fandomhigh | Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2008, Saturday Afternoon (Part I)

The sun was shining over the front lawn of the school (except for the part of the bleachers covered by an awning, in case anyone with sun issues had shown up), and the temperature had thankfully turned out to be perfect for the occasion. There was a stage placed prominently on the lawn, set up with a podium and a number of heavy metal chairs for the administration and guests. In front of the stage were platforms with more of the metal chairs; they'd been painted blue and gold, and were sitting empty and waiting for the arrival of the class of 2008. There were bleachers on each side of the platforms, for students, family, friends, alumni, and residents of the town who wanted to come and watch.

Alas, it was time for another class to graduate.

[OOC: ~~If you ping in before the OCD is over, I will end you and all that you love. Ahem.~~ OCD is done, go and rock out! This post is for audience mingling and general graduation stuff. The requisite WTF-y part of graduation will be posted later. Like last year, it'll be kind of hard to miss the events of the second post, so you might want to hold off an any post-graduation posts for a while to avoid being Jossed.]

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Anemone grabbed a seat, and promptly started looking around. She still wasn't quite sure what a graduation was, but that was okay.

Gee, would that be a poking she would feel from behind? ~~not dirty!~~

Anemone grinned, but didn't turn around. "I can hear you, John. Or to be precise, I can hear the ~~modded, zomg~~ Sparky in your coat. Nice try, though."

"Hey, I'm hurt. I don't even get a hello hug? Sparky, hush."

The dingbot was frantically waving in a "HUUUG MEEEE" gesture. John had no idea where the 'bot learned such behavior. Really.

"Yes." Anemone turned around and climbed over her bleacher to tackle him. "Hi. Hi Sparky."

John really appreciates AnemoneTackles. And misses them a lot. "Missed you, dear. Sparky, too. He's been moping around all month. If you've never seen an emo dingbot? It's a sight. Damn near had to make him a weetiny hoodie."

"You might just have to make him an emo-cape, I don't think hoodies come that small." Anemone kissed him on the cheek and patted Sparky. "I'm sure you boys managed to keep yourselves entertained without me."

"I've been good," he said, looking all angelic. Sparky so did not facepalm. Mostly becuse he had no face, but still.

"If you want, you're welcome to spend some time at my place now that school is over. Have you back in time for summer whatever, scout's honor," he said, grinning at the kiss and giving her a squeeze.

"Maybe," she said, leaning against him. "I should talk to my senior friends, see when they're leaving. Hopefully they're going to stay for the summer. If they're leaving at the end of the week, though, you may have to wait and get me next weekend."

Squeeze. And squee. "I'll take you whenever," he said in his best, most smarmiest voice. "Standing invitation and all," he said, normally. "I've got half a mind to leave Virginia and all behind and just...retire... to the island. Or to my own country. Whaddya think, Connorland? Johnonia? Federated John of Connor?"

Sparky was all for the Dingbots Republic of Connorstan. He even had a flag.

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