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

Okay, admittedly, having a picnic at the beginning of January wasn't the best idea the school had ever come up with. Thankfully, the weather was sort of agreeable today - it wasn't too chilly, the sun was out, and there were still pretty pockets of unmelted snow on the lawn.

In the middle of the lawn, a bonfire had been set up for warmth and light--mostly the warmth--and the tables and chairs had been set out to mostly be in the sun. There was a long table with a variety of ~~moddable~~ warm foods, and there was the usual table of nametags and lists to help folks find their siblings and roommates. With everything set up, it was time to welcome the new folks!

[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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Leave any actual family drama out of things!

Current students who had been assigned new rooms and/or roommates had been handwavily informed of the change, but the list had been posted for everyone to see at one of the tables:

212: Lucille Sharpe and Raven Queen
216: Eric Bittle and Rey
304: Laura Kinney and Kaylin Neya
320: Skaar, Son of Hulk and Velma Martinez

They're so excited to be here, really.

Wheeeeee!

Atton had only limited usage of his left arm, including the hand, but he had the kolto patches tucked underneath the sleeve of his jacket. Nobody was going to notice but the people who knew how, and that had the bonus effect of letting him know who knew how.

Anyway, he had a glass of juice in his right hand and he was eyeing the crowd.

Obi-Wan had been on Tatooine for several weeks now; he had, as such, missed a great deal.

He was merrily oblivious - and coated in a thin layer of sand - of any crises that may have occured, and looking rather calm and collected with his hands tucked in his sleeves.

With a semester of teaching under her belt by now, Tahiri seemed much more at ease than she had at the fall picnic. She'd taken a quick trip home to check in, then returned in her X-Wing -- she couldn't be sure if her Sekotan fighter would do well this far away from the planet, being a living ship and all, and didn't care to risk it for that reason. Said X-Wing was now parked back in its old spot at the junkyard, her few necessary possessions were back in her room at the Arms, and Tahiri was standing near a tree, occasionally nibbling something from the plate of snacks in her hand while she looked over the picnic area.

Electroclash (in full superhero uniform, because it was tradition) was standing with a drink in hand, looking... mildly approachable? Something like that.

She'd looked grumpier at these things before, okay.

With a flash of blue light and the taste of peppermint and pine needles lingering on her lips, Velma appeared on the lawn outside of the school. "Nice and subtle," she muttered.

Traveling by Jackie's magic mirror might have been less ostentatious than arriving in Santa's sleigh or on the Princess's magic carpet, but it was a flashier entrance than Velma would have liked to make. It was her first day of attending a normal school since sixth grade and she'd been hoping to keep a low profile. So much for that.

Slinking over to one of the tables, she eventually found her nametag and stuck it on her chest. She would have found it sooner, but she'd been looking for one that read Velveteen rather than Velma. Weird. She hadn't been out in public under her real name since the sixth grade, either.

Skaar, Son of Hulk, huh? That was a name. That was a name that wouldn't be out of place in The Junior Super Patriots, West Coast Divison lineup. Velma looked around the lawn to see if she could spot anyone who looked like a Skaar, Son of Hulk.

And if that didn't work, that's what the nametags were for.

It had been a strange arrival to a strange place, and it had left Lucille more unsettled than she would like to admit. Added to this, she was cold; her winter coat, it had turned out, had suffered a severe attack during the past year, and was not in a state fit to wear. At least cold was something she was used to, but after picking up her nametag and looked through the lists she kept close to the bonfire.

So, she had been assigned a big sibling. Why she would need one was a mystery, but she wasn't going to object.

Jalian d'Arsenette y ken Selvren was a strange name, however. It must be foreign. Perhaps she would at least be able to answer a few questions Lucille had, like the shimmering portal through which she had arrived, and why the people here were wearing the oddest clothes.

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Raven Queen? The students here had strange names indeed. Lucille wore her nametag, in case the girl was paying attention to that. If not, they would anyway meet later in their room, no doubt. Not that she cared much either way, it wasn't like she expected to make friends with her. Politeness would have to be enough.

She pulled her wool shawl tighter around herself, not wandering far from the bonfire.

Skaar was built on family drama! Don't tell him what to do!

Anyway, Skaar put on his nametag which gave the full designation, "Skaar, Son of Hulk." Then he waited. He didn't know what an Ada Miller looked like, so he figured it would be easier for her to find him. Because even if you didn't know what "Skaar, Son of Hulk" looked like, you could probably put two and two together.

"Look who's alive," Electroclash rasped in greeting, wandering over, drink and all.

"You're Velma?" Skaar checked. He spotted the nametag, so he walked over. It was possible she might change her opinion of whether or not anyone looked like a Skaar, Son of Hulk when she actually saw him.

"Takes a little more than blaster fire to kill me," Atton said, giving her a nod in greeting. "How was your break, Sarah?"

While Frank waited to meet this Laura person he was supposed to boss around or whatever the goal of the sibling program was, he prepared a couple of drinks. After drinking them both, he prepared another one for his new little sib.

You couldn't say he wasn't thoughtful. Well, you could, but you would potentially be wrong.

"And you are definitely Skaar, Son of Hulk," Velma said upon seeing him. No, she hadn't bothered to look at his nametag. The name matched the face (and the everything else), and they both could have stepped off of one of the Super Patriot's front lines mere minutes before. "...Say, dumb question, but you're not with the East Coast Division, are you?"

Look, she just had to ask!

"Eh." That came out with the customary accompanying shrug. Vague as hell. "Suffered through Jenny trying to sing Christmas bloody carols. Entertained one of our neighbours here. The usual."

This guy, right?

Just showing up on the island in full Boomerang gear, ready to mingle, meet people, and scope things out. He needed to know if anyone knew him at all because of the whole alternate reality thing going on, and if so, whether they thought he was a D-word, a different D-word, a C-word, a MF-word, a BAMF-phrase, or just a cool guy. It paid to figure these things out before you got too far into things.

Honestly, he was betting on something between nothing and second D.

"No idea what that is. I did some work with the Dark Avengers as their babysitter," Skaar said. "But mostly I've been solo or with the other Hulks."

Couldn't you just feel the excitement radiating off Cara? Couldn't you?

"Yeah?" Atton said. "Not Pinkie Pie, I hope."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Please, space boy." She liked her sanity, thanks. "No, bloke one floor up from me. Bellamy."

"Wait, you've been working with non-incorporated teams?" Velma asked, astonished. She couldn't think of a single team that operated outside of The Super Patriots, Inc. that hadn't been some kind of cabal of supervillains. And the name Dark Avengers (or the Hulks for that matter) didn't exactly scream 'we're with the good guys!'

What had Santa done? Had he deliberately sent her to a school for villains in an attempt to make her put her ears back on? Surely not! This was Santa! He wouldn't manipulate her like that!

"You don't have any plans for the world or anything that you'd like to tell me about or anything, do you?" she asked, reaching for her lessons in Unmasking the Miscreants.

She really hoped he'd say no. Not just because this was her roommate, but because she really didn't want to have to call someone to come and take care of him. Maybe she could get away with calling the Princess?

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