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

[prof_of_cunning]

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]

Comments

Re: FIGHT!

[she-sheds.livejournal.com]

Joolushko really did not want the angry hairy man getting any closer to her. He was frightening and rather smelly. So now seemed like a very good time to actually start running. Keep screaming, perhaps a little more quietly due to the running, but definitely start running in the opposite direction.

Re: FIGHT!

[fh-vikings.livejournal.com]

Erik's brains were starting to feel like they had been boiled and slathered in honey. But they were still operating, at least enough to make the simple calculation of 'Running = Getting Closer To The Screaming'.

But did the screaming weigh up against Viking honour in the face of a good fight, the glory that winning this fig--

Oh please. She was a girl.

Erik began to slow down. Actually, Erik stopped abruptly, clutching his head for entirely different reasons. Headache! "Gerðu hljóð hætta!"

[[ Make the sound stop! ]]

Re: FIGHT!

[she-sheds.livejournal.com]

Joolushko glanced back briefly, saw the angry hairy man had stopped, and decided to keep running in hopes of finding something nice and large to hide behind. That extremely convenient space behind the stage did look rather promising.

The screaming, naturally, was going to continue until she got there. Then she'd stop so as not to cause any collateral damage. Hopefully she hadn't caused any already.