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

It may have just been a coincidence that the weather was sunny now that Fandom was back home in Maryland, but no one was going to complain.

Okay, maybe they were going to complain a little since the sun meant it was in the high 90s ~~32C~~ outside, but that just meant there was a good excuse for all the ice cream on the buffet table of picnic food.

There was the usual second table set up as well, stacked with nametags and lists to help folks locate their siblings and roommates. Once the chairs were set up and the tables were glittered, it was time to welcome the new folks and start a new semester!

[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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"Meet some ladies, get into trouble and get kicked out of the bar, all the things we'll laugh about later. . . ." Mr. Peanutbutter sighed happily. "If only Erica were here. She's great at capers."

And almost always showed up at any given party. It was almost weird not being able to look over and spot her just ~~off screen~~ on the other side of a group of people.

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"Well, I've been known to have a caper or two," Kanan offered with a grin. "Who's Erica? Friend of yours from back home?"

Wherever that was. Really, it was a miracle that Kanan knew about Baltimore, at this point.

"Oh absolutely!" Mr. Peanutbutter considered everyone who wasn't a direct enemy or stranger his friend. And even some of the people who were those things. You, Kanan, were already one of his closest friends in the world on this island. Even if you didn't lick him like Stance did. "Every time I see her I can't help but shout her name at the top of my lungs and tease her about whether or not she's allowed within 100 feet of the party guests or not. Maybe you've read about her. Do you follow tabloids at all?"

"Not unless I think there's a chance I'm going to be in them," Kanan replied, chuckling easily. "Which has been pretty slim, really. Most of what they report on in those things is made up, isn't it? 'Thranta-man arrested for impersonating the Emperor in Nar Shaddaa cantina,' that sort of thing?"

"I understood maybe half of that headline," Mr. Peanutbutter said cheerfully. "But probably!"

And the sad thing was, Kanan wouldn't have the first clue about what sort of made-up headlines they had on Earth. Now he kind of felt as though he was missing out on something important, here.

"Probably is close enough," he decided. "Maybe I'll pick one up one of these days and see if they have anything to say about her. I might as well."

"I'm sure the publicity department will ship some in," Mr. Peanutbutter assured him. "They've got to keep up with all the gossip, even if it's mostly made up!"

"We have a publicity department?" Kanan frowned thoughtfully. "I must not have run into them yet. But you can probably get tabloids in town. There are a few places that sell a little bit of everything, anyway."

Or anything that he'd ever thought to pick up. Once he learned what it was.

Except caf. Sigh. He'd have to suck up to the busboy at Luke's some more and see if his father's brother's cousin's whatever still knew a guy.

"I should hope so," Mr. Peanutbutter said, suddenly concerned. "The whole point of this project is to get my name out there doing good things for my campaign." He shook his head, brightening right back up again. "More good things, that is. Saving Pacific Ocean City was a hell of a feat, but it's not quite enough glory to ride straight into the governor's mansion."

"You're doing this as a political move?"

Okay, that one, Kanan hadn't seen coming. Huh.

"I guess there's nothing quite like teaching to show people that you care, huh?"

"Exactly. Everyone loves the heartwarming tale of a teacher who really reaches his students. Changes their lives. I mean, there was the one where one of the kids committed suicide, but I think the moral of that one was that it wasn't Robin Williams' fault."

Blink. Blink blink.

"I don't think I've seen that one," Kanan said, a little lamely.

Because he hadn't. He hadn't seen any Earth entertainment yet.

It was a wonder he didn't go mad with boredom around here.

"Oh you should! It's one of the inspirations for my show!"

This could only end in Kanan getting up on a desk during some class someday and teaching the students the significance of the phrase, "O Captain, my Captain."

"Yeah? Well, maybe I'll check it out sometime. Once I get a... what is it, TV?"

Not until after Mr. Peanutbutter did!

"You don't have a TV?" Mr. Peanutbutter pressed his hands to his cheeks. "What do you do all day?!"

He'd met people who didn't own TVs before, mind you. But Kanan wasn't wearing a saggy knit cap and selling produce at a farmer's market. Or working at a coffee shop or an artisinal bakery of some sort.

"Well, until I came here, I was a freighter pilot," Kanan offered, blinking at that reaction. "And a bartender in the evenings. Not much time for TV. Here I'm still mostly just settling in. Getting used to the way things work around here. Taking the occasional evening class."

Because of the free food, but that was beside the point.

"Ohhh, you're a trucker!" A young, ponytailed and bearded trucker. Definitely hipster material. "I understand. Still adjusting after life on the open road. And bartending! That's fun!"

"It was," Kanan the space hipster agreed, figuring 'trucker' was probably close enough. "I'm not tending any bars around here, but between the teaching and the part-time job I have at the diner on Sundays, that's probably for the best. I'd have to learn all the local drinks from scratch anyway."

Teaching and working at a diner! Such a millenial. "Oh, are their culturally significant cocktails in this area?" They did have such different greetings.

"Probably," Kanan replied. "There were stops during the summer with things like ryncol and pan-galactic gargle blasters. I'm sure Fandom Island has something."

He paused.

"And if it doesn't, someone clearly has to make something up."

"And we are just those someones!"

Being, you know, both unfamiliar with the base culture they were going to purport to represent and all.

At least the base culture of Fandom Island was more or less 'eh, whoever shows up?'

"Could be an educational experience," Kanan mused.

"We could get a spinoff!"

"About mixing drinks?"

Culturally relevant ones?

"Educational drinks!"

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