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

Were you a veteran Fandom resident? Did you finish getting your brain broken by your sibling and/or buddy? Did you just want to sit down to recover from the shuttle ride? If so, then there were plenty of tables and chairs set up across the lawn just waiting to be filled!

[This is the picnic post for general mingling. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are all here. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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"So... um. Hi."

Was that Barry looking awkward because he was bat-shit crazy for most of the week?

Yes.

"Lot of fucking chocolate around, huh?"

Awkward.

"There's some, yes," Elsa agreed, delicately slicing a piece of brownie away with the edge of her fork. "It's an impressive assortment, for a school function."

Well, one of them was awkward. Elsa was all about the regal poise, today, wearing a serene smile as she speared the piece of brownie with the fork maybe a little too forcefully before taking a bite.

"Feeling better? You're still yourself after yesterday?"

No honking or random siren sounds, she had noticed.

"Um. Yep," Barry said scratching the back of his head. He looked and felt totally uncomfortable. "No gummi bears. No rainbows. I can swear as much as I fucking want and I haven't made any noises. I guess."

He took a deep breath.

"I just wanted to apologize. I didn't look for help when I fucking should have and by the time I needed it I was too bat-shit crazy to do anything about it."

Sometimes, Elsa had her petty moments. They were few and far between, and extremely subtle if they were visible enough to even be noticed, but they were there.

Today's came in the form of taking a few extra seconds to savor this next bite of brownie before replying. Sorry, Barry. You needed to sweat a little more, apparently.

"It won't happen again?"

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And now Barry was pulling on his hair a little. "Yeeeeesssss," he said now feeling awkward uncomfortable and humiliated. "I'm sorry. It's... hard for me to accept any kind of help. And I was fucking scared too. I never get scared."

"We were all scared," Elsa replied, sighing and setting her plate down to finally actually look at him. "We were all afraid for you, Barry. And we were there for you, trying to help."

She sighed again, and then gave the ground beside her a little pat.

"Nobody can fix every problem they come across on their own. There's no shame in having limits, even if you are a genius."

"That's was my fucking problem," Barry said with a sigh as he took a seat next to Elsa. "You got to fucking understand that this was the first time I ran into something I couldn't fix. I've stopped aliens, interdimensional barbarians, government black op agents... None of them could fucking stop me. Right before I came here? My friends back home died and I found a way to bring them back. So this was new to me. And fucking hard to accept. I'm trying though. I really am."

He paused a moment before continuing.

"The other part was I thought I was just fucking losing my mind. I always worry about that. I always thing one day a synapse is going to blow and I'm going to go fucking looney toons."

"Well, you'll be in good company if you do lose your mind, at least," Elsa noted, a little wryly. "I think what it's going to boil down to here is that... there aren't always going to be easy answers. That's life, no matter who you are. It's going to be big and oppressive and sometimes even terrifying, and it'll sneak up on you when you least expect it and rough you up a little."

Elsa was well aware that she was probably not the best role model when it came to leaning on loved ones for emotional support. She was going to ignore that fact like the wind anyway.

"But look at it this way... you made it through this time. Not because of something you did yourself, no, but it shouldn't always have to be, either. The other weekend, when you were a dog and we were losing people left and right to that carnival, that wasn't something that the carnival's victims could have fixed on their own, either. And... look at some of the people who got caught in it. Some of them are the best at what they do, too."

She had no idea if she was being reassuring or not, now.

"The point is... if something goes horribly wrong and you can't fix it... hang in there. Let us help you. There are people who love you, and they're not going to let you suffer through it alone."

"Yeah. Well at least they got hugs," Barry joked. "I got fucking tied up and sat on."

Okay, the sitting on part wasn't too bad.

"But I'll remember next time. And I'm so fucking sorry for putting you through that."

"You know I wouldn't sit on just anybody," Elsa replied. It was almost like teasing, if you squinted! "And... it's fine. I do understand feeling like you have to handle all of your problems alone, you know."

Maybe more than most people here did, in fact.

"Yeah. I just sorry for all the shit you guys had to go through," he said quietly. "And if there's anyone who gets how it feels to be isolated... Well you and I get that."

He paused.

"Is there a way to make it up to you?"

"Just promise me that if you get scared like that again, you'll accept the help that people are offering you," Elsa replied. "I was upset, but it was less about the crazy things you were doing and more because I wanted to do something for you, we all did, and you wouldn't have any of it. You... you weren't the only one left feeling helpless, you know?"

"Yeah. I get that," he said with a nod. "And I got something to help if this type of thing ever happens again.

He reached into his pack and pulled out something that looked like a very thin iPhone.

"The next time I need to get a clue?" He said offering her the phone. "You're the first call on my list."

Elsa accepted the phone, and gave it a curious once-over before glancing back at Barry.

"You're going to have to show me how it works, I'm afraid," she offered. "I've figured out the TV remote control, but modern telephones are still a little confusing."

A little.

"Well the nice part about this phone is that it has voice recognition," Barry explained pointing at the button at the bottom of the phone. "Just hold down the button and wait for it to respond and ask it to do something."

"So... have a conversation with the phone, so that I can have a conversation with you?"

That sounded like an odd series of steps to take to Elsa, when odds were high that Barry could be found easily enough in the warehouse. But it did have its uses, she was sure. Why else would everyone here have a phone?

"Is that right?"

"Something like that," Barry said pulling out his own phone. "I'll demonstrate."

He tapped the button and when the phone let off a ding he said "Call Elsa."

"Calling Elsa," the phone replied.

And soon Elsa's phone was ringing.

"If you slide that button across the bottom of your phone you'll answer my call."

Elsa didn't jump at the phone starting to ring in her hands, whatever gave you that idea? At least she recovered quickly and did as she was told, sliding the button across the bottom and then tentatively putting the phone to her ear, as she'd seen people doing on television all the time.

"Like this?"

She'd be a modern ice queen in no time!

"Just like that," Barry said into the phone. And then hung up. "Now you call me. "

Elsa blinked at the phone as it beeped, and the screen displayed a 'call ended' for a moment before going black again. She eyed it dubiously for a moment, and then followed his example, holding the button down until the phone gave a ding.

"Call Barry?"

And a few seconds later Barry's phone began to play "Baby Got Back."

He gave Elsa a devilish grin as he answered the phone.

"Hello? Is this Elsa?" He asked innocently.

"BARRY."

Okay, she couldn't be angry. She couldn't even pretend to be angry. Not when she was very clearly trying not to crack up, there. Her boyfriend was pretty much the worst.

"How did you know?"

Please. Her boyfriend was awesome.

"I picked out a customized ring tone for whenever you call me," he said grinning like a dork. "I only do that for important people."

"I'm not certain if I ought to be flattered, or if I should throw a cookie at you right now," Elsa laughed, shaking her head. "I knew I should have taken some popcorn while I was still at the table."

"I'd go with feeling fucking flattered," Barry said smiling. "Being covered in food is not a good look for me."

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