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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"Whiny!" Triela objected, breaking out of the little game.

Amber shrugged. "Hey, I'm just sayin'."

"I am not whiny!" But she was mostly amused by the suggestion.

"You're not?" Amber teased. "Are you suuuuure?"

"I'm pretty sure someone would have told me. Like, maybe my roommate."

"Hm, you're probably right. Roommates are good for that kind of stuff. Being truthful and all that. Like I would totally tell you if you had something stuck in your teeth. 'Cause I'm nice like that."

"The nicest."

Triela wasn't kidding anymore.

She laughed and went in to hug Triela once more. A quick hug.

"I wish I could take you with me when I leave."

"But what would I do?" Triela asked, half-teasing.

"Whatever I want you to do," she said, snickering.

Triela paused, frozen for a moment. But Amber hadn't meant to sound like Jean. It'd been innocent.

She forced a laugh, shaking her head. "I don't know if you're leadership material."

Amber noticed, she also thought her laugh a bit forced.

"I'm not, trust me. And Triela... I was kidding, you know that right? I'm so not the bossy sort."

"I know," Triela shook her head. This time her smile was genuine. "Just caught me off guard."

"I'm sorry," Amber replied, meaning it.

"Forget it," Triela said. "I know you didn't mean anything." She smiled. "You wouldn't."

"Good. So does this mean I can short-sheet your bed again?" she asked, grinning wide.

"Only if you're willing to spend the rest of your life checking your shampoo for dye."

She laughed. "I'm calling a truce!" Yes, she was aware that Triela never pranked her. "Deal?"

"I'll think about it," Triela teased.

"Don't think too hard, you might hurt something," she said.

"Oh, yeah, that's a good way to get a truce," Triela laughed.

"See? You are so agreeable!" she laughed.

"You're impossible."

"Good. At least I know you won't forget me," she said with a wink.

"Never."

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