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

As the heat continued to bear down on the lawn, many of the tables and chairs were set up in the spots where there was shade, so no one got overheated or anything. That would be very rude for the first day in Fandom, after all.

[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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And Summer sat easily into the seat across from where she figured Jesse would sit at the table when they got there, without missing a beat.

"I mean," she said, "there might be? If there is, though, I'd guess it's, like, super individualized and based around each person as a separate case, you know? So, like, this very complex formula or whatever that breaks it down to some of the of most minute details, because it just...has to, right? Like, the multiverse is infinite, and here it is, trying to juggle all those different dimensions and reconcile various timelines and realities, right? Plus, everyone is coming from such different places, everyone's got different things going on, some people are stuck here, there's the weird time variances that people experience. If there is a method, it's got to be on a level that very few of us will actually ever be able to understand...

"Or," she submitted, because, yes, she was still going, "it's the complete opposite. There is no rhyme or reason. That the only result of taking so many different dimensions and realities and trying to smush them all together on a small island like this one results in one of the finest examples of pure, unadulterated chaos in existence, and all we can really do is kick back and enjoy the ride. Maybe that's why we have so many weird blips of things around here, especially those weekends when realities get all jumbled and we get, like, kids from possible futures, or different reality versions of ourselves or just people who might look or sound like we do, but are totally different otherwise. They're like little cracks forming in the already tumultuous fabric of this particularly whackadoodle reality that just leak all over the place, like...a broken lip gloss container in the purse of existence.

"I don't really think," she concluded, "there's probably a whole lot in between for this place."

"I like the lipgloss analogy," Jesse said, mouth curving. "The reason I ask is... I don't know. The weird stuff where I come from, it's weird, half of it doesn't make sense, and yet... there's theories that do seem to bind it all together."

She took a bite of her burger. Her appetite had been crazy since the Bureau; maybe it was all the Objects of Power she was connected to now. Does a floppy disk get hungry?

"Like, it doesn't have to be personalized," she said, "It just has to be... personal. Like the universe knows what to do with someone who has a brain that corresponds to some parameters, you know?"

Emily's rubbing off on me.

Summer was super proud of the lipgloss analogy, and loved the fact that at least someone could appreciate it. So she relished a little in that before really listening to what Jesse was saying and considering it, leaning forward on folded arms on the table.

"Like it knows what we're capable of handling and shoves it at us accordingly?"

"Maybe?" Jesse said. "One theory where I come from about all of our weird is that, like... weird just shows up to the party, but the guests define what weird is going to do, you know? Or maybe the lipgloss container only cracks where it hits the lipstick too hard."

"Instead of it shattering into a million pieces," Summer mused, as she took what Jesse said and rolled it around in her head a little, "like it does here. Or maybe it just seems that way because, here, it's being hit in so many different places all at once..."

"Maybe all the cracks are still actually tiny, and they still fit whatever made them," Jesse said, "That'd be a fun thought, wouldn't it? That it all does make sense at the end, just... sense for a universe where there's billions and billions of individual people who all need their own version of sense."

"That is a nice thought," Summer admitted. It seemed to give things a purpose, a reason. That whatever happened was because there was some little niche you were meant to fit into, a crack, either that you created or that was created for you, and it was just a matter of getting the fit right. That it wasn't all just a giant crapshoot of luck and circumstances where nothing meant anything because nothing mattered when you got right down to it.

Maybe she'd been a little too solid on the crapshoot theory, though, because it was nice, to think that it all made sense in the end, but Summer just couldn't really believe it.

She didn't want to tell Jesse that, though, because hers seemed so...optimistic by comparison, unless Summer had interpreted it way wrong.

"It's definitely different," she said, "the universe as reactionary to us rather than vice versa. It least that seems to be part of what you're saying."

"Like I said," Jesse said, picking up her burger again. "It's sort of what scientists think about my kind of weird, at least. Even that killer fridge kind of... shaped itself around this person who lost their kids and put their kids' drawings on it and... just wanted to look at it all day."

"....okay, so that's definitely creepy," said Summer, who was now willing to take back most of what she said about that idea about niches and the universe shaping itself to you being kind of comforting.

"Strong feelings can work in a lot of ways," Jesse said wryly.

It...did not take Summer very long at all to dig up a regrettable example that made her wince a little in understanding.

"Yeahhh, that's true. So...what other sorts of things have happened back where you're from? To sort of give you this perspective on it?"

"Well, right before I got here, someone opened a Threshold into another world full of mind-controlling aliens and let them into the building," Jesse said, "So..." She cleared her throat. "It's not all bad," she said. "Like there's someone who liked popping floppy disks out of computers so much that one of them developed the power of telekinesis."

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"You guys still use floppy disks?"

Yes, Summer, that was the weird part of the story.

Honestly, just be impressed she even knew what floppy disks were.

"They're iconic pieces of technology and that thing was probably decades old," Jesse said, amused, "... and the building I was in blows up any tech that's younger than the 80s."

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