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Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2012, Early Saturday Evening (Part 1)

With things back to normal - or as normal as Fandom ever got - preparations for graduation had gone into full swing. The ceremony was set for right after sunset, to make sure all types of guests could safely attend, and the lawn had been lit up with blue and gold lights, creating safe paths in which to walk to the seating area and giving everything a twinkling, serene appearance.

Of course, the staff knew that graduation was rarely a serene event, and the fact that Ingvar's volcano was being unusually active emphasized the need to prepare the seniors as much as possible. Last year's cache of weapons had been discreetly stashed in a trunk behind the podium...and yes, they'd all been properly cleaned. Who knew what dried Viking blood could do to metal?

Once everything had been arranged, the guests were let in, and all that was left was to pray everything went smoothly.

[OCD is up! Have at it! Welcome | The Processsion | Speeches | Diplomas | OOC]

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"I'm Topher," Topher explained. "I met Peter's version of you 'cause I went to his house one time. Well, two times. The second time you were in space already."

Beat.

"So... what's up?"

"Oh, not much," Valentine shrugged her shoulders. "Just hanging out, watching my brother graduate. How about you, Topher?"

And how did Peter have friends?

"Not a lot," Topher answered, shrugging. "Awaiting the entertainment. You know."

He had heard things about Fandom graduations, okay.

Valentine looked Topher over with a confused, bemused sort of smile, trying to piece out what kind of person he could be. "I take it you go to school here, too?"

"Yup," Topher said. With fake pride that was really just kind of mocking, he declared, "Class of 2014!"

Beat.

"Wait. 2014?" He paused and tilted his head. "Yeah, 2014. Rising junior. Like Peter, except he's not here 'cause of hiding from Achilles and all. Want me to tell him you said hi?"

Valentine just needed a moment to shake her head and try to fight down a sigh. She failed.

"Please do. And maybe I'll have to try to make it back here in two years to watch him graduate, too."

"I'm sure he'd appreciate that," Topher agreed, "'cause of how the other you totally ditched him to go to space."

Despite herself, Valentine snorted. "Ditched him?" she asked. "Is that how he tells it? Interesting."

"That is what I was told," Topher confirmed primly.

"Mmmm," Valentine hummed thoughtfully, getting a new perspective on exactly why Peter had this friend, "and if Peter Wiggin told you it was safe to jump off the roof of the dorm building, you'd believe that, too?"

Something in Valentine's head was reminding her that this wasn't her Peter he was talking about, or even her as Valentine, but, on the same token, a Wiggin was a Wiggin, and if Topher's Peter was here right now, their interaction would probably be nearly exactly the same interaction that would occur if she was holding a conversation with her Peter, just without the bodyguards.

She was so writing up an article about this when she got back to her hotel room later...

"Unless he was being sarcastic, sure," Topher said sincerely.

"You can tell the difference?" Valentine asked, lifting an inquisitive brow.

"It's an inflection thing," Topher assured her. "Or, like, this... kind of eye flash thing."

"Do you pay a lot of attention to my brother's eyes?" Valentine asked, because she had to.

"I wouldn't say a lot," Topher said, after seriously considering the question. "I mean, wait, we're still talking about Peter, right? 'Cause I don't wanna get in trouble with Ben here."

That was a joke. For the record.

Yeah, Ben didn't have anything to worry about it that were the case. Valentine grinned a little. "Yeah," she said, "still talking about Peter. How'd you get to know him, anyway? Did you guys have classes together, room together, anything like that?"

Topher shook his head. "Nah, we met sometime last year in a common room or something. I think he got people bagels." Because Peter was a generous guy. "We roomed together one day a few months ago when there was a crisis and my roommate was away, though!"

Helpful.

Getting people bagels and helping out in a crisis. If Valentine didn't know better and that Peter was actually really, really, really good at pretending to be a decent human being sometimes, she wouldn't have believed it. She shook her head.

"That was nice of him," she mused idly. "What kind of crisis?"

"People disappearing, worlds vanishing, that kind of thing," Topher explained loftily. "He did this freakishly good radio broadcast and made people blog about stuff."

So... Peter.

Valentine sighed a little. "Yeah," she said, casting her eyes toward the current Peter on the island, "that definitely sounds like Peter, alright. And Fandom, for that matter. I take it everything came back, though?"

"Yep. I mean, I think. As far as I know, anyway." Beat. "Also there was this awesome, like, puppy dragon."

Now it sounded like he was just bullshitting. But no!

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