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Farewell Function, Along Apocalypse Ave By The Causeway, Sunday Afternoon

It was almost time for Fandom's guests to leave. To honour them one last time, the Mayor's office had arranged for a wonderful spread of food, set up along Apocalypse Ave on the way to the causeway. Opposite these tables were a few more with a, ah, tasteful number of Fandom tourist merchandise, for the shot glass-and-calendar-loving connoisseurs among their visitors.

And at the very far end stood a single table, holding nothing but a large collection of water balloons and water pistols. It came with no instructions.

Some of them looked like there was paint in them.

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Hang out by the causeway with your food, or stroll along Apocalypse Ave talking to people.

Alara was still trying to process that her sister had ~~handwavy~~ been on a date with her Battle Tactics teacher while she had been at Fandom.

She was fine about it really and not at all insecure about her sister as she ate her food and looked out at the causeway.

Peruse the various ~~moddable~~ food stands along Apocalypse Ave. Some of Fandom's many restaurants have thoughtfully supplied items.

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Thor was absolutely stopping at every single one of the food stands, challenging whoever was closest to a contest, and then eating whatever was available.

At least he also tipped heavily?

Stark had had a rough night. Stark looked like he'd had a rough night. That was what happened when you snapped and decided to try hitting someone who was making you angry but who clearly outmatched you.

Maybe some food would help. He was starting at the bakery stand. Of course.

Chiana was nearby, looking around, and not-so-subtly keeping an eye out in case the hitting started again. She'd been inclined to smack her friend before but never like that.

"Get me some chocolate," Chiana said. She might bring some back to the others or she might eat it all before she arrived back on Moya. It could go either way.

The radio this morning had mentioned something about Stark and getting in to a fight, so naturally Liam made a beeline for him as soon as he spotted him at the farewell function, Street in tow.

(Who was, for the record, dressed in what passed for practically sedate colors for her, with a comic-book-panel printed top and faded blue jeans that were more holes than jeans.)

“Stark,” he greeted. “Hey.”

What, Stark wasn't allowed to get in bar fights that ended up in ponds sometimes? He was totally fine! Aside from the bruises and such and feeling a bit like he'd been hit by something much bigger than Spike.

"Hello, Liam," he said with a hesitant smile. Street he didn't know, but she was clearly there with Liam, so she got a small nod of acknowledgement.

He was totally allowed! It just meant he’d have concerned friends checking in on him afterwards, that was all.

Hence the once-over he was currently being subjected to, before Liam remembered he ought to introduce Street.

“This is Street,” he told Stark ~~and Chiana, presumably~~. “A friend from home.”

Street gave Stark a wide grin and a cheerful wave. “Hi! I’ve heard about you!”

He was still walking around, Liam! He'd just been very soundly thumped. Maybe he was moving a little slowly. And maybe Chiana was eyeing everyone a little suspiciously.

"Hello, Street." Stark gave another little nod.

"This is Chiana," Stark continued. "From Moya."

"Hi!" Chiana, having decided nobody was going to start brawling (no matter how much fun that might be for her), took a few steps closer. "Stark, you got cute friends!"

"Dang right I'm cute," Street said smugly. Whether or not Liam was cute she'd leave up for other people to decide. "You're not so bad yourself, you know."

They were both cute! This whole island was full of attractive people!

"I can do better than not so bad!" Chiana threw her arms wide. "No wonder you haven't come back yet," she said, grinning over at Stark. "Maybe I'll stay." She wouldn't.

"He might need someone to keep an eye on him," she said, turning back to Street and Liam. "Keep him out of trouble."

"You've never kept anyone out of trouble in your life," Stark protested, very mildly.

No offense, Chiana, but Liam got the distinct impression that you not only didn't keep people out of trouble, you were likely prone to get them in trouble.

"Fortunately there's not too much trouble to get in to around here." A beat. "Usually."

Chiana attracted trouble. To be fair, so did everyone on else who had ever lived on Moya. Chiana did have a certain talent for it though.

"Stark got in a barfight," she gleefully informed Liam. "Never been more proud of him."

He'd helped end a war not all that long ago from her perspective. This was far more entertaining.

Stark just sighed, which only made Chiana's grin wider.

"You telling me it's usually quieter around here?"

She knew it was from what Stark had already said. But it was fun to try and get reactions from him.

"The most excitement I usually get is a lady who keeps bees getting upset about 'bad vibes' hurting said bees."

Did Chiana even know what bees were?

Street certainly did, judging from the face she made. Boooooring.

"Is she right?"

Chiana did know about bees. She might never have seen any but she was familiar with the concept.

"I like that it's quiet most of the time," Stark pointed out.

"Yeah, but I came to see you because I was bored," Chiana countered. "Good thing you were entertaining last night."

Who doesn't want a gremlin-themed shot glass? A keychain with a Teal Deer on it? Or perhaps more appropriately, a ceramic bottle shaped like the school full of hard liquor?

Tahani was all but dragging Kamilah to the causeway as quickly as could be considered polite. "There, you can go now," she said, pointing. "That way. Off you pop."

Kamilah had stopped to sign merchandise. Of course she had. Tiny in particular was being quite the fanboy.

Had Michelle been waiting on the causeway since last night in the deranged hope of getting one of their mobile phones so that she and Robbie Williams could be together forever?

Of course not, that would be insane.

Except for how she'd done it. In her defense, sort of, she'd also been drunk since Saturday night.

"GIVE ME THE MOBILE!" she yelled, popping out from behind the table.

"What is wrong with you?" Clare shrieked from down the block. She hadn't slept all night since Michelle had given her the slip at the bar.

"So many things," Tahani said, glaring at Clare and Michelle.

"I'm really terribly sorry about all of this," Clare said, dragging Michelle away.

... and there's that table. With the water pistols. And the water balloons.

Some of them are filled with paint. Some of them aren't.

Go on. 'Entertain' your guests.

"Oh HO!" Thor boomed gleefully, grabbing water balloons and throwing them at Steve. "Team building!"

And that was why Steve had come to see him off while wearing a shield. Because it was Thor.

"Shouldn't have taught you about that," he yelled, diving out of the way.

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"Come out, Rogers," Thor boomed. "Face your destruction with courage!"

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"I'm not licked yet," Steve said, climbing up a building to shoot at Thor from the rooftop.

Sure, Sidon didn't have any guests this weekend, and he only had two students, only one of which did have a visitor, and he'd already met with her, but if there was a water (and paint!) fight somewhere and he was able to participate, you'd better believe he was going to try and be there!

"Have at you!" he declared, hoisting a balloon in his hand, and...

Promptly popping it with his claws, covering his hand in bright orange paint.

"I see a new strategy may be at hand!" he declared, because, sure, he was a giant target that was fairly easy to hit, but he was also a big giant target that was fairly east to hit now armed with water pistols and a determination to try his best.

Of course the Rangers were getting quite into a water/paint fight.

Goose waa gleefully throwing extra balloons aimed at Doc.

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