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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 ~~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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"That's good," Raven said, "because we get all sorts around here. A lot of students aren't even from Earth." She frowned. "Oh, not that I'm saying that's strange. For all I know, you're not from Earth, either, or you're from one where lots of people are shaped like talking ponies."

Hmm, perhaps she should warn this girl about the talking pony.

"I'm Raven, by the way. From Earth, 1953. Well, '54 now. It's 2014 here, by the way. That was a big adjustment for me when I got here." She was starting to babble, wasn't she? She didn't want to just claim this girl as her own "mentee", but she was starting to hope. "What's your name? I can go check the list for you."

Eleanor was trying to keep up with this. "I'm ... from Earth, yes," she said. "Though not a very common ... place to be from. There are aliens? And talking ponies?"

She was sure that she was hallucinating. Still on the ship, having a fever dream. Had Mother sedated her?

"Twenty ..." Wait. The year 2014? That wasn't even. "You mean we're in the year two thousand and fourteen?"

This was a gape, yes.

"I left Iceland in 1968, and arrived in the Colonies in 2014!?"

Sorry, Raven. Allow one moment for her brain to fix itself before she could remember details like her own name.

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Hey, Raven had done the "what do you mean I'm in the future" dance herself, not too long ago. She could wait for it to sink in.

"Well, it's not really the colonies any more," she said. "In this universe, it hasn't been for almost 250 years." At some point, she was going to have to try to explain universes, wasn't she? "But yeah, you crossed a pretty big time zone in coming over here. Don't worry, you can probably still get back if you want. I was just home in 1954 a couple days ago for the holidays."

So ... she was in the future. All right. And she could go back, if she chose. Did that mean ...

"Do I have to?" she asked, abruptly. "Ever go back?"

Trapped fifty years ahead of where Mother might ever think to look for her. That sounded wonderful.

Raven considered her answer for a moment. She wasn't actually in charge of this girl's future. For all she knew, the school would frown on someone using it to purposefully hide away from whatever they were trying to get away from at home.

But, well. This girl obviously had some pretty big stuff to hide away from. So even if the school didn't like it. . . . "No. Definitely not. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, and if someone tries to make you . . . punch them in the face or something."

She'd never actually tried punching someone, before, but the idea appealed to her. Maybe she'd start taking a martial arts class or something.

She never had to go back. If she wasn't in her Mother's timeline, wasn't in her universe, then maybe no one could ever find her. She could actually be free.

That was what the Little Sisters had given her. How was she supposed to thank them? She'd probably never see them again.

There was a nervous laugh spilling out from her, and then another. She wasn't going to have hysterics here, or weep. But it might take her a moment, and when she glanced at the other girl again, her eyes were a touch misty.

"Thank you," she said, and she meant it, with every bit of herself. "I can do worse than punch them. And I will, too."

It wasn't a very good idea to talk about that, here, a thought which helped sober her up quickly.

"I'm sorry, I'm taking a great deal of your time," she said, abruptly, pulling her very best British composure out. "You asked my name. It's Eleanor. Eleanor Lamb. I don't know who I'm to be paired with. Should I be wearing a nametag?"

Raven favored her with a broad grin. "Really? That's lucky, you're actually my mentee." She'd been really hoping. She'd hate to have stepped on some other student's toes. "Which means you're just fine, because you're meant to take up my time. You can put a nametag on if you want, but I think once we've spotted each other, we're okay. Oh, unless you still need to find your roommate. It could help for that."

"I haven't bothered looking," Eleanor said, offering a relieved grin herself. "We have roommates? I won't mind, I haven't much with me."

Or at all. Her worldly possessions fit into this small suitcase, and it wasn't even that full.

"So ... how exactly do you go about mentoring me? You've enlightened me as to the current year, and shown me that the sibling program isn't a secret plot of some kind. What's next?"

"I don't have a script," Raven admitted. "Your my first mentee. I've only been here since the summer, actually." Raven tipped her head. "Let's see, I've mentioned the folks from other planets, right? And everyone seems to be from their own world, even when they are from Earth." She bit her lip, glancing over at Eleanor out of the corner of her eye. "And . . . I could show you something. If you promise to keep it a secret. I don't want everyone knowing about it, just yet, but I don't want you to think I'm hiding anything from you."

There was a nervous flutter to go with that, but it was more anticipatory than panicked. (Her nerves were too dodgy for it to be entirely without panic.)

"I wouldn't mind you hiding," she said, quickly. "We all have our secrets."

As if Raven hadn't figured out that she had her own. Seriously.

She couldn't help the shy smile. "But ... I'd like to see, if that's all right."

The teacher earlier was a telepath of some kind, she had discerned. And aliens abounded. So what was Raven's secret?

Raven shifted in her seat a little, glancing around to make sure no one -- and nothing -- was watching. "Okay." She closed her eyes and shifted, setting off a cascade of what looked like blue scales flipping over across her skin. When she was done, she was still mimicking her coat and scarf, but her face and hands were in her natural blue scaled form, her eyes bright yellow. "I was scared when I first got here, too," she said. "Where I'm from, people aren't too fond of those of us who are different. I still worry about who I tell, but it's getting easier to trust people the longer I stay."

Eleanor hadn't been sure what to expect, but it wasn't that. It was ... awe-inspiring.

She nearly reached out a hand to touch the scales, just to see what they were made of, before realizing exactly how tasteless that was and jerking her hand back.

"But that's incredible," she breathed. "Are those ... is that for defensive purposes? Do the scales protect you? How did you do that?"

Raven shrugged. "It's just what I do. I can look like anything I want, but if I want to really relax, I'm blue and scaly." She held up her hands, flexing her fingers. "I don't think they're very defensive. But I don't really get cold, so they might at least be insulating."

"So is that ... were you born like that?" Eleanor asked. She hoped it didn't sound crude; she'd already upset someone today by asking blunt questions when tact was required. She was rather new to conversation with strangers. "Or did something happen? Your family, are they also blue?"

"I've been this way as long as I can remember," Raven said, which wasn't really an answer, but was the best she could do. "I never knew my birth family, so I don't know. But my brother -- foster brother, technically -- he says we're 'mutants'. Humans with genetic mutations that give them extra abilities. He's a telepath, and I'm a blue shapeshifter."

"Genetic mutations," Eleanor said, nodding to herself. "They occur in nature all the time, though usually less dramatic. It's lucky you've found him, so you can help one another. I can't imagine it's easy, since most people ..."

She let that trail off. She could imagine only too well how people would react.

"If someone ..."

She hesitated, but it had been brave of Raven to show her this. She shouldn't be frightened, about letting some of her own guard down.

"If ... someone ..." The words were still hard, however. It was like pulling taffy to bring them out. "What about people who ... if there was a way to cause genetic variations. To splice someone's genes into another form. Would that ... person count, as a mutant?"

Raven shook her head with a small shrug, shifting back into her standard blonde facade as she did. There were still rather a lot of people about not that far away, and she didn't want to press her luck. "I'm not sure. Charles might -- he's my brother. He's studying genetics. Or some of the folks here from my world's future. When I'm from there are only a few of us, but apparently there were more and more over the course of the 20th century." She folded her hands, leaning forward. "Why do you ask?"

She had her suspicions, but didn't want to assume.

Eleanor bit her lip. All right, actually saying it might be harder, but Raven already knew, didn't she? And she had that unbelievable blue skin.

"That's ... what Little Sisters are," she said, very carefully. "They take you and change you and warp your mind so you don't know any different. My mind was healed, but ... I'm different, now."

She closed her eyes. "They can't undo that part. There's something ... fused with me. I look the same as everyone else, but when I look in the mirror, I know."

"That's horrible!" Raven pressed one hand over her mouth. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I wish I could say I couldn't believe it, but -- I know how cruel people can be. No wonder you hated the name of the mentor program."

"I'm sorry," she said, quickly, feeling oddly exposed. "I shouldn't have panicked like that."

She swallowed past the growing lump in her throat.

"I only just escaped," she added, in a softer tone. "I broke out, and then we healed the little ones. Mother's looking for me. I thought ..."

Silly, really. It was a common enough name. But she hadn't been thinking rationally.

"You don't have to apologize. You went through something terrible, of course you were scared. If anything, the world should be apologizing to you."

Eleanor shook her head. "The world doesn't owe me," she said. "It'd be too easy to think like that. To go around demanding revenge. But suffering just causes more suffering."

Father would be proud of her. There was the dull ache in her chest, again, but Father was in the past, now, and this was her future.

She bit her lip for a long moment. "It's ... left me with some ... abilities," she said, very carefully. "Not like yours, though."

"Can I see?" Raven asked. She disagreed pretty much entirely about the demanding revenge thing, but figured it wasn't the time to argue about it. "If you're comfortable with showing me."

Eleanor flushed, finding herself oddly flattered by the request. "All right," she agreed, smiling a touch shyly.

She positioned herself so that most of the crowd could only see her back, then held one hand out in front of herself. She pointed one finger up towards the sky, concentrated, and a lick of flame curled up from the tip, as though her finger was a candle.

Incinerate was always showy.

She turned her hand over, palm-up, and curled her fingers in, letting the fire spread from her index finger to the rest of them, engulfing her palm. The flames licked higher, and as she focused, a rounded sphere started forming itself.

A ball of flame, just about the size of a baseball, hovering just about her burning hand.

"Oh my gosh!" Raven exclaimed. "And it -- it doesn't hurt you? It doesn't burn?"

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