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

Since the area with all the informational signs was bound to get a bit clogged up, even more tables and chairs had been set up on the lawn, in a slightly different spot.

[OCD is up! This is the SECOND post for general mingling. Use this post if your browser can't handle the comment load of the first mingling post. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are here.]

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And in a couple of years, everyone else's version of how the Battle of Marathon really went would be completely the opposite of Gabrielle's version. Go figure.

"I suppose two thousand years or so would get things a little confused," she said, considering.

"Or three," Dinah offered. "I think our version of Homer was that long ago. Anyway. What are you here to study, if you want to be a bard?" She grinned. "If you stick around here any time at all? You'll have a ton of stories."

"I'm not sure yet," Gabrielle admitted. "Xena wants me to get a chance to brush up on my fighting skills while I study. I didn't exactly get a chance to look at the course listing before Ares sent me here though . . ."

"There's lots of chances to study fighting here and if I pretend you didn't say Ares will it help not to break my brain when I wonder if you mean the Greek god of war?"

Facepalm.

"That's the one." Gabrielle rolled her eyes. "I'm never telling him you recognize him. His ego's insufferable enough."

"Oh sure," Dinah said agreeably, rubbing her head. "Not like I'd expect anything else... so you're friends with Xena, and you write down her adventures?" She grinned. "Sort of like a sidekick?"

"I prefer to think of myself as a trusted companion," Gabrielle replied with a modicum of dignity. "But yes. I write down our adventures. She can't hog all the fighting even though she tries."

~~Who was that screaming person I thought I just saw?~~

~~Who, her? Just an animated homage on crack. Smile and nod, pretend she's gone already.~~

"Hey, I'm all for sidekicking. We're the ones who save the hero after the hero saves everyone else," Dinah said with a small grin. "And cooooooool. Oh, nuts. I was going to ask if I could read some, but I can't read Greek."

"Oh. That could be a problem," Gabrielle said. "I could read them to you sometime?"

She brightened considerably at Dinah's assessment. "We do, don't we? I happen to think it's an important job."

"Cool! We'll be in the cabins for two weeks in a couple days, that sounds like the perfect thing to listen to around a campfire." Dinah bounced, grinning. "And yeah! I mean, it's not like it's permanent. You have to learn crimefighting and weapons first on the job, before anyone lets you fight evil on your own, right? We're young, we have some time."

"Around the campfire is where I write some of my best scrolls," Gabrielle said brightly. Most of her scrolls at the moment, if you could read them, would read a lot like something on fanfiction.net actually. "I'd love a chance to tell some of those stories. So you know how things really happened."

"Cool!" Dinah bounced, then clarified, "Um, that means great, if it doesn't mean the same thing back in Poteidaia. And maybe we'll get a couple workshops together, that'd be fun."

"New words." Gabrielle beamed. "I like learning new words. They're so . . . interesting and full of potential. What sort of workshops are you taking?"

"I'm taking one on Terrain survival, with one of my fave teachers. And Criminal Justice, those are my serious courses." She looked a little sheepish. "And, well, Superhero Fashion. To know what to wear, when I'm a crimefighter. And TeeVee. Which is totally awesome and kind of hard to explain? But imagine you get to see a new play every week," Merlin loved that part of it, "With the same characters, just new plots."

"New plays?" Oh, look out. You thought she was bouncy before? "I've never actually gotten to see a play. We don't generally get to stick around a town that long, or when we do there's never any time for entertainment."

"Seriously? Oh! Then you have to come to the Boards! Geoffrey's this brilliant director there, and he puts on a new Shakespeare play every semester-- that's this really cool playwright who wrote some great stuff-- and now that there's new kids to try out for them, you can try out too maybe!"

Cue return-bounce, with squee!

"Really?" This had the potential to create a cycle of squee that might never, ever, ever end. "Are you kidding? I would love to be in a play! The only audience I ever get is Xena's horse, and I don't think she likes me much."

"I will totally grab you on Audition day and then we can try out at the same time. I have no idea what play he's putting on, but the last one was a blast, about this king invading a nearby country and all the problems with it." Dinah gleed. More actors! Woo! And stories, yes! "You have to meet my friend Tony, he's going to be a director, do you guys have directors back in Greece? They're the ones that organize the whole play, he stage manages and helps Geoffrey at the Theater." Dinah took a breath. Possibly her first one in five minutes. "Anyway, you'll love it here, it's awesome!"

"I think so? Like I said, I've never actually had a chance to go to one, so I don't know how they work."

If she had known ~~which she wouldn't until season 4~~, she'd have given Dinah a rundown on the theater business in ancient Greece that sounded disturbingly like ~~the plot of The Producers~~ the modern model.

"And," Gabrielle added, looking puppyish and hopeful, "don't let me forget! I would love to get a chance to try out."

"Not a problem! It'll probably be a Tuesday or Thursday-- do they have those in Ancient Greece?" Dinah interrupted herself. "And I'm in Room 312 when we're in the dorms. I'll be in Rutherford B. Hayes cabin when we move out to them in a day or so. Easy to find!"

"Those I'm not familiar with," Gabrielle admitted. Shocking, actually. "I'm supposed to be in . . ."

She peered at the piece of paper she'd gotten from when Peyton had shown her to the sign-in tables. "Room 218. And Lyndon B. Johnson cabin."

"Third day of the week, and fifth day of the week. Um. Seven-day cycle?" Dinah shook her head. "New cultures, always an adjustment. Anyway, I'll find you, or you find me, and at some point I'll explain phones and answering machines, but not now, 'cause I know someone who killed his the first week he was here and that never ends well."

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