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Parents' Weekend Brunch, Sunday Morning to Afternoon, The Park

The sky was clear and the temperature was nice, and the park was once again filled with tables and, hopefully, parents. After all, there was so much brunch food waiting for them, it would be a shame to let it go to waste. There was also a table exclusively for mimosas. Thanks, Frank. Also on that table were cards reading "If You Want Anything Harder Than Mimosas, Talk To Frank Doyle." It was probably a joke or something. Don't worry about it, just sit back, sip your mimosas, and do what the big glittery banner said:

HEY PARENTS: HAVE SOME FOOD!

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See those people over there? Talk to them! Don't be shy!

Another day, another outfit Roscoe had chosen specifically to irritate and confuse his mother. (It was a little shapeless on top, but whatever.)

He grabbed a mimosa for himself and one for his mom and stood off to the side with her, chatting half-heartedly about which of the students he knew and liked while Monica judged them.

"Is that a cartoon pig?" Monica interrupted Roscoe, touching his shoulder as she cut off what he was saying.

"Yeah, I don't know who that is," Roscoe admitted, eyeing the pig. "I told you, people are really weird here. It's probably just a... cosplay thing."

Uh-huh.

"Huh," said Monica, studying the very pig-shaped person(???) for another moment before she let Roscoe go back to his story.

Monica spent most of her morning talking to Roscoe, but after a while, she drifted away from him to check her email and could be overheard cursing loudly at her phone.

She did not try to lower her volume because there were kids around and her language was extremely colorful. Sorry.

Yzma made her presence known through stragetic use of smoke bombs as she arrived.

"Kuzco!" she called. "You have to acknowledge my presence."

"Do I have to?" Kuzco muttered. "You're a little...much."

That was the pot calling the kettle overdramatic.

"...I didn't know your grandma would be visiting," Rhys said, blissfully unaware of his own 'guest'.

"She's not my grandmother!" Kuzco yelped. "She's Yzma, the court advisor."

Who was now leering, just a little, at Rhys. "Hello, young man."

"Hiiiii?" he said, making it into a question as he looked to Kuzco for assistance on this. He would, undoubtedly, be disappointed.

"Don't look at me," Kuzco said. "I've never understood her taste in men."

Damn it, Kuzco.

"Because she has taste?" Rhys, no. WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?

"I do indeed," Yzma purred.

Ew.

Rhys put his hand to his mouth and retched a little. "Oh god, why is this happening?"

YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF, RHYS.

"Because you're a terrible person," Kuzco told him.

"I hate you," Rhys replied, attempting to use Kuzco as a human shield.

"I hate you so much more," Kuzco told him.

Mira was going to go ahead and find a spot near the entrance to people watch in peace. It had been a while since the last time she was in Fandom. It was nice to get back every now and then and see how little things changed, while listening to the island.

There's so much food over here, you guys. Plenty of it is brunch staples, but a lot of it isn't. And guess what: it's moddable, BY YOU.

There's also, as previously mentioned, mimosas. Alcohol for brunch! What will they think of next? Alcohol for breakfast? We can only hope.

The sight of a cartoon pig wearing a superhero costume was probably weird enough. The sight of a cartoon pig wearing a superhero costume and loading a plate full of eggs and breakfast meats? That was a terrifying amount of bacon on a plate for a human, and this was a pig.

A hungry, hungry pig.

Spider-Ham loved buffets.

Was Todd very late for the weekend in "Detroit"? Had he arrived on Friday and gotten lost? Had he even remembered that he was coming at all? All of these were questions, and some of them were even questions he could answer!

In the meantime, he was here, he had two bagels and zero plates to put them on, and he was ready to enjoy a nice day. Unless it turned out to be a bad day, with confusing ups and downs and an unfortunately bleak, but not jaded resolution. Sometimes those days happened and bagels were a good cure for them.

Hello, food! And booze.

Yeah, there was no way in hell Dante wasn't showing up for a Frank-run buffet. Especially since his weekend was working out pretty well.

He snagged two mimosas and then went hunting for food.

Khadgar had been avoiding most of the Parents' Weekend things, since it was kind of hard to watch everyone with their families, but he really couldn't turn down free food this morning.

He'd also grabbed one mimosa, just to try it. Just one was wasn't that bad, surely.

What are you going to do, eat your food standing up like some kind of animal? There are tables and chairs RIGHT HERE. Use them! And they still work even if you're not eating.

Deadpool, his two bottle of champagne, and his plate of food were at a table. And far from the cartoon pig.

"I swear to god, if Howard the Duck shows up, I'm out."

"Heyyyy," Weasel drawled. He sat down next to Wade without bothering to give much more warning than that. "So how about those mimosas?"

"Awww, you showed up after all!" Wade said, holding up his bottle of champagne. He didn't need orange juice or a glass, thank you.

"I got distracted," Weasel said. "This place is crawling with free food, and I didn't want to risk walking in on you with your mask off and ruining it."

This all came out perfectly friendly and conversational, obviously.

"So what's up? They're actually letting you near high school?"

"Oh ho ho, go fuck yourself," Wade said cheerfully. "And I know. Apparently they hired me before. And I had a kid."

What was up with that shit?

"You with a kid?"

Weasel's expression was the definition of eesh.

"Does Vanessa know about it? Did you knock her up?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't me me. It was proto-me."

Which made sense to him.

"Proto-you, huh?" Weasel said. "Wade, how much cocaine have you been doing? Can I have some?"

Illyana hadn't seen much of the town, and didn't really need to, but she knew the people should be interesting. She found a space to sit alone and do some people watching, and- wait, was that a pig dressed up as Spider-Man?

"Mimosas," Weasel sighed. "This place is fancy."

Had he actually bothered to track down Wade yet? Did it matter, considering he'd spent the weekend eating free food?

"NO," Duncan said, reaching across the table to take Ada's mimosa away from her. "Absolutely not."

Ada swatted at his hands, defending her breakfast. "Fuck off, Duncan, 'm allowed one mimosa as a treat f'r puttin' up with your mothering."

"Both of you stop." Was it too early for Whiskey? Chester was starting to think it wasn't too early for whiskey. "Duncan, let Ada have her drink. Ada, stop needling Duncan on purpose."

There wasn't any beer at the buffet, but somehow Logan got his hands on a can. He was poking around at that and some sausage for breakfast while trying his best not to smell everyone too closely.

"Oh my god, you're so tiny!" He was used to the tall Aussie version, okay?

"I didn't realize there was a version of you here, Wilson," Logan grumbled. And then drank. He definitely needed that beer now. "Now I know why I don't visit Kitty more."

"Yeah, I'm from the movies," he replied smugly. "Which, I guess are because of your musical singin' ass. You're like the Robert Downey Jr. of the Fox movies. Moderately less cocaine, I assume."

"At least one thing's consistent. You don't make much sense in any dimension," Logan sighed. With a growl. Every sound he made was at least a little growly, really.

"Oh my god and you growl too! Do it again, I want it to be my ring tone," Deadpool said, digging out his phone.

There weren't any shadowy corners to stick to here, but there were mimosas. Which was something Fury was going to treat himself to.

After all, he only did one double-take over the pig.

This whole post is giving me a strange sense of deja vu.

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