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

Yes, there were even more tents on the other side of the lawn.

Yes, the tables and chairs that had been set up there were still close to the ice cream.

Priorities are very important here at Fandom High.

[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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"Why would he call ye that?" he asked, smiling at her laugh. "Or is it explained fully by him bein' touched in the head?"

She shook her head and reached into her purse, pulling out a stainless steel yo-yo.

"I use this as my main weapon," she explained, pulling the string out a little before wrapping it back up.

"It's called a yo-yo, if you're not familiar with them. But he's also crazy."

George eyed the yo-yo curiously. "Is it weighted then?" It'd be a bit like the batons th' Dogs carried about if it was. Still, there was the issue of the string getting tangled.

She shook her head and held the yo-yo out to him.

He took it with a quick smile and examined the yo-yo closely, feeling for a weight or something to make it remotely weaponlike.

"Yer a terrible lass t'be havin' me on like that," George told her, looking from the yo-yo back to Fiona.

She sighed, a little tiredly, before giving him a crooked smile and pulling some of the string out from the yo-yo.

"If you find a rock, I'll show you how it works. I promise it's not a joke."

Though more and more she was glad she was learning the sword.

T'be fair, once George saw how it worked, he'd probably respect the yo-yo thing more than a noble's sword.

"One rock for ye then, Fiona," he said easily, standing up to look around. He returned with both a good sized rock and a longer stick.

"Would this one do?"

She nodded and held her hand out for the stone.

"You found it so no calling me a cheat, all right?"

A bit of looping had the string held taunt between her pointer finger and her thumb.

"Lass, in th' Lower City, ye call someone a cheat wi'out proof, and yer found in th'river the next day," he said, seriously, his eyes fixed on the string. "I shouldn't like that."

Accepting what he'd said without another word, she held up the rock. Held up the string.

Pressed the string to the rock. Held up the two halves of the rock.

"See?"

His eyes widened as he reached for one of the halves of rock. Would've been nice to see magic like the people of old and see just how that happened. Still, he could ask.

"Is it magic then?" George asked, spinning the rock in his fingers but watching Fiona intently.

She shook her head.

"It's what I can do. If I have an edge and the will to cut, I can cut it."

She put the other half of the rock onto the ground before winding up the rest of the string. Where she cut was as smooth as glass.

"Which is why I can use that. Not magic, though."

"Impressive," George commented, still watching the rocks and the string. "An' ye can do it wi' anythiing?"

"Anything. Could do the same thing with my hair. A blade of grass. Someone's necklace."

She shrugged.

"Lots of people here can do things. Some people tell, some people don't. So you know."

George nodded, glancing back at the rock. Secrets didn't bother him. He figured them all out eventually.

"So I've heard," he said easily. "Have ye always been able t'do that then?"

"Maybe," she admitted with a shrug.

"But I only found out I could after my last birthday. My family is a little weird."

George snorted. He'd heard that description a few too many times today. "A little weird, aye? Like this place-" the sweep of his hand took in the crowd and the castle amd the lawns "- is just a tiny bit weird?"

"Exactly like that," and her wry smile spoke to more than a few difficulties because of it.

"Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Don' mind in th' slightest," George said. "I'm told it's another world. 'M from th' Lower City in Tortall."

"A different world," she agreed, "as I've never heard of that city, and I know almost all of Earth's geography."

Other than this island and a few hidden locations that weren't her fault.

"I'm from this world. But I just came back from a day or so in another world. What's yours like?"

"Dunno," he admitted after a moment's thought about lying. But then spinnin' a tale would mean he was ashamed of George Cooper and ashamed of his mam, and that surely wouldna stand.
"I've only been out of th'city once t'go downriver to Port Caynn. Th'city though - a lad could stay there his whole life an' never get bored. So many people comin' an' goin', bringin' their goods in t'trade and leavin' their valuables. Th'Court of th'Rogue watchin' over it all, an' the mots sellin' their flowers or pies. Th' Dogs marching on their rounds, catchin' a gixie lass at her pickpocketin'. It's a fine city."

She smiled at the description. She couldn't tell what he was talking about at some points, but he seemed to love it. It was like listening to Leto talk about Arrakis.

"Sounds very nice," she murmured when he'd finished, and she wasn't kidding or placating him.

"T'would be home," George said, smiling at her. "An' very different from what it looks like here." Because Fandom wasn't, you know, a mass of slums. "Yer from this world? Tell me about it now?"

"My description won't be nearly as interesting," she warned, "but would you like to hear about this place, or where I'm from? Del Sombre wasn't exactly an interesting place."

He settled back on his elbows in the grass to listen. "P'haps not interestin' to you," George replied. "But 'm certain t'will be over here." He raised an eyebrow, catching what sounded like past tense. "T'was goin' t'say your home, but I shouldn't like t'bring up any bad times?"

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