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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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"Like a megaphone of some variety?" She imagined someone shouting into one end of a very thin little tube and creating echoes to anyone with a box. That might get annoying, depending on who had tubes. Perhaps they confiscated them to prevent mischief in the wee hours. "I shall have to ... get a radio box."

Except that she had nothing to her name. She tried not to show concern. Somehow, she'd find money, or make herself a radio box. She could get by, as well.

"It sounds dangerous. I hope no one's managed it so far. Planets seem awfully huge to be blowing apart and putting back together again."

"Tell you what, I'll get you one. Call it a housewarming gift. Havin' a radio really helps out for the first little bit when you're new around this place. How else are you gonna know when the place has been invaded by angry bears with knives?"

... That had sounded saner in his head, really.

"Planet's still the way it was when I came here. Hurtin', maybe even dyin', but not dead. 'S gonna have to do, for now."

"Oh, no, I couldn't possibly," she said quickly, rocking on her heels again. "Please don't on my account. I suppose it's not likely to be much of a secret, if angry bears are stomping around outside."

She hesitated, unsure of the proper way to express one's sympathy in this manner. "I'm sorry," she settled on. "That your planet is sick. I hadn't realized planets could take ill."

Reno just shrugged a shoulder. The plan had been set. Alice was going to have a radio before the day was through, come hell or high water. No point protesting. He'd write instructions or whatever, even.

"Takes someone to make it sick," he explained. "Gaia hasn't really had the most responsible caretakers lately."

He should know. First-hand. Dammit.

"One hopes it gets better ones, soon," she nodded. "One would imagine that's likely to stir people to action, a planet being sickly. Not something one can ignore and go about one's day."

"Yeah," Reno agreed, and his attention was suddenly very thoroughly on the cookies that he had pilfered from the table. "Plenty of people willin' to go to drastic measures to save the planet, or whatever."

"There's no use worrying, then, is there?" Alice asked, setting her chin. "If there are a lot of desperate people trying rather hard to save your planet, then one would imagine it will be saved. Reassuring thought."

"Some people got a real funny idea of how to go about doin' the right thing," Reno ventured. "Savin' the planet's a great idea. But I think I'd like it better if they didn't think they had to do it by killin' everyone on it, yo."

Alice frowned. "That's a bit self-defeating, isn't it?" she asked. "What's the point to saving the planet if you've killed everyone on it? No one's going to live there."

"Planet rebuilds itself, or somethin'," he responded, scowling at the cookies for a moment before giving a shrug of his shoulders and looking up again. "I try not to follow that kinda logic. Too busy keepin' 'em from killin' every livin' thing on Gaia to bother with it, yo."

"It's all very well and good for the planet to rebuild itself, but none of us would be there to see it," Alice scoffed.

The point of environmentalism peered down at Alice as it sailed cleanly over her head. Perhaps it waved?

"You destroy them?" she asked, nodding a little. "The ones who would destroy everything."

Reno's cookies were totally forgotten, now. Set on the table so that he could ball his hands into fists. And his fists would go into his pockets, like so, in order to prevent him from breaking them against convenient nearby trees.

He was going to have to find a flower bed somewhere just to step on it. That would help his mood. Motherfuckers.

"Whenever I saw a chance to rid the planet of a few enviro-terrorist fuckwipes, I took it, zoto."

Splat.

Alice didn't follow many of those words - 'enviro-terrorist' was not in her vocabulary, nor was 'fuckwipe.' But the gist was clear.

"Well done," she said, clasping her hands behind her back. "Have they stopped?"

"For now."

That, really, was good enough for Reno.

"S'just a matter of puttin' it all back together, now."

Some things weren't going to ever be fixed.

"Then I'd say you succeeded," Alice said crisply. "Hard to put anything back together when the world's been demolished."

"Tough to fix anything when everyone's dead," Reno agreed, even if there was a hint of doubt in those words, somewhere.

For a moment, though, it might be nice to entertain the thought that he was a hero.

Moment passed quickly. Right, then.

He was going to reach for his cookies. "You like cookies?"

It was simply the logical next step to this conversation.

Alice herself had no such doubts. Convenient, that. Morality could take a backseat to necessity. She had needed to leave the asylum. Violence had allowed that to happen. Therefore, violence was all well and good.

"I love cookies," she said. "Are you sure no one will mind? I've had rather a lot."

"There's plenty more left on the table," Reno said, back to pleasant conversation. About cookies. Weren't cookies awesome? "I think if people like us don't eat 'em, they're gonna be stuck with leftovers for weeks, yo."

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