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

[bigdamnprincipal]

The last picnic for new arrivals had involved a bonfire, but there was no need for artificial warmth today. The weather outside was sunny, and just breezy enough that no one would roast, hopefully. There were tables and chairs arranged around the lawn, along with a long table of food, drinks, and desserts for anyone who stopped by.

There were stacks of nametags for people to label themselves with, and lists to help folks find their siblings and roommates. With everything in order, it was time to welcome some new people!

[OCD is 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 Roommate [Summer 2015]

[sciclone]

"Mmmmm. So you really did grow up in a carnival?" Cosima asked, curious. "With horses and rides and everything?"

Re: Meet Your Roommate [Summer 2015]

[boneyard_girl]

"I can assemble a ferris wheel and everything," Ada confirmed. "Dancing girls, midway games, biological impossibilities, the works."

Re: Meet Your Roommate [Summer 2015]

[sciclone]

"Cool," Cosima said approvingly. "I'm from San Francisco. Pretty much the only one on that list we have all the time is dancing girls."

Re: Meet Your Roommate [Summer 2015]

[boneyard_girl]

"A town without a carnival?" Ada put her hand to her heart. "That's just inhumane!"

She swept a theatrical bow. "Ada Miller of the Miller Family Carnival, at your service. We normally run the South, San Diego up through Tennessee and North Carolina, and overwinter in Arizona."

Re: Meet Your Roommate [Summer 2015]

[sciclone]

"We get carnivals," Cosima assured her. "Just not every single week, the way you have it if you live in one. I always liked the food best. All the weird fried things."

Re: Meet Your Roommate [Summer 2015]

[boneyard_girl]

"The whole thing runs on cotton candy dreams," Ada said loftily. "...No, really. That's all I eat when I'm wandering around shilling for the midway games, pretending the games are so easy to win. By the end of the night all I want is a salad bigger than my head."