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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"I look forward to the critique later," Tahiri replied, reaching out to pull him into a hug. "For the moment I'd just like to bask in the sense of accomplishment, though."

"You did astral," Ben assured her, hugging her tightly.

"We have to set the bar high for your class next year," Tahiri answered, and hugged him a little more tightly in return; that just made the whole thing seem even more final, and despite what she'd told Alex earlier she really might cry if she thought about it too long.

"We've got time," Ben murmured to her, but he wasn't exactly letting go either.

"Plenty of it," answered Tahiri, still hanging on. "I fully expect you to show me up when it's your turn, you know."

"Oh, naturally," Ben replied. "Though I'm not sure Vikings will be easy to top."

"Careful, Ben. That sounds like a challenge to Fandom, I bet," Tahiri teased.

"I'm not afraid of the island," he said airily.

"I'm going to tell someone that just for you, next year's ceremony has to involve gremlin bites," Tahiri retorted, because he'd been asking for an answer like that.

"I'm sure that Principal Winchester would be grateful for your input," Ben said, leaning in for a kiss.

As if Tahiri would turn him down for one. "The question, more importantly, is would you?"

"Mmm, not really if it means I'm leading the audience in folk songs," Ben said.

"Now I'm going to demand a choral rendition of 'Dance, Dance, Little Ewok,'" Tahiri informed him.

"You are going to be awfully disappointed," Ben murmured.

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