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

Try not to freak anyone out too quickly? Possibly?

And now I crash and sleep for a bit. See you all in the morning!

Breq had just picked up a soda to start with, mostly being here to see who the new students were. Perhaps someone would be interested in music, and in working a shift at Groovy Tunes.

No, that wasn't entirely true. She also wanted to run into old friends, as getting her new basement apartment in order had made her a bit of a recluse. Not that she minded. Obviously. It was just good to make sure to stay in touch.

Mostly, she told herself, she was looking for employees, knowing well enough that putting up a note on the shop door might be more efficient. Looking at the people gathered, she took a sip from her glass.

As was tradition, Octavia was here, piling her plate high and stuffing her pockets with what would keep well.

And, okay, occasionally glancing around at other people. 'Social' might not have been one of her desriptors, but sometimes a girl got curious all the same.

"Ah, my favorite time of the semester," said Owen, who'd only been here for one so far. "Free food and sunshine!"

He had no intentions of freaking anyone out. He was just parking himself in a sunbeam with a plate full of sandwiches, instead.

She was also absolutely getting a Liam making a beeline right for her as soon as he spotted her.

Look, a quick check-in via the phone after the whole Toymaker thing could only do so much. Sure, she'd said it had passed her by on account of conveniently timed temporary raccoon-ing, but he still just had to see for himself. So, beeline, and a cheerful "Octavia!" as he was incoming.

Thankfully, the Dean had warned (it probably had not been meant as a warning, but she had taken it as one) Tisarwat about the picnic, so she was at least prepared to witness the mildly horrifying experience of seeing all those people eating with their bare hands. It didn't make it any less uncomfortable, though, and it had effectively robbed her of her own appetite. She was honestly starting to feel a little worn down by it all, so she was grateful to find a nice, quiet table a bit off to the side, where she could sit, and she set the fishbowl on the table in front of her, slouching a little with her chin in her hand.

Her plan was to people-watch, but that was difficult, with all the eating, so her attention mostly just went to this fish, green and purple scales shining as it started to swim around and around and around...

Aatr's tits, now that song was stuck in her head.

And she was feeling too tired to realize that she'd started humming it a little, a few of the words slipping out of her as she traced a gloved finger along the glass, following the fish's graceful circles.

"It all goes around
It all goes around
The planet goes around the sun
It all goes around..."

There had only been a matter of time until a Radchaai student showed up, Breq supposed. Gloves, lieutenant uniform, an obvious disgust at people eating with their bare hands.

And a fish in a bowl, for some reason. Breq walked closer, and heard the kid humming a song.

"I haven't heard that melody before," she said, making sure to smile so as to make the newcomer more comfortable.

Tisarwat must have been even more tired than she thought; she could have sworn she heard...

She lifted her eyes away from the fish to find the voice that addressed her, blinked her lilac eyes once because now she was sure she was seeing things as well as hearing them, and then just stared.

About five seconds later, her shoulders pulled back. "Fleet Captain!" Was something wrong? Had she changed her mind? Was she going back to the Mercy of Kalr? And just as she was starting to warm up to the vast challenges this place had presented to her so far, too! "What are you---"

...but she trailed off, blinking again, because something was off, something wasn't right with this, and it was more than just that weird smile on her face. She looked different, but only just slightly, only just enough, no uniform, no gloves! (would the horror never cease??), and then there was the simple fact that she, of all people, was claiming to not know that song.

That song was entirely her fault!

"I...I'm sorry," she said. "For a moment, I thought you were someone else."

Was this...was this another part of Justice of Toren? Had another one survive, so far flung out into unknown space that she'd wound up here? It seemed...oddly possible, but it could also be a coincidence. It's not like ancillaries all looked the same. And she looked entirely as Tisarwat felt she'd expect someone from this planet to look, in her limited experience so far.

But that didn't mean it wasn't possible.

After the last few months she'd had, up to and including today, Tisarwat was resigned to believe that nearly anything was possible.

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The surprise Breq felt wasn't visible on her face of course, but the smile faded. She let her hands slip behind her back to make the kid more comfortable.

"Yes, you mistake me for someone else. My name's Breq. You're Radchaai, aren't you?"

Tisarwat's posture stiffened. "I am," she said.

And Radchaai didn't believe in coincidences.

She'd recognized her for what she was, she put her hands behind her back, her name was Breq. What the fuck was going on here?

"I'm Lieutenant Tisarwat," she said, along with her ~~handwaved even in canon wtf~~ house name, carefully watching for any indication of recognition in that face, though, good luck with that if she shared much with her apparent twin in both name and appearance, "of Mercy of Kalr. I've been assigned here for a..." She still disliked admitting it, "...rest."

But now, the important part: "Are you from Radch space?"

Even with the confusing details of this doppleganger situation, a yes to that question might be the biggest relief Tisarwat could experience right now.

It started out simply enough; Prompto went to go grab his food, loading up a plate, figuring, hey, he'd had a really busy and dramatic and maybe even slightly traumatic weekend so far, he could splurge just a little, but then, just as his plate started to get a little bendy with the suggestion that maybe he was pushing his plate limits too far, he got a fresh whiff of deja vu, a faint whisper of a Careful there, cowboy. You got all that, or do you need a hand?

Aaaaaaaand now he was sad.

Cool.

Super cool.

Good thing he had all this food now! Excuse him while he went to find a good spot for eating your feelings!

With the cheer in his greeting, Octavia was half expecting to see Magnus when she turned, even though the voice was wrong for that.

Also, yes, maybe it was a little sad that she was associating cheer with all of one person in her life.

She gave him a quick nod in greeting as she pocketed whatever kind of pastry she'd just wrapped in a napkin. "Hey, Liam."

Sidon had been looking forward to this all week! How could he not love the welcome picnic, with all these exciting new people to meet, all these exciting new people to be surprised by his sheer magintude and energy and size, and, most importantly, all these new introductions to be had! He, of course, was helping himself to bites of fish here and there, maybe a slice of pizza or two, but he'd much rather spend his time getting to know all these marvelous new people!

And, yes, he knew it was probably hard to not notice a large and exciteable red shark person, especially if you were new.

But he'd learned over the semesters to really bank on that. He made for an excellent ice breaker by merely existing, after all, and so he'd exist to his fullest extent!

Yep, Beau was here for the food, naturally. And while she wasn't shirtless, exactly, you all were welcome for the excellent view of her abs.

Well. Pitter-patter...

Wayne was...back, after some disappointing news that he never was expected to leave in the first place. Still, he tried to squeeze in as much chorin' back home on the farm as he could, as if one could have a reserve on that sort of thing and stock up, because he sure as fuck wasn't ever going to get nearly enough chorin' done around here.

But he was back, and he was resigned to his fate, and he was....

....wearing a suit.

Fuck, Nina had better be showin' up to this thing to see this, that's all he had to say about it.

But he had a pop, and he went to go stand somewhere a bit out of the way. He would have sat down, but he'd hate to go and get one of his two nice suits all wrinkleh.

"I've been traveling a lot," Breq said, deciding not to be too precise. I've been here for a while, first as a student, and now I run the music shop."

She paused. "You don't happen to be interested in music?"

Priorities. She'd ask about the fish soon.

Shunsui knew he had been absolutely terrible about socializing, which was a shame, really, because it didn't take long stepping outside on this island to be reminded of exactly the reason he'd come back. Thankfully, events like the welcome picnic made it easier for him to not only be social, but also be lazy about it, because pretty much all he had to do was show up, smile and tip his hat, and offer out sake to those he might deep particularly interesting.

At first, though, for now, he was going to find a good place where he could sit and lounge with languid comfort, watching the whole thing with pleased bemusement, because there was just something so nice about a gathering of so many beautiful people, just getting to know each other, enjoying themselves, being completely and hopelessly bewildered by the ever-present confusion that this place cultivated like a fine, aging wine...

He sighed wistfully, poured himself a little sake from his jug, and sipped.

"Oh wow," Keyleth said, a little wide-eyed. "I have to ask, are you actually Wayne, or is this one of the Fandom lookalike things I've heard about?"

Tisarwat snorted, something she blamed entirely on the fact that it had already been a very, very long day.

A music shop, though.

Of fucking course.

"It's growing on me," she said, looking at this Breq even a little more closely now, her lilac eyes intense as she tried to weigh out a few options, and so she was prepared to try to catch what she could by way of reactions. "My Fleet Captain considers herself a collector of songs. It's interesting, though. She's the one I mistook you for. And her name is also Breq."

We'll just leave house names out of it for now, though.

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Trevor wasn't exactly a social butterfly, but he wasn't going to turn down free food. Ever.

So, he was there with a plate piled high to eat as he watched the crowd. Another round of strange classes for him. Yay.

Oddly enough, even though Wayne had never really encoungered much about the lookalike thing himself, he'd sort of expected at least a few responses like that. After all, he had just sort of up and left and took all his stuff with him since he'd genuinely though he'd be staying in Letterkenny, and he wasn't sure if anyone here at Fandom had even seen him in anything that wasn't a plaid shirt and perfectly fitted jeans.

He wasn't sure if most of the people in Letterkenny had ever seen him in anything that wasn't a plaid shirt and perfectly fitted jeans, for that matter.

But he felt he had a pretty good method for convincing people that, yes, that really was him standing there in a fucking suit a fucking picnic.

"Keyleth," he nodded. "How are ya now?"

Hey, if people were going to freak out about aliens, better on day one, right? Vette was looking pretty at ease as she moved through the crowd, a plate full of far too much food for any one human to eat.

Pretty at ease. Maybe even pretty smug. The shuttle looked great today, hadn't it? The folded paper glittered so nicely in the sun.

Lekku wrapped around her shoulders so that they weren't within easy tugging range of curious new hands, Vette was humming and popping the occasional blueberry into her mouth, without a care in the world.

Yeah, right. Like Summer was going to miss this welcome picnic. It could very well be her last one! And that was a crazy thought, wasn't it? Still, she got herself some food and something to drink, and sort of sat down on top of a table somewhere to do some good old fashioned people watching while trying not to get a little despressed about the whole thing.

She was really going to miss this.

But she was definitely going to enjoy it while she could.

Fleet Captain?

"Has anyone told you about alternative universes yet?"

Breq couldn't help wondering in what kind of universe anyone resembling her would be a Fleet Captain. It was a good thing Tisarwat had left out the house name.

"Events diverge in universes, creating a multiverse. People arrive her from similar or very different universes, at different points in time. That might be it."

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