fandomhigh | Welcome Party for the Summer Students and Staff

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!event: welcome picnic

Welcome Party for the Summer Students and Staff

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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"Gremlins, demons...." Greg sighed. "I'm really not buying any of it, just so you know."

"I had the same reaction. Then I saw the purple dragon." Isabel shrugged, "And you'd think I'd be better prepared for something like all thing considered."

"You'll believe soon enough, probably the first time you get a random bucket of slime dumped over your head."

"Slime?" He wrinkled his nose and then snickered. "Sounds like something I'd do to Nicole, back when I was a callow youth who resorted to such tricks," he added, blushing.

"Ahhh, younger sister?" she asked, smiling a bit at the blush. "I have a brother, I can only guess what you did to her. But this slime was more random, it came out of nowhere and would cover you in ick."

"Older sister," he corrected. "She'll be a sophomore at UCLA this fall. But...okay, where did it come from? Is there some kind of precipitation around that might evaporate into this slime stuff?"

"UCLA? Occasionally when I think that far ahead UCLA sounds like a neat place to go."

Isabel shrugged, "It just appeared, usually triggered by the word 'I don't know'. It sounds bizarre, but I swear it's the truth. Last week the washing machines were somehow claiming the clothes people were wearing as ransom."

Greg stared.

"You mean the washing machines broke and so people were being hyperbolic?"

"No, the washing machines chose to stop working for a few days," she explained with a perfectly straight face. "And when they started working again, they spent a day randomly magically vanishing the clothes people were wearing. I guess the figure the embarassment was a good payment."

"Um. I don't...believe in magic?" Greg said tentatively. "So...there's got to be a normal explanation."

"Do you believe in aliens?" Isabel asked. She was only smirking a little bit.

"Not really? But moreso than magic. I'll believe in aliens when I get a little more evidence," he replied.

"Does this count as evidence?" Isabel asked as she held out a hand toward the food table. An apple rose up and floated over, landing gently in her outstretched hand.

Greg stared for almost a full minute before walking the area between Isabel and the table, waving a hand around. "Okay, I give up. Where's the wire?"

"No wire," she laughed. "Alien-fu. Fandom's a weird place. Not only do we have gremlins, demons, and a vampire. We have a few non-terrestrial students as well."

"...okay, seriously, how did you do that?" he asked, boggling.

"I told you, alien-fu." Isabel pointed at the table. "Pick something out, it doesn't matter what. If this is a trick there's no way I could have rigged everything on the table."

Greg frowned and looked at the table.

"Okay. A cookie from that plate," he said, pointing.

Thirty seconds later, Isabel held out her hand and offered the cookie to Greg. "Cookie?"

Greg was staring again, and not just because he thought she was hot.

"...are you trying to tell me you're an alien?"

"I'm an alien-human hybrid," Isabel said with a small smile. "I'm not going to turn green or grow scales or anything. I just have a few extra skills to help me along."

"Yeah, I was going to say that you're awfully pretty for an alien."

And then he blushed dark, dark red, because wow, had he not meant to say that aloud.

"I just mean, um, based on what the movies show and stuff. Anyone's pretty next to ET, right?" Greg laughed nervously.

Isabel started to laugh and then stopped when she saw the blush. "Thank you," she said sincerely, blushing just a bit herself. "I do admit, it's much easier to get through life without looking like something that should be featured on the Z-Cases."

"I'd guess as much," Greg nodded. "So, um. Are you like, a sophomore or junior or what?"

Segue? What segue?

"I'm a junior, how about you?" Isabel asked. Hopefully now Greg would be a little more prepared for the insanity that was Fandom after that display. "And did you find out who you're living with?"

"I'm a junior, too. And I'm rooming with a guy named Peter Parker, on the third floor?" Greg said, consulting his packet again.

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