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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"Connecticut." That sounded kind of simple and lame compared to her. "But I haven't lived there in a long, long time. I guess Fandom counts as my home now, been here two years."

"And are you... from the current time?" she asked. "Only, both my roommate and myself seem to have become temporally displaced, and I'm curious as to whether it is so common here as to be without remark."

"Ah, I'm glad you've already been introduced to that." Saved him some work. "I'm from around this time but I think I'm a few years off. Not enough to make a huge difference. How far are you off from 2012?"

"Two hundred years. Slightly less, actually -- one hundred ninety-nine years, ten months, two weeks. More or less."

A month and a half short of her old birthday; it made no sense to celebrate it then anymore, though, not when she'd actually pass a full year of time lived on May 1st.

"Okay, wow, that is quite a difference," Luke confirmed with a nod. "Things are probably going to be really different for you, but the good news is that it's different for everybody here. This place is...pretty special."

"Special how?" Thomasina asked. "I've had a bit of time to acclimate myself already; I appeared in London, in the present time, four days ago, and a friend has been kind enough to help me... settle in?"

The clothes, for one thing, and that pink streak in Thomasina's hair was certainly not period for 1812.

"Special as in...really, really special. So special I'm kind of at a loss of where to start," Luke said. "Might as well start with what I know best, I guess. I'm half Greek god and, no, that's not a brag, it's just a fact."

"Son of Zeus?" Thomasina asked, instantly curious.

Hey, she'd been transported two hundred years from her own time my jumping out a window. She'd accept just about anything right now and integrate it into her paradigm later. "Only he's always seemed to have the most... encounters, with mortal women, in the mythology."

"Son of Hermes. But my mother is mortal, yeah," Luke said with a nod. "I'm not like half cow or anything."

Zeus was weird.

'I had assumed as much," Thomasina explained. "As I recall from the mythologies, most of the half-animal demigods looked so - the minotaur and so on."

She looked at him appraisingly. "What does it mean to be a demigod son of Hermes?" she asked.

[Sorry, I totally forgot to say I was heading to work! SP for the evening okay? Or shall we have them meet up again soon or something?]

"It means that I've got a lot of powers and daddy issues," Luke admitted. "And that's one of the least impressive things around here."

At least in Luke's humble opinion.

[SP is fine!]

Thomasina considered that. "'Daddy issues'?" she asked. "I apologise, that is not a phrase with which I'm familiar - perhaps its a contemporary idiom? I can guess at a meaning, but I'd prefer to ask and be certain I'm not misunderstanding, of course."

Thomasina was of the opinion that there would be far fewer argument in the world if more people simply asked for clarification.

"It's not important. I just don't have a good relationship with my father," Luke said with a wave of his hand. "It has no bearing here. What does have bearing is stuff like talking ponies and witches and aliens."

Clearly there was much more to the world than Thomasina had considered.

To be fair, she probably could -- even should -- have been more suspicious, but one does become much more credulous of things outside one's paradigm when one is physically transported two hundred years into the future.

"Is there something about this island that inspires things... outside of the average reality?" Thomasina asked. "So many things -- I do feel that someone would have observed and reported reliably, did they exist elsewhere the way they seem to here."

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