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

[bigdamnprincipal]

Maybe it was climate change, maybe someone had wished a little too hard for warm weather, but it was very toasty this morning. Luckily, the moddable food and drinks had already been prepared for a summer theme with icy beverages, fruit plates, and loads of ice cream among the mix, and pop-up tents around the school lawn were providing some shade. At least you didn't have to ring in the summer term in the rain?

[Happy summer term, everyone! Going OCD-free because I don't trust the gateways to stay good.]

Comments

[fears_no_one]

Flint laughed. "Have you done this before?" he teased.

[thatsmysword]

"Not recently," Henry offered. "But I didn't have any coin on me for the first bit of it. So I made sure I got extra helpings where I could."

[fears_no_one]

"I think they anticipate that," Flint said. "There's always plenty."

[thatsmysword]

"Aye, that was the odd thing when I first came here," Henry agreed. "Someone rich must be showing off."

[fears_no_one]

Flint chuckled dryly. "In my experience, it takes a very particular form of rich person to give a single shit about anyone below their station."

[thatsmysword]

"It's more about giving a shit about their reputation, isn't it?" Henry asked. "That's what my father always said, at any rate."

Though not about Sir Radzig, for very odd reasons Henry would not discover for some time yet.

[fears_no_one]

"I'm a few hundred years ahead," Flint said. "They've mostly stopped caring about that."

[thatsmysword]

"So what kind of rich people do you reckon are behind all this?" Henry asked, waving at the buffet.

[fears_no_one]

"I think the sort who are conducting secret experiments on us," Flint said, nodding.

Flint had been reading far too much science fiction.

[thatsmysword]

"What?"

Henry didn't know what science fiction was.

[fears_no_one]

Flint nodded. "There's a new genre of books called science fiction," he explained, "but it seems very plausible--" especially to a guy still flummoxed by indoor plumbing and electricity, "--where the rich use those less fortunate as test subjects to see how it would affect us before trying it out on themselves. The food will keep us content and lull us into a false sense of security."

Sure, Flint.