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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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...

Ah, yes. This was likely how Tseng felt all the time while dealing with him.

"... Do I want to know who you let know of your situation, then?"

"My friends, of course!" She showed him her phone, the group text bright and shiny on the screen. It featured tiny avatars of seven various pastel colored teenage girls, all madly texting back to make sure Pinkie was okay. "That's Twilight and Rarity and Applejack and Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy and Sunset Shimmer."

There'd be a quiz on those names later.

He squinted at the phone, appalled all over again at the sheer amount of colour. And their names. Dear gods, their names.

The sad thing was, he might actually remember them. Rufus had a very good memory.

"They seem to care about you a great deal," he observed. "You have good friends."

"The best!" Pinkie cheered. Like, actually leaped into the air and waved her arms like she was holding pom-poms. "Our friendship is so great we have even used it to save the world. More than once!"

"Ah."

He hated this, the way he kept feeling like he was floundering.

"No wonder you're so unfazed by the concept of this place's difficulties."

"Guess so! I mean, the first time we were attacked by an evil magic demon we were all like 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?' but by the second time when the sirens invaded the battle of the bands we were all 'we so got this'."

Weren't you glad you were having this conversation, Rufus?

Not even remotely. Not even remotely.

...

And yet, damn his curiosity.

"Tell me," he asked, "how did the power of friendship fix either of those things?"

"You know," Pinkie said after a moment. "I'm not super sure? I think it's just, like, a really super big reservoir of magical power. When we all worked together we could all tap the power and then we transformed and grew pony ears and changed clothes in mid-air and ZZZZZZZZAPPED! the bad guys with rainbow lasers! Or with our music. Or, oo, one time we all just fed it into Sunset Shimmer and she actually talked the bad guy down!"

... He regretted asking.

"A varied sort of power," he allowed. "It sounds... impressive..."

"I'll say! It's almost as neat is making sprinkles explode."

She was partial to that one, herself.

That sounded terrible. And useless.

"Is that your power?" he wondered. "Or your hobby?"

"The first one," Pinkie said easily. "I haven't been able to do it long enough for it to really become a hobby, yet."

"It suits you."

Look, what else was he supposed to say?

He'd known her for like, half an hour, and it did sound like something that was entirely... her.

"If you have no more questions, I should let you get to making more friends," Rufus said, and paused. Fine. He'd do his job. "Did you want my number in case you need to contact me? I live in room 320 in the dorms."

"Sure thing!" Pinkie agreed, though she wasn't super likely to go to him for questions. He seemed a little . . . cold. "I'll pop it in here lickety-split and then text you so you can have my number, too."

Good. Good, cold was good.

And this was him being nice.

"That's agreeable," he said then then rattled off his number for her.

Pinkie tapped it in with the swiftness of one well familiar with this form of communication.

A moment later, Rufus's phone would be dinging with the most emoji-and-sticker filled text he would ever receive in his entire life.

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