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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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"Excited, huh?" Hey, Summer. Kanan couldn't help but lean over and grin at that delighted air that was kind of difficult to miss. "Get to be all responsible for impressionable young minds and all that?"

Summer still had an impressionable young mind! It was weird! And awesome!

"Hey, there, co-teacher." Every bit of her youthful exuberance was in full form today, no matter how much she'd want to be the Responsible Adult. She'd have a full semester ahead of her of Responsible Adult. Today, she was just going to be thrilled about new chapters and steps forward and shit.

She shook her head a little. "And this is where I say something like, 'man, they'll let anyone teach at this school, huh?' but we all know that's true, and putting me on the payroll's actually a step up from some of the current faculty. Present company included."

She gave him her brightest, sweetest, most innocent smile, then blinked, feigning surprise.

"Oh, hey," she said, tilting her head, gesturing with a finger toward his ear, "it looks like you've got a little...is that...glitter already? Or...actually, it looks...like a sequin?"

What in the wooorld could that be doing there??

Kanan smiled and rolled his eyes, and then reached for one of the half a million karking balloons he'd brought here from the shuttle after he'd cleared out the seat covers.

There might have been a small puff of glitter from his sleeve as he did so.

"Both," he intoned. "It's definitely both. I can't imagine where the two biggest thorns in my side managed to get so many sequin seat covers on such short notice, though."

Honest. For true.

He passed Summer the balloon.

"Don't suppose you have any idea?"

And Summer, whose face may have twitched particularly around the corner of her mouth and she shrugged in an effort to turn that twitch into a just blithely amused smile, just shook her head a little as she took the balloon. She eyed it speculatively. "No idea," she said, "but their wealth of resources must be incredible, really. Like, whatever it is, must be really impressive."

And, again, that oh-so-innocent blink as her attention shifted from balloon to bus driver. "Why?" she asked. "What did they do this time?"

Kanan's reply, now that his hand was free, was to just snort, pull out his phone, and then pull up the photo he'd taken of the bus.

Because, you know, for somebody who was clearly completely innocent, Kanan had a sneaking suspicion that Summer would appreciate getting to witness the mayhem.

And for someone who was clearly completely innocent, leaning in for a better look at how this whole nefarious plot finally played out, Summer felt a strange well of pride as if she'd been more involved in it than just a supportive enabler, and the impressed lift of her eyebrows and the reaction that went with it was actually fairly genuine. She knew the parts, sure, but she didn't know exactly how they were going to be put together.

"Wooooooooooow," she said, and didn't even bother to hide her approval, "it looks like a strip club in there."

Because how could she not stick with the theme, really.

"Yeah, there are at least a few students wondering what I use that bus for when I'm not picking up new kids," Kanan informed her, eyebrows raised. "I've probably had worse first impressions, but that one is definitely near the top of the list."

And now he was not just BDG, and Mean Bus Driver Guy, but also Sparklebus. Clearly this morning had gone well.

He could collect all the weird little nicknames from snarky little students all he wanted, none of them would ever reach BDG level. Hers was the first, dammit.

Though she would have to admit, Sparklebus was pretty great, too.

"Well," she offered, reasonably, "there's no denying that it probably helped do the job of getting at least some of the what-the-fuck out of their systems before getting here. That's always helpful."

"And anything I can do to help," Kanan replied, shaking his head a little. Smiling. Just a bit. "Presumably that's what our class is going to be for, though."

"Truuuuuuue," Summer agreed, "but the more they get out of their system today, the easier our jobs will be when start really dropping the big bombs on them.

"I'm really excited, by the way," she added, a faintly gushing afterthought that was only just confirming what was incredibly obvious. "I think it's going to be really great and cool, working with each other on this one."

"Might even make up for how you never once managed to take one of my classes before," Kanan teased, smirking. "Then again, maybe it's better this way. I prefer having you at the front of the room as an equal, anyway."

Having even some nominal measure of... what... rank? Over her? Teacher-to-student? That would've been weird.

"Saaaaame," Summer agreed. "That would have been....weird. But, also, don't blame me that all your previous classes available to me just sucked. That, and the fact that I only really had three chances to take one of your classes, and the first time around, I didn't even get to pick, my classes were being picked out for me by some anonymous alien office drone trying to make sure I don't cause too much trouble, remember? And your classes don't usually scream Nice Safe Anti-Rebellion Option.

"Oh!" she added as she thought back and remembered. "And the second time around, I didn't get to pick, either, because Grampa Rick picked those because I was running around in that Apocalypse World and replaced temporarily by a robot! So that means I really only had one semester where I could have picked your class, but by then, we were good enough friends that it really would have been weird at that point. What were you even teaching that semester? Do you remember, or does it all just blur together? That would have been spring 2018, before I graduated."

"Uh," Kanan said, squinting and leaning his head back and thinking. "I know I took one semester off, and you gave me hell for that," he replied. "I'm pretty sure that was the one."

It was. It was absolutely the one.

"I take one semester off, and of course it's the one where you finally had the opportunity to take my class, too."

"Oh, yeah!" said Summer, laughing a little. "I remember that now!"

It had been ages ago, BDG. Aaaaggggeeeessss.

"I guess the universe just wasn't lining up in our favor for that, huh? It had to save all the awesomeness for when we joined forces together."

"And now here we are, our forces combined," Kanan replied, chuckling. "What are we going to do for the first class? Traditional introductions, or throw them right into the deep end?"

The deep end that was going to get so very deep, wasn't it?

You'd think they could have managed to figure some of this stuff out earlier, but...nah. Flying by the seat of their pants was more fun and more their style anyway, right?

Right!

"Our class is toward the end of the week," Summer pointed out, "so they're going to be sick to death of introductions at that point. I say we throw them right into that deep end....maybe in a way that also serves as an introduction?"

She didn't know exactly how to marry the two, but, give her a second, she might come up with something.

Kanan squinted a little, mulling that over.

"I like it," he replied, already ticking through a few vague ideas, himself. "I suppose we could..." He frowned a little. "I don't know. Hit up the danger shop. Drag them through something we're used to that isn't the norm around here..."

He pause, and then added, "Get them to do the same?"

"Ooooooh," said Summer, her head bobbing a little in an approving nod, "I like that! Sort of a...show and tell, to gauge what everyone's used to and where they might be coming from! And since it is later in the week, anyone new will have had a chance to better understand where they stand on that level comparative weirdness. That's brilliant, BDG. Now I'm going to have to think of something real good."

"Dibs on a cantina," Kanan said immediately. And then broke into a little grin. "It's homey."

You know. Because the variety of folks you'd find in one and not at all because he'd spent a good number of cumulative months just passed out on cantina floors.

"Cantina's all yours, my friend," Summer assured him. "That's way more your scene than mine. Mine's more..." She narrowed her eyes a little, since she'd still been trying to think of something, "...creating a teeny, tiny rift in the space-time continuum because you threw a raging house party kegger and your parents are coming home earlier than you expected."

"And there's a problem I can honestly say I've never had," Kanan admitted, tilting his head.

It was difficult to tell, sometimes, if he was bemused or impressed. Sometimes it managed to be a combination of the two.

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