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

The lawn was arranged with tables and chairs - some near the food, some not - and there was plenty of food to go around. The school had even wised up and put to-go boxes by the plates, so people didn't have to put food in their pockets to take it with them for later. No one was gonna judge you for making some pocket bacon, but at least now it wasn't a necessity.

[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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Everything about this whole situation felt like a trap, but there was also food that no one seemed to care if it was taken.

And he was a 16 year old boy who hadn't had a full meal in quite some time.

So please excuse his extreme gluttony maybe?

"WINTERIZE!"

... Please excuse Sparkle. He was a clothing shop owner on a mission and he had a large number of bundled scarves, hats, and winter gloves to burn through, here.

So that was why a bundle of deep red ones were being tossed at one of the new kids, there. You're welcome, Trevor.

Trevor dropped his plate of food in order to defend himself properly against... some clothing. "Do I look like I need charity?"

Yes. A little bit.

"Doing the same thing for all the new students," Sparkle rattled off, because...

Yes. Yes you did, Trevor.

But he'd been one of those kids who had looked like he'd needed it once, too. He understood pride.

"Part of the Fandom Island welcome package."

"Clothing and food. Might think you're running a charity." One that, you know, actually worked. Unlike the shitty Church ones back home.

That he was not allowed near because damnation, hellfire, blah blah blah.

"Eh, food has nothing to do with me." He paused. "Anyway, I need to empty my bag so I can run off with some of that, myself."

Never let it be said Sparkle wasn't willing to swallow his pride for the sake of smuggling some dinner rolls back home, okay.

That Trevor would accept as a valid reasoning for shoving free clothing at him. He nodded, maybe a little grateful to not have to fight having something warm to wear out of his sense of pride.

"Most of it seems edible."

Because he knew so little about what any of it was.

"It all more or less is," Sparkle confirmed. "Maybe various degrees of edible, but none of it'll kill you if you put it in your mouth and swallow."

That phrasing definitely got a side-eye from Trevor. Who was just completely unable to take that in the perfectly innocent way it was intended. Probably because Warren Ellis.

"Can't be worse than anything else I've eaten."

Oh, hell, yeah. Warren Ellis had that effect on people.

"Probably isn't," Sparkle replied, shrugging. "It's better than most of the shit I grew up on, anyway." He paused. "There are fridges in the dorms, you'll want to put your name on your package of food so nobody runs off with it, but it'll keep longer if you put your food in there." A pause. "And if someone does take it, kick their asses."

He was helpful.

"Fridges." HE WAS ALSO FROM THE 15th CENTURY. SORRY, SPARKLE.

"Big white boxes that are cold inside," Sparkle offered. Yeah, he'd kind of figured there'd be at least a few of those. "There's one in every common room."

Just wait until he learned about how fucking awesome indoor plumbing was. Just you wait.

"Riiight." Look, he was doing his best at not going mad at the revelation or some Lovecraftian shit about being in the future.

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Sidon was, of course, as usual, on the hunt for new faces, and, having found one such face taking full advantage of the plethora of consumables for the taking at the buffet tables, he had to grin and swing over to make his acquaintance.

"If you haven't yet," said the very large and very red psuedo-shark person with a grin that had far too many teeth, "might I suggest you try the pizza? It is absolutely one of my favorite highlights of any of these marvelous social gatherings!"

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Literally the only thing preparing him for this was the fact that his, unfortunately, non-hallucinatory roommate was a talking cat person.

But even then, his hand went to his whip out of reflex. "What's pizza?" he went with because WHAT THE FUCK ELSE WAS HE SUPPOSED TO SAY IN THE FACE OF ALL THAT ~~kinda hot~~ SHARKMAN-NESS?

Sidon might have mused a little on how he sort of missed that kind of reaction, but that would assume that he was even remotely aware of them.

"Pizza," he offered, with a gesture toward to food in question, "is the delicacy you see there in the large cardboard boxes! A truly splendid combination of a truly superb sauce and enticingly melted cheese over a crust that makes it wonderfully easy to handle! Other things are often added, as well, any combination of meats and vegetables and even sometimes fruit!, that your heart can conceive! It is often sliced into convenient triangle shapes, though I have seen them separated into squares before, as well. A truly versatile and satisfying morsel. It comes highly recommended."

That was just... a whole lot of words for a weird melty cheese on bread. Look, he was from an extra crapsack version of middle ages Romania. So this was witchcraft and sorcery!

Luckily, Trevor was already damned, so in for a penny...

He squinted at the so-called pizza for a moment before taking a slice. "What the hell would anyone put fruit on this?"

"Oh," said Sidon, rather gravely for someone who'd only known about pizza for little over a year, "it's a highly contested controversy, really, but it's rooted in the idea of whether or not sweet flavors should be mixed with savory ones, and it's almost entirely focused around a fruit called a pineapple. Perhaps I am blessed to not have a palate refined enough to take a strong stance on the matter myself, but there are some people out there who are wildly passionate about their side to this particular issue."

...Sidon, how did you even know all of this, anyway?

He had his ways, apparently.

Internet. It was all the internet.

"Sounds like they have too much time on their hands," Trevor settled on. Because his focus tended to be on survival, finding some beer, and killing bad things because he had guilt issues.

"I quite agree!" said Sidon with a bright laugh. "Why bother arguing about such menial details when one could simply just be enjoying themselves with the offering available to them? And you must forgive me. In my excitement to tell you about pizza, I must have completely forsaken my concept of proper manners! We've yet to be introduced! I am Sidon!"

He pumped his fist across his chest with a vigor that seemed to make up for the social misstep and met him with a bright grin that caught the light just perfectly/i>> "The Zora Prince! It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance!"

"Trevor." If he was impressed (and he sorta was) he was not showing it at all.

"Trevor!" Sidon repeated it like it was the best name he'd ever heard and, in that moment, it genuinely was! "Fantastic! What a great name! Where are you from, Trevor? And what brings you here to this strange and wonderful school?"

Sidon, your enthusiasm was terrible and yet Trevor couldn't disengage from this. Well, he could, but...

"Wallachia." Which meant almost nothing to most people from this era, but go off I guess. "A magic cart. I thought this was a food poisoning nightmare, actually."

Wait, was he expected to go to classes? Hard pass on that one.

"Did you recently ingest some food that might cause you to worry about such a thing?" asked Sidon, but, at this point, he sounded far more amused than he did concerned. "Is it a fair assumption, then, that this place so far is substantially different from your Wallachia?"

Well, no one talked with a random English accent and no awful side characters went off on goat-fucking tangents in earshot of him. Thanks, Warren Ellis.

"Yeah," he said, looking at Sidon like maybe he was one of the substantial differences here. Because he was. "A few things are different."