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

Picnic-ing in January - still not the best idea ever! But there were tables and chairs set up in the sun, and a nice bonfire going, and plenty of warm food for everyone to encourage socializing for as long as possible.

[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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And, honestly, Kathy had been built for DPS. Her main problem was that she solo'd too often to really learn how to sit back and let other people do their stuff.

"Handy," Kathy said, eyebrows up. "Is it a really common element, then?"

That was the only reason she could come up with for how Laura's mutation had fashioned internal claws out of the stuff. Trace amounts in her system for it to bond and shape?

If anyone had the gear to do a Leroy Jenkins, that was Laura. Who probably was a WoW geek in the works.

"No, it is not. But a few individuals have made them well known." You know, the guy she's a clone of?

A moment later, Laura realized the deeper implication of Kathy's question. "My claws were removed and laced with it then reinserted. My claws were originally just high density bone.

There were more people running about with adamantium claws? Weird.

"They were?" Kathy asked, boggling. "That must have been--especially how quickly you heal--does that count towards metabolizing--" Now Kathy was turning green. "Someone must have thought this surgery was very important to go to all that work," she said carefully. "I hope it was you?"

She was remembering some of the things that Jono and Evan had said about what could happen to mutants in their world.

Just the one, bub.

Laura's eyes were plastered to her hands. Kathy was spot on all the way to her last assumption. "It was forced on me", Laura admitted. "It was deemed necessary." Her voice was distant. She would answer if asked, because that was her, she wouldn't lie in the face of kindness, but she feared she was about to push someone else away not a day after arriving.

"Fuck," Kathy breathed; appalled and not even trying to hide it. "I can't believe--no, I can believe it and that's why it's so terrible. I'm so sorry that something like that was done to you."

Laura had been forced. Not persuaded or cajoled, not even tricked, but forced. Now more than ever, Kathy was glad she'd convinced Raven to come with her after graduation, rather than having her go back to live with Charles.

"I've got nothing useful to say," she said, offering Laura an apologetic smile. "But I'm really glad you're here and away from whatever assholes deemed invasive surgery on a minor was necessary."

Laura turned to look at Kathy, veeeeeeeery slowly because she was still pulling herself together on the inside. If she only knew. No more than ever did Laura think she really couldn't share her life with anyone, specially if they cared so easily. It wasn't fair on them.

"You do not need to say anything." Many had tried, but at least she was being honest. And Laura wasn't going to tell her that the invasive surgery wasn't the worst they did to her. Or that said assholes were long dead. "The circumstances of it... are maybe better left for another day." Hopefully not soon.

(And then Atton's class happened).

Kathy would argue what wasn't fair was what had happened to Laura. And that people who cared needed to be told about stuff like this so they could work to keep it from happening to others. But then, Kathy was an idealist.

"Yeah, I can imagine this isn't the kind of talk you want to have with a random stranger your first day on the island," Kathy said with a nod. "Especially not where the squirrels can hear."

Idealists didn't live much in Laura's world. Not her world world, but the circles she ran. Those were bad circles.

"You are not a random stranger", Laura said, perhaps too quickly. "Not anymore, at least." She didn't understand for a moment, but then she remembered what Frank had said. "Seriously." The little critters.

"Seriously," Kathy told her with an aggrieved sigh. "Hopefully your big sib told you that they can be bribed by rum?" She shooed off the one that she could see, complete with notepad and hat, but she knew better than to think that was the only one around taking notes. "And--thanks. I'm really glad I decided to climb up here."

"No, he did not. Frank seems more intent on keeping the alcohol for himself." She wasn't going to ask what did rum had to do with squirrels.

Laura smiled back at her. Shyly, but she smiled. "I am glad you did."

They were drunkards was what. Buncha little alcoholic rodents.

"Ahhh, Frank," Kathy said as if that explained everything. Because, really, it did. "Yeah, you can give them a little rum and they'll run off and not listen in on your conversation. Because they're furry little lushes."

Welcome to weird sentences you'd only say on this island, Laura.

"I'm in room 508," she added. "In case you ever want to come visit. You're always welcome and I usually have stuff to eat, too."

Would the wonders ever end?

"That makes no sense at all, but okay." Just roll it with, try not to lose your mind on the minor details.

"I am in room 304." If for any strange reason Kathy wanted to pass by what was going to look like a really weird room, considering the two weird girls living in it.

"I spend a decent amount of time down on three," Kathy said. "Don't be surprised if I do come knocking. Besides, I'll feel less bad about rifling through your common room if I've visited someone on your floor first."

"I will leave the door open." It was up to Kaylin to close it if she wanted to. And then she remembered. "Sometimes I sleep outside, though." Depending on just how late she planed to show up.

"You're hardier than I am, then," Kathy said with an exaggerated shiver. "I'm a thin-blooded California girl. I'm not made for these East Coast winters."

Laura looked down, smiling a bit. "It is just habit and bad dreams." And that she didn't want to cut anyone if she woke up startled.

"You should check out the roof, then," Kathy suggested. "There's a garden up there and you'll be closer to the stars. And it doesn't get quite so many visitors during the winter." She pretended to shiver again. "And it's warmer than the preserve and closer to the showers when you decide to get up."

"I will", she said, and she would, because Laura was a sucker for high places. Something something, cat pun.

Had Laura been something closer to a normal teenager, she would have half-hugged Kathy. As it was, physical contact made her a bit nervous, because she was still bad at boundaries. "I do not get too cold or two hot. My body regulates its temperature depending of its needs."

Which is why she was always wearing somewhat revealing clothes, or her uniform.

Laura could join the collection of two-legged feral cats the island was amassing.

"Oh, I see," Kathy teased. "Just rub it in. I'm in the first stages of frostbite and you're fine. I see how it is. See if I share any more of these excellent..." She looked down at her empty plate. "...chip crumbs. So there."

"If you were in the first stages of frostbite I could just steal your chip crumbs," Laura said, matter-of-factly. But then she grinned- or what passed for Laura's grin. It would grow over time.

"After I make sure you are okay, of course."

"Rude," Kathy huffed in what would be a decent bit of acting if her dimples weren't quite so noticeable. "Though I appreciate you at least checking on me before making off with my poor chip crumbs."

"I am not", protested Laura, although there was no sign of protest in her voice. She was really bad at the whole teasing and acting, but she didn't feel judged for the first time in a good while. "Letting someone I want to befriend to froze to death seems counter-intuitive."

Laura then proceeded to put her cookie crumbs on top of Kathy's chip crumbs. Take it as a peace offering, Kathy.

"I appreciate you not letting me freeze all the way to death," Kathy declared. "That definitely wins you some points in the befriending column. But if you invite me to an outdoor slumber party in the middle of winter, I'm going to know it's all a ruse and show up sans chips."

"At least show up with something thick", Laura pointed. "I have camped in the snow in the past. It can be peaceful, but you might want to cover."

Little did Laura know she was going to be running naked with wolves in the future. In the middle of a snowstorm.

Yeah, Kathy was just gonna pass on that exciting field trip. Running naked with wolves sounded like a terrible idea in good weather.

"Oh, I'll find some way to rig a space heater if I had to," Kathy assured her. "But if I could suggest leaving the slumber party till the weather warms up, that'd be even better. Otherwise I'm just going to show up in this humongous sleeping bag and that's all anyone's going to see of me till it's time to go inside."

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