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

With all the rain that had blown through earlier in the week, the school administration had been worried that welcome picnic day would be wet and gloomy. Thankfully, it was sunny, warm, and beautiful outside, and everything had been set up just in time for the shuttle of new folks to arrive. There was a buffet table of food and drinks waiting, along with the list of Big and Little Siblings, the list of roommates, and more name tags than they'd probably need for three picnics.

Also, there wasn't a single flower out on the lawn after last weekend. Just saying.

With everything in place, it looked like it was time for the first summer term to begin!

[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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"I think that sounds quite reasonable. I shouldn't want anybody writing on my walls, either." His mind palace was far too grand and neat for graffiti. "But sometimes friends like to hear the unimportant things, too. It makes them feel more useful."

//Are you not feeling useful, Hannibal?// Jono was only partly teasing, one eyebrow raised, hands still jammed deep into his pockets. //I can write a numbered list of things that everyone but me would worry about that I didn't bother sharing, if you like.//

Actually, it would probably be a fascinating list.

Hannibal agreed. "I think I would like to see that list. I promise, no scolding."

Then he shrugged. "I feel less useful sometimes than I would prefer; I have no marvelous or catastrophic powers with which to help anyone. I know no more than rumors or legends of most of the things people here have faced in their own worlds, let alone what they face here. I'm much less prepared or useful than some."

Woe was him; did you feel sorry for him yet, Jono?

Jonothon's bionuclear psionic heart was truly bleeding for him.

//And yet you step up and hold your own just as well as any of the rest of us when somebody calls for help,// Jono replied with a shrug of his shoulders. //Don't think I didn't see you riding on the back of a bloodied-up unicorn after stitching her back up again, in Sceval. I spent a good portion of that day taking lives. You saved them.//

The narrative would like to take a moment to be amused by that.

The narrative would also like to note: Hannibal Lecter on a unicorn with a shotgun will never stop being awesome.

"I do what I can," Hannibal answered. "But it does mean that when I see something I might be able to help with, I may be very bad about letting it go." He gave Jono a grin.

And Jono returned the look with a wry crinkle around his eyes.

//It isn't strange or unprofessional or what-have-you, having a friend as a patient?//

Jono was more inclined to trust Hannibal than any number of other psychiatrists he'd encountered over the years. He seemed marginally less likely to kidnap him away to a cult hideout somewhere to forcibly turn him into an Apocalypse clone, for example.

Hannibal would be all about having nothing to do with Apocalypse, if he knew who Apocalypse was.

Right after more face-palming about overly dramatic villain names.

"Not as doctor and patient," he corrected. "Just as friends. But a friend with specialized knowledge he doesn't mind sharing when he feels it would benefit."

Yes, Jono; Hannibal wanted to be friends with benefits.

Hot.

//Have a conversation about what's tearing me apart without me screaming internally and pawing at the place where my head ought to be? That hardly seems my style,// Jono replied, again, only half serious. //Still... it would be good to have somebody to talk to who understands that derailing a conversation to yell at me for my injuries isn't going to get us anywhere near what's actually bothering me...//

"I imagine I have more than enough medical knowledge to know that if you're speaking to me calmly, six point-blank gunshot wounds aren't affecting you," Hannibal answered, laughing.

"I will make an arrangement with you - if you are ever seriously in pain or harmed, you will let me know. In exchange, I will assume that if you do not say so, you are not, and I will do my best not to fuss. Agreed?"

//Agreed,// Jono replied, holding out his hand to shake on it. //I don't take well to fussing anyway.//

At all. Ever. It mostly just made him want to get more distance. He'd make an awesome hermit just to avoid the attention if anybody ever, say, lopped off one of his arms or something.

Hannibal...would do his best not to lop off an arm.

He shook Jono's hand on the agreement. "And I prefer not to fuss. I would rather fix things, or let them go." Or kill them, of course. That went without saying, right?

Probably best it did go without saying. Jono would likely raise an eyebrow at that one. At least a little bit.

//Well then... Maybe we can sit and actually chat one of these days. I'll admit, I am curious to see what you have to say about some of the same things I've been holding back from other people over the years.//

Hannibal would love to hear those things, too.

"I hope we will continue to chat quite a bit," he answered. "Some of it more focused than other times." He smiled. "For today, shall we discuss what food to have in class this week?"

//Oh, you do not want me picking the menu,// Jono chuckled. //I'm the one who thinks that greasy takeout pizza is a job well done, at mealtime.//

... He was going to insist on pizza at least once, though.

"I am not making greasy anything," Hannibal answered with a disapproving look. "But I imagine I can come up with some sort of pizza."

It would be gourmet and nearly unrecognizable as pizza.

Would it be flat and round? Would it involve tomatoes and cheese?

Jono would take it.

//Looking forward to it,// he decided, clearly amused. //I mean, to see what else it is I've been missing out on for so long.//

It could involve those things! Heirloom tomatoes and goat cheese, maybe...

"Along with your chips and beer." Hannibal shook his head, fighting a smile. "I am teaching with a heathen."

He'd probably bring beer, too. But it would be good beer!

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