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Zoe Winchester ([personal profile] bigdamnprincipal) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2008-05-09 08:43 am

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.]

Re: General Mingling (Summer 2008)

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2008-05-10 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you saying you'll accompany me?" she wheedled. "I should hate to be reciting such important work a cappella."

Re: General Mingling (Summer 2008)

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2008-05-10 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd love to," Chad said, strumming a rising chord for a moment before taking a moment to remember exactly how Alice had recited her alphabet the first time, and then picking up that tune.

Re: General Mingling (Summer 2008)

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2008-05-10 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"H," Alice announced, hands clasped behind her. "I, J. K ... L. M? N-O. ... P."

That required a dramatic flourish, she'd wait for it.

Re: General Mingling (Summer 2008)

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2008-05-10 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Chad certainly agreed. P was just a letter that demanded attention; Prince Oscar Pedro would agree.

The dramatic flourish that filled the pause had a distinctly Latin lilt to it.

Re: General Mingling (Summer 2008)

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2008-05-10 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Very nice," Alice said, sotto voce so she didn't disrupt the reading. She cleared her throat.

"Q? ... R S. T, U -- V. W ... X ... Y? Z."

She stopped, and then curtsied. "You should bow," she decided.

Re: General Mingling (Summer 2008)

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2008-05-10 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Chad shifted his guitar a little to the side so that he could stand up and do just that.

"I think that had to be the best alphabet recitation ever," he decided.

Re: General Mingling (Summer 2008)

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2008-05-10 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"I couldn't have done it without you," she laughed. "We make an excellent team. We should do this again at the next picnic, make a very Art sort of demonstration of it."

Re: General Mingling (Summer 2008)

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2008-05-10 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd like that," Chad nodded. "But the next picnic's not gonna be until the next session. We should just do it just 'cause one of the days."

Re: General Mingling (Summer 2008)

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2008-05-10 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"That works as well," she laughed. "I'm in room five-one-one, which I'll presume is on the fifth floor, and I seem to be in a cabin called Cygnus. Are we going on some sort of nature-hike?"

Re: General Mingling (Summer 2008)

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2008-05-10 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Chad's head tilted a little. "I'm in Cygnus," he realized, which was pretty cool to already meet up with one of his cabinmates. "Err, 312 normally, though. And there might be? There's the preserve; if you want to go on one, that's a good place to do it."

Re: General Mingling (Summer 2008)

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2008-05-10 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Then I shall certainly be seeing you there," Alice smiled. "In the cabins, braving nature, however nature decides to drop by and torment us. Though the weather seems nice so I suppose it won't be much torment at all."

Re: General Mingling (Summer 2008)

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2008-05-10 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"It usually doesn't torment much," Chad assured her. "And the cabins are actually kind of nice, so it's not that bad."

Although there seemed a hint of disappointment buried somewhere in that deep rumble of a voice he had.