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Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2011, Saturday Early Evening - Part One!

The ceremony was once again held at sunset for the benefit of the graduates’ less diurnal guests, but the lawn was well-lit with twinkling blue and gold lights draped across bleachers, stage, surrounding trees and specially-assembled trellises, giving the overall effect of a peaceful fairy grove. (Not, say, Las Vegas. Tasteful twinkling lights.)

The staff having taken note of every previous graduation including the most recent, the lights had been purchased from Acme Decorations Studio with a money-back No Coming To Life And Terrorizing Your Party Guests Guarantee... and there was a rather large cache of weapons stashed in a trunk behind the podium. The chance that it would rain toys that could later be used for self-defense was slightly less than the chance that there would be a need for self-defense.

No one could say Fandom High wasn’t a learning experience.

[Open and welcome Class of 2011! Welcome | The Procession | Speeches | Diplomas | OOC]

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"Sucks, doesn't it?" Rinoa said, greeting her friend with a sympathetic look. "Can't we just kidnap them all or something?"

Rather than answering, Karla just turned over and gave Rinoa a one-armed hug. The other hug was busy tugging the back of her skirt down. "I'm pretty sure that together, we totally could," she said. "I bet Squall could make it a tactically-feasible plan, and I know Bobby and Raven would be on board."

"Let's," Rinoa said, returning the hug. "We could keep them up on the sixth floor. Squall has a single, he could keep a few people in his room."

Never mind that she sort of liked that Squall had a single, for time like immediately after dances when they needed a little ... well. Privacy.

Karla understood; she really appreciated Warren's single, even though they were still keeping to the Pants Rule. "I bet we could set up something nice in Raven's netherverse?" she suggested. "Like a nice little apartment they could share?"

How they'd run water and electricity through there was anybody's guess, but, look, maybe they should have thought about that before they graduated.

"That might be ... kind of weird," Rinoa admitted. "I mean, not for Jono, but anybody else, I mean, how do you even get mail delivered there? And would Bobby have to visit Sookie there, and, uh, what if they needed ... time alone?"

Having sex in someone else's netherverse really seemed like it'd be a threesome.

Raven was experienced at those!

Karla was so not going to say that comment aloud!

"Okay, that's probably true," she admitted. "But the squirrels would probably notice if we were keeping all our friends locked in Squall's room or on the sixth floor."

Stupid squirrels.

"What about the hotel?" she asked. "I have money. Maybe there's a floor of the hotel that's squirrel-proof."

She could buy bribes in rum.

"I'm pretty sure if we took up a collection, we could pay for the rooms and the squirrel-bribery," Karla said. "Indefinitely."

Excellent! They had a plan! Or, at least, the end of one.

"How to get them up there is the next question."

"Kidnapping," Rinoa said. "This is where we call in Squall's military expertise. I'm sure he can work up a plan."

"Bobby, Warren, and Raven, too," Karla said, nodding. "I bet Bobby has some useful experiences we can call on."

"Right," Rinoa said. "There we go. Bobby can freeze everyone, Raven can teleport them once they're frozen, and Warren can stand around looking hot without his shirt on."

She blushed. "... Sorry. But, uh, he does."

She knew Warren was Karla's boyfriend and all, and she was more than happy with her own hot-without-his-shirt boyfriend, but, you know. She had eyes.

Karla was waaaaaay too busy nodding and looking a little dreamy-eyed to protest Rinoa's, well, complete and utter adherence to the truth.

"I know," she said, smiling a little. "I think my biggest regret if I do end up taking him home to Glacia with me is that it's usually to cold for him to wander around that way. On the other hand, maybe it's providential, because then I'll be able to get some actual work done."

Instead of just giving up and pouncing on the poor boy all. The. Time. Speaking of, where was he? Maybe she could--dammit! Ceremony!

"Wait, what were we talking about again?"

"How hot your boyfriend is," she grinned. "Which can be a distracting topic, I know."

Trust her. She'd been there.

"But so nicely so," Karla said with a sigh. "Though, if you want, we could always discuss the hotness of your boyfriend for a change of pace."

Rinoa had a warm smile of her own for that.

"Sometimes I just want to nibble on his shoulders," she admitted.

"I don't notice his shoulders much because of the jacket?" Karla offered, "but I would like to shake the hand of whomever designed those pants. Do you have to be a cadet or whatever to buy a few pairs? Because I'd really be okay if they ended up in Warren's closet."

It would be like a gift for both of them!

"Oh, that's not his uniform," she said with a delicious sigh. "The uniform is what he wears at dances, most of the time? The leather pants are ... just ... all him."

And he wore them so well, dammit. It was soft, worn-in leather, and it sculpted so nicely along his butt.

"Warren keeps promising me that he'll end up in leather pants," Karla said, echoing Rinoa's sigh. "But he hasn't yet. Maybe I should protest. Or just make pointed comments about how good Squall looks in them."

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