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

[nomoresportscars]

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 moddable 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 (if snowy) 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. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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Re: Meet Your Teachers [Spring 2014]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

Cheryl stood off to the side, clutching a steaming cup of coffee and eyeing the various passers-by.

What. A. Freakshow.

Like seriously. And she was used to New York. And Krieger.

Re: Meet Your Teachers [Spring 2014]

[holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com]

Pam had a thermos filled with Green Russians. Better than coffee for getting her morning started.

"Soooo," she said, giving the crowd a critical eye. "We got stuck right in Weirdo Central, huh?"

Re: Meet Your Teachers [Spring 2014]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

"My teaching buddy wears a mask, and not for kinky fun reasons, I think," Cheryl told her. "This place is ridiculous."

Re: Meet Your Teachers [Spring 2014]

[holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com]

This seemed like a good time to start drinking, then. (Really, when wasn't?)

"No wonder they have trouble finding teachers," Pam said. "If everyone here's some kind of freak. Are we gonna be weird 'cause we're normal?"

... for very loose definitions of normal that didn't include mental health.

Re: Meet Your Teachers [Spring 2014]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

"We probably should get bonuses because of it," Cheryl said, wrinkling her nose. "Swear to god, I think I saw a guy with a tail."

Re: Meet Your Teachers [Spring 2014]

[holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com]

"There are furries here?" Pam asked, wrinkling her nose. "I mean, I've fucked some crazies, but I don't think I could get nasty with someone wearing a mascot outfit."

Considering Pam's usual lack of standards, that was saying something.

Re: Meet Your Teachers [Spring 2014]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

"Those big glovey hands would be a total buzzkill," Cheryl agreed, miming someone wearing oven mitts trying to choke someone. It was great miming, okay. "But I totally saw some hotties, too. I'll be fine."

Pam was clearly on her own.

Re: Meet Your Teachers [Spring 2014]

[holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com]

Please, Pam got laid just as much as Cheryl did. The aforementioned lack of standards helped.

"How long you think it's gonna take Ms. Archer to call us back?" Pam asked. "I've got fifty bucks on two weeks."

Re: Meet Your Teachers [Spring 2014]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

"A week, probably," Cheryl decided. "Cyril's gonna let it ring too long and it'll all go downhill from there. And that's assuming he doesn't let her salad get to room temperature before that."

Re: Meet Your Teachers [Spring 2014]

[holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com]

"What is with that?" Pam asked. "Is she gonna die if she eats lukewarm lettuce? Or does she just get off on being such a micromanaging bitch?"

It was Malory, Pam. Why were you even asking?