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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Juliano smiled a bit sadly. "I fear that his charm has blinded her to such concerns. They are young and in love and feel that, somehow, that must be enough."

"She is, in most other things, much more level-headed than this."

"She would not return with him, would she?" Ted returned the smile with equal regret. "I commend her loyalty to her home and family. In this, at least, she knows her duty. And I know the charm my son can bring to bear. Oh, how I do know." The tragedy of Juliet Capulet, the deaths that resulted from that foolish passion, still darkened his own dreams. "Can you not speak with her? I must curb my wilful son, bring him to the sense of that which awaits him, the future that rests upon his actions now."

"She may do many things, but forget her duty in this she will not."

"As for speaking to her... I am but an old family friend, but I have attempted nonetheless. She has never been a reasonable child. Not in matters of the heart, at least."

"I would not wish to suborn another's child, any more than mine should be stolen from me," Montague said, truth stark as winter ice. "Such could only lead to discord and regret. I shall speak with Romeo anon; his accomplishment in seeing through his education here, away from friends and foes, has given me hope that he might have the stomach to hold our family's legacy safe. His lady... ah." He swallowed a sip of his drink. "How she has forgiven him his rash, untidy recent wedding, I do not know. Perhaps he can be persuaded to release her to her life, for fear of breaking vows unspoken."

"I hope you are successful in your endeavors," Juliano bowed his head slightly. "If there is anything you feel I might do to assist you..."

"I am grateful for thy forebearance, and thy indulgence, Father. If aught dost occur to thee, any argument or plan, please send to me as swiftly as thou may." Ted sighed. "And I shall write thee, if I have any success, in heading off disaster on this horizon."

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