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

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

Behold! More tables and chairs, away from all the informational stuff! Enjoy the food!

[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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Meg chewed on her lip as she tried to think. "I don't think I know any of those people. You?"

Dawn...might have immediately thought of both Willow and Andrew. But Willow was out of town and Andrew was...no. "Uh uh. Darn it. This is going to require a new plan."

"I knew I should have flunked everything last term," Meg said, frowning.

The part of her that had spent a summer with Willow rebelled at just hearing that. "But...Stanford. Maybe we just need to move it closer, and this is the kind of stuff I didn't think of before I spent two years here."

"We should convince the island to move to California," Meg said, nodding. "I mean, we're only an hour away from each other so if we put the island between Stanford and Berkeley then it'll only be a half hour away from the both of us."

Dawn couldn't help grinning. "I think this is a much better plan. Plus it'd be warmer and there could be surfing. An hour, huh? I'm gonna need to get a car or a bike or figure out buses or something." Something told her she was going to need someone who'd been in and around Fandom, so she didn't start thinking she was dreaming or something.

"What do you think we need to do to convince the island?"

"Yeah, I've got my own place too. My parents didn't want me to be in the dorms with the sinners," Meg said, rolling her eyes. "You're welcome to visit whenever you want. You'd get your own bedroom." Yes, Meg was spoiled.

"Uh...I don't think money is going to work," she said. "And I'm not into ritual sacrifice. Maybe there's some sort of secret 'move to California' dance we can perform?"

"Oooh, cool!" She'd totally be taking Meg up on that, yes. "Wait. They let you live in the dorms here and they won't let you live in them at Stanford?" Dawn started giggling. "I guess your parents haven't met Dean or Alec, huh?"

"We should definitely do that. Probably at dawn or midnight--those are the best times for stuff like ritual dances."

"My parents think girls and guys live in separate dorms here," Meg admitted. "And, no, they haven't met anybody from here. My sister has met Dean though. Then again, I think Lizzie is worse than Dean or Alec when it comes to that sort of thing."

Meg chuckled. "I'd totally be up for a dawn or midnight ritual dance. I might need some liquor beforehand, but I'll do it."

"Wow." She couldn't even imagine having kept that secret from Buffy for two years. "Wait. You have a sister who's worse than Dean or Alec? How?"

"We totally should," she nodded enthusiastically. "This is important, and I'm up for anything but tequila, because that apparently ends very badly for other people."

"Let's just say she did things that landed her in an all girls Catholic school," she said, shaking her head. Lizzie had an affinity for older men.

"I heard. You get anywhere near my hair with a sharp object and I'll have to hurt you," she teased.

"Wow. That's...wow." She wasn't sure, but she thought she was impressed.

Dawn glanced around oh-so-casually, looking for Sheppard. "I've been hiding from John all week. I think he may kill me. I wouldn't cut your hair, though. It doesn't stick up funny." At least, she thought that was her logic.

"I'm sure John won't kill you," Meg said. "...He might try to cut your hair though."

"Noooooo..." she groaned. "I like my hair."

"Maybe we could add a move to our ritual dance that prevents unwanted hair cutting?"

"...no one's going to see it but us, right?"

"Oh my god, nobody else can see it," Meg said, shaking her head quickly.

"Then maybe we should do that," she agreed, glancing around again, this time looking out for radio squirrels. "Just to be on the safe side."

"Yeah we should. I mean, I don't think anybody is going to try to cut my hair but it couldn't hurt to protect against it anyways,"

"So, the next question is, can we do this in normal clothes, or do we have to be all...you know about it?"

"Hey, you're the one that knows about this magical sort of stuff," Meg said, holding up her hands. "What usually works best?"

"Weeeeeell," Dawn fidgeted, twirling hair around her finger, "I know there are some that work better if you're naked, but if we're making this one up anyway..."

"Uh..." Meg wasn't sure if she could do that. "Maybe we could split the difference and just do it in bras and underwear?"

"Better!" Dawn decided immediately, not sure she could have done naked rituals without passing out from embarrassment. "Yes, that's definitely a better idea. See, you're a natural at this!"

"Now there's something to be proud of," Meg said, giggling.

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