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

The weather was nice, the school wasn't currently under attack from forces not of this universe and they were still in Iceland. Oh yeah, it was day one of the rest of the newbies' lives.

Welcome to fandom, kiddos. Try not to trip over left over sombreros from Thursday!

[~~Please wait for~~ 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.]

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"... No Etherium?" What?

Jim had been sent to school on a crazy planet from which there was no escape. Great. Thanks, Delbert.

"How do spacers breathe when they need to make a long trip? I mean, if you just seal them in, the air would run out sooner or later, right?"

There was another long pause.

"Nope, I can't say I've ever heard of movies before."

Books, George. Books were where it was at, here.

"There's ..." Shit. "There's some kind of ..."

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

"I'm not a rocket scientist," she said. "I don't know what they do for air. But apparently it works or we'd have a bunch of dead astronauts any time someone went into space, so ..."

She shrugged. "So it ... works? I dunno."

If he was that interested, he could look it up.

"Movies are kind of like that pop-up thing," she said. "But on a TV -- a box-thing with a screen? Just ... people acting out things, like plays?"

"Oh... so they're just storybooks," Jim replied, raising an eyebrow a little. He was definitely going to have to look into how in the world people survived out there in space. This place was getting weirder and weirder all the time. "That's not that big a deal, really."

He shut his book and tucked it away into his back again, making sure to bury it under the same socks he'd dug it out from under in the first place. He'd had his copy of Treasure Planet since he was three. It was a bit of a guilty pleasure.

"... Similar," George said. Close enough. "So, uh. I should probably warn you? This place is kind of strange."

'Kind of' being by way of an understatement.

"I kind of noticed, actually." Really, when you were as completely lost as Jim was, a lot of things stood out as strange. "Like how it looks like everyone here is human. What's up with that?"

His mother's best friend was an alien of a rather canine bent, and their best customer at the Benbow had tentacles. Just saying.

George couldn't help raising an eyebrow at that. "I think ... most everyone here is?" she said. "I mean, I'm pretty sure we've got a few aliens, and ... other species running around, but ... most Earth people are human. If you don't count vampires and zombies. Is that racist?"

"I don't think it's racist, if they don't think it is and if anyone is welcome. It's just kind of weird." Jim gave her a wry little smile. "I mean, where I'm from, you barely see humans around. Notice how there weren't any in that book?"

He shrugged, hiking his bag up over his shoulder again.

"This is kind of weird, for me."

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"I don't think anybody ... discriminates?" she said, haphazardly. "And I didn't really notice anyone in that book except the freaky dude with all the eyes."

He kind of stood out.

"It's gonna get weirder," she explained. "This place ... like, some days it'll rain dessert toppings, or you'll wake up the wrong gender, and it just happens and nobody seems all that concerned about it."

"Uh. What."

HE LIKED HIS GENDER JUST THE WAY IT WAS, GEORGE.

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"It's all temporary," she said, shrugging. "You wait a day or two and it goes back to normal. I wasn't, like, originally a guy and stuck like this or anything."

George was remarkably blase about gender-switching, and being an eight-year-old. Being dead made her hard to shock.

Or maybe it was all the apathy.

"That's good to know. I think."

Now he was going to be up awake at night for weeks for fear that he'd wake up the next day with girl parts. Just saying.

"That's still kind of... uh... weird, though."

A lot weird.

"Yeah, that's what I've been trying to tell you," George said, helpfully. "This place is fucking weird. You get used to it."

George already mentioned she was bad at being a sibling, right?

But she was the only sibling Jim had ever had! It wasn't like he knew the difference, here!

"I guess so, huh?" Huh. "Man. Mom won't believe this if I write home about it."

Jim should talk to Reggie some time. They could compare notes.

"Probably not," she agreed. "So is there ... I dunno. Specific stuff you wanna know? Or ... something?"

Totally big sis of the year.

"I... have no idea," Jim admitted. "I've already had someone ask me if Montressor is in Europe," which would apparently become a trend for the day, "and we've established that I kind of have no idea what people do to entertain themselves around here. I guess maybe just giving me a rundown of where things are in town would help, but even if you don't, I can kind of just see what I can see by wandering around on my own, anyhow. It isn't like this island is huge, really."

"I've never been to Europe," George said. Which was totally going to be helpful, right there. "People ... I dunno. Watch TV. Join clubs and hang out. You can usually just ... go to a common room and there will be people there just ... talking if you're ... into that."

Socialization wasn't George's ... thing.

"There's a bar in town that doesn't card," she said. "And a music shop that has some great stuff."

She was trying.

"A bar, huh?" That could not possibly end well. "And they really don't care how old you are if you stop by there?"

His mother would freak.

"Not that I've seen," she said cheerfully. "I mean, they might not serve you if you were, like, ten? But I've gotten hammered there."

She remembered to add, "The Caritas one. The other one, the vampire one, cards. I kind of want to go in there, anyway, just to see what's up with all the vampires."

"Well, Caritas it is, then."

Not because he knew what a vampire was. He kind of didn't. But his ID stated as plain as day that he was only fifteen, and so he'd have a tough time of it in bar number two, there.

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