fandomtownies | Graduation Brunch: The Park, Sunday, mid-morning to mid-afternoon

A banner, the letters wrapped with fresh spring flowers, hung from the trees, spelling out CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2009! No missing letters or anything.

Spread out across the park were plenty of tables and chairs, some under the shade of picnic shelters, some out on the grass in the sunshine. For those who felt like getting back to nature, there were even red and white checked blankets spread out in a few areas for old-fashioned picnic-y goodness. Lack of ants not guaranteed.

The long table that ran along next to the picnic shelters was laden with a vast ~~moddable~~ array of traditional brillig-y food, including fruit, veggie snacks, breakfast pastries, sandwiches for the especially hungry or those who arrived more toward the unch end of brunch, and a wide variety of J,GoB-catered desserts. Drinks included coffee, tea, juices and soft drinks, and while there were plates provided, there were also wee picnic-basket-shaped trays for carrying things back to your seat, wherever that might be.

A space had been cleared for dancing, if people cared to do more than just listen to the light music being played through the speakers, and there was also an area set aside for outdoor games of croquet, horseshoes, or frisbee.

Everybody's welcome. Come celebrate with the Class of '09!

[OOC: ~~Wait for the OCD. Don't make Eliza Doolittle have to cut a bitch.~~ OPEN! And no one had to get cut! It's a good day!]

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Bridge looked happy, and her human self was pleased. Her zerg self didn't particularly care. "Hello, Bridge."

River tilted her head.

"It's good to see you!" he says. "Haven't heard from you at all since the wedding."

"I went with Kerrigan," she said. "Busy. You look happy."

"Things are going well," Bridge says. "Well, more accurately, things on the war front aren't going *badly*, and things on the personal-life front are going well." He tilts his head at her. "And you did? How is she?" Kerrigan had been one of his favourite teachers, and River a good friend. He'd worried about them both, really, but that worry is somewhat lessened now that he knows they at least have each other.

"She is good. Things are going according to plan." His concern was sweet. "I am not alone."

"I'm glad," Bridge says with a nod. "I worry, sometimes," he says with a shrug, before realising she might well have picked up on that already. "Not that either of you aren't capable of taking care of yourselves, but. Well. It's always better with someone watching your back, you know? Teamwork." He's big on teamwork.

She agreed with him on that. With a small no, River said: "Teamwork. She leads and I follow, but it's a good dance."

"And the kind that lets you get away for a weekend to come visit friends," Bridge replies.

It wasn't a visit. She was gathering intelligence. "Speaking of words is important occasionally."

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