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

Despite the not-so-great weather earlier in the week, the weather today looked nice and... well, decent for the end of December, and while the rest of town might still have signs of last week's snow, there were no traces left outside the school. (It just meant one less uncomfortable question for the big siblings to deal with, you're welcome.)

The buffet table was ready, set as far as possible from the glittered-out blue and gold tables and chairs. The winter bonfire was crackling for warmth and food-toasting opportunities. The lists of siblings and roommates had been double-checked. It looked like everything was ready for a picnic!

[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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Soooooo...this was the new school, huh? This was what Sweet Dee had signed up for. Some weird little island castle school off the coast of Maryland that was not doing a very good job of fitting her expectations of being some hoity-toity fancy British school or something where she'd totally win everyone over with her perfect (not even close) accent and effortless (again, not even remotely) charm, and wind up winning over some posh English version of Josh Groban or a prince in disguise or something. But, no, this was definitely giving off more of a budget Barry Plodder-meets-ComicCon bullshit vibe, and she was so not into that.

What a bunch of losers.

So this first impression was not great, as she sort of stood there wondering why she'd bothered coming all the way (so, so far, you guys) from Philly just for...this...while drinking deeply from a can of soda that was so not big enough.

Because that can of soda was absolutely filled with wine.

Or it was, about five minutes ago.

Deal with their cosplay lookin' bullshit, Sweet Dee. Just deal with it.

"Hail and well met!" Magnus said. "Are you a new teacher here or just creepin'?"

There was possibly a reason why Magnus wasn't a teaching buddy.

Sweet Dee refused to deal with, and would refuse with every fiber of her being until it broke her down into a crying, blubbering mess clinging to homespun burlap cloak like it was the last thing on Earth.

But since they were still...oh, at least a few good months away from anything like that, she was just going to eye the dude with a quirk of her eyebrow, a snort, and a swig of her totally-clever-hidden-wine-in-a-can. "What happened to your sleeves?" she asked. "You lose them in a fight with..." She didn't know a whole lot about this world, she realized just then, "...some....other nerd or something?"

And that was her first real pang of what a mistake she'd made, when she realized there was no one there to egg her on and almost make her think that was a half-decent insult.

Wine can was always clever. It was living her best life. But only because Magnus knew literally nothing about her.

"I flexed too hard they fell off," he said, totally flexing again as though to illustrate what did not happen at all. "But if I see any nerds, I'll let you know."

Because he was a fighty boy, not a brainy boy. INT was supposed to be a dump stat for him.

"Holy shit," said Sweet Dee as realization dawned on her because she had heard...and seen...that exactly same thing somewhere else before, or something very nearly like it. "You're nerdy Mac!"

"No, I'm Magnus." At least he didn't do the 'No, this is Patrick' meme at that. It was a near thing.

"No," said Sweet Dee, shaking her head, shaking a finger at him, and not even worrying about spilling her wine, that was the brilliance of wine in a can! "No, you are. You definitely are. You're nerdy Mac. Do you even own any shirts with sleeves still on them?"

She would bet a whole 'nother wine in a can that he didn't.

"Y--yes? Yes." Wow, failed the fuck out of that deception roll.

"Yeah," Sweet Dee snorted, totally convinced, as she smirked and toasted her wine in a can to Nerdy Mac before another swig, "sure, whatever you say, Nerdy Mac. I'll believe it when I see it. But, uhhh, but, hey, at least I know we're safe, right? You're probably giving 'ocular pat downs' all over the place, right? Assessing the 'threat level' or whatever it is you guys do."

"I mean, I totally do that," he admitted. "But that's because I'm a highly trained warrior."

Yeah, that wasn't going to convince her he wasn't Nerdy Mac, huh?

Not even a little bit. So help her, if he started talking about Fight Milk...

"Sure you are," said Sweet Dee, who was discovering that next time, she definitely needed a bigger can. "Hey, you don't happen to have any family living around Philly, by any chance, do you?"

"Noooo. Just West Virginia and Texas." But man, wouldn't it be weird if he did?

Ewww.

"My condolences," said Sweet Dee, who actually sounded a little bit sincere about that, too.

Yeah, but if anyone played Take Me Home, Country Road, he was legally required to sing along and ugly cry while he did it.

"Yeah, fuck Texas."

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Hannibal did not have his normal gift of food for his "buddy" today, but he was still dressed very nicely and had very good coffee with him. And had possibly cheated and asked the moose what the new teacher he was supposed to meet looked like.

So, have a not-English sort-of-Count doing his best to be pleasant?

"Ms Reynolds?" He smiled, holding out his hand. "Doctor Hannibal Lecter."

"...Doctor, you say?"

Well, then. Sweet Dee looked faintly impressed. Things were starting to look up for her after all as she gave a (slightly wine-stained) smile in return and took the offered hand in greeting. Which she would be shaking for the duration of what she said next, which would definitely be pushing it into weird and/or awkward territory despite her best efforts not to. "What a pleasure to meet you. Are you...also one of the teachers here at this..." Oooh, saying this one was going to hurt a little, but she grimaced through it, "fine, prestigious school?"

...and she might still be shaking his hand a moment longer after that, too. She did have incredibly large and surprisingly powerful hands, after all.

"Yes," Hannibal answered both of her questions. He let her shake his hand a moment longer, then determinedly retrieved it. "Welcome to Fandom. Where are you joining us from?"

"Philadelphia, actually!" said Sweet Dee, trying to make it sound way more impressive than it could ever possibly be, her smile already straining at the seams. "Yeah, I just...you know...figured it was just...time to get out the city for a while, try something...new," that was a word for it!, "and...exciting." Yeah, that one, too, probably. "And so I'm here!" She shrugged it off, waved her hand a little, just oh-so-nonchalant and casual, really. "Teaching acting!" With a little of course, what else? sort of laugh at the end.

...of course she was.

Hannibal exercised his much better acting skills to seem polite and interested. "I imagine the students will enjoy that. Are you aware of this island's idiosyncracies?"

And Sweet Dee blinked a few times, tilting her head.

"Idio-what nows?"

"Its unique attributes and inhabitants," Hannibal clarified.

Well, now, that seemed like a phrase that no one ever used in reference to anything even remotely good. Sweet Dee look at Hannibal for a second, before passing her eyes pointedly around at the crowd assembled at the picnic.

"Oh, you mean like the blue people and the cosplayers and the giant guy who looks like a shark had a baby with a linebacker?"

She had been diligently trying to ignore the hell out of all of them, so thank you sooooo much, Dr. Lecter, for bringing them right to the forefront of the conversation. She reaaaaallly appreciated it!

She was welcome; it was, after all, his job here.

"Them, yes," Hannibal agreed. "Also the man on fire," he pointed out Jono, "and the fact that several of the people here are from other time periods, or that most of them have arrived here by magic. Is any of this usual for the world you're from?"

Well. The one on fire didn't actually seem to bother her nearly as much as it should.

But Sweet Dee was just going to look at Hannibal with than expression that almost looked betrayed. You'd given her hope, Doc, and then you just snatched it right away out of her giant hammer hands.

"No," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world because it was. "No, it is definitely not."

But she, for a moment, seemed to reconsider.

"And, I mean, you still see some preeeeetttty weird shit in South Philly, but...I mean, come on," she gestured toward Mae. "That kid is obviously a cat."

But that reconsidering expression flooded right back to her.

"Actually, no, my brother's dead ex-wife tried to turn herself in to a cat, so never mind, bad example, but you get what I mean, right?"

"I understand, yes," Hannibal said. "But if you can take it all in stride, you will do fine. Strange things happen here on a regular basis."

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