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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Jeff doodled onto a note... thing. "We won't have mobiles for a bit yet," he informed Sokka, "I'm sure it'll work out."

Really, he just wanted to feel like someone wasn't leaving him for once. Even if it was Sokka. They shared a bond, you know. Of breasts.

Breasts were good. "I'm sure EVERYTHING will work out," Sokka told him. "Especially Turtle."

Jeff ripped up another piece of paper and jotted down Steve's number back home. "And that's mine," he said, shoving it over.

No, he still hadn't told Steve he was moving in with him yet.

"I don't know," he said, philosophically, "Maybe I should go and be a monk."

Sokka sat for a moment and entered it into his phone. "You don't want to do that," he told Jeff. "They make you shave your head and wear orange."

Well, it was Jeff. It's not as if ACTUAL logic would help.

"We'd all have shaved heads and orange, though," Jeff mused, "It wouldn't be so bad. I mean, no one else would talk to someone wearing orange with a shaved head, so we'd be stuck with each other, wouldn't we?"

"...But you wouldn't be HAPPY," Sokka tried again. "You have to find the things that make you happy and SEIZE them."

He blinked for a moment.

"...Uh, except for breasts. Those you need to ask permission, first."

"I seized things that made me happy," Jeff moped. He'd recover his spine one day. "But they sort of got all covered up in ocean."

Yeah, he was going to be depressing company at least until he went out drinking with Steve tonight.

"Ocean, and apparently, stores," Sokka added. He wasn't really sure what Jeff meant, there, but that wasn't unusual. "Keep it together, buddy. You'll be okay."

Now he was going to have to find Turtle and HURT HER.

"Nothing's going to be okay," Jeff told the table (because it was the only thing in range of his mouth, at this point, "She's leaving."

That was really contributing to the conversation there, Jeff.

Sokka reached out a hand to pat Jeff's shoulder awkwardly. "Just hang in there, okay?"

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