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

[bigdamnprincipal]

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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Re: Mingle Time

[stringstothesoul]

Huh, did Arden have some kind of association with the fae, with that kind of specific phrasing? She seemed human at first glance, but who knew? You know what? Not Erasmus's business if she wasn't being open about anything like that.

"Thank you," Erasmus said as he took the cup. "It's been hours since I saw sweet tea. I couldn't find any at the airport!" He didn't comment on her offer to shake. People kept doing that. It was weird.

He took a life-restoring sip of tea. "That's the good stuff," he said approvingly, and then answered Arden's question. "I'm from southern Mississippi. Pascagoula," he added for precision's sake. "The Triangle, is that what the rest of us call like Raleigh-Durham?"

Obviously Arden's dad would have made the sweet tea. He might have been an elf, but he was a Southern elf.

Re: Mingle Time

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Elves were matriarchal anyway. Goddamn right he'd make the sweet tea.

"Exactly!" Arden said. "I mean, y'all call it wrong, but at least you know what I was talking about. Nobody else here had any clue. Or even Raleigh. I just started sticking with North Carolina and calling it good. Though, it is sorta unfair to call folks out for that when, like, half the school is from other times or places that aren't Earth." She glanced at him. "Have you gotten the low down on the school and how most people are...different?"

Re: Mingle Time

[stringstothesoul]

"Uh, sort of?" Erasmus said. "One of the girls at the bus meet-up filled me in. The other girl had less of a clue than I did. All I knew was it was a school my Momma thought might actually let me in. I didn't know about the whole...multiverse whatever nexus thing."

He was beginning to have a dawning suspicion one of his parents had, though, and it wasn't Lydia Boone.