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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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Victor nodded. This ... actually wasn't too weird for his universe. "Okay," he said. "Is whoever made the island still around?"

Topher considered that. "Prooobably not. Also we're not allowed to go play with it, apparently. Because of rules."

The way he scrunched up his face at that last part was a testament to just how much he disliked rules.

Victor managed to look both disappointed and accepting. "I guess they don't want people touching the wrong knob and breaking the island."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't! I mean, if anything, I'd make it less weird. I'm sort of the best at tech and stuff," he boasted. "Well, except for, like, Tony or whatever, but he does engineering stuff and I'm more of a programmer."

Topher, that was really not relevant to a ten-minute island primer. FYI.

Oh, hey. Cool big sibling, even if he maybe wasn't the best with the social skills.

"Yeah?" Victor said. "I kind of ... mess around with stuff like that. Like, I'm good but not exactly Reed Richards. Do you make games or what?"

Topher snapped his fingers. "You," he declared triumphantly, "just gained a twenty-point lead over the last little sibling I had. All she liked were clothes and shoes." Topher, you didn't know that, and that was rude. "But yeah. Games, robots, all that kind of stuff. How about you?"

"Well, I'm a cyborg, so I'm good with ... pretty much any machinery," Victor said. "Games, a little security stuff, vehicles, I built a police scanner a while ago..."

Topher would be forgiven if he'd stopped listening after about the fourth word.

!!!

"OH MY GOD YOU'RE A CYBORG?"

Victor was officially WAY COOLER THAN STACEY. WAY, WAY COOLER.

Victor winced. "Dude, I think there are people all the way over by the cheese enchiladas who heard that."

Not that he minded Topher knowing; he just hadn't expected to make a public announcement this soon.

"But, um .... yeah?" And now he was a little more self-conscious about it.

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"Sorry," Topher admitted. "But that is so cool. I mean, I've always wanted to meet a cyborg!" Oh, man, he had so many questions that even picking what to ask was going to be a challenge. "What are you-- I mean, who did-- I mean-- why are you even here, anyway?"

At least he was enthusiastic about it?

"Things got weird at home and it felt like time for a break," Victor answered guardedly. "Seriously, other than how I was made I'm a really normal guy. I mostly like school."

"So cool," Topher said again, looking Victor over. "How do you, like, run? Can I take a look sometime? I promise I won't mess anything up."

Um.

"If I wanted to be a doctor, would you let me cut you open and look at your heart and stuff?" Victor asked, sounding a bit annoyed. "It's a biologic overlay on a nanometal core. And I don't let people lift the hood."

Topher huffed. "Fiiiiine," he conceded. "But if anything ever goes wrong and you need someone to look, I can totally step in."

No, Topher. No.

"I will keep that in mind."

And then, you know, most likely stop thinking about it, call home in a panic and get somebody he trusted to fly out to fix whatever the problem was, but it was good to have options.

"Yeah, I ... hadn't really thought about what I'd do if something happened. Isn't the school pretty safe?"

"Well, that brings me to the second point," Topher admitted. "Sometimes, uh, the multiverse almost explodes? And we get invasions of, like, mechanical spiders and these weird frog-looking things and occasionally members of the school board."

Huh.

"How big are the frogs?" Victor asked. "Like, frog-frog sized, or more like van-sized?"

The invasion part was nothing new, but an invasion of Leapfrogs kind of was.

"Somewhere in the middle," Topher said. "Like, small child size. Oh, and we get those too. Small children."

He shuddered.

"Oh, but I like kids," Victor protested. "I live with a 12-year-old and she's awesome."

"Cool!" said Topher. "Then you'll get to be her age for a weekend at some point, probably!"

Still sound awesome, Victor?

Error: Does not compute

"How?" Victor asked. "I was never really that age, and even if I was, people don't grow down."

"Yeah, conservation of mass and all that," Topher agreed. "Not sure how it happens, but it does. One time I spent a weekend six years old and appointed myself my friend's assistant and helped him, uh, break some robots."

Not really the most fun weekend ever?

"First, that's really weird," Victor informed him, running a hand back through his hair. "Second ... okay, that kind of sounds like genocide to me, I'm sorry. Did you fix them after?"

"Oh, yeah, totally," Topher said hastily. "It was an accident, anyway. We were trying to upgrade them. But uh. Totally fixed now! So... yeah."

"Topher," Victor said, very seriously because this was bordering on an emergency. "If we are ever both six, or I'm unconscious or .... whatever? Please don't try to upgrade me. Even if when I'm six I think shooting gummy worms out of my thumbs sounds awesome, or something."

Of course, he was asking for a promise that might be utterly unenforceable if they were both de-aged. So.

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