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

Once again, the front lawn of the school had been set up to welcome the new students and teachers who were--assuming the bus trip went safely--arriving in Fandom for the first time. The goal was to create a friendly atmosphere to ease everyone into Fandom life, so the helpers had arranged the school's blue and gold tables everywhere, along with streamers and just a touch of glitter. Someday, the school would run out of glitter, but it would not be this day. There was also plenty of food to be shared next to the information tables, listing out siblings and teaching buddies and roommates, oh my.

Of course, no welcome picnic was allowed to run truly smoothly and the island, seemingly not wanting to miss out on the festivities, was blessing everyone with flower crowns. But hey, at least it wasn't raining something odd, right?

[OOC: This is part one of the picnic, specifically for meeting siblings, roommates, and teachers. The rest of the picnic will be in post two in an effort to stop our browsers from dying. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers and townies!]

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Daphne had only been on the island a short amount of time and she had already decided that the sense of imagination amongst the other students was nothing short of amazing.

Coming up to the table to get her information, she eyed the roommate list and gave a smile.

"Well, I'm betting that with a name like Sparkle my new roommate must have a keen sense of fashion. This is going to be a good semester."

"Well, the guy does work in the clothing store in town," Sparkle shared, before catching himself and giving Daphne a bit of a side-eye. "But that seems like a weird thing to assume based on someone's name. It's not like he picked his own or anything, you know."

So sue him, he was wearing his nametag for the world to see, but it wasn't like he was going to turn to face her so that she could see it just yet.

Screwing with the newbies was kind of what he did.

Daphne didn't look perturbed. In fact, if anything, she looked a little more cheerful.

"Since you're saying he's a guy, I think it makes the fact that he's named Sparkle even neater and I can't wait to meet him." She turned to look at the boy who was talking to her. "I'm a pretty good judge of character and I would have loved it if my father had named me Sparkle." She tilted her head. "It's much more fashionable than Daphne, that's for sure."

Or, you know, Fred. But shush.

"Oh, I dunno," Sparks drawled, leaning back and getting a good look at his new roomie, "maybe he's a real jerk. You know, the kind of guy who'll go through your stuff and let his cat piss in your laundry, who smokes with the window closed and all sorts of crap like that."

"I don't mind sharing my stuff -- as long as he doesn't steal my make-up case and hide it. If he does that, then that's a declaration of war, pure and simple." She probably really meant that, too. She ticked off on her fingers. "If he smokes with the window closed, then he can deal with me opening the window or spraying the room with any of my signature perfumes."

She shrugged. "The cat thing may be harder to deal with, but I've been in worse situations."

Really, Sparkle. Huge ass Great Dane who loves affection and slobbering.

Sparkle gave Daphne another, somewhat different sort of appraising look, and then nodded his approval.

"I think so long as you don't screw off with his make-up, you might survive your stay on the other side of his room," he decided, and then turned to face her, offering her a handshake. "Welcome to the single most messed-up island on the continent. Population: A bunch of screwed-up morons with Stockholm syndrome and some completely clueless newbies."

Daphne shook his hand and grinned. "It's nice to meet you, and I would never steal someone else's make-up, that's just low."

Daphne had priorities after all.

"Okay, now I just have to ask -- why do you say the population has Stockholm syndrome?" Please do not tell her she had a mystery on her hands, Sparkle. Please. It was only her first day.

Well, Sparkle wasn't going to go that far. Not yet, anyhow.

"It's that kind of place," he replied, shrugging. "You hear any horror stories about it yet, or do I get to take your Fandom-trauma-virginity?"

He'd probably even almost play nice if he did!

She would appreciate that very much.

"No, I haven't heard any horror stories about this place at all. My father only said that it was some kind of liberal arts private school that one of his business partners recommended to him."

"... Ha! Oh, man, was your old man ever lied to," Sparkle scoffed. "Girl, this place is one hundred percent bonafide insane. Like, oh god, you wouldn't even believe me if I told you. Gremlins and weird-assed weather and all kinds of shit like that."

"You mean like everyone here is wearing flower crowns? I'd wondered about that since that's pretty weird," she admitted. "But insane? Gremlins? You mean like from those movies?"

"Pretty much," Sparkle agreed, nodding. And... kind of feeling ripped off, since he didn't have a crown of his own. "It's not like people all got together and decided to make crowns for the occasion, you know? It's just one of those things that the island decided would be cute or something, I don't know. That cat I mentioned? Came out of this little red and white ball. There were thousands of them that day, just, raining down, full of puppies and kittens. That's one of the more pleasant pieces of crazy around here."

Sparkle wasn't going to complain about that one. Velcro was awesome.

"So you're telling me that the island has a mind of it's own and it just does random stuff like the crowns and the weird raining balls of animals?"

She would have loved to see the raining balls of animals.

"You say it like there are not so pleasant crazy that happens here?"

"Wouldn't be Stockholm syndrome if there wasn't," Sparkle replied with a deceptively casual shrug. "There were man-eating sharks raining from the sky a few weeks back."

They had been delicious, by the way.

"And these flying flesh-eating bird-vampire things, not long after that. Of course they hit the island while everyone was temporarily deaf and all the students were living in bouncy castles in the campground."

Because why wouldn't they be?

"Bouncy castles? You mean like those things at amusement parks where the kids have to take off their shoes before getting in? Those kinds of bouncy castles? Why on earth were they living in those things?"

Because that was obviously the most important thing in that description.

"Man-eating sharks raining from the sky... I have to say that's a new one on me."

"Yeah, that kind of bouncy castle. And trust me, the sharks were new on us, too. Weirdest thing I ever saw rain from the sky before that would be the little rainbow ducks."

Which had been cute, and harmless. So there was that.

"Did anyone get hurt from the sharks? That must have been intense."

"Hell if I know," Sparkle replied with a shrug. "I got caught in the weather, ran all the way to work, and then sat up on the counter for the rest of the day while other people ran around shooting the damn things."

Sparkle... was no hero. He was okay with that.

Daphne was no real heroine, either; especially when it came to man-eating creatures. She was the bait and the one that could create just about any disguise or any other thing her friends would need from her bag when things got tight during a mystery.

"I would have probably done the same thing, Sparkle." She grinned. "What kind of store do you work in?"

Sparkle had told her already, back when she assumed that his name had meant he was fashionable. But that didn't mean he couldn't mess with her some more.

After all, he had two jobs.

"The sex shop. I like to dress up the giant cock that stands by the door while I'm on shift."

"Is the cock painted in glittery paint?"

It would take a lot more to mess with her.

"Does the shop actually let ex happen on the premises or just sell things to make it more enjoyable?"

Daphne possibly had no shame.

Yeah, Sparkle could tell. You could tell that Sparkle could tell by the way he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, that's what the back room is for," he said, completely straight-faced. "But really, it's men only. Big hairy bears wearing black studded leather with whips and chains, preferably. You know how it is."

He was pulling this out of his ass. The back room had the more risqué merchandise, but there was no sex allowed in the sex shop.

None.

This caused Daphne to laugh and shake her head.

"I'll make sure that if I visit that store, I'll make sure to avoid the back room. Not in love with the idea of seeing men in bear costumes doing anything with leather and whips."

Wait until she told Velma about this place.

Sparkle kind of wanted to explain, 'no, not that kind of bear,' but decided against it. Because...

Because he had a very finite amount of sanity, and sometimes he thought it would be best to preserve it wherever possible.

"Pretty sure you're too little anyhow, kiddo," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Come in when you get your first period and I'll get you an informational booklet or something, though."

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"Oh I appreciate your concern," Sparkle could probably hear the mischief in her voice. "But I've already been through that and talked to a doctor."

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