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

It might have been the start of the fall semester, but it was definitely still summer in Fandom. The sun was shining and the temperature was already starting to get high, even as the NPC crew set things up for the day.

Luckily, the school knew how to take care of folks on days like today. Beneath the blue and gold streamers and balloons, tables had been set up with cold drinks and food, and an entire section devoted to offering up different ~~moddable~~ ice cream flavors. As always, there was a stack of nametags set down next two signs: one listing the Big Sibling/Little Sibling pairings, and one listing rooms and roommates for the new students.

With everything set up and the crew out of the way, it was time for the picnic to begin!

[~~Please wait for OCD!~~ The OCD is up! This is part one of the picnic, specifically for meeting siblings, roommates, and teachers. The rest of the picnic is happening here and here, in an effort to keep browsers from breaking for as long as possible. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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Zack grimaced a little, and then he shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know," he admitted. "I mean, it's not like we're kids, right? I've been in SOLDIER for a few years already, now. And there are lots of other students who are wired for this sort of thing. If nothing else, at least people had to see why we fighters don't want to just roll over and agree to be students exclusively, not after what happened the last time."

"Not everyone is made for it, I'll grant. But they ought to at least be glad some are," she replied dryly. "Soldier--" She totally missed the all caps there. "--is that your company?"

Well, in all fairness, it wasn't as though all-caps were easy to pronounce. Maybe if Zack started yelling the name?

"It's a branch of the company I work for, actually," Zack confided, looking more than a little proud of that fact, cookies all but forgotten. "SOLDIER is ShinRa's elite military. We take care of stuff that the infantry and the security department can't really handle."

"Which is how much of it?"

Hey, she was in the infantry, thank you.

"Oh, they do a good job," Zack replied, "don't get me wrong. But if it takes up too much of the company's resources to arm them and ship them off, it's probably going to fall back to me and a handful of infantrymen for cleanup. They probably get more work than I do."

... Especially lately. He was trying not to pout again.

"You must have a lot of wars then," Maladicta replied, trying to keep from getting the puppy sad face. It was... disturbing.

He'd spent years perfecting the sad face! It maybe lost a bit now, what with the scar and the funky hair, but that just meant that he'd have to try harder.

"There have been a few," he agreed. "And there are some pretty nasty monsters and things back home, too. Always plenty going on to keep the military busy, that way. What are things like where you're from?"

"The war we'd been in for quite some time just recently ended." Kinda. "Though, at that point, the only thing the soldiers were contributing to was the fertilizing of the battlefields."

Zack actually winced a little at that one. Nevermind that he'd done a good deal of fertilizing himself, when it came to his raid on Fort Tamblin in Wutai.

"I'm sorry to hear that it was that bad," he offered. "I mean... I'm made to fight, but there's no news that's quite as good to hear as that the war is over, too."

Even if it meant that he just sat around and stagnated and slowly lost his mind.

"Made to fight?" Of course she picked up on that.

Well, why not!

"Kind of built for it," Zack clarified. "I guess you could say. Everybody in SOLDIER is. That's why we're the go-to people for the bigger stuff, you know? One of us can take down an enemy that two dozen people from ShinRa's other organizations would take heavy casualties on."

Which... wasn't bragging. When Zack bragged, you knew.

That earned him an overly interested look. "You don't smell too off from being human."

Blink. Blink blink.

"You have a really good nose," Zack offered. "I'm... Not really normal, I guess."

Kind of. Sort of. Being doused in radiation and gene-spliced with an alien entity bent on interplanetary destruction had that effect on a guy.

"Aren't we all?"

That got Zack to relax a bit, yes.

"I guess we are," he agreed. That's what he'd been telling his new little sibling earlier, too, after all. "It keeps things from getting too boring, right?"

"I think this place is never in danger of being boring."

"No, that's true," Zack agreed, pursing his lips thoughtfully. "Way too comfortable, maybe. But never boring."

A thought occurred to him, now that the cookies were well and truly out of mind.

"Will we be seeing more of you at the reserves from now on?"

"I think you will," Maladicta replied. "As long as you don't give away any more of these cookies while I'm there."

"Usually we get the cookies from in town anyhow," Zack replied, falling right back into a momentary pout. "There's not enough time in the week to bake new ones for every meeting. Not if I want to keep up on training, too."

That made so much more sense. "Have you... actually tried one?"

"No," he admitted. "I didn't want to take any away from the tray, just in case there were lots of new people..."

And besides, he had a whole pocket full of Oreos that he kept forgetting about! Oreos!

"Perhaps you should try one." Just so you can tell the horror.

Zack gave Maladicta a kind of curious sort of look, at that.

"You think so?"

But she'd called them poison! Now he was confused!

"Just a little bit," she warned. There was no way she was dragging him to the clinic.

That's what phoenix downs were for!

"Well, okay," Zack replied, shrugging and reaching for a cookie.

... The next few moments and the expression that followed could only be described as 'brain-breaking horror. And possibly a good deal of spitting on the ground, and trying not to make horrible gagging noises.

Oh, the truth was a painful thing.

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