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Parents' Weekend Meet & Greet, The Park, Friday Afternoon

The day had dawned crisp and clear, but by the time afternoon had rolled around... it was really still kind of ridiculously warm for fall. People could probably get away with not wearing a sweater, even.

Which made rather good weather for a picnic, convenient since that was the traditional way of kicking off the Fandom High Parents' (and assorted other relatives, friends, acquaintances, or sometimes even enemies, but that was harder to fit nicely on a banner) Weekend. So there were rows of picnic tables decked out in blue and yellow, laid out with just about any sort of foodstuff one could imagine. And just in case there was any lingering doubt as to the purpose of the picnic, a glittery banner (Petra's work, naturally) adorned the registration tables:

[ooc: ocd up! registration / security / food & drink / mingling / post two ]

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"I'm not lost," Reggie said, panicking defensively as she glanced up.

Wait. That wasn't going to help things. Also he didn't exactly look like he was going to kidnap her and sell her to some sexual predators over the Internet. He looked kind of hot, even if he was old.

"I mean ..."

Reggie shrugged, awkwardly. "Maybe a little," she admitted.

Seifer was more likely to kill the guys who would kidnap her, even if she wasn't who she was, not that he knew that yet.

"So, who are you looking for? And are they going to freak out when they see you, just so I can have the camera ready."

Okay, maybe he wasn't quite as reformed as he likes to think.

He wasn't a scary sex predator guy, and she really didn't have anywhere to spend tonight, and her plane tickets didn't leave until Sunday, so she was going to have to trust someone sooner or later.

So she reached into her backpack, fumbling with the clasps, and fished around through ... all of the food she had just stolen from the picnic buffet.

Look, she was resourceful, okay?

"I got a letter," she said, holding it out to him. "It didn't have a name on it or anything. It just said it was to me."

That much was true.

"But I ... I think it's from George," she said. Carefully. Because when people found out she thought she was getting letters from her dead sister, that was when she ended up in therapy.

Resourceful was good, and he didn't blame anyone for sneaking the food at the buffet, because that was good stuff there.

Seifer took the letter and read it over, before his brain screeched to a halt at the name she said.

"George? Um, got a last name for George?" Not that there was another George on the island, but he was pretty sure there had been mention of rules and being dead and stuff.

"Lass," Reggie said, watching him to see if he was hiding something. Was he going to steal her letter? He wasn't allowed. It was hers. "She's a girl. Most people named George are guys, so ... that should help ... narrow it down."

It was then that Reggie realized that everything was just ... hanging on this one moment, like her entire life or something. She had flown all this way and it was going to be for nothing and she was going to be grounded forever and have to sleep on the ground until she got home again and Mom was going to kill her.

"She's my sister," she blurted out.

"Oh, yeah. I know her." Was he even supposed to be telling Reggie this? It had to be okay if the island brought her here.

"She's my roommate." He paused and held out his hand. "I'm Seifer Almasy," he told her, his name soudning like cypher.

Reggie ...

Reggie had flown the whole way here, expecting to see George. She knew that. But she hadn't really believed it would happen. Because George was dead, and dead people didn't go to Maryland to have picnics and get hot roommates.

It hurt all funny, when she tried to breathe. She had to keep herself from hurling herself at this guy's legs and squeezing. It was bad enough that her eyes were all wet as she took his hand.

"Reggie," she said. "Can you -- can you take me to her?"

This was probably the part where he was going to drag her off and kidnap her, right? That was an entirely acceptable risk right now.

Seifer would have totally taken the hug, he was awesome like that with girls.

"Sure. We'll look around for her, and if nothing else, I'll park you on her side of the room with a bag of cookies and a bottle of soda."

She believed him. She was just bad with ... well, people. As a whole.

Because that wasn't a family trait or anything.

"You have cookies?" she asked. It was best to get these things confirmed. Her therapist had lied about having cookies.

It was a really bad idea to leave with him, but not if there was even a chance he was serious about George.

"Wait," she said. "Prove it."

She tried to look very stern. "Prove you're her roommate or ... or whatever."

Or that he knew her, or anything at all.

Seifer pulled out his handy smartphone and pulled up the school directory, which ~~handwavily~~ listed Seifer and George in the same room.

"There. And as for cookies, we'll grab a bag full from the picnic table."

Reggie would also have accepted "she's more mistrustful of people than you are," "she hates everything," or "she's dead, right?" but somehow seeing it in little letters on a screen ...

"Okay," she said, swallowing past another thick lump in her throat. "Y-yeah."

She hadn't said thank you or anything so she should do that. When she had words again. Probably.

For now she was going to put her letter back in her backpack and try not to freak out or something.

"Let's go (http://knight-fatali.livejournal.com/8963.html)."

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