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

[bigdamnprincipal]

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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RE: Re: Meet Your Big/Little Sibling [Fall 2016]

[era_two_triangle]

"I already have a paying job," Peridot replied, shrugging. "And no need of your weird human money, anyway. It's please, or you carry it yourself."

No sympathy from the rock, Kuzco.

Re: Meet Your Big/Little Sibling [Fall 2016]

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"Fiiiiiiiiine," Kuzco said huffily. "Please move my stuff."

RE: Re: Meet Your Big/Little Sibling [Fall 2016]

[era_two_triangle]

Peridot considered that huffy attitude, but shrugged it off. It wasn't like she didn't have managers on Homeworld who were like that, after all.

"Fine. Which items are yours, and where do you need them moved to?"

Re: Meet Your Big/Little Sibling [Fall 2016]

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"Room 205, my good friend, and it's that pile over there," Kuzco said, pointing to the slightly charred and cartoonishly hilarious pile of bags.

RE: Re: Meet Your Big/Little Sibling [Fall 2016]

[era_two_triangle]

My, but that was a cartoonishly large pile of slightly charred bags, wasn't it? Peridot squinted for a moment, and then gave a little sigh.

"Of course it is."

At least being a Peridot was good for some things. Like the tractor beam in the palm of what was, for all intents and purposes, the hand of her limb enhancer. She held it out, and a green beam of energy enveloped the whole mess of luggage, which she then lifted off the ground with little in the way of effort.

"Lead on... my good friend."

He'd said 'friend' first. Maybe he was a bit of a clod, but Peridot didn't have enough friends to turn what was clearly an offer of friendship away.