Graduation Weekend Brunch | Early Afternoon | Sunday | May 2

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With the ceremony completed and the graduated officially done with their high school careers, a brunch had been planned to celebrate the occasion and allow graduates, their guests, and the other inhabitants of the island to enjoy some good food and good conversation outside. The weather was warm and the sky was clear.

Fraser had been busy helping set up since the early morning hours. Apparently, Dean Stinson had gone a little overboard with some of the food, particularly the cake. The huge sheet cake arrived via truck and, where Fraser thought he'd be able to carry it, ended up having to use a forklift to get it to the park. From there, it took several people to lift the cake onto a table of its own. It was that big. Fraser hoped everyone enjoyed and hoped everyone was prepared to take a lot of cake home.

There were also several other tables of food and drinks, ready to be enjoyed. There were tables and chairs situated around the park, covered by tents to keep it from becoming too warm.

And there was cake. Please don't forget the cake.

[Mingling | Food | Tables and Chairs | Edges of the Park | OOC | OCD is up! Post is open to EVERYONE! Have fun!]

Pizza Planet [Sunday evening]

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Triela wasn't at all sure what to feel about this little meeting (which wasn't a date). Given graduation and schedules and similar things, she wouldn't be surprised if this was the last conversation she really had with Leto.

Given how he tended to get her back up, and how flustered he often made her, that should have been a good thing, but she felt conflicted about it. Not that she was letting that show, she hoped. As she stood outside waiting for him to arrive, she ruthlessly suppressed the urge to tap her foot impatiently. Because that wouldn't do at all.

[Expecting the one.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Sunday [5/2]

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With graduation over and the island still in one piece, Mary figured she could relax a little bit. Sure, she had a hotel full of guests, but she figured that the potential for disaster was minimal at this point.

She had maps of the island available at the front desk, in case anyone wanted to explore the island, and would be happy to give suggestions to visitors.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Bacon-wrapped Chicken with Blue Cheese and Pecans

Wellspring Arms [all day]

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In honor of graduation weekend, Biff had put up a big sign in the window:

SPECIAL DEALS AT WELLSPRING ARMS
THIS WEEKEND ONLY
YOU STILL CAN'T BUY ANYTHING
HAHAHAHAHAHA

Biff was very helpful, yes.

He was behind the counter with a bacon sandwich, ready to be as helpful as he ever was.

A warehouse in Van Nuys, CA to the streets of Fandom, Sunday afternoon

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( This ain't no disco )

His back struck brick and Castiel blinked. The area was familiar, though it was clearly not Van Nuys. Nor was it where he usually went when banished.

His knees folded and he dropped to the pavement.

He could figure out details later. For now, he was content just to flop to the ground and breathe, for a minute.

[ooc: expecting one. The Cass is back in town! Booyah!]

Caritas | Sunday

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Graduation was a fun time for everyone with all the guests, cake, and hugging happening around the island.

Well, everyone but Tino. He never seemed to get to leave.

Sad.

But there was a party at Caritas tonight and Clark decided he could go the extra mile to make the lounge look a little festive. Blue and gold paper streamers and balloons awaited any graduates, birthday boys, and friends who might stop in for a drink. Or a balloon animal - if he could figure out how to make something not a snake.

Sunday Late Evening - Galactica Point

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It had cooled off a little - a very little - from the day, and with the graduation festivities out of the way and tours of the island done, Lissa had admitted to wanting to hang out on the beach a little on her last day.

Rose wasn't sure about the whole beach at night thing, but it wasn't like the darkness was a problem, and it'd be fun to just hang out and talk with her friend and anyone else who wandered by. Probably not skinny dip though. The whole guardian thing plus the water being freezing made that a little difficult.

So after the daily visit to the feeder off-island and taking care of a few other things, Rose and Lissa (and the accompanying men in black) made their waydown to the beach. Rose built a bonfire, kinda surprised that those tips she'd picked up at the winter survival workshop a few months back actually worked so well, and both girls found spots on a blanket to listen to the waves. And talk. And roast marshmallows and eat the lunch they'd picked up. And talk. There was no danger of a shortage of talking.

[Yep, totally open. Just like the sky. And the water. And - no, that's just mean.]

The Park, Sunday Early Morning

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There was no better time or place to oversee the work being done to set up for the graduation brunch than early in the morning with the dog, out in the park. The first men and women were up and about their roles.

Cable paid them a moment's worth of attention, then proceeded on his way.

Tether had calmed down over the years, and so Cable could devote most of his attention to Jan. Who hadn't. Calmed over the years, that is.

In fact, she was trying to get a look at just about everything. Ever.

[[ open ]]

The Park [sunset]

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When this wore off, Anakin was going to wonder if the gremlins listened to radio and set out to target his family this weekend.

But until then, Captain Von Trapp was going to be strumming his invisible guitar and singing:

Small and white, clean and bright, you look happy to greet me...

Shame Anakin couldn't sing. At all.

"Come, family, join in!" he commanded.

Imperial Junke Yard, Sunday

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The first thing Marcus did when he arrived was check if he'd caught any of the furry vermin infesting the junkyard. He soon discovered that the rat-catching devices weren't empty. The rat-catching devices were, in fact, gone.

Scowling, he shook his head, made a note to buy poison, and headed for the shed.

A U-shaped metal pipe* tumbled down off the roof and clonked him on the head with an audible thunk.

"What the--?" Rubbing his head, he looked up in time to see a ropey tail disappearing out of sight. The distant squeaks sounded distinctly amused.

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*IT'S A TRAP!