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]

[holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com]

Green Russians were a Poovey specialty: absinthe and milk, mixed strong. A nice kick to start her morning. Or mid-afternoon. Or, well, you know.

"So, what exactly is a teaching buddy for, anyway?" Pam asked. "Is this 'cause I got fired from my last gig? I'm not exactly certified or anything."

Pam was going to be an excellent teacher, Jack.

Re: Meet Your Teachers [Spring 2014]

[psychoticbiotic.livejournal.com]

"I think it's to make sure you know where the good bar is," Jack answered, coughing a bit on the Green Russian. Absinthe and milk was an odd combination. "That, and tell you how to get mail and not to hit or hit on the kids. But mainly, the bar thing." A pause. "It's called Devil's Nest, by the way."

There. Job done.

Re: Meet Your Teachers [Spring 2014]

[holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com]

You got used to it after a while. Or once you were sufficiently stoned. Sooner or later, Pam was going to have to find a decent ganja hook-up on this island, but it really wasn't the sort of thing to ask another teacher about. At least, not at a first meeting.

"No banging any minors, check," Pam said cheerfully. "I'll make sure Cheryl doesn't get any funny ideas. Probably shouldn't shoot 'em, either. What's the deal with the mail?"

Not that she expected to get much. Or any. But it'd be nice to know.

"I think me and Cheryl are buying a house, or building one? Something." Cheryl had been vague on details. "So where's this bar?"

Re: Meet Your Teachers [Spring 2014]

[psychoticbiotic.livejournal.com]

"Mailboxes are in the office," Jack told her. "And there's a chick on the island, Eponine, who will run errands for a couple credits."

She raised her eyebrow slightly at the comment about shooting kids, but hell, it wasn't like she hadn't had that thought herself.

"Bar is on Black Swan Drive, across from the photo shop and next to the arcade. There's another bar around the corner, but it serves kids and the band smells terrible." A pause. "Who's Cheryl?"