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

[bigdamnprincipal]

There were chairs and tables set up all across the lawn; some were by the bonfire, for the people who wanted to be warm and central to everything else at the picnic, and some were set farther away from the action, for the people who wanted more peace and quiet.

There was no escaping the glitter though. Sorry, but not really.

[OCD is up! 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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Re: General Mingling [Spring 2015]

[voiceoverdue]

Cecil grinned. "Thanks! It's he; his name is Foucault. And I think he's mostly a flamingo, except for the size and his eyes, of course, but I think they just make him cuter. And I guess some folks must have them, otherwise I couldn't have gotten him, but he's the only one I know of around here."

Foucault honked and started twisting his neck to examine the new person. Had she brought him any shrimp?

"Oh! And my name's Cecil. Hi!"

Re: General Mingling [Spring 2015]

[elated-or-gassy.livejournal.com]

Anna held her hands out, tentatively, to see if the flamingo was okay with being petted.

"Maybe he's part-flamingo," she laughed. "Or a flamingo that was cursed by magic to be extra-cute. I'm Anna, of Arendelle."

Re: General Mingling [Spring 2015]

[voiceoverdue]

"We've been calling him an osmingo, because maybe he's part ostrich?"

Foucault blinked at her hands and nudged them. Petting was good! Food was better, but he supposed he could make do.

"Are you a new student?"

Re: General Mingling [Spring 2015]

[elated-or-gassy.livejournal.com]

"Anna, of Arendelle," she said, offering him a proper curtsy. "I just arrived this morning. Do you think ostriches and flamingos really -- I suppose they're both birds, aren't they?"

Re: General Mingling [Spring 2015]

[voiceoverdue]

"I think so." Cecil shrugged. "Oh, well. I don't really care, I just think he's neat." He hugged Foucault, who honked and pecked at his hair.