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

Although the summer had been record-breakingly hot, the weather outside today was actually kind of pleasant. There was a cool breeze blowing across the lawn, making the smells of the buffet wander, and hopefully enticing people to come over to the school and welcome all the new folks.

The blue and gold tables and chairs had been set out as usual, 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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"Family resemblance," Jono grunted, sounding... less than pleased. Whether it was about the fact that he was having a conversation with Magneto, or about the fact that he was probably being recognized more as Apocalypse than himself, he wasn't going to say. "I get that a lot."

No, really. He did.

"So you're... here to teach?"

Please, no? Could Jono hope it was a no?

Sorry Jono!

"I am," Magneto declared, "I'm sure there are several students here that could benefit from my years of wisdom and experience. Exactly who are you, young man?"

It took so much self-control to keep Jono from sputtering and starting to yell.

So. Much.

"Jonothon Starsmore," he replied, keeping his chin up. "Formerly Chamber of the X-Men."

It wasn't quite a challenge, because, again, he wasn't really in the mood to have his head squeezed off by his own sonic collar or anything. But it was, if nothing else, a way of stating flat out that he knew who he was talking to.

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"Ah," Magneto said in recognition. "You look much more... Whole than I expected."

"I have a witch and a cult to thank for that, in about that order," Jono replied, stiffly. And then shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. "Dare I ask what it is you'll be teaching in your time here?"

"The roots of oppression, resistance and revolution," Magneto replied with a smirk. "I dare say Im more than familiar with the topic. And you?"

Jono didn't quite manage to fight back that shudder, no. The thought of Magneto here, teaching his students and former classmates about revolution was terrifying, and there was no point in hiding that fact.

"A class on... fitting in. For those who don't, quite."

And he was painfully aware as he said it just how much that seemed to echo some of the things that Xavier preached, in his own backwards, faulty way.

Bloody hell.

"Hmmph," Magneto grunted with a touch of disdain. "That sounds very much like something A student of Xavier's would teach. I would think that for someone who was once a mutant that you would be doing more to safeguard your fellow brethren rather than helping them with social interaction."

And Jono wasn't even going to pretend to be doing anything but scowling.

"My fellow brethren left me to the mercies of Weapon X's brainwashing," he growled, "and I'm here because I can't show my face around other mutants back there, looking the way it does. I do my time back home, don't assume I don't. But not for Xavier. Never again, for Xavier."

... Later, he'd probably kick himself for ranting about Xavier to Magneto. Right now, damn it, his integrity had been kicked in the balls and he needed to rant.

Yes. He'd definitely regret that later.

"Surprising," Magneto said with a trace of sympathy in his voice. Was it really sympathy or just an act? Hmm. Magneto probably didn't even know for sure.

"I would think that most of the mutants of Utopia would have learned not to judge a person by their appearance. Or would this be our friends in Logan's little school?"

"Logan's little..." Jono looked baffled for a moment, and then just shook his head. Whatever Magneto was on about, he'd probably figure it out sooner or later, one way or another. "Logan was the only one who made any attempt to get me my freedom back. If there's anybody, human or mutant, back there that I owe anything to, it's him. And even then..."

Well, Logan had dumped him in that hospital to waste away, right along with Scott and the rest. Jono was a little bitter.

"I'm here, whatever the case might be. And you can save your lecturing me about not being there for my brethren. You're here too, after all."

Yes, Jono. Stick a finger in Magneto's face and wave it around a bit. That was smart.

There were certainly worse things to wave in Magneto's face. And it's not as if he had such confrontations before.

"That's right, I am," Magneto said evenly. "I've been told there are some mutant students who could... benefit from my years of experience. Perhaps finding ways to use their powers to benefit our kind instead of hiding from it."

Deep breaths, Jono. Deep, calming breaths.

"I split my time between here and home," Jonothon ground out. "I'm not hiding from anything, I'm just keeping my distance from... certain things. And what good is anyone to their people, no matter what their genes say they are, if they refuse to play nice with those who are working toward a unified cause? You help your people in your way, Magneto, and me..."

He shook his head, gritting his teeth and putting his hand back to his side.

"These are my people. Trust that I'm doing all that I can in order to benefit them in mine."

"If you say so Mr. Starsmore," Magneto said flatly. "If you say so."

Well. That had gone... better than Jono had expected, really. Which still wasn't great, but he was still breathing, so there was that.

"We-- mutants are a minority here, too, Magneto," he said, falling into a flat sort of calm of his own. "But so is everything else. Don't get any ideas about any of the other people on the island, just because they're lacking an X-gene. Fandom Island is closer to whatever Utopia we keep wishing for than our own reality will ever be, and if you do anything to endanger that..."

He nearly let that linger, there. Possibly because he knew he didn't have a leg to stand on if he were to resort to threats. Not against this one.

"... you'll be depriving those few mutants here of the only place in the multiverse where they'll ever really know any measure of peace."

That, at least, he hoped would mean something.

Magneto's eyes flashed in anger. "I'll keep that in mind," he said in a dead tone. "Just keep in mind one thing, Mr. Starsmore. Everything I've ever done is to protect my people. If they are threatened I won't turn a blind eye."

"If they are threatened, it'll be from outside forces coming in, just as it's always been," Jono replied, shaking his head tiredly. "And people here will step up to protect them, just as they always have. Might not hurt for you to take a look at the history of the island before you make yourself too comfortable. Look up the invasions, learn about how the students treat one another. Mutants aren't the victims here, and they never have been. Do us all a favour and don't let your revolutions give anybody here a reason to think they ought to be."

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