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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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Jack looked the woman over while she approached. Couldn't figure what to make of her.

She gave an easy nod and tried her best to make that 'nice to meet you' into a thing that could be true. "About the only thing I ever do go by," she agreed, "Yeah, teacher. Civics."

Her jacket was covering the glittery white "JACK" she'd ~~shut up totally didn't forget to~~ written across the left side of her collarbone.

"You my teaching buddy?"

She even managed to say it without sarcasm.

Jack was really trying today.

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"That's me," Amaya agreed easily with a nod. "I'm the one who's here to help show you the ropes if you need 'em shown, sort of help get you acquainted and settled in if need be."

She gave Jack a slightly thoughtful look-over then; definitely a departure from the last few she'd had, that was for sure.

"This may be an odd question," she added, "but you didn't happen to just recently wind up shipwrecked or washed up on shore somewhere nearby without any real strong idea of where you were or why, did you?"

It...was a thing.

Somehow.

Jack laughed and shook her head. "Nah, nothing like that. I been here before. Came to visit my brother for Parent's Weekend. I'm a teacher back home, bunch of over-powered too-hormonal teenagers who need to learn how to control their sh..stuff before they blow themselves or someone else up."

She loved every one of those kids. Fiercely.

"Sounds like that's what comes up through this school. My kind of speed so I took a sabbatical for a semester to come here, see what's what."

Keep an eye on Kaidan.

"What do you teach? I'm for Civics." If that's what you could call it.

"Currently?" Amaya said, then grinned, gave a small pump of a strong fist in the air. "Shop class! Though I've done weapons and construction before, too. I also run the forge in town, if you ever need any blacksmithing work done, though my operation tends to lean more toward the traditional sword-and-dagger type of things."

She felt Jack would definitely fall squarely into that nebulous category of technology and weapons the sort was still a little beyond her reach (though she was working on it), but, at the same time, she also looked like the sort of woman who'd appreciate a good axe from time to time, so she figured it wouldn't hurt to mention it.

"Who's your brother, if you don't mind me asking?"

Small island, so chances that she didn't know him were pretty slim to none, and that whole detail made her job a bit easier, anyway.

"Right on," Jack said with a small smile. "Good and practical. Give these kiddos a good grounding in how to fix their own sh..stuff.. when it breaks." She was more a gun girl herself when she used a weapon but she was also the sort who'd use anything as a weapon if she could get her hands on it. Particularly keen on knives. Had about six on her right now in places couldn't be seen unless you knew exactly what you were looking for.

She thew Amaya a slightly curious look. "Swords, yeah? How many people around here use 'em? I've seen the kind that light up but plasma's not exactly metal." Sort of was, sort of a burning metal or something that could just burn through metal. Ions and shit. She'd looked it up after the visit but the answers had given her a headache.

"Kaidan Alenko," came the answer about her brother, "He said he's learning sword now too and that is some sh..stuff.. I really gotta see. He's hell on wheels with a gun. Sword?"

She had doubts.

It was always nice to meet someone who understood the importance of good and practical, really, and Amaya grinned faintly, and hearing she ran around with Kaidan definitely helped confirm her thoughts about quite where to place Jack in a general sense.

"Boy, those glowy swords," they would always be glowy swords to her, "are something else, aren't they? We've got nothing like that back where I'm from, but, thankfully, there's plenty of people 'round here interested in cold, hard steel. I've had no lack of business over the months, even picked myself up an apprentice." Which was...more out of just liking the idea of it than necessity, but that wasn't the point. "I didn't know Kaidan'd picked it up, though; not surprising, really. He taking lessons with Kanan? Made him a small stockpile of practice blades not too long ago, it'd be good to know they're being put to good use."

"Kind of want one of the glowsticks," Jack admitted, "They look fun." Destruction was fun. Nobody should ever let her have a lightsaber. Ever. EVER.

"Eh, as.. Kaidan was using a bamboo sword the last time I saw him. Playing swords with Kanan, yeah. Closest thing we got to swords back home are monoblades. They're metal underneath but the edge ain't. Cuts through anything. Can't get 'em anymore. They're a whole lot of illegal." She wanted one of those, too.

Shot Amaya another look. "An actual forge, with like anvils and sh..stuff? Hammering away on metal?" Dark ages stuff, man. Jack was kind of impressed anyone did anything that way anymore.

Amaya's brain was very quick to supply reasons why the monoblades Jack described might be deemed a whole lot of illegal, and so now she wanted one, too.

But the pride for her work was a swiftly working mistress, and, beaming slightly, she nodded. "Actual forge," she confirmed, "with anvils and...stuff, hammering away on metal. Been doing it since I was about the age of most of these kids here, really, with some inventing and tinkering on the side here and there, too. Which mean I'll let you know if I ever get around to working up how to actually make one of those glowy swords, but I'm trying to focus a bit more on guns. More for my own sake than anything else; there's a shop already selling those here, and I'm not about to tread on territory that's beyond my ken, anyway. But it'd still be nice to know...y'know?"

"Yeah definitely keep me on the glowstick wait list," Jack encouraged. Because damn did she want one. hiss-snap Wheeeee!

She gave Amaya another curious look, "Guns, huh? Like, revolvers from this planet or, like, our guns from home?" Jack considered the whole forge and metal part of it. "Might be better with a revolver that shot slugs. Ours are mostly electrical."

Eezo powered. She wasn't going to try explaining that right now.

Smart move, considering...

"....I'm only just getting the hang of electricity," Amaya admitted with a shake of her head, "so I think it might be a while before I work my way up to electrical guns. It's a learning process, to be sure, but one I'm feeling pretty eager to tackle. I just keep getting distracted with other jobs, which, believe me, is not a problem I mind having, I can tell you that."

She whistled between her teeth. "Yeah? I can see where that'd be a problem working with more than revolvers. I didn't even know there were places people could come from that didn't have electricity. Never been on a nexus thing like this before."

She made a note and filed it away because that might be pertinent if she got a student who didn't know what the light switches were or something.

"There's...definitely a learning curve, for some of us," Amaya grinned faintly. "But we all manage to make it work, somehow. There's actually been kind of an influx of backwater pre-industrialites like myself lately, which definitely helps, but it takes all types, 'round here. Gotta admit, though, I'm going to blow some minds right out of some skulls if I manage to make my way back to Daventry, I can tell you that much!"

She sounded far too delighted by the idea, really.

She laughed a little. "Right on. That's the way to look at it."

She would die. Absolutely die. If she were ever stuck in a pre-industrial-age place. This version of Earth was antique enough that she wanted to go around calling things 'quaint', a word she'd never before used in her life.

A world without instant-brew coffee pots would have her screaming within a day. She could appreciate how it must feel coming the other direction.

"But, well," said Amaya with a faint grin, "I think that's enough about that. My job here's just to make sure you're in a good place for everything you need for teaching your class and to make sure the island doesn't freak you out too much, but I've got a feeling you might be fairly set on both accounts."

"'Preciate it," Jack said as politely as she ever said anything, "You're not wrong. It takes a lot to freak me out."

Not that the island wasn't going to try.

"If anything can do it, it'll be a classroom full of teenagers asking 'why why why' all the time," she drawled.

Amaya had to chuckle a little at that. "They're good kids," she said, "most of them, with their heads on straight. Even the worrisome ones seem to figure it all out well enough."

The stuff she'd seen Beaker get into in her classes should be traumatizing, really, but even he managed to figure out by the end of it not to use certain equipment and how to wind up only glued to some things instead of everything, which was no small amount of pride for her.

"And, at least in my classes, the questions were pretty few and far between, but, then again, my classes tend to focus more on just doing."

And usually involved a very detailed explanation and demonstration that didn't leave a whole lot of missing pieces, really, but that was only because she didn't want missing pieces in lectures leading to missing pieces in students.

"We won't get around to 'doing' in my class for a few weeks," Jack said with a lazy shrug, "I figure most of 'em won't even know what the laws of this country or even the state are, so we'll start giving 'em the basics."

Also an education on how the laws here were incredibly backward.

"Kids here can't be worse than a room full of adolescent biotics who think they're invincible because they blow up the toaster when they get upset."

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