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"Okay, so, for some of you guys, graduation's coming up," said Emmett. "Friends, family, people who didn't know you had a sudden epiphany about liking people shaped like you... or aliens or doing it while hanging upside down wrapped in clingfilm..."

In her seat at the head of the group, Gabrielle looked genuinely perplexed. It was a good look on her, actually, since she wore it often. "I can't believe the semester's come and gone already," she said almost wistfully. "So this is our last meeting for the school year, and in the spirit of the group -- which I'd like to think is also the spirit of Fandom in general -- we thought we should give some thought to how we can be there for people with a lot of people's families in attendance."

"A lot of us aren't graduating, some of us may be as out as you can possibly get without wearing a nametag that says Hi My Name Is Emmett And I Like--" Oh, that face, Gabs. That face! "...Richard, but some of us are, and some of us aren't, and even if you don't have any issues on that score, you probably know someone who will."

Emmett paused, then added, "The nametag thing is one possibility, by the way, but I wouldn't suggest it if you have relatives that are elderly or have heart conditions."

"Well, it's a step up from actually giving a demonstration, isn't it?" Gabrielle had figured Emmett out somewhat by now. Could you tell?

"...So I shouldn't tell you how my uncle Enos found out. Got it." Emmett mimed zipping his lips.

Yes, that would be Gabrielle facepalming. "Oh, I can guess. And I really wish I couldn't."

"Well, I'm not advising that coming-out method for everybody," Emmett said. "It wasn't exactly planned, as such. "

"And it might not be planned for some of us." . . . why she was including herself in that, Gabrielle had no clue. NO CLUE. "So a group with the word 'support' in its name should be prepared to offer that. Think of it as our chance to shine."

She was cheesy. But cute, okay?

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Coffee, doughnuts, and lemonade. Man, they'd so gone with the support group basics today.

"So okay - who wants help breaking news to their families? Who's done this thing before and has some advice to offer?" Emmett paused, then added, "Or maybe the last thing in the world you need right now is to deal with that, and you need some help making sure they don't find out. Not necessarily the healthiest option in the long run, but none of us can judge what's best for other people's lives."

Even if they all did, shh. It was called being a teenager.

When they ping in!

Who would know nothing about any metaphorical closets. Whatsoever.

Trees, plz stop having sex in my face. Zyrtec, plz start working.

Well, at least it wasn't the same kind of metaphorical closet as either of them were talking about?

Mitchell didn't mind mentioning he'd dabbled, after all.

Either way, closet doors or none, he was there.

Claudia was back, and a little disappointed she'd discovered the comedy stylings of Emmett and Gabrielle so late in the game. This could potentially be here entertainment for a whole week.

Yeah, yeah, so Emmett had probably been out to his family since he first reached out of his crib for the rattle with the glitterball for a head. Your point?

Karla was helping herself to lemonade. And doughnuts. Lots and lots of doughnuts. And suddenly wondering how she was going to broach the subject of dating anyone to Saetan and Morton.

Gabrielle wasn't spending too much of her energy in attempts to do damage to Emmett this week, lucky for Emmett. The question of 'where did the semester go?' had taken root in her head in a frighteningly poetic fashion and while she was here to talk to, she was highly distracted.

Never leave Gabrielle alone with a conceptual metaphor. It ends badly.

Sookie did not take as many doughnuts as she wanted at the sudden prospect of having to tell her grandmother or Jason that she was dating someone. Bobby might be a guy and might look like a normal, average human, but that might be enough to inspire the sort of keep-your-hands-off-my-sister talks she knew Jason had been itching to give ever since boys actually started looking at her. Thank God she wasn't graduating and no one was coming to the island to possibly offer to show anyone porn or something. It was bad enough that the alternate-Jason had done that once.

So yeah, her sympathies lay with people who needed to hide stuff from their parents. Poor things.

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Hayley wasn't sure she needed to tell anyone anything. After all, she was never going back to Gotham, unless someone dragged her kicking and screaming.

So instead, she settled on munching on a doughnut.

All-Sexuality Support Group: Thursday After Classes - A Classroom

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