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

There were tables and chairs set up all around the lawn. Some were in the sun, where folks could soak up that precious vitamin D, and some were in the shade where folks could stay cool.

All of the tables had at least a little glitter on them though. It was a welcoming gesture to get glitter someplace you didn't know glitter could go!

[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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"I'mma just pretend I didn't hear you call me old," Hardison decided. "I ain't even thirty yet! I got years before that!"

You know. Unlike certain other members of his crew, Eliot.

"But, girl, I know exactly what you mean. I arrived at the end of February and still kinda side-eye the island sometimes. I had to fight off a tentacle-monster in the diner freezer the other week." Or whacked at it ineffectually with a spear while Eliot went all happy knife-crazy on it. They were pretty much the same thing. "C'mon, lemme introduce you to the crew."

He led Cosima over to where Eliot and Parker were standing. "Hey, y'all. Look who I found. This is Cosima. Cosima, this is Parker 'n Eliot."

"Hey, Cosima. I'm Parker." Parker waved from her perch on top of a picnic table, eating potato chips and taco chips covered in Ranch. "Did you meet Pinkie yet? Isn't she awesome? If you did, I mean."

Hey, Eliot wasn't even 40 yet! He wasn't that old. "She means the pony," he explained. "Which is terrifyin', and only nominally a pony." Eliot had managed to scrounge up a beer from somewhere. It was a picnic and he was almost 40, dammit, he got to have a beer.

"Hey, Cosima came over to talk to us old people--" that was said with an amused glance in Cosima's direction "--to get away from all the island's craziness. Let's talk about nice, boring, non-talkin'-pony things. So, Cosima, what classes you takin' this session?"

"Hi," Cosima said, waving a little to Eliot and Parker and then offering her hand for them to shake if they wanted. "Yeah, we can leave the pink pony to the side for a minute, thanks. I have popular mechanics, day after doomsday -- I think that one's yours" -- she nodded to Hardison -- "and sexual safety."

A beat. "People just get used to all the weirdness here, huh?"

"I been here about a year now," Eliot said, sipping his beer. "It's still really pretty bizarre."

"I like it. Even with Eliot not really being careful enough." In so many ways! "Everybody's weird to somebody. This weird is entertaining most of the time."

"Still a lot to get used to, especially if your worldview doesn't normally include--alla this." He'd thought about enumerating some of the weirder stuff on the island, then thought better of it. That wasn't going to help Cosima's culture shock anyway. "But, yeah, you do sorta get used to a certain level of weird."

And when that happened, the island went out of its way to surprise you anew, but again. Not a helpful comment.

"An', yeah, that one's mine," he added with a grin. "An' if it turns out you didn't mean to sign up for it or it's an office mistake, don't tell me, a'ight? Let me live in happy ignorance."

"I signed up for it on purpose," Cosima laughed. "It just seemed like an interesting question, you know? What happens to society when most of it's gone. And what we can do then."

She imagined herself as a survivor. She didn't know how true that was.

"But yeah, coming here is a shift. I think I'm adjusting,though. By the time somebody told me he could turn into a fox I was even calm about it." A pause. "Mostly. I still kind of think he was hitting on me."

Eliot shrugged. "I'm guessin' both." If he could turn into a fox, he would absolutely use it as a pick up line. "So how'd you end up choosin' Fandom?"

"You're from California, right?" Hardison asked. "That's pretty far to go for school."

Which might have been a major determining factor, really.

"It is," Cosima agreed. "I just ... honestly, I started looking at your basic private schools around San Fran? But the more I clicked around, the more I got interested in boarding school, and this place just looked -- it looked right. I wanted to go to school someplace totally different. Besides, it's summer session. I can go home if I get too weirded out, right?"

She hoped she could.

"Oh, sure." Well. Parker was pretty sure. "But we hope you end up liking it. There's places to do cliff-diving, and the Danger Shop- you'll see that in Hardison's class - and all kinds of stuff. You just have to take time to get used to it. We got an introduction because of visits to Eliot when he was living here on his own."

"That they failed to warn me about ahead of time," Eliot noted. "It's a good school. You'll be a . . . junior? Senior? We've gotten to know a few of the kids about your age. You're in good company."

Were-foxes or no.

Kathy would point out that the were-fox was excellent company. Though probably not to Eliot. Or any adult really.

"An' if flingin' yourself off of high things an' trustin' a very flimsy wire to defeat gravity ain't your idea of a good time, there's lots of other things to do." He paused, trying to figure out what that could be. What did kids these days do for fun?

"...There's an arcade?"

OH GOD HE WAS OLD.

"Junior," Cosima nodded. "Anybody really cool in my class?"

She smiled at Hardison in the indulgent way teenagers tended to smile at elderly people of 27. "It's fine, I can make my own fun. I'm not really a big party kid anyhow. Mainly I like science."

"Hmmmmm our TA is Kathy Hana Li, and she's fun. And nice. Kaylin, too. Edward and Flick were always up for jumping off things..."

You might notice a trend in who Parker remembers here, Cosima.

"Students who are into science stuff, I don't know was much," she admitted. "But I know there's a few who are building their own mad scientist lairs according to Radio."

"There's a radio show that reports what everyone does all day," Eliot clarified, skipping over the part about the squirrels for now. "Goes out as a podcast, too. It's not the most accurate thing in the world, but it's decent enough if you're just looking to see who else is into the things you're into."

"The thing about this school is that it don't seem to care much about what year you're in when it comes to takin' classes," Hardison added. "So you might not find anybody among the juniors that's into science the way you are, but maybe a handful of seniors or a sophomore or two. I think the only time class year matters is when you're figurin' out who's graduatin' or who's goin' to prom or whatever."

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