Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, Saturday, All Day

[bigdamnprincipal]

It was the start of a new term, and there were some new people around, so it was time for a picnic! The sun was shining and the last bits of summer weather were still upon the island, so a few of the lawn's sprinklers insisted on doing their spraying duty no matter how much Zoe tried to turn them off. In less frustrating news, the food was ready, the nametags were out, and everything was set up for a lovely picnic day!

[Flying OCD-free, have at it!]

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[sharp_man]

Hannibal nodded. "It's not uncommon for a number of people to arrive here from the same universe. What was your fool's name? And would you like that food and drink, or perhaps a place to sit?"

[despisestheforce]

"Does the name matter?" Kreia asked. "Atton is unlikely to have accomplished much of anything here worth speaking of." She looked towards the food. "If I must continue to live, then I suppose sustenance is acceptable. For the time being."

She had hoped for a worthy death. Starving after being so cruelly robbed of her end was not one.

[sharp_man]

"It only matters in that I might know them," Hannibal said. "Which I do, or at least did. Atton Rand was here for many years, though no longer. I heard he had died, though you would have to ask someone else to be certain." He loved gossip, but he couldn't verify it.

Hannibal set the bag down on a nearby table. "Do you eat meat? And do you have a preference for drink?"

[despisestheforce]

"Died? Unlikely," Kreia said, as she followed him to the table. "The Force smiles on those such as him, and his future has always been shrouded from me accordingly."

She considered the table. "I do not care," she said. "The body requires sustenance. That is all."

[sharp_man]

Hannibal shook his head. "Just because it's a requirement doesn't mean it can't be enjoyable."

He poured her some tea and gave it a splash of milk and a little sugar, then set out some watercress and proscuitto finger sandwiches.

"You're from a more technologically advanced culture, then, but I believe the others from your galaxy have had few problems adjusting. You'll want to acquire a phone; the best way to do that is to inquire at the store with Summer. Phones are used as pocket computers more often than not, and many things on this planet rely on them."

[despisestheforce]

Kreia took her tea, but merely held it. Little else. "Perhaps, if it becomes useful," she spoke, though she sounded rather unconvinced of the idea. "I have no intention of staying here long."

[sharp_man]

"You have been assigned a class to teach," Hannibal informed her. "If nothing else, it is unlikely the island will let you go until the end of the term."

[despisestheforce]

That was the vague hint of an eyebrow being raised under the hood. "The island itself has a will?"

[sharp_man]

"We haven't entirely determined that, but it does seem to be at least semi-sentient," Hannibal answered. "Although I don't know of anyone who'd managed to speak with it."