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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"Sorry to hear that I'm going to miss it," Nathan said, by way of introducing the topic he'd come over to talk to her about.

"Miss it?" Turtle blinked. She was a smart girl; she could definitely keep up with that.

"This was your last semester?"

As if she hadn't already had enough tough good-byes...

"I'm leaving today," Nathan said. "I'm running for Congress. I'll be spending from now until November focusing on my campaign."

"You couldn't have even waited until I could vote, could you?"

Nathan laughed. Yeah, that was why he liked Turtle. "Sorry. Duty calls. But if you're ever interested in an internship in politics, let me know. I'd love to have you on the team."

Turtle smiled a little, because it really could be true that, when one door closed, another opened, and she nodded. "Got a card?"

Nathan gave her a look as though to ask if she'd met him before. He produced a card, as well as a button that said Vote Petrelli on it.

"Here," he said. "Just in case."

"Thanks," Turtle looked it over with a small smile before pocketing it. "If anything, I'll definitely try to keep in touch, Mr. Petrelli. Good luck!"

"Thanks, Turtle," Nathan said. "You too."

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

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