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Parents' Weekend Meet & Greet! Friday Afternoon at the Park [09/28].

As one might have suspected, the weather that afternoon was incredibly cooperative and pleasant, just the right balance of nearly everything. Funny how that always seemed to work out. And wasn't that fine weather just a perfect companion for all the decorations and tables set up around the park in anticipation of the weekend's guests, as well as for the impressive spread of food offered for those wanting a bit of a nibble.

There was, of course, glitter, but some might note that it was a bit more tastefully restrained this year.

A bit.

Stretched over the entrance to the park was a large, bold banner, leaving no question as to what all this marvelous preparation was for:

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2018!!

[[ Registration | Food and Drink | Mingle | Shadowy Corners | OOC ]]

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First things first! Be sure to sign in and snag the appropriate nametag before setting off to find your precious Fandomite friends!

Tseng sighed as he stepped up to the registration table, signed his name, and took... one of three nametags with his name on it. He frowned a little bit. That was a very specific misprint, wasn't it?

In any case, he shook it off and turned sharply to look around the picnic, frowning as he scanned the crowd for Rufus. His charge (sigh) hadn't done his radio broadcast this morning, which meant he could be anywhere.

So help him, if he'd come all the way to the island just to find out that Rufus was in a different reality right now, he'd be so very put out.

Tseng sighed as he stepped up to the registration table, signed his name directly under... yet another Tseng, apparently. And took one of the two remaining nametags with his name on it.

He squinted.

He shook his head. This damn island. The sooner he spent his time checking up on Iris (and Zack, though he'd never admit to it) and got to go back to work in Midgar, the better.

But first, breakfast, he supposed.

Tseng sighed as he stepped up to the registration table, looked at the names that had come before his, and... laughed, just a little. He took the last of the nametags with his name on it, smoothed it over his chest, and then, still smiling vaguely (if almost imperceptibly) to himself, made his way into the crowd.

He still hated this island. But it was good to see that Reno's chosen home at the moment was, at the very least, more baffling than his own.

Lieutenant-formerly-Captain Magna Tolvan was engaged in a battle of wills over the fact she wanted to register under her own name rather than under the utterly asinine one on the invitation that had found its way to her.

The individual behind the desk looked supremely unimpressed at her invoking the authority of the Empire and handed her a nametag that read 'Cute Imperial'.

Someone would pay for this.

A red robed, floating apparition sort of floated on through the area. Then stopped and went back to attempt a name tag. It stuck to it's skeletal fingers until the poor, poor being gave up.

Darth Vowrawn continued to be somewhat amused by this entire thing, and stepped up to sign his name - after seeing the others were in High Galactic, he perversely signed his in Sith - and pick up a...sticky thing. "Are you sure this won't leave residue all over my robes?"

He wasn't convinced, but he gamely put it on anyway.

Gabe showed up, signed his name, and got a name tag.

He briefly considered making one up for Ma just to scare the crap out of Miguel, but he wasn't sure how long he could pull that off for, so in the end, he didn't.

Ben couldn't help but goggle at the castle rising up in the near distance. "That's where Uma goes to school?" he asked.

The Fairy Godmother fussed over his nametag, writing His Majesty, King over where it otherwise said 'Ben' and then placed it carefully on his lapel. "I wonder who she had to brainwash to get in here," she sniffed, adding her own and then looking around for the criminal in question. "And put your crown back on, Ben. We're here to represent Auradon and to smooth over however many diplomatic incidents that she's caused while she's here."

To say Bobby had been lurking around the registration table in hopes of catching his older-self was...

Well, totally accurate, actually.

He was just considering taking a quick jaunt over to the food tables when he overheard someone mention the word 'Auradon', which... he knew that word.

These people must be from Uma's world, which was strange, because from what he gathered, there was no one except her crew that she'd actually welcome seeing.

And neither of these people looked much like pirates.

Naturally, there was only one thing to do. He walked quickly over to where the Fairy Godmother and Ben were standing, bumping shoulders with Ben as he did so.

"Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry," he said, sounding apologetic. "I guess I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Oh, hey, no problem," Ben said with an easy smile. "You okay?"

Even Uma would admit that Ben was nice and didn't bother insisting on formalities. The Fairy Godmother on the other hand...

"Ben! I mean, Your Majesty! You, young man, need to watch where you're going!"

"Sorry," Bobby repeated. And he didn't even have to fake sounding flustered, because this Ben guy was kind of cute after all. "I'm good!" he said brightly. "You guys looking for anyone? Maybe I can help?" Help misdirect, anyway.

He was pretty cute, with hazel eyes and blond waves. And a disturbing susceptibility to being love potion'd.

"Hey, it's okay, nobody's hurt," Ben soothed. "And, who knows, this might be a bit of luck! Cause, yeah, we're looking for someone, maybe you know her? Uma? Long teal braids, pretty, leather, kinda a whole nautical vibe?"

The Fairy Godmother wrinkled her nose. "Rude. Looks like she was dragged face down across the ocean floor? Possibly holding various people of authority hostage or brainwashing them?"

And if the Fairy Godmother had been content to let Ben do the talking, Bobby might have been tempted to actually offer accurate information. Because his description of Uma was- pretty positive?

"Uma?" he said, scratching his head. "I think I know who you're talking about, yeah. We have a couple classes together." Not exactly the truth, but not exactly a lie either.

Yeah and she was just gonna keep talking, too. "She actually goes to class?" Fairy Godmother sniffed. "Surprised to hear it."

"I told you, she's smart," Ben said. "Taught me a thing or two."

"When you were tied to the main mast in exchange for my wand, or later, when she slipped you a love potion?" Fairy Godmother turned and pinned Bobby with a sharp glare. "Where can we find her? We have some urgent business with her."

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Tsurumaru had... slipped away from Mitsutada after the class this morning and now was roaming free.

That would probably not end well.

He took his name tag and grinned. This was going to be fun.

It didn't take long for Lili to find her nametag.

"Look, Ari, you get one this year, too," she pointed out to her daughter. "I guess whoever arranges all this figured you'd be big enough to warrant one this time around."

She didn't know how they'd know that, given that Jaridians (and half-Jaridians, apparently) aged so differently than humans, but she also didn't know how it was possible that the two of them could even survive Earth's atmosphere for a weekend. But they had last year, and so there was no way she'd miss the chance to be back here again, even if it wasn't really home.

It took Miguel a sec to place the face, but when someone told you they should find Earth toxic, they stuck in your brain a bit longer.

"Hey, you're here with Liam, right?" He checked for the nametag. "Lili."

"You got it," Lili smiled. "Miguel, right? And you remember Ariel..."

Who'd looked very much like a precocious three-year-old last time they'd met. Now? Not so much.

"Hi," Ariel offered, although she was already glancing over at the food tables curiously.

"Hi," Miguel answered. "And yep, Miguel. You look older," he said to Ariel. "Weird timelines, crazy genetics, or my bad memory?"

"Your bad memory!" Ariel chirped, but couldn't quite keep her face straight enough for that to be convincing.

"Genetics," Lili confirmed. "Her father's species aged much faster than humans."

Miguel held his hand up for a high-five from Ariel. "Work on the grin, you'll get it." Because teaching kids to be smart-asses was important.

"Nice to see you both again," he said to Lili. "How's it been going?"

Ariel happily returned the high-five.

"Just business as usual, exploring the galaxy," Lili said. "The coffee maker you sent me back with last year has been a godsend, though."

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After parking her RV, Xylda made her way to the park, signed in, and dutifully stuck her nametag to her cardigan. She didn't expect to see Manny at this little shindig--she was going to have to track down his dorm room and drag him out of the glow of his computer screen, she just knew it--but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it.

Now. Who looked like a mark?

Dr. Bunsen Honeydew was under the impression he was here for a college fair rather than a family reunion, but since there was a nametag all ready for him, he stuck it onto his labcoat and started looking for candidates for his lab assistant.

Hopefully they would be fire resistant.

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