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

[omgnochecksyet]

The fall semester was about to get into full swing, but summer wasn't about to let go of the island just yet. The sun was out, the temperature was holding steady at a comfortable 80F/27C, and most importantly, the tables were beglittered.

Speaking of tables, there were of course the ones that were filled with a vast array of food and drink, and also the ones with nametags and lists to facilitate the meeting of new roommates and siblings.

There was room to sit, room to sprawl, room to walk around and mingle... and it was a big lawn, so if you needed to get away from the crowd for a bit, room for that too.


[OCD 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: Meet Your Teachers! [Fall 2017]

[suitably_heroic]

"I have a few six packs left in the fridge," Atton offered. He looked Sparkle over, the Force helping a little bit to take some stock. "This is never simple," he said. "It feels good when you can go off like a rocket on someone who screwed up your life, even if they're not the real thing. And most of the time, it doesn't actually fix anything, it just drags things back to the surface you spent a lot of time burying. The kind of things that, unlike in the holos, don't actually die when they touch sunlight."

Beat.

"So cut yourself some slack. And if you ask me, Lecter doesn't get to be rewarded for putting you through all that."

Re: Meet Your Teachers! [Fall 2017]

[myownface]

The hell of it was, Sparkle was still mostly certain that in his own predatory kind of way, Hannibal had actually done this for Sparkle's own sake. Right down to that offer he'd made. It was fucked-up, it hurt like a bitch and it was a vastly shitty thing to have done, but it made some kind of twisted ugly Hannibal-sense that Sparkle hated and respected in weirdly equal measures. But that wasn't something he wanted to pick at just then, either, so he gave Atton a tired twist of a smile and then reached into his pocket for his own smokes and lit one up with a nod.

"Yeah," he settled on. "I could kill a few beers right now in good company, get all this shit out of my head for a while. We can watch something stupid on Netflix and bitch about whatever they get wrong or something."

Re: Meet Your Teachers! [Fall 2017]

[suitably_heroic]

Yeah, show Atton a manipulative asshole and he'd show you someone who probably really believed they were doing it for the right reasons. He'd loved three of them in vastly different ways, and twice it had ended poorly for him.

And sometimes, he still wasn't sure how he felt about the way Meetra had just climbed into his brain with the Force.

"All right," he said. "I'll even try and pick something that isn't too on the nose. Though if I don't, you deserve it."

Re: Meet Your Teachers! [Fall 2017]

[myownface]

"I deserve it," Sparkle agreed, giving Atton a wry smile. "But I totally reserve the right to get stoned and watch Sesame Street if you do."

So there.

Or something.

Re: Meet Your Teachers! [Fall 2017]

[suitably_heroic]

"Do we even still have weed in the house?" Atton asked, like the responsible adult he was.

Re: Meet Your Teachers! [Fall 2017]

[myownface]

"You're asking me, like I don't know where to find weed," Sparkle replied, smirking a bit. "C'mon, man."

Sparkle was like a marijuana bloodhound.

Also, he'd stolen it from his fake dad. Hannibal had cautioned him not to smoke it, but fuck it, if there was one thing he remembered his useless old man being picky about...

Re: Meet Your Teachers! [Fall 2017]

[suitably_heroic]

You knew a wannabe mentor figure was bad when he didn't let you smoke the weed you stole fair and square.

"So you brought some? Fine."

Should they talk about this more? Atton felt like they probably should.

But maybe after Sparks had smoked some, watched some bad TV and gotten some sleep.