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: Meet Your Mentor/Mentee

[atreideslioness]

"Not always," Ghanima replied dryly. "The fundamental rules of necromancy that you have internalized do not apply across all realities, and do not apply here."

Her face turned serious. "Personally, I have survived one zombie invasion during my tenure; one that decimated a good portion of the student population. While we were able to reverse it and return the affected people to their living state, it was horrific."

"Infinite realities, with infinite variations on what is possible, all meet here. You'll have days where you wake up a child, or another gender, or discover that your potential future children have come to visit. There are times when all the water in the pipes has turned into hot coco, or the weather will rain feathers." The smile returned to Ghanima's face, and she dropped a kiss on Trebor's head. "Anything and everything is possible on Fandom Island, and that makes it worth it."

Re: Meet Your Mentor/Mentee

[stringstothesoul]

That was a lot of magic.

"I'm gonna need more charms," Erasmus concluded.

Re: Meet Your Mentor/Mentee

[atreideslioness]

"We have a few magic stores in town, if you need supplies," Ghanima offered. "The Infinite Consortium -- owned by Mistress Vess -- and The Magic Box."

"It's my understanding the school librarian is also a sorcerer, if there's something in particular you're looking for." She shifted Trebor to her other hip. "The library may also be a good place to start to learn more about the school."

"Ah, and the island has a radio station." Her eyes searched the trees. "You will laugh, but the reporters are actual squirrels and you'll hear all about everyone's business if you tune in to the broadcasts."

Re: Meet Your Mentor/Mentee

[stringstothesoul]

"Oh, I--I won't be needing any of those, but thank you." He would be having a Conversation with his father after this picnic concluded, was what he would be doing, which would result in Nikodemus overnighting him a fresh hoard of charms.

"Okay, but what's the deal with the squirrels? Why do they report the news?" There had to be a reason. "Are they enchanted in some way?"

Re: Meet Your Mentor/Mentee

[atreideslioness]

"They're not enchanted that I am aware of, but I am from a reality where we have no magic," Ghanima admitted. "They're simply ridiculously smart, and very nosy."

"The island itself also shows some mild signs of awareness or sentience, and I am unclear if that is magic or evolution."

Re: Meet Your Mentor/Mentee

[stringstothesoul]

"The island...itself," Erasmus repeated. "Wow. Okay. Um. I don't think islands can evolve. They're sort of...geological?"

If this island was made out of something other than rock Erasmus was leaving right now.

Re: Meet Your Mentor/Mentee

[atreideslioness]

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Erasmus Boone, are dreamt of in your philosophy," Ghanima quoted. "I've been told rather reliably that there is a universe out there that is nothing but shrimp. The concept of silicon-based life is not half as outlandish, if you think about it."

Re: Meet Your Mentor/Mentee

[stringstothesoul]

"If you say so," Erasmus said, still somewhat dubious.

New plan. He was gonna call his Momma and tell her that his Pops had withheld some key information about this school, and then let her yell at Nikodemus. Yes. That would work better.

Re: Meet Your Mentor/Mentee

[atreideslioness]

Ah, the dubiousness of a new arrival!

"And if I said that both Trebor and I are aliens from the future?" Ghanima asked gently. "Earth is a distant memory where we are from, a planet whose name was long-forgotten as we fought for our lives and spread out among the stars."

"If I have one piece of advice for you to enjoy your time here, Mr. Boone, it is to embrace the unknown and unexpected. Don't try to hold too hard on to the way things 'are' or 'should be.'"