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Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2018, Early Saturday Evening [Part 2]

As the last graduate sat down, there was a bit of silence as those who had experienced graduation ceremonies before waited to see what would happen.

When a few minutes had passed, Zoe got up to speak, and was immediately interrupted by alarms ringing from the school, and the safety barrier coming down around the lawn, separating the graduates from the crowd. It was probably apparent that some non-principalesque swearing was happening, but it was hard to hear Zoe over the sound of ground breaking as an army of scorpions burrowed out of the dirt. The glitter from the lawn only seemed to make them more angry as they skittered for the students.

Hopefully, the graduates had been wise enough to come to this party prepared.

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Good news! There are no scorpions near you! Bad news! The same cannot be said for your loved ones!

Naturally, there was only one way to respond when large scorpions broke out from the earth to interrupt your daughter's graduation.

"Dad!" Beth turned toward Rick. "What did you do?"

"Oh, what?" Rick asked with a bored burp. "Scorpions come crawling out of the ground, must be Grampa Rick, couldn't possibly have anything to do with the interdimensional galactic time toilet that this place is, no, it has to be Rick Sanchez. This one's," brrrp, "got nothin' to do with me, sweetheart."

And to prove it, he was just going to keep fiddling with his little electronic box and not paying any attention to whatever stupid little thing was going on over there.

"I...I don't know, Rick," Morty chimed in with a worried whine. "It looks pretty bad. Don't...don't you think we should do something?"

Just to humor Morty, Rick looked up. Not to actually see anything, which he didn't, but just to say that he'd looked up. "Nope," he said, back to the box, which he turned over and started pressing a few buttons on the bottom. "None of our business, Morty. They seem...they seem *Brrrp they seem to have it pretty under control if you ask me."

"It just stung her!" Jerry complained. "Shouldn't we be helping?"

"Helping her, brrp, Jerry?" Rick's irritation was evident, though his attention was still on the device in his hands. "Y...you wanna help her, is that what it is, Jerry? She just took out three of those things in just as many seconds; you think you can do better, Jerry *burrp*, do you? Because I don't think you can, Jerry. She's a grown woman now, Jerry, a high school graduate. Gotta let her spread her wings and fucking fly, Jerry. And considering she got to this point without getting knocked up by her human egg salad fart of a high school boyfriend, Jerry, I'd say she's doing better than everyone else in this *Brrp* sorry excuse for a family."

The box in his hands started making a little musical chime, corresponding lights dancing over the surfaces of it.

"Go get 'em, Sum-Sum!" he called out, just to rub it in a little more. "We're all very proud of you."

Then he stood and turned to go toward the door. "Come on, Morty. I gotta go see a man about a horsikomiam reading that's straight off the chiz-zarts."

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"N...no, no thanks, Rick," Morty said. "I...I think I want to st...stay. Y'know, and watch the fight."

A very specific, red-haired aspect of the fight in particular...

Okay, so, sorry. Apparently Jaina was so used to this sort of thing that she hadn't thought about the fact that the twins weren't, and so she was now trying to calm them down instead of watching what was happening.

Was there a way to prepare them for this for next year...?

Kanan had figured something like this was going to happen, sure. But then it did happen, and while he was well aware that he couldn't get in there to help, he could always do the next best thing.

... If that involved pulling out a holorecorder... well...

It was important to remember these special moments, right?

Try not to get pinched, or you may find that the sting makes you unable to control yourself!

[To make the fights more fun, getting stung means you have to hit the Random Icon button and work with what you get. Mwahaha!]

If you're not armed, there's a box of ~~moddable~~ weapons by the podium because your administration loves you and has just accepted that this is how things will be every year.

"This is what we get?" Dante asked, molten rock curling up around his hands until they made harsh stone fists. He banged his fists together. "Hey, bring it on."

Yeaaah, this all definitely seemed way too normal and regular to be Fandom High.

Not that she'd be complaining either way. Normal graduation? Totally cool, looked great on her Instagram. Graduation invaded by giant scorpion? Mega cool, more of a Snapchat sort of thing, if she were the kind to just hide out and film it.

Which she may have been if it weren't for the weapons, but with a blaster in her hand? Helll yeaaaaah, time to shoot down some scorpion scum! She grabbed a gun, spun around, and fired at the closest scorpion, another one right after it, then a third off to her side. Bing, bam, boom! All with the cocky precision of someone who didn't even notice the fourth on her other side.

The nearby scorpion scum thought it was rude that someone was shooting at its poor, respectable bretheren. It brought its pincers up high as it approached, and...

Was that a hiss? Perhaps it was just the sound it made as one part of its armor chafed against another.

Whatever it was, it lashed out at Summer with its stinger within a second of making it.

Well, it was rude to sting people, too! Sure, Summer shot first, but that didn't change the fact that they had, you know, invaded her graduation ceremony.

And then the stinger got her.

"Ouch! Hey!" She balled up her fist and punched the stinger away, then stepped forward to jab a finger into the things...thorax? Whatever the body part was, she stepped up, jabbed her finger into it, and told it what-for.

"That's not," poke!, "nice! Don't," poke, "do that!"

Poke, poke.

Funnily enough, the poking mostly just made the scorpion mad.

It hissed at her again, miming another warning jab. And snapped its pincers.

It could take her limbs right off, you see?

Awww, did she make it maaaad?

"Hold on," said Summer, whipping out her phone, but still having enough sense to back away slowly. "Just hold that pose right there, for just...one second. I gotta get a picture of this. A snap for my Snapchat!"

Super-mad!

Mad enough that it reached out with one of those big pincers and tried to take her smartphone.

And the arm that went along with it.

By the time Summer realized it was coming in for a grab, she was able to keep her arm out of harms away, but not the smartphone, her eyes widening as her jaw fell open.

"Duuuuuude," she gawked, "you are not messing around, are you?"

But she had, somehow, managed to gain a beverage. A beverage that would promptly be thrown into the scorpions face.

Who knew scorpions were allergic to carbonated caffeine? The scorpion hissed, flailing backwards, scratching at its face like she'd just thrown acid at it.

Rey hadn't brought a weapon, and in retrospect she really should have. There was no excuse not to. But she found something staff-like in the box ~~twss~~ to use, so guess she was spending her day beating scorpions.

"Finally," Mara muttered, pulling her stupid cap from her head and throwing it, boomerang style, at the nearest scorpion. "Bring it on, pointy."

Of all the things to get hit with, a graduation cap was probably one of the most undignified, so Mara had one very cranky scorpion skittering her way and lashing at her with its stinger. It hadn't pushed out of the earth to get smacked like that!

Mara flipped over it, but not quite fast enough to avoid the sting.

...and now she was six. Sure, that made sense. "THAT WAS MEAN," she yelled.

"Really?" Ahsoka asked no one in particular, as she dropped her robes (dramatically, of course) and drew her lightsabers. "Really?"

Kaylin threw off the stupid robe and pulled out her two daggers. Then she dashed at the nearest scorpion to do some serious damage.

Hyacinthe hadn't needed the dromonde to know something like this was coming; he'd gone to graduation last year as well, hadn't he?

And so he was swiftly removing the knives he'd hidden on his person and looking around the battlefield for easy targets. He saw no reason actually fight one of the things himself, but if he spotted a place where a thrown knife could cause some damage, well, 'twas only neighborly to intercede.

Always a valid option as well!

True to his speech, Eric had indeed found himself ducking behind that podium- after grabbing something stabby just in case one of those scorpions came a bit too close, of course.

Hurray! The creatures have been vanquished!

Anyone caught Googling "how to cook scorpion meat" will get an unfriendly look. Give it a little time, yeah?

Well, it wasn't as though Hannibal were going to cook it right now. The first thing to look up was how to get usable scorpion meat out of the exoskeletons while making sure it wasn't poisonous.

And then maybe seeing if Summer would like to help him cook it, perhaps in gelatin.

Mwahaha!

Let us know down here if you want a scorpion to fight!

Ahahaha omg I love it.

Random icon fighting? YES, pah-lease! Summer's there for the stinging/fighting.

Hit up Mara for all the SP! Damn you, timezones!

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Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2018, Early Saturday Evening [Part 2]

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