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!]

Comments

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."