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

Thankfully, the weather on the island today was fairly nice for the tail end of December, but there was still a medium-sized bonfire going in the middle of the lawn, partly due to tradition and partly due to the potential for shirtlessness (which, Zoe supposed, was also tradition.)

The usual tables were set up with warm foods, nametags, and lists for the new and old folks to find each other. Once everything was set up, it was time to celebrate a new year and the start of a new semester!

[OCD is up! I'm consolidating this down to one post, so bring all your new and old folks over here! Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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[ooc: that sounds like a perfect plan!]

"Sharing," Eliot said, grasping desperately at the option that didn't result in this thing in his house and Parker attempting to eat the entire thing. "Yes. Great plan. Let's share it."

"I knew my first impression was correct! Generous indeed!" He beamed. "I will make sure that everyone thanks you."

He raised a gloved hand. "No need to turn that down, I absolutely insist on making your largesse known."

OOC: The cake is served over yonder! (http://fandomhigh.livejournal.com/4147148.html?thread=223824588#t223824588)

Eliot gave a long suffering sigh. He was going to have to pick his battles here, wasn't he.

"Right. Thanks." The cake taken care of -- and not setting anything on fire, thankfully -- it was time to move on to other matters. "So. You taught before?"

Wonka shook his head. "Not in an academic setting. I've trained some members of my work force, but I've very rarely had to start from scratch. I have been told, however, that I am very good at teaching people lessons and shaping young minds."

He grinned. "And what subject do you teach, Mr. Spencer?"

"Teaching people lessons" wasn't the most foreboding way Wonka could have said that, but Eliot still blinked and gave him a minute side-eye. In his world, that phrase typically meant beating the crap out of someone.

"Most anything the school asks me to," he said, passing it off as just an odd turn of phrase. "This place is fairly non-traditional, so they've bounced me around some. Did Shop class last semester, doing Home Ec this time around."

"A jack of all trades! There's nothing finer than learning about something completely new." He nodded approvingly. "And I do believe that I've been assigned the home economics room for my class, as well. I'll be bringing in ingredients for my classes, but please feel free to make use of any leftovers. I'll mark anything that could be dangerous. I'm very particular about warnings."

Eliot's eyebrow went up again at that. He was intrigued despite himself. "Yeah? What sorts of dangerous ingredients you thinkin' about using?"

He was under the impression that Wonka meant, say, puffer fish or something.

He put a finger to his lips. "Well, I plan to start the class out on the basics. Simple fruits, smallish cakes. But in time, they may even be handling more dubious elements, like..."

He suppresses a shudder.

"Breakfast cereals."

That got a chuckle out of Eliot. "Hell, man, if high fructose corn syrup and styrofoam 'marshmallows' are the worst you have to deal with, you'll be gettin' off lucky."

What. That had his attention.

"Who's the genius who's been putting corn syrup and marshmallows in cereal?"

It might've sounded like sarcasm, but it wasn't. Had he missed modern breakfast developments? Had the public finally revolted and discarded those heaps of pencil shavings which cereal companies attempted to pass off as food?

And worse, were they doing a shoddy job of it? Under no circumstances should marshmallows ever be likened to Styrofoam.

"General Mills," Eliot said. "Kellogs. Most of the big cereal companies." He looked Wonka over again, starting to wonder if that outfit wasn't just an affectation. ". . . Whereabouts are you from, anyway? And, uh. When?"

"Afraid I didn't catch that, awfully windy out here." He proceeded to change the subject. "Let me get a slice of cake for you." He produced a large knife from his coat, and cut a large piece with sparkler from the topmost layer, depositing it on one of the plates from the food table. The sparkler was still lit, brightly shining and sparking.

"I said -- thanks." Eliot was not going to get any sort of handle on this conversation at all, was he. "Look, some folks are from all different times and universes here. So just -- be ready for that."

"Excellent! Some people are so strange about which locations they choose to acknowledge. I'm looking forward to teaching in a community with broader minds and maps."

"Right." This was possibly the weirdest conversation Eliot had had at this school yet, and he'd cotaught with a talking pony. "Watch out for gremlins, too. They make you hallucinate."

Hallucination-inducing gremlins? His ~~author was obsessed with those~~ travels had left him familiar with them as a concept, but Wonka had never met one face-to-face.

"I will bear that in mind. Can't have them making me see what isn't there. Imagine the sorts of wild mix-ups that could happen!"

He was grinning from ear to ear.

This was going to end in tears, wasn't it.

Hilarious tears.

". . . Yeah. They're kind of a problem." You didn't seem to actually be finding them enough of a problem, Wonka. "How'd you end up gettin' hired here, anyway?"

"One of the ladies in my factory's nut department is a cousin of one of the newspaper reporters here. She put in a good word for me."

"Report -- you mean the squirrels?" Oh yes, Eliot was regretting asking.

"Yes, indeed! The factory has employed several generations of squirrel workers in our nut department." He stuck out his chest as he talked, bragging on his factory as though it were a cherished child. "We hire nothing less than the most competent operatives."

"Oh yeah," Eliot said. "You're gonna get along here just fine."

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