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

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

It was a new year, and with the new year came the new spring term, and Fandom High was all set to welcome its new students, along with those just returning from holiday trips home. It was a familiar setting for the latter bunch: there was the requisite bonfire, with tables and chairs scattered around it, as well as the buffet table with ~~moldable~~ warm food and drinks.

And of course, name tags and lists of Big and Little Siblings as well as roommates. Yep, the weather was okay for early January, and Fandom was all ready to celebrate the start of a new term.

[OCD 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. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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"And a room, too? I hope this Charley kid likes snowballs in the middle of summer."

Because, really, if someone was going to go to the trouble of giving him a bed to sleep in and somebody to share his room with, Jack, who was looking thoughtfully down at his room key, his staff in his other hand, was going to pretty much need to mess with this guy's head, right?

It was a moral imperative.

"Jack Frost?" Sorry, Jack. He was talking to the list and not you. Because vampires, suuuure. A giant dinosaur, getting kind of iffy. The anthropomorphic personification of wintertime fun, kinda pushing it.

"Oh, come on," Jack leaned up riiight behind the boy that had just said his name, grinning, "it's not that hard to believe, is it?"

... That was a bit of a rhetorical question, considering he'd only met one person ever that wasn't an anthropomorphic personification or a legend himself that could see him, and all.

A little bit, yes!

Charley looked around, hoping to catch sight of someone with a name tag with a truly unfortunate name on it.

SORRY, JACK.

Hey! It was an awesome name! And it was short for Jackson. That wasn't unfortunate, was it? Was it?

Maybe a little, huh?

"Okay," Jack said, pacing back and forth behind Charley, "a few ground rules. First, no complaining that it's cold in our room, okay? Because I don't have any body heat. At all. You're going to have to get more blankets than the other kids around here. And no letting other people take my bed just because you can't see me. Just because you don't believe in fun doesn't mean I'm not real. If I come back to the room and I see someone sleeping in my bed, I totally reserve the right to put ice cubes under the covers with them."

A beat.

"And in exchange, you can have my closet. It isn't like I own anything, anyhow."

It was easy to be long-winded and snarky when the person you were talking to couldn't see or hear you.

And all of those rules that Charley couldn't hear sounded completely reasonable. So. There was that.

"Greeeeeat." Maybe his roommate was eaten by the dinosaur. HE KNEW HE SHOULDN'T HAVE TRUSTED IT.

OLD LACE WAS A SAINT. Jack had totally had dinosaur quality time earlier while waiting for the bus, after all.

"You know I'm going to leave creepy messages in the frost on the window every morning for you to wake up to? I think I kind of have to." Jack tilted his head a little. "Think you'll believe in me if I keep it up right through July? I'm pretty sure frost isn't normal around here in July..."

If Charley happened to still be looking in the direction of the roommate assignments, Jack was now reaching out with his staff and running it over their room listing, letting ice crystals creep over their names in little, twisty fern patterns.

"See, you're living with an artist."

IT WAS JANUARY. HE COULD LOGIC THAT AWAY, JACK.

Charley sighed, smudging at the names to make sure he wasn't messing them up with the frost in the way. "Should have just stayed in Vegas."

"Great," Jack sighed, wrinkling his nose at the smudged-up names, "I'm rooming with the no-fun police, aren't I?"

Or, possibly, just somebody who looked at the world using things like logic, and a healthy sense of realism. One of those.

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