh, yeah?" Sokka replied with a chuckle. "Let me introduce you to my sister."

A pause.

"...Okay, trust me, that joke's WAY funnier in context."

"Attempting to make me mate with your sister will not work," Worf growled. "Human women are too fragile for a Klingon."

Sokka stared. "...Okay, EW. No, I meant she could get you to 'chill' by covering you in ice. She does that kind of thing. ESPECIALLY if you try to 'mate' with her." He smirked. "No, go ahead, try it. This I gotta see."

"As I said, human women are too fragile," Worf said caustically. "Though I have not heard of one that can cover me in ice in the middle of spring."

"A-yup, she can do that," Sokka told him. "She's a bender like that. It's a thing."

"I am not familiar with a 'bender'. Explain!" Worf ordered.

Sokka raised an eyebrow and sighed. "Look, if you're going to be stuck here with us, you're going to need to work on that attitude problem of yours. ASK, don't demand. It's only common courtesy."

"Explain," Worf demanded.

He then paused and added, "Please."

Sokka grinned. "There you go! That wasn't that hard, was it? Okay. So. In my world, a 'bender' is someone who can control one of the four elements with their chi. Katara has mastery over water, so she's a 'waterbender'. What about you? Any cool powers?"

"No," Worf said. "I am a Klingon. We do not needs such things. Obviously your people have some genetic mutation that allows you to manipulate the environment. Fascinating."

By his tone it may not be clear if he actually finds that fascinating or not.

"Hey, watch who you're calling a mutant, Captain Forehead!"

"I'm a cadet," Worf said correcting the boy. "Not a captain. And my forehead is no business of yours."

"Are you SURE you're not related to Zuko?"

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