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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!

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"Cuoer," Cal muttered, after a moment of thinking what it would have been with the 'o' and the 'u' switched. "Huh. Well, at least it doesn't have pretentious, unnecessary 'e's at the end of it, like Grosse Pointe does."

"Gross Pointe?" Ned repeated. And then repeated it with a strong 'e' at the end. "Maybe it was for flair? Or someone wasn't paying attention when they named the town and added an extra 'e'? At least it's not a 'q'?"

"Two extra 'e's," Cal said, holding up his fingers. "The Grosse has got one, too. A silent one, I guess. And, yeah, it was definitely for flair, but I think the guy who came up with it was a little confused on good flair and bad flair."

Pause.

"A 'q' would be interesting..."

And this was...potentially the longest conversation about letters that Cal had ever had.

"Two 'e's," Ned repeated, mentally spelling it out. Yeah, those 'e's were weird. "What's Michigan like? Do they have picnics at schools like this? Coeur d'Coeurs didn't."

"Ummmm..." Cal shifted a little as he thought about it; remembering a picnic or two didn't exactly give him the best memories. "...yeaaah," he said, reluctantly. "They did. I mean, where I went. I went to a private school there, too, so. And my family was pretty big on picnics, too. Michigan's...Michigan? I don't know, I liked it. I lived in California for a bit, too. If I had to choose between the two of them, I'd probably stick with Michigan."

"If I had to choose between Coeur d'Coeurs and North Thrush, I'd choose Coeur d'Coeurs," he said, nodding. It was a little startling to realize that, considering what had happened at home but he hadn't been alone then. "Maybe it won't be so bad here?"

Ned glanced around at the crowd, at the building in the distance. "Maybe I might just hide in my room the entire time."

Cal grinned a little at that. "It's too nice here to just hide inside," he pointed.

Plus, he didn't think they'd really allow smoking inside the rooms. He jerked his head toward the dormitory building. "Which room they put you in? I got 405."

"Down in 213," Ned told him, looking over at the dormitory. "Considering the last place I slept was just a line of beds in a giant room with a ceiling that, I swear, didn't have a roof, I'll take it."

"I got you beat," Cal said, grinning despite the fact that this was definitely not something anyone should be proud of or bragging about. "For a little while in San Francisco, I was literally sleeping in bushes."

"That'd make it hard to hang pictures on the wall," Ned said, making the motions of hanging a picture. "Branches don't support weight at all."

He ended up starting to laugh halfway through and shook his head. "Sorry. I never thought anyone would be able to top the boarding school I was out. I thought that place was haunted."

"Well, I kind think," Cal admitted with a light shrug, "that with all the weird places I've lived, I'd kind of beat out a lot of people."

Because, you know...Suburban Detroit on the cusp of the riots, then Middlesex, then one hotel after another, then that park in San Francisco, then living with a transvestite...

"What made you think it was haunted?"

"It was dark," Ned said. He knew that was a weak excuse but it was really all he had. "And quiet. Except for the noises in the dark that broke up the quiet. But those might have been other students getting up or talking. I just convinced myself it was haunted so I could do something at night when I didn't sleep."

"...Do something?" Cal asked, his head tilted a little.

He was also thinking that, by Ned's description, he could have been pretty easily convinced it might be haunted, too. A simple description, but Cal was picturing it; it took the form of the cabin in Petosky, but much larger, obviously, and that cabin was definitely haunted, even if only my memories.

"Well, I didn't sleep," Ned clarified, "and we weren't allowed to get out of bed. I didn't have a book or anything like that. So, I convinced myself the boarding school was haunted. It passed the time."

"So, you'd just...lie there...and think about all the ghosts and stuff?"

"Not very healthy sounding when you put it that way," Ned said and shrugged, blushing a little. "I really didn't have anything else to do."

"Awww, no," Cal chuckled a little sheepishly, feeling bad. "I didn't mean it like that, man. I think that's kind of cool, actually. Maybe not healthy, no, but, hey, you got a good, active imagination on you."

"Well, let's hope that little habit of mine doesn't transfer over here," Ned said after thinking about it. "I don't want my roommate to think that I think he's a ghost or something. No good would come of that."

"Would make things interesting, though," Cal offered helpfully, and then he asked, "Who's your roommate?"

Not at all because he was possibly interested in tracking down Ned's roommate and trying to pull 'my roommate is crazy and thinks I'm a ghost' stories out of him in a few weeks or anything, really.

"Dick Grayson who is not a unicorn," Ned told him. "That...actually makes sense after a conversation this morning. He's not a ghost, as far as I can tell but things could all change at night."

"Dick Grayson who is not a unicorn and probably not a ghost, it's too early to tell," Cal repeated, then nodded. "Got it."

He couldn't decide whether that conversation was something he was curious about or if it was one he really, really wanted to know absolutely nothing about.

"I'm not insane," he had to say. "At least, I don't feel insane. If I'm coming off insane, I can tone it down."

He couldn't.

"Insane people don't usually feel insane," Cal pointed out. That that he wanted to insinuate that Ned was coming off as insane, because, really, comparatively, he wasn't. Just...eccentric.

"Oh." Well, there went his best excuse for escape. 'I'm not insane but I really need to run wildly away from here' just didn't sound as good. "I guess I should be relieved at that. If there's one thing I don't need, it's insanity on top of everything else."

"Yeah, but," Cal continue, not helping, to be sure, "insanity might help in that case, because it's like you'd know. You know?"

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