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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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Urk. Oh God. What if Mrs. Priestly met Daxter? What if he hit on her?!

To squish that thought, Dinah blurted, "Yes. Um, lots of kids from Japan, and Tony's from Canada, and a couple from China--" Or close enough. "And some English students, and a few from places I'd never even heard of!"

Maybe she'd think Eastern European communist block, or Pacific islanders, and not outer space? "I'm just from New Jersey, though. New Gotham. Uh. Tiny place."

"Well, Santa Cruz isn't exactly the center of hustle and bustle either," Mrs. Priestly said cheerfully, squeezing Priestly's arm. "Now don't be shy, dear, tell me what else you've been getting up to. Any sports?"

It suddenly seemed to Priestly as though he was staring over a precipice. He could stay balanced on the top, continuing to lie to his mom, or he could just say "fuck it" and jump off.

"Yeah, Mom. Actually, I'm a cheerleader."

Metaphorical precipices were way easier to jump off than actual roofs.

Holy crap. Why didn't Dinah bring popcorn? With an internal Go, Priestly! she sat back on her heels to watch, as Helena grinned beside her.

Mrs. Priestly stood stock still for a moment, smile frozen in place. Then it melted into something real. "Oh Boaz." She jostled his shoulder with her own. "Seriously, now, football? Baseball, perhaps?"

"Cheerleading," Priestly said again, then pumped his fist in the air. "Go gremlins. Oh, and I'm working at the diner. It's run by a woman who I've never told my first name and may have hired me based on how well I paint my nails."

"He makes a really good turkey sub," Dinah felt like she had to say. "And he had a very cool girlfriend 'til she had to go home to Connecticut a couple weeks ago. And he's awesome as a cheerleader, and a friend, and we have a lot of fun here as well as learning stuff." She gave Mrs. Priestly a pleading look.

"And my roommate's a girl," Priestly continued. He appreciated Dinah's effort, but his goal here was now shocking his mother, not placating her. "You'd like her. Her name's Naomi and she's from outer space. Claudia was an artist. She once wore a rain barrel all day. Nothing else, just the barrel. I provide sandwiches for the school's army because a witch asked me to."

Mrs. Priestly was determined not to yell at her son in front of his friends, but he was really pushing it.

"Boaz Jachin Priestly," she said, very softly. "That's enough."

"He's not lying," Dinah had to say. "And he's been... worried about what you'd think. You know?" She reached over to put an arm around Priestly, giving him a worried look, willing to back him whatever he said next.

"Young lady," Mrs. Priestly said, still speaking quietly, the sort of tone that was likely to terrify a kid who already knew he was in trouble. "I appreciate that you want to support your friend, but this is a family matter."

"Mom," Priestly protested. "Mom, come on. It's not the end of the world!"

Dinah bit her lip, looking to Helena for her idea of what to do next. Helena was looking exactly as she had when Dinah's mom had shown up and started demanding things: defiant and unruly. And glaring at Mrs. Priestly. But at least she wasn't saying anything.

"I..." She looked over at Priestly. "Do you want me to go? I'll stay. Your call." She wasn't sure if that would make his mom more or less mad. But it was up to him.

Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap. He was supposed to be the moral support, here, dammit, not the one hiding from the overbearing parent. Priestly looked between his mom and Dinah and her ~~totally hot, especially when glaring~~ sister. He had no idea.

Mrs. Priestly could see that her son didn't want his friends to leave, but that he also didn't want them to have to watch him have it out with his mom.

Well, she could understand that. She was young once, too, you know.

She nodded and patted his arm. "I ambushed you, I'm sorry. I'll go. But we are going to have a talk this weekend, Boaz. A very serious talk."

Eeeeeeek. Dinah was now Very Worried. Maybe they'd have to rescue Priestly later. Maybe even from Santa Cruz. "It was..." Um. "Glad to have met you, Mrs. Priestly," she offered, then looked back over at Priestly. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay."

Mrs. Priestly offered Dinah a real smile. "And you. I have heard a fair amount about you. Hopefully it was even mostly true." She shook her head. "You seem like a very good friend. Perhaps we'll talk again this weekend."

She leaned in to kiss her son on the cheek before turning to head off. She had a hotel room to locate, after all.

Priestly held still until his mom was out of sight, then let out a huge breath.

"Oh god." He clapped a hand over his mouth. He had to start watching his language again, too, fuck. "Oh man, she's gonna kill me."

Dinah hugged Priestly in a way that was not at all clutching him to her. Right. "Noooo! No metaphorical killing! Or literal taking away. Nooo!"

"Hey. That was brave." Helena gave Priestly a light punch on the bicep. Well, light for her. "Seriously. Telling her everything was the only thing you could do."

Okay, hot lady superhero thinking he was brave totally made him feel a little better.

Even if she did kind of knock him off balance a bit.

"Thanks." He swallowed. "I'm totally gonna end up home schooled."

"We'll come rescue you," Dinah promised. "I swear! I can hide you in my room. Or someone else's." She loosened her grip a little, and then sent Helena a pleading look. "Right?"

"If you need it, we'll help." Helena shot Dinah a cool it look. "But I think you gotta talk this one out first."

Priestly heaved a sigh and nodded. "Yeah. Dude, that's gonna suck." Oh, look, another word he'd get yelled at for using. "I'm gonna demand booze when all this is over. Lots and lots of booze." He glanced at Helena, then leaned towards Dinah. "Uh, your sister doesn't get uptight about underage drinking, right?"

"Not as long as she's not the one serving, we don't puke on her, and we don't drive." Dinah grinned. "Barbara's the one that gets uptight about that. Bartenders are smarter about that stuff."

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