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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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"Petra," Karla said, giving her a small wave. "I'm glad to see you here. It's been awhile."

Pursing her lips, she nodded slightly towards Peter and his entourage. "Legit? Or posturing?"

With Peter it was impossible to tell.

Petra snorted. "It's Peter," she said. "Does the difference really matter?"

"Well, one will make me laugh harder," Karla admitted. "If it's just for show, I mean."

She paused, then noted, "He seems to be exceptionally high in your good graces today."

Petra made a dismissive noise. "He always is," she said. "But let's not gossip about the dour marubo I serve."

Pah. Serve.

"Marubo," Karla said, testing out the word. "I like it. I think I'll use it on Fandom's version, next time he pisses me off."

You know, like the next time they spoke. Or whatever.

"How're you doing?" she asked, trying not to sound overly sympathetic. Petra didn't strike her as the type who'd get all emotional with a female she'd only met once. "How are the children?"

"I'm doing okay," Petra admitted. "The children are fine. Or they have been, for the few weeks I've actually managed to spend with them. Russia was a mess until recently."

A mess she had to clean up with rifles and bombs.

Karla tried not to wince at that. She knew well what it was like to only get to see one's mother for snatches at a time because of duty. But it wasn't like this was of Petra's doing, either.

"How old are they now?" she asked. "And...I'm sorry, how many?"

She wondered if Petra had heard of her last child, the one who had beaten Ender into a pulp a few months back.

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"Two years, more or less," Petra replied. "And there's five. Five babies."

Five of her babies. Three gone with Bean. One missing.

"They've been living at this house near the Hegemon Compound." And off the look she'd almost seen Karla had, she added, "My parents have been looking after them. And... Peter."

"Peter?" Karla, don't sound so shocked. Your own son has seemed fairly well-adjusted with Peter as his father. "I'm glad your parents can be with them, those times you can't. It must be a comfort. And, Peter, too, I guess." Still with the not-so-certain about that. "Five? Life must be hectic!"

She offered Petra a smile, trying to show she meant no offense.

Petra just pulled a face. "Ia, I have no idea why Peter is there," she pointed out.

Well. Actually, she kind of did now, didn't she? But that was even more of a headache. "But I am glad the children were looked after. Though not as glad as I am to finally be back from the front to do it myself."

"Because Peter can't possibly fathom that things can happen without his direct supervision?" Karla suggested.

Because, you know, she'd met Peter.

"They like him," Petra said.

That was the really baffling part. Or at least the part she could talk about while Peter was sitting just a little while away.

"They're children," Karla pointed out. "They also like playing in boxes and eating dirt."

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