[ Cisco Ramon loves himself a picnic, and this whole event is having the unintended effect of making him feel rather nostalgic. Last year, this picnic had taken place the day that he showed up on this moon, swept away from Central City, from S.T.A.R. Labs and the life he'd known. He'd been disoriented and apprehensive, that first time. Penniless, friendless, and feeling like there was nowhere in the multiverse he could possibly belong.

Things are different, now, and he intends to celebrate that to the fullest.

He spends entirely too long preparing, and shows up to the park with nine (9) picnic blankets that he arranges into a massive patchwork party-picnic blanket. He also brought baskets full of snacks he'd made to share with his friends - Earth recipes, none of them particularly gourmet, but all finger-foods and all very tasty. He also goes and buys a ton of candy and fruit and sweets from the street markets, until he's got quite the spread going. If he sees any friends passing by, he will wave them over enthusiastically, saying: ]

Hey! C'mon, come join me! It's my mooniversary!

[ He's lived in this place long enough to know that there's a high probability that some of these flowers are going to have effects he doesn't enjoy, and likely he'll regret this at least once or twice. But that doesn't stop him from being curious, and in the end, he decides to just go for it. Carpe diem, right? So he will walk up to friends - or non-shady looking strangers - and offer: ]

Wanna give it a shot?

Come do the procession, they said! It'll be so peaceful, they said!

[ Cisco is currently hanging very precariously onto a tree branch, having scrambled up along with another member of the crowd when, out of freaking nowhere, a crocodile had come up out of the water and started attacking people. It hadn't gotten scared off by the screaming, either. It's still roaming the area just under the tree, big and powerful and scaly. The branch is hanging far lower than Cisco's comfortable with, and there's a faint note of panic in his voice. ]

Is it rabid? Can crocs even get rabies?! Where the hell's the Guard, anyway?

[ Just then, there's a rather ominous creaking sound coming from the branch beneath him, and it sways, dipping down a little as it starts to crack. Cisco shoots a frightened look at the person clinging to the branch with him, and asks: ]

What's the plan if it breaks?