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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"He was wearing some bracelet that bound him to Bro and he said he was learning magic and he needed me to save him." Toby could save Lee from hearing about the awesome sex they'd had.

"Okay, so he really said nothing helpful," Lee said and sighed.

"Not really," Toby sighed. "I don't even know if it was really him. I mean, there were signs but, I've had dreams just as vivid. Like the zombies!"

Right, Toby still thought the zombies were a dream. All Lee wanted to do was give Toby some ice cream and tuck him into bed.

"Try calling Adam," Lee said. "See what he says. Depending on what he says, we can go from there."

Toby nodded. "Lee? What happens if I get back there, and I never see you again?"

"That's not going to happen," Lee told him. "You're going to see me again."

"Is that a promise?" Toby asked. He was trying not to tear up here, okay?

Where trying equals failing.

"Toby, I promise you, you're going to see me again," Lee said, putting a hand on each of his friend's shoulders. "I promise."

Toby grinned and tried to hug him. "You're my best friend, Lee. I hope you're right about that, even if your dad isn't a hugger."

"I'm glad you hugged him anyway," Lee said, hugging Toby in return. "He needs them sometimes."

"He does! He seemed kinda cranky, Lee. You should work on that."

"That's just him," Lee said, snickering. "He won't change. I can't make him."

Toby sighed and pulled back. "At least he came for you, right?"

"Right," Lee agreed, nodding. "And it's been okay so far. We haven't started yelling at each other."

"Aww, that's so sweet!" Toby told him. "Is he okay with your plans?"

"I haven't told him," Lee said. "Today. So, we'll find out soon."

"Oh," Toby said meaningfully. "Hey, I've got your back, dude."

"Thanks." Toby's tears would completely throw his dad off. "I'm crossing my fingers that it goes okay."

"I will also cross my toes," Toby told him. "It'll be good. Just like how I'm going home."

"Don't dive into the ocean unless you absolutely know it'll work," Lee told him again.

"I promise! I'd better go try calling Adam. See you later?" Or not, depending on how the call went.

"Good luck," Lee said, giving Toby one last quick hug. "Come find me if you need me."

"I will. And call me if you need a shoulder after your dad," Toby told him. "I've got two."

"I will," Lee said, smiling. "Good luck."

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