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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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React to the force field surrounding the bleachers. React to the maurauding hordes! Watch your children and siblings fight! Shout things in Swedish! Facepalm a lot!

Seriously, Vikings from space. Or at least that’s where they seemed to have come from most recently, because, you know. Big honking spaceship over your heads. The dudes themselves, though, were wearing decidedly low-tech furs, cloaks, and hats, and that battle gear they were swinging didn’t come with safety catches or charging ports, just big, shiny blades.

Big, shiny blades headed right for the grads.

Zoe might not be able to move past the glowing force field that separated the administrators from the students, but she could still shout orders like a pro. She hadn't even bothered to hope that graduation would go off without a hitch - statistically speaking, it was a ridiculous thought - so she was glad they'd prepared for defensive action, even if she hated what she was about to do.

"Everyone!" she yelled to the graduates. "There are weapons in the trunk behind the podium! Take whatever you need and know how to use!" Sure, some of the students who had been here for a while had probably come prepared, but there might have been a few graduates who'd shown up blissfully unaware. Maybe they'd hide, and she wouldn't have to worry about them, but Zoe knew better than to hope for that too.

"Don't kill these...people if you can avoid it," she added quickly, since behind the hair and the horny helmets, they did appear to be people. Zoe had reached the point of acceptance when it came to students defending themselves, but she still had some lines she didn't want to be crossed. "But do what you have to to get safe!"

Really, anyone who messed with her students deserved to get a good beating.

That weapons cabinet wasn’t locked, and the selection ranged from blunt and sharp objects of the bashy and stabby kind, to handheld energy guns of the yes, there’s a stun setting kind. There was also a crapload of rope; you never knew when you might need to lasso a chimera or two.

[Grads who are capable of it/wish to, ping in with your reactions and weapon-grabbing, and your personal Viking will be with you shortly! It’s your call on whether your character is fighting to kill or not, but they are human, with a bit of a language barrier, so keep your own preferences in mind for how much casualty-angst you want your kid to deal with. Knocking them out or tying them up is totally an option.]

There’s no shame in not being able to fight, or in knowing you’d do more harm than good in the middle of a melee. For those who wished to hang back, there seemed to be a bit of space to hunker down behind the giant gremlin banner at the back of the stage. There might even have been a few discarded graduation caps and other small projectiles nearby that could be thrown from behind the flimsy cover.

We kind of had a big pile of sore, bleeding, tied-up, passed-out, and otherwise incapacitated hairy dudes in the middle of the stage, that’s what we kind of.

We also kind of had a high, staticky whine coming from the spacecraft overhead. A long, green tentacle poked out from one of the pulsating red windowy things. It slithered down to the bound-up Vikings and … formed a big pair of purple lips at the tip.

The language coming from it might have been alien, but the message of the yelling was clear, as was the final SMACK! across the red-bearded face of the nearest horny hat wearer: get out, stay out, good freaking riddance!

With that, the tentacle was sucked back into the ship, and so were the beams that had been holding the audience and faculty. (And Apu, and three mystified teal deer, and the entire Cafe Fina kitchen staff, because, um, Vikings? Good at fighting, not so good at operating high-tech alien equipment.) The ship rose quickly into the sky again, and zoomed off, up, and away.

The horny-hatted dude just groaned and passed out again.

As the Clone Troopers arrived to haul the invaders away for incarceration, de-lousing, and possible interrogation once anybody figured out what the hell language they spoke, the graduates, family, and friends were finally free to make their way across the mess of knocked-over chairs and scattered programmes, to congratulate, hug, freak out at, and
otherwise meet up with each other again.

[React, meet up, have hot but comm-safe post-battle makeouts... the possibilities are endless!]

Why Vikings from space? Well... They’re not so much from space. Dun dun DUUUUUUN....

Edited 2011-04-30 17:26 (UTC)

//... I can honestly say that I didn't actually see th'space vikings coming,// Jono noted, his eyes glowing bright white as he yanked off the gown and mortarboard.

Vikings attack? Lose the stupid getup. Nobody should be surprised that he was wearing his usual leather underneath it all.

//Bring it on, mates. This is a good warmup for whatever they can throw at me back in Massachusetts.//

Francine would fall in the facepalm-a-lot category. (In fact, if she ever had to pose as a knight while visiting Camelot.... none of the armor would fit her. Never mind.)

Point being, she was peeking through her fingers at the fight, looking more than a little worried. These guys weren't stuffed chimerae!

Leda's parents had never even heard of UFO's so they had no idea what that thing was that flew over head. Their best guess was some kind of dragon, or roc.

When the vikings attacked, Wolfboy kind of bounced off the forcefield as he attempted to leap to Leda's aid. At the same time her father found out that they were immune to magic, as he attempted to blast through it.

It was her mother who caught Wolfboy before he hit the ground. Briefly she wondered what he used on his fur. It was very soft.

Kermit would have attempted to leap to the rescue, but he and Robin's father had to catch his mother, as she fainted dead away at the sight of Vikings attacking her little boy.

That was...unexpected.

Susie preferred it when this kind of thing only happened in Calvin's head.

Leda didn't hesitate to follow Zoe's instructions. She was pleased with the selection too.

She used a knife to cut a slit up the side of her gown, then tucked into the combat boots she was wearing underneath.

Then, sword in one hand, and gun in the other, she turned towards the oncoming horde.

"Now this is a final exam!" She was about to show off what her friends had taught her.

Robin didn't go for the weapons, but he didn't go hide either. Instead, he attempted to forstall what might be an unnecessary conflict.

"Stup! Zeere-a is nu need fur us tu feeght!" He was glad the Chef had taught him some Mock Swedish.

Oh, Gunssar would bring it. Gunssar would bring it so hard that Jono's AU grandchildren would consider it brought.

Raising his sword, he plowed towards the wispy wee lad in leather, shouting, "Hyeudeh sheunde hyeeeunde heeeeiiiii!" Or something like that.

Which was Viking for Ravage, pillage, maim, plunder, and put big hickeys on all the fair damsels!

Sam's eyes got a little wide as he watched the men coming out of the pool of light, and he searched for Zoe among the adults, hoping she wasn't freaking out too badly.

"Ég mun hafa höfuðið!" the oncoming Viking - whose name was Patrik, in case anyone was asking - yelled, storming at Leda with his sword held on high.

If she was lucky, it would be the smell that knocked her out.

Kennedy did have a stake in her boot, as it happened, but yeah, staking these guys was so not happening. Not in front of her family and Constance, but mostly at all, 'cause while they looked like they might smell evil, there was that whole apparently-human thing going on.

So she made a run for the weapons chest, and came up with a nice big shiny sword similar to the ones she preferred training with (and was pretty confident she could handle defensively), grinning like someone had just handed her the big prize.

"Best. Graduation. Ever."

Bruni became excited when he spotted the frog. Yes, it might have been talking to him - at least, it seemed to be making noises in his direction - but surely that would not keep the frog from tasting good. "Froskur fótum þín verður spennandi!" he yelled, eying Robin's legs with his sword at the ready.

Sorry Robin, but Vikings always believed in the need for a fight.

//You can't be serious...// It was fortunate that Jono couldn't speak Viking. He'd kick Gunssar's arse extra hard just for rubbing it in.

In any case, the moment the spacecraft and the vikings had come into play, Jonothon figured that it more or less open season on things that might terrify the more normal of the guests. The next thing he tore off were his wrappings, letting bright orange flame billow out around himself.

... Of course, he was still a bit of a wispy wee lad, so he was also going to throw himself in the opposite direction with nothing resembling grace, because not much could ruin your day like being run over by a screaming Scandinavian man in a loincloth.

"Þú þarfnast konur til að verja þig, litla menn?" called Holger, eying the girl with the sword in hesitant confusion, which was possibly his worst idea today, but not necessarily, since he'd also had Erik's cooking for breakfast.

[You need your women to defend you, little men?]

You know, Sookie had sort of wanted to save Jason from ever knowing about the fae thing. Or Sam, for that matter.

But clearly that wasn't an option. She pulled off her gown, since fighting in a sundress was still not ideal, but better than tripping over blue fabric the whole time. She yanked her shields down, letting their thoughts -- which she imagined sounded like Eric's, not that she'd ever heard his -- wash over her. "I don't even know why I'm surprised."

Well.

Everyone was the right age and species. That was something.

Was it terrible that Jack, in between concerned glances to his friends among the graduates, almost wished for popcorn?

It was fortunate that Gunssar couldn't speak English... mostly because it meant the voice that had appeared in his head was chattering nonsense at him, instead of what he'd probably assume were messages from the gods, if it made sense.

The fire though... that was impressive. Enough to make him hold back for a moment once he'd spun to face the boy again. Only a moment, though, before he made a rush to come in from the side, away from the flaming chest.

This Viking's thoughts (his name was Björn, just for the record) were very, very easy to listen to. They were full of violence, and yelling, and a wife he may or may not have been missing, and any number of hints as to what he was about to do.

Unfortunately, none of it was in English.

Nor was the first phrase that fell from the man's lips as he paused, sword held up in mid-air. "...Ertu að tala við mig?*'

[[ ... are you talking to me? ]]

"I don't speak Swedish or whatever, sweetheart," Sookie said, arching a brow at him as her fingers started to glow purple. "But you should put that down."

And with that, she pushed forth into his mind. She might not have been able to read what he was saying, but the soothing, calming thoughts she was feeding into his brain were fairly universal. Maybe she could luck out and he'd just decide to take a nap! If she was particularly lucky, anyway.

If not, there was always her sparkly fingers to fall back on.

Edited 2011-04-30 18:44 (UTC)

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

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