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Parents' Weekend Meet & Greet, Town Park [Friday Afternoon]

Barney was smart and had purposefully blocked all outgoing mail from Fandom to his New York City (sorry, no luck for you, Robin) and so could blissfully oversee the gathering of guests, students, teachers, and townies happening in the park. The day was bright and sunny, regardless of what any weather reports might claim.

The Student Council had done a nice job getting things together to greet the visitors. A wide variety of sumptuous food was spread out on long tables at one end of the park. In the center were plenty of comfortable blue and gold tables and chairs perfect for sitting, chatting, and eating. To the other end of he park was the registration table where visitors could sign in and pickup their name tags.

Just above the registration area was a gaudy banner announcing the start of a calm and relaxing weekend. Okay, a weekend where Barney got a lot of popcorn to listen to radio.
Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2009!

[ OOC: DONE! Registration | Security | Food & Drink | Mingling | OOC ]

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Egwene wasn't about to try to force her way through the crowds here and craning her neck to look for Mat lacked dignity.

She found herself a cup of tea and a seat and watched the gathering, trying for a measure of Aes Sedai - or at least Aiel - serenity.

The attempt was broken every so often as she fiddled with her seven-striped stole.

Mat was at the gathering for the free food, and tried very hard not to goggle when he recognized the slight figure with the bloody striped stole.

"Egwene?" he gaped. "Burn me, how under the Light did you bloody get here? Did Elayne get you lost, too? Someone should kick her."

"No, Mat," Egwene said calmly, lifting her tea cup for another sip. "Elayne Sedai didn't get me lost. Someone needed to come find you. However did you manage to end up here?"

Okay, she was checking on him, and she was sure he'd been making trouble, but Light, it was good to see someone from the Two Rivers. She couldn't help grinning up at him for a moment.

"How did I manage?" Mat sputtered. "Elayne bloody Daughter-Heir," if Egwene wanted the woman to have a bloody title, there, have a bloody title, "did something wrong and I ended up in the middle of the bloody forest and not in flaming Ebou Dar like I was supposed to be."

"Right," Egwene said, standing up and crossing her arms. "Elayne's gateway is just fine. And you made your opinion of going to Ebou Dar clear. So what'd you do to it to end up here instead?"

"Do I look like the Dragon flaming Reborn?" Mat hissed. "He's taller, redder hair, you used to snuggle with him?" He clutched at the medallion around his neck. "I don't want anything at all to do with the bloody Power, remember?"

Egwene glared at him then her gaze transferred to the medallion. "Of course you don't! That's why you have that medallion there to screw up Elayne's weaves." She held out her hand peremptorily. "It's obviously dangerous. You're just lucky she was able to redo the gate and find you here."

Mat's grip on the medallion turned his knuckles white. "You're a goat-brained ninny if you think I'm handing this over to you."

Very polite, Mat.

"It has to do with the One Power," Egwene snapped back. "It belongs to the White Tower."

"It came from bloody Rhuidean," Mat retorted. "It has nothing to do with you."

That stopped her for a second but she didn't pull her hand back. "You brought that out of Rhuidean?"

Hadn't he learned from that stupid dagger?

"What did the Aiel say?" And WHY hadn't she heard about it?

Shirty Mat was shirty. "It didn't come from Rhuidean, exactly. It came from--it doesn't matter where it came from! It's mine, won fairly, and you can't bloody have it."

Oh please. "You're holding onto to something you won in a dice game," Egwene said disdainfully. "How do you even know it's not dangerous, you sheepbrained idiot? What if Elayne and Aviendha hadn't been able to trace you?"

She should have listened to Nynaeve and smacked him the moment she saw him.

And those snakey folks bloody cheated. "You try to take it from me and Amyrlin or no, I will thump your bottom," he vowed.

"Try it, Matrim Cauthon," Egwene snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.

...she couldn't channel at him, but - she embraced the One Power quickly and used Air to wield a stick and try to thump him first.

"You started it," Mat said. Maturely.

"You're in the middle of some school doing Light knows what and probably terrorising defenceless girls who don't know any better and I started it?"

The maturity level was high here. Possibly Egwene should have braids twined with red ribbons right about now.

Mat turned a very becoming shade of crimson. "Oh, bloody--I have not missed this. Is Elayne bloody Daughter-Heir ready to go to Caemlyn yet?"

Egwene rolled her eyes, and her stole needed straightening after the arm-crossing. "Are you still on about that? Elayne's Aes Sedai. Which means she'll go to Caemlyn when I say and when she says. Not when Rand or you decide the time seems right."

"Then I'm bloody staying here," Mat declared, "because I am not going back to tell Rand flaming Dragon Reborn that I can't do what he asked me. I like being alive."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Then I'm keeping your army. It'll come in handy."

"You already have your own bloody army!" Mat yelped.

"Well, you're not using them here, and I certainly can't let them carouse all over the countryside," Egwene said, nose in the air. "They'll be put to good work. We'll see how well you trained them."

"You aren't using the Band to declare war on the Tower, Egewene al'Vere," Mat said, voice icy.

Technically it wouldn't be the Band that declared war, no. But war was where it was headed.

"You're staying here," she pointed out.

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