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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//Well, hopefully it was a worthwhile distraction,// Jono replied, lifting his arms a little to make the wrapping job easier as he sent her a kiss back. //I kind of like that. Th'talking about the future, you know?//

It was a big change from back when he didn't dare think about tomorrow, because he had no idea if tomorrow would be something worth thinking about.

"As do I," Raven said. "It is not so frightening for me as it once was, and making plans now makes me happy."

She criss-crossed the wrappings over his shoulders as she reached the top of his chest; she'd seen him wearing nothing but enough times that she could guess the way to do it correctly.

//Me too,// Jono agreed, noting with some measure of approval that she was doing it the way that he usually went about the same. It was kind of flattering.

And weirdly intimate. Almost more than a lot of the rather more typically intimate things they'd done, in a weird sort of way.

//... Having a reason to make plans, too. That's... That's nice.//

She paused behind him, slipping her arms around his wrapped chest and pressing against his back. "There will be many plans," she promised. "And many reasons for them."

Whatever the future held.

//I like that.//

He leaned back a little, lifting his hands to clasp hers, closing his eyes. The fire from his face still left strange red shadows through his eyelids, but the warmth of her chest against his back, of her hands in his, let him forget about that much all the same.

//I'm looking forward to making them, luv.//

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