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Homecoming Weekend Brunch, Sunday Morning in the Park

There hadn't been too much trouble arranging the brunch in the park. Jennifer had enlisted the help of various people, and even got people like that scary teacher Mr. Dukes to help pitch in.

There was a harvest theme in the tent, with the tablecloths and napkins all in reds, yellows and oranges. There were centerpieces on the tables of cornucopias with edible fruits! There was also, of course, every kind of brunch food imaginable set up at the buffet table. There were even some food items there that didn't even qualify as brunch. And for some reason, there were biscuits baked in the shape of fish.

Jennifer found them oddly tasty.

[ooc: ~~OCD first, or Jen will Hulk out and rip you apart like Vision.~~ OCD Up! Also, post and OCD shamelessly lifted/altered from

yourwhiteknight's PW brunch last year. Post going up now in case I accidentally sleep in. A second post'll go up if needed.]

[Mingling | Buffet | Tables and Chairs | Park Areas Away from the Brunch | OOC]

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"There are some things we just don't talk about, and hearing my swords coach sing is one of them," Dinah said in a devout voice. "And yeah! We went to a resort in the mountains, last week? For term break. And it was so ordinary. I mean, fun, they had mountain-biking, but I kept waiting for something to happen, and then just stopping and going 'hunh' when it didn't." She grinned at him, and asked, "Do you miss it? Or, you know. Is normal life... good, after all this?"

"You know," Anders said after a moment, "I live with two witches, a demon, and a vampire." Oh, Anders, don't go there.

"Dealing with evil stuff is part of everyday life so I don't know how normal my life really is, but compared to this place . . . sometimes I really wish I could blow off my classes and tell 'em I missed it because I got turned into a parakeet and people would buy it."

"Vampire?" Dinah might have squeaked on that. Then giggling only a little too hard at the parakeet joke. "Yeah, I don't think my sisters will buy that excuse, once I go home...."

"Luckily, everyone I live with graduated from here, so as long as I'm home it just might fly," Anders said conspiratorially. "Won't fly with my communications prof, sadly."

"Awwwww," Dinah said, stomping down on the impulse to blush, or think about anything else like that. Two and two made four, though, she she said, "A vampire graduated from here? Really?" Remember Henry. And Karla's Uncle Saetan...

"Yep. First senior class, after I was here," Anders told her. "What, is that a surprise after all the other kinds of people you have to meet around this place? I hear it's crazy with Jedi now, for one."

"Yeah, I know three Jedi pretty well. One's a good friend. And I think there's a couple more," Dinah said, thinking as she babbled. "And one or two other people are here. And I've met vampires before! Just... not as students." In close quarters. "I guess, if you wanted to be one here, it'd be kind of hard. To get by. Hunh."

"Mmm," Anders said noncommittally; it was hard not to remember everything that had happened with Angel that first year, even for someone as generally oblivious as he'd been back then. "The rate this school goes, I wouldn't be surprised if a Cylon went to school here eventually."

Oh, irony. Oh, extra crunchy chocolate-dipped irony.

"What's a Cylon?" Dinah asked, happily seizing the distraction from her own thoughts, still churning underneath with she-wasn't-sure-what.

"Machine race," Anders said with a brief look of discomfort. "My people built them --" oh Anders, you have no idea -- "to help out with all the rough labor in the Colonies forever ago, and eventually they evolved, got intelligent, revolted. Took off for frak knows where now, but not before a big nasty war. You'd know 'em if you saw 'em. Giant, shiny metal things. Don't look a damn thing close to human."

Seriously? Irony was the secret ingredient on tonight's Iron Chef. Possibly to be thrown into the ice cream machine next.

Iron ice cream!

"Wow. Yeah, I could see that," Dinah said, thinking of Triela and Jaime and a few other people who were already enhanced and kind of cybernetic. "Although what someone like that would want with high school..."

Layers of thick delicious irony.

"Beats the frak outta me," Anders said, not really paying it a second's thought further. "Still, you never know. Kinda hope that never happens though."

Irony wrapped in puff-paste, served with a raspberry-sauce drizzle and a sprig of mint, even.

Nummy!

It sounded like that would kinda freak Anders as much as a vampire in her classes would for Dinah. "Not really likely, sounds like." Dinah grinned at him, and popped a grape in her mouth.

The main thing she'd wanted to know had been: was he okay? And yeah. It looked like he was, really. Not doing something stupid, or crazy, or death-wishy. Okay, living with a demon and a witch and a vampire, but... hey. Safe. And happy. And... sane. "Lots of witches. Telepaths. Jedi. Magicians. People with super-powers. A talking frog. A lion-guy. Worf. Who's-- Worf. Illyria. Who's got great hair. But no Cylons."

"Same old Fandom," he said affectionately, and no, there was nothing worrisome in the expression on his face as he cast a glance around the park. "Gods. I hate feeling like one of the old guys, but I feel like I don't recognize anyone in the student body any more."

Dinah grinned and finally said, "Awwwwwwwww. Poor Old Anders."

"Hey," he said, scowling playfully. "Watch it there, whippersnapper!"

Dinah dissolved into giggles, and hugged this memory to herself as a companion to the others.

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