fandomhigh | 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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"Mine are more island-specific," Reno replied, laughing a bit. "Realized over the summer that a bunch'a shit happens around here that a lotta the locals ain't made to handle. Figured I'd fix that, yo."

"A bunch'a shit?"

Colour Kūkaku intrigued.

"What kind of shit?"

"Well, this time around it was gapin' holes in reality lettin' monsters in and takin' people away to other worlds," Reno replied.

Like it was the most natural thing ever.

It was more common than you'd think!

Kūkaku let out a slow, impressed whistle. "Got 'em back, did you?" she asked.

"The good ones, anyway?"

"Someone else did," Reno laughed. "I was one of the dumbfucks that got dragged away, yo. But I wanna think that I at least helped keep the kids who were stuck with me in that wasteland in one piece."

More or less one piece.

"Good times," he added. Because, if you were Reno, then that totally was a good way to spend a weekend.

"Oh, yeah," said Kūkaku, with a snort. "Sounds like a hell of a holiday."

There weren't any explosions in the story thus far, so excuse her sarcastic smirk.

"Happen a lot around here, things like that?"

"You'd be surprised," Reno laughed. "Zombies, evil statues that you can blow the shit outta and they'll just put themselves back together. Vice Principal who was god of the underworld tryin' to turn the island into hell or some shit... Aliens blew up the friggin' school at graduation one year, but I wasn't here for that, yo."

And yes, he was sad about that, too.

God of the underworld definitely quirked Kūkaku's eyebrow. The rest of it seemed to earn a hint of a smirk. There were far more explosions in this part of Reno's description, so Kūkaku was feeling better about this whole thing.

"Sounds like you guys know how to party."

"Keeps us from gettin' bored," Reno practically purred. Mostly because most of what Reno tended to say usually came out as a bit of a purr, but more so when they were talking about things getting broken but good. "Sounds like you're the kinda girl who can appreciate a party like that one, yo."

"You bet your ass!" said Kūkaku with a cheerful grin. "Ain't worth the trouble if nothing ends up being blown to bits at one point or another. I figured getting to do it every week was a pretty good deal for a while."

"And teachin' impressionable young minds all about the same," Reno laughed. "Damn, we gotta compare notes sometime, yo. I ain't blown shit up since I came back here. Kinda missin' it."

Yeah, there was nothing quite like dodging shrapnel to get a guy all excited, really.

"Hey, we're in the same boat!" said Kūkaku. "I haven't blown anything up since I got here! What would you recommend?"

She hadn't been here all that long. Reno totally would have remembered a chest like that one. So, she was missing blowing things up already?

Oh, Reno liked her.

"Could probably rig up some pretty friggin' sweet explosions in the abandoned warehouse district," he mused, thoughtfully. "If that fails, there's always the area out by the Selkie Cliffs or whatever the hell they are now. Ain't nothin' quite like bombin' the hell outta Mother Nature, yo."

And the school wanted these two to spend time together? Were they insane?

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