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bigdamnprincipal) wrote in
fandomhigh2010-08-28 03:12 am
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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 differentmoddable 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!]
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
With everything set up and the crew out of the way, it was time for the picnic to begin!
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Re: Meet the Reserves [Fall 2010]
"I am Raven," she said, more calmly, though her voice was still tight. "And we have met before. I came to the Justice League seeking their help, and you denounced me as evil and made them chase me away. And you led them to disrupt the ritual to stop my father from entering this world." Which led directly to Arella's sacrifice to bar Trigon's way, and a fresh ache of loss swept through Raven.
Re: Meet the Reserves [Fall 2010]
"I can feel something in you. It...scares me a bit. A lot. But I can't tell, not just after meeting you. I-" She took a step back. "I'm sorry." And then she turned and walked away, feeling both troubled and confused. And scared, but of herself. Did I fail, father? She wasn't too eager to mingle anymore with anyone.
Re: Meet the Reserves [Fall 2010]