fandomhigh | Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2011, Saturday Early Evening PART 2!

Once all the graduates had returned to their seats, with their diplomas, Zoe turned to address the audience.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present --- ee da tuo da bien!”

No one should translate that. Just know that it wasn’t Chinese for ‘funky looking red and green spacecraft twice the size of the school that just zoomed in to hover above the lawn.’

A beam of eerie green light shining down from it, straight onto the stage, and from that pool of light stepped... no, surged, a horde of men in hairy, horny helmets, waving battle axes and growling in ...something Nordic? Eric could tell you, if he could make it to the stage, but unfortunately ? Not so much.

Those other beams of light that shot from the ship took care of that issue. Both the audience bleachers and the area of the stage roped off for the faculty were enclosed by shimmering fields of energy that let air and light through, but were frustratingly solid to the touch.

Sadly for the graduates, there was no annoying force-field separating them from the hairy-hatted men -- who were headed straight for the Fandom High Class of 2011.

[Open for your umlaut-ridden pleasure! Audience | Grads: Fight! | Grads: Hide! | Aftermath | OOC]

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Marshall was the first to reach her. "Kate?" he asked, frowning, as he came closer. "Are you--" What was he supposed to ask when he'd just watched her hide from Vikings that had come from a space ship? "Are you okay?"

He guessed that was a good start.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine," Kate said, reaching out to pull him in for a hug, which may have meant she wasn't quite that fine, but anyway. "Just another day in Fandom."

Marshall let himself be drawn in, clumsily putting his own arms around his sister's thin frame. "Does that... happen a lot?"

"Usually it takes longer," Kate replied. "This was a graduation quick special. See why I didn't want Mom and Dad to come?"

"Kinda," Marshall said in the understatement of the year. "Really don't need Buck trying to kick down, um, force fields? When everything is already going crazy."

"Exactly," Kate replied, releasing him but putting her hands on his shoulders. "I'm glad you came, though. Sorry if it traumatized you or something."

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