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

So, it wasn't Fall yet by a long shot. The temperatures were still high, the leaves were still green, and the calendar still said August. But the calendar of consumerism didn't care about reality and thus, the welcome picnic was decorated for fall. The tables were covered in reds, oranges, and yellows, there was apple cider in the punch bowls and, of course, if the food on the table could come in pumpkin spice form, it was here in pumpkin spice form.

Enjoy your basic seasonal welcome picnic, everyone!

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Billie was looking around for him, too! And being Billie, this involved reading the name, then turning around and yelling “Is there a Donald Blake here?” to the general crowd.

No one had ever accused her of being shy.

"That's 'Doctor,' Don said on reflex, and then winced as Thor chuckled at him. "Shut up," he muttered. Louder, he clarified, "Don Blake, over here!" Leaving the 'doctor' off this time, thank you very much.

Billie bounced over, a broad smile on her face. “Pleased to meet you, dude! I’m Wilhelmina ‘Billie’ S. Logan, at your service!”

Don...was going to need another sip of his coffee to deal with that much enthusiasm. Okay, he was fortified. "Good morning!" he greeted Billie. "First things first, did you know you were coming here this morning?"

“I sure did!” Billie said. “And I have read up on multiple universe theory in preparation for the shenanigans that must surely ensue from living in a nexus of worlds.”

She did not know about Anakin’s shenanigans. She just liked the word.

“I am most prepared.”

"Oh, no," Don told her. "Shenanigans won't be on again until next summer." A beat. "Well, formal shenanigans. The informal kind happen all the time." Thanks, Don, that totally made sense.

“Formal shenanigans?” Billie said. “Glad I packed my tux.”

It was a joke. Not that that was easy to tell with this one.

"You won't need it," Don told her. "Well, you might. Sometimes there are dances, or Tony remembers what a ballroom is for. But...well, you'll see what Dean Skywalker's up to when summer comes back around."

Assuming he does not merely continue the pastime into the school year. That wasn't funny, Thor. Why would you say that?

"So, you sound pretty prepared," Don observed. "Do you have any questions for me or anything?"

Billie tilted her head thoughtfully.

“Do you have a favorite band?”

Don was your basic Gen X white male who had also, in his formative years, been the Norse god of thunder. "I'm partial to Dave Matthews," he said in what was probably a blow to Billie's soul. "And Led Zeppelin." Particularly "Immigrant Song" for reasons that made a lot more sense now than the first time he'd heard it in a bar and gotten weirdly emotional.

“Those are . . . definitely bands.” Billie was going to ace Diplomacy. “Led Zeppelin does indeed wail.”

Literally!

"I'm afraid I'm not very musical," Don said with a shrug. Sorry, Billie. "Is that your area of interest?" he guessed.

“Absolutely. Music will save the world. Again.”

It definitely wouldn't be the craziest thing to save the world. "I love that kind of spirit," Don told her. "So, can you tell me a little bit more about where you're from, so I know what your kind of...baseline, I guess, is?"

“Because of the multiple universes,” Billie said, nodding. “I’m from Earth. Uh, 2020. Our reality just almost collapsed but be totally defeated that gnarly situation! Uh. Oh! No fairies or necromancers, as far as I know. And like I told Erasmus, I feel like we would have noticed when all of reality was encompassed in one freeway interchange.”

"One would think so, wouldn't they?" Don mused. "Well, it's 2025 here, so congratulations on your little time skip there. I don't think things have changed that much in the past five years," haaaaaaaa, "but I was dead for most of them so don't quote me on that."

“Oh yeah? Did you meet Death? Isn’t he rad?”

"I--didn't, but I'm given to understand she's female in my universe," Don told her.

“Huh!” Billie nodded with a private little smile. “Good for her!”

"I--guess so," Don said. "I never really thought about it."

“Why not? Thinking about gender can be most enlightening.”

"That's probably true," Don agreed. "I just never thought about Death's...oh, but you should know that apparently sometimes the island likes to play tricks with things like that. Changing people's sex or age for a few days. Sometimes people are animals. Once I was a duck. That talked."

“You’re right. I should know that. Thanks, Professor Blake!”

"Happy to help," Don said. "It's impossible to know what size you'll end up, of course, but it might not hurt to keep some, uh, smaller or larger clothes around, just in case."

Billie nodded seriously. “It would be most enlightening to learn what my voice sounds like when I’m different sizes, too.”

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