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

When the planning for the new semester had started, no one had really noticed that the welcome picnic would coincide with Cinco de Mayo. When the food arrived and all of it, including the desserts, had somehow ended up as a variety of Mexican food, well, it was a little too late to change anything.

Hopefully, the wandering mariachi band that had shown up wouldn't throw anyone either. It was a festive day of new arrivals, after all.

The blue and gold tables and chairs had been set out, along with nametags and the lists of Big and Little Siblings, and rooms and roommates for the new students. Assuming the shuttle arrived with all of the students and teachers in one piece, everything was set for the picnic to begin!

[OCD is up, have at it! 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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Pinkie gasped hard enough to physically lift off the ground. "You are Sherlock Holmes, aren't you?" What could she say? She was a totally awesome detective. Also, he hadn't denied being Sherlock Holmes, and unless he provided her some other name, that was plenty for her.

"I'm your new teaching buddy!" she said, offering her right hoof for a shake.

Let's face facts, she was only a detective because of the pipe. The pipe makes a detective.

Proven fact.

"Are you now?" he asked vaguely, eyeing the hoof with minor distaste. "I suppose I never should have tried the laudanum."

A beat.

"Or ridden that damned pony in France."

"Not without asking first," Pinkie said. "What's a laudanum?"

"Medicine." Oh, the 19th century. Holmes frowned, wondering just why he was answering questions from a pink pony.

With very fluffy hair.

That talked.

Because Pinkie was awesome, duh.

"Oh. Are you not feeling well?" Pinkie was very concerned. See this? It was her concerned face. And that pink blur rushing off and back, that was her putting on a white lab coat and a silver reflector thingy and shoving a tongue depressor at his face. "Say 'Ah!'"

SHE WAS A HALLUCINATION. A VERY VIVID ONE.

"Oh no, I only have one doctor, thank you Ms. Pie," Holmes said, around the tongue depressor. So it came out more along the lines of: 'Oh ho, I nly ab un octor, ank oo seye."

That didn't sound like "ah" at all.

"Well okay," Pinkie said, not sounding convinced. "Just make sure you follow that doctor's orders."

Shoving the damned thing out of his mouth, Holmes made a face. "I could hardly argue with the man."

"Arguing is no fun at all," Pinkie agreed. She zipped off to take off her doctor gear and zipped back up almost immediately. "Do you want to see your welcome wagon, now?"

Holmes took the moment to steady himself a bit. And try in vain to escape.

"I--would like nothing more, Ms. Pie."

"Yay!" Pinkie loved nothing better than to get someone to smile, and she was sure that her welcome wagon would do the trick. There were flags waving and an automated band playing. And then at the end of her welcome song, burnt confetti burst from an oven, with cake batter spitting into the air from cannons.

"Oops!" Pinkie giggled. "I must have put the confetti in the oven and the cake batter in the confetti cannons! Again!"

Once Holmes had wiped enough cake away from his eyes to see again, he breathed in deeply. "Now I'm definitely in need of one of those washing machines."

And a drink. Or five. BECAUSE THIS WASN'T A HALLUCINATION.

No. No, it definitely wasn't.

Pinkie cleaned herself off with a big swirl of an exceptionally long tongue. "Oops," she said. "Sorry about that! Want me to go find one?"

"No, no." He shook his head, watching in fascination as batter dripped off of him. "I've had worse. I'm certain the cake would have been delectable had it worked as intended."

At least he no longer looked like a hobo?

Now he looked like a hobo who lived at a cake factory!

"It would! I used to live at a bakery, I know what I'm talking about."

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