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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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"Uh huh." He picked at something on the table. "There's a nice university up there. I can get on the pre-law track if I'm lucky."

"Pre-law, pre-med," Adah said, allowing a faint grin toward him. "Aren't we an ambitious lot?"

"Mmm." He shrugged. "There's nothing for me back home. It's doing what my father wants, not what I want. So, you're wrong there. There's opportunities here."

"They don't have law schools on Caprica?"

"They do but I'm never going to escape my last name if I stay there," he said. "My grandfather was an attorney on Caprica. My father's a high ranking military official. I'd like to do this on my own in a place where no one knows me."

"That's a much better answer than just insisting there aren't any opportunities there," Adah said, although she knew a good deal of why she was feeling much better about this was simply that Maine wasn't Georgia. No matter how much she would try to convince herself that she wasn't stupid enough to think that he'd ever do it, this firmly canceled out that he was doing it for her.

"You ever been to Maine?" he asked, half smiling.

Adah shook her head. "Have you?"

"No," he said and laughed. "Would you wanna come visit me sometime? I think the dorm rules would be a little less restrictive than yours."

Adah made a small, distasteful sound, rolling her eyes. "I'm getting an apartment next semester," she informed him. "But, yes, I should hope for. Unfortunately, I still have a few more years of the civil rights movement to get through."

"That mean I can come visit?" he asked hopefully.

Adah nodded. "It does. It's all actually for convenience; actually, it'd probably a be a lot easier for you to visit than vice versa. Now that this," she gave a general nod to denote the graduation festivities, "is over, I'll be talking to the neurologist about that experiment. You're going to school in this time? At least your dorm should be up to handicap access codes, then."

"This time, yeah," he said, turning to face her now. "You're gonna do that immobile for a year thing?"

Adah nodded a little, eying him, as if searching his face for signs indicating a problem with a girlfriend even more disabled than she already was. "If this works, if his theory's actually right, then a year of immobility in exchange for the rest of my life in complete normal mobility seems a good exchange."

"And if he knows what he's doing, you'll be fine," Lee said, nodding. "Anything I can do to help?"

"You know," Adah mused, with a light grin, "if there are stairs involved, I might even have to let you carry me."

She did make sure to say it in a way that implied that it would have to be a hell of a lot of stairs.

"Aww, I'll be all chivalrous for you!" he teased. "And this guy, this brain guy, you trust him? Should I trust him?"

"I trust his experiment," Adah said, after a moment, figuring that to be the most truthful answer. "Even if I have my doubts that it could work. I don't think it could hurt. What I tried with my arm today is far more dangerous than this. The worse thing that could happen with this is that I waste an entire year behaving like a powerless idiot and embarrassing myself."

He nodded thoughtfully. "I'll do whatever you need me to do. I trust you and if you trust this, then I'm good. I'll do whatever you need."

"I hopefully won't need much at all," Adah said, "but thanks."

"No problem." He thought of something else that he figured he should tell her. "Hey, wanna know the surprise I got earlier today?"

Adah tilted her head thoughtfully at him. "Depends on whether it's a good surprise or a bad one. If it's an undetermined good or bad surprise, then, yes, I'd still like to hear it."

"Surprising surprise," he said and picked up the packages (http://on-her-korhal.livejournal.com/35866.html) he'd gotten earlier. "I don't know if I told you how the lieutenant left, did I? It happened right around the time my brother died. Anyway. River gave me this today."

Adah quirked an eyebrow. "No, you never did mention it. But it wasn't as if I exactly asked, either."

"She called me a disappointment," he said and smiled. "And left on that note. Later, Dean Jones told me that wasn't really her but, you know, that sticks with a guy."

He shook his head.

"She had River deliver a message to me today. It's there if you wanna listen."

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