Welcome Party for the Summer Students and Staff

[bigdamnprincipal]

Despite the slightly overcast sky, the weather is still good for welcoming all of the new arrivals for the Fandom High summer session. The graduation decorations (and gremlin debris) have been cleared from the front lawn, and replaced with tables of information packets, food, and drinks. A series of signs point the students to the information table first, where they can pick up their room assignments from the office drones, and then continue on to the food tables to mingle.

And no, there are no inflatable gremlins around today. It's far too early to start scaring the new folks. That's what the mingling section is for!

[OOC: All right folks, have at it!]

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Re: Security/Dealing with Weapons

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Who's John Crichton?" She gave him a look that said she thought he'd lost his mind. "I'm Dawn. You know my sister Buffy?"

Re: Security/Dealing with Weapons

[soldtoarmenians]

"..." Xander pretty much just stared at her for multiple seconds.

Finally he answered intelligently, "Do I what now?"

Re: Security/Dealing with Weapons

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Buffy. Summers." She leaned in and whispered, just in case he'd been hit on the head recently, "She who kills fangy people except for under certain circumstances. Is my older sister."

Re: Security/Dealing with Weapons

[soldtoarmenians]

Blink.

Blink.

Blink.

Finally Xander's brain rallied. Sorta. Because this was fandom, and it wasn't like he wasn't dating somebody from fifteen minutes years into the future or so.

"Is she... kind of thirtyfive-ish?"

Re: Security/Dealing with Weapons

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

If Dawn rolled her eyes any harder, they'd fall out of her head onto the floor and under the food table.

"Twenty-one."

Re: Security/Dealing with Weapons

[soldtoarmenians]

Okay, still. Fandom. Rally, brain. Rally.

"The Buffy I know is nineteen, and if she has a sister, I'm pretty sure she doesn't know about it, let alone me." Xander smiles a little awkwardly.

"So I'm guessing you're from a really alternate dimension? Like Ralph Nader is president and the Cubs have a three year World Series winning streak going?"

Re: Security/Dealing with Weapons

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Nineteen. Nineteen. Oh, crap. Her eyes widened as she wondered if she could redo the last five minutes.

"Yes," she nodded quickly, "that's it exactly. Yup. I come from a land of ecological responsibility and miracle baseball. It's a good place."

Re: Security/Dealing with Weapons

[soldtoarmenians]

He eyed her, grinning slightly. "Yuh...huh. Aside from wondering how you know it'd be a miracle, then, I find it difficult to believe such a land exists in any universe."

Re: Security/Dealing with Weapons

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"It's right next to the one without shrimp."

Re: Security/Dealing with Weapons

[soldtoarmenians]

"There's a world without shrimp? " Xander shook his head. "Why?"

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Re: Security/Dealing with Weapons

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn...had never thought of that before. "Uh, maybe for people who are allergic? Or keep kosher?"

Re: Security/Dealing with Weapons

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander thought about that, then laughed. "Okay, fair point." The blinky... hadn't really stopped, it had just grown less seizure-like. "So... Buffy has a sister. Somewhere. Seriously."

Re: Security/Dealing with Weapons

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Yup." She shrugged. "Kind of a surprise to her, too, if I'm going to be honest."

Re: Security/Dealing with Weapons

[soldtoarmenians]

"Um. When she was..." Xander's brain couldn't do math anymore. Simple addition as a concept? Pfft. Exhausted. Forget about comparing ages. "Five?" he guessed wildly.

Re: Security/Dealing with Weapons

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Uh..." Sure, they'd go with that for now. "Yes. Five. Sorry, math took me a minute. Not the same without the music."