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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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"And about as thrilled to be here as I am," Warren noted. "At least everyone here isn't... clingy."

Over-friendly, actually, was a better phrase for it.

"I did not want to come," Helen agreed. "Can you believe the priests threatened to stone me and exile me again if I did not come?"

"Everyone is too... cheerful."

"They agreed not to exile you so long as you went away?"

Somehow, Warren found that notion to be somewhat amusing. And, really, not at all surprising.

"I just hope the cheerfulness isn't contagious."

Warren was pretty certain that he had built up immunity. Pretty certain.

Helen was not amused and it definitely showed in her face. "They agreed not to exile me permanently if I went away to school."

"And I can be cheerful. I just don't choose to be at the moment."

"Whichever," Warren replied with a small shrug of his shoulders. "I've had pleasant moments, too. But now seems to be a good time not to be."

Just in case people started to get ideas early-on that he was at all approachable, or something absurd like that.

"So how did you end up here?" she asked, staring out at all of the happy people.

There were way too many happy people out there. There just were.

"My mother figured that my last school had too many bad influences, so she figured she'd send me here hoping that it was a healthier environment," Warren replied with a clear eyeroll. "Or something."

Warren had his reasons to think that his mother's judgment was suspect.

It's not that Helen necessarily minded happy people. She just wasn't used to not being able to avoid them if she was unhappy. Or, in the case of the priests, get them to avoid her. And today she was definitely unhappy.

"Too many negative people there, affecting your sunny mood?" Helen said with an only slightly smug grin. And yeah, it was mostly a joke. She knew she was being bitchy, but she also figured he could take it - and maybe even appreciate it.

Warren's eyebrow twitched upward, but then, so did the corners of his lips, slightly.

"Something like that," he agreed. "I don't think it's going to make much of a difference, anyhow. High school is high school no matter where you go."

"I've never been," Helen said glumly. "But the whole thing sounds ghastly."

"My last school saw more than a few changes before the end of last year," he replied. "But if this school is anything like it, expect weird classes, insane teachers, and a student or two bent on taking over the world with their grand criminal schemes."

A pause.

"That's just how high school works," he explained.

Helen rolled her eyes. "Wonderful. I already had to save all the worlds once."

She sighed. "Well, as long as there aren't cannibals."

"I'm pretty sure there aren't cannibals," Warren assured her. Saving the world (or, all of them, as her case might be) just didn't seem to be a terrible stretch. "Though there are always students who speculate about the cafeteria food. I'm pretty sure it's safe, anyhow."

She let out a sigh. "Maybe it wo't be completely terrible."

"I mean, at least I can always have glare-offs with you." She managed another small smile for him.

"Oh, it'll find a way to be completely terrible," Warren replied, and yes, that was a smirk on his lips, now. "Giving you dirty looks all term is probably going to be a highlight, I'm sure."

"Maybe we'll end up in some of the same classes," Helen said without much hope. "We could fend them off together. Sit back to back and you can glare at one half of the room and I'll glare at the other."

"It could happen," he mused, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a folded scrap of paper. "I haven't even looked at my class schedule yet. We could compare our, I suppose. Gives us a head start on properly planning out our glaring strategy."

[There's a storm just outside. I'm unplugged, so if I vanish, the battery died and I'm too chicken to plug it in again until it passes.]

Helen nodded and pulled her incredibly neatly folded paper from her own pocket. "Hmmm... I have Destiny and Free Will on Monday, The Right Tools on Tuesday, Escape Artistry on Thursday, and Roving the Galaxy on Friday."

"Escape artistry," Warren replied, giving a nod as he looked over his schedule. "I'm not in any of the other ones, but I am taking that."

The rest of Warren's classes seemed to be... well. They seemed kind of strange, even by Sky High standards.

Helen sighed again. "Well, I suppose one is better than nothing."

"If nothing else, we can look at this as a way of expanding our horizons. We can compare notes," Warren suggested. "Or something."

There was a pause while he looked at the paper again, squinting.

"Unless it's a typo," and he really hoped it was a typo, "I'm in a class for... learning how to be a bitch."

....

"That has to be a typo."

"We can totally compare notes," Helen said. "That's the sole good thing about this place. I get to take all sorts of classes instead of only learning what the priests want me to know."

"How to be a..." Helen quirked her lips. "Doesn't seem like the kind of thing you'd need to take lessons in."

Warren grunted his agreement, there.

"Easy credits," he decided. Pending it wasn't a typo. "I've got courses on extracurriculars and ... fashion taught by a mercenary?"

Oh, maybe that was the class that Teddy had warned him not to take.

"Weird."

"Very," Helen agreed. "Are all high schools so... odd?"

"The one I went to before was. This one is getting there." He shrugged. "Last one wasn't really a normal school, though."

Well. It was normal enough to the students going to it.

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