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

Over on this part of the school lawn... yeah, it was still chilly. Stupid winter, doing its winter thing. But there were plenty of chairs and tables for people watching, feasting on warm foods and drinks, and generally attempting to meet the new folks!

[OCD is up! This is the picnic post for general mingling. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are all here. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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Mmmm, hot drinks and hot new people, such a good combination.

*STEALS WARMTH FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PLANET*

Theron was a growing teenager who'd now had to watch every cred he spent. Of course he was taking advantage of the free food with little of the care he'd usually take with unfamiliar food. The majority of the people here seemed to be human or human adjacent.

Introductions with the living out of the way, Norman grabbed himself some of the warm food that was being offered and settled himself under a big, sturdy tree to people watch.

And to ghost watch. Even if he hadn't met some of the living locals, the ghosts around here were strange enough to get him wondering just what kind of school this even was. Sharks? Giant bunnies?

What?

Edited 2017-12-30 12:32 (UTC)

Last night and this morning had really cemented into Summer's brain the fact that Shiemi really was gone, and it was bumming her out way more than she wanted it to. And she saw that she wasn't assigned a new roommate, which was...good, she wouldn't have wanted to replace her so quickly after all, and she supposed it would be kind of cool having her own room during her last semester. But who would help shove dead sharks out of a giant gaping hole in the wall now? Or try to perform exorcisms on her robot doppleganger? Shiemi leaving sucked.

She tried not to sulk, though, because there were some new people to meet and a potential New Years party to plan, so Summer was sitting by the fire, doing that thing where it seemed like all she was doing was texting and pissing around on social media, when she was really paying a lot more attention to what was going on around her than she let on.

"Hey, new kid. What's your name and do you have a phone? I want to add you to my group invite for my New Years' party."

See, in Summer's mind, a complete stranger coming up to you and inviting you to a party was, like, the ultimate in acceptance, so she figured it wouldn't be a bad place to start, maintaining a proper amount of aloofness in the whole thing.

"...what?" Theron said around a mouthful of something fried.

That was probably a no to the phone question.

Peridot was not hot or new, and she didn't drink, either. But she did have a cup of fruit punch, which she was holding out for Pumpkin to sample if she cared to.

Pumpkin wasn't entirely certain what to make of it. Possibly because Pumpkin was a pumpkin. Not typically known for drinking fruit punch.

"Your phone?" Summer tried again, lifting hers up for demonstration. "Communication device? Walkie talkie? Carrier pigeon? A zeep blarp zingbap, or whatever other device you might use to send messages to other people?"

She shook her head, waving a hand. "You know, it doesn't matter. Either way, there's going to be a party tomorrow in the second floor common room for New Years. Tomorrow's the last day of our calendar year here on Earth, and it's usually celebrated with a big old party, which is kind of dampered by the fact that we have school the next day. But still, it'd be really cool if some of the new kids made it, because it'll be a good way to let loose and get to know everyone in a context that isn't, you know, school mandated."

Paris was from New England and had no patience, well, in general, but especially for people bitching about how cold it was. It wasn't cold, it was perfect, okay, and the rest of you were wimps.

She had a cute scarf and a large coffee and this is how you winter, people. God. She kept her eyes peeled for new, hopefully non-weird, people to meet.

Hmmm. Tree-sitters were usually loners, in Summer's experience. Tree-sitters with big ears and stick-up hair were likely nerdy loners, too, but she was determined to use her party as a way to introduce herself to all the newbs, big eared tree-sitting loners included.

"Hey," she jerked her chin up as she approached. "You got a phone? I'm trying to put together a group text invite for my New Years party tomorrow."

Right, so Peebee had just up and taken off for a while; she'd been in one place for too long, and the old familiar impulse to get up and just be on the move had gotten too strong to ignore. Besides, Portalocity was right there, so how was she not going to take advantage of that?

(It had been an interesting time, careening giddily around from stop to stop without knowing or caring where she was going. Sliding down the side of Khufu's pyramid at sunrise for one, or that stop in Antarctica.)

Anyway, she was back now, much to her own surprise, and sipping on a cup of hot cocoa as she perched on a low-hanging tree branch at the edge of the picnic and -- look, she just wanted to see if anyone was going to try and go shirtless in this weather, okay?

Well, she was getting a non-weird-looking person approaching her for now.

"Paris," Summer said, looking a little reluctant to be doing this, but she was determined to invite everyone. "You're looking....cozy."

"My mother sent the scarf to me for Hanukkah," Paris said with almost a smile. "From her ski trip to Switzerland."

That Paris had not been invited on. But it was fine. Fine.

Hey, Norman was both of these things! Good call, Summer! Still, he was doing his best to play things cool, even if 'play things cool' mostly just meant he was pulling out his phone and waving it around a bit.

"Inviting all the new kids, huh?"

That wasn't a judgment. It was just that Norman didn't tend to get invited places, often. Even after saving the town and proving that he wasn't a crazy person. He was a bit too socially awkward for people to stay warmed up to him too much for too long.

"I'm inviting everyone," Summer said with a small roll of her eyes, "which at this school is, like, seven people, so with the new kids, it might make it a nice rounded dozen."

Fandom High was tiny, okay?

"So?" She quirked an expectant eyebrow, fingers poised and ready on her contacts list. "Name? Number? I decided to go eco-friendly and skip on the personalized paper invites this year..."

Yeah, Summer was already much more like the people he'd gone to school with back home.

"It's Norman," he offered. "Norman Babcock." And then he actually had to pause to find his number on his phone, because he didn't exactly get asked for his digits often.

Ever.

Grandma would never let him live down giving out his phone number to a pretty girl on his very first day, even if the invitation really wasn't anything personal.

"Peridot," said Summer sweetly, because she was trying especially hard to be decent and greet Peridot first and not Pumpkin, which was really hard because Pumpkin was just so....Pumpkin. "Sooooo, party tomorrow. Second floor common room. For New Years. Think you can come?"

There. And now it was Pumpkin's turn. Summer's voice went totally to mush as she knelt down and vigorously gave Pumpkin all the pets in the world.

"And you can come, toooo, Puuuuumpkin!"

Peridot blinked at the invitation, but tilted her head to consdier it as Pumpkin barked and yapped happily, jumping up and trying to lick Summer's hand with her pumpkin-guts tongue.

"A party, to celebrate the new year?" It seemed like such a trivial thing to celebrate, but who was she to turn down an invitation that Pumpkin was clearly so excited about. "Is there anything I should bring?"

Besides Pumpkin.

Oh, god. Even that name was a nerdy loner tree-sitter name. The only way it could possibly be more so was if his name was Morty Smith.

"Cool," she said, entering the information into her own phone. "Thanks, Norman. I'll text you the deets, but basically, second floor common room, New Years shindig, no big deal. Hope to see you there."

She didn't look up from her phone that whole time and turned to go, but then stopped to add, "My name's Summer, by the way. Summer Smith."

Because that was kind of how introductions went and everything.

Norman pocketed his phone and sighed.

"Good to meet you, Summer. And... thanks for the invitation."

He wasn't terribly certain he was actually wanted at the party, and there was a pretty good chance that he'd chicken out and decide to go sit at the graveyard or something to meet the locals, instead. But, hey, look. An invitation, on his first day on the island.

And then he kind of blinked up and squinted off into the middle distance for a moment while he wrapped his head around seeing a dinosaur ghost tromping by. Sure, they were all dead, but they'd had millions of years to get over it and move on.

What was this place?

Breq had picked up some food and found a table. She was wearing her warm coat, and wasn't particularly bothered by the cold, but found it a little unexpected to have a picnic this time of year. It must be a tradition.

"Super cute," said Summer, and she meant it, actually. Winter accessories had so much potential.

"Anyway, so, I know you're probably not the party-on-a-school-night type, but I am having a New Years party on the second floor tomorrow, if you'd like to come."

She was inviting everyone, sure, but she felt it wouldn't hurt to invite Paris personally. She seemed like the type to appreciate a face-to-face invitation, and she was technically Paris's Big Sister, even if a robot did sign her up for that particular duty.

"I'm not really much of a New Year's Eve partier," Paris admitted. "It seems like a lot of set up to not get kissed."

"I thought the pumpkin you kept mentioning was more...allegorical," Paris said finally.

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