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Festivus in July, Fandom High front lawn, Friday afternoon

Sometime during morning workshops, when no one was paying nearly enough attention except those concerned, the Fandom High schoolgrounds had filled with snow.

For the record, "those concerned" meant Rory Gilmore and several dozen snow cone distributors from the mainland. But who wants to ruin the illusion? Students who were curious might assume that it was simply a Festivus in July miracle, or some such.

In the middle of the lawn stood a bare, aluminum pole. Festivus tradition, you know.

[Yes, the schoolgrounds have snow. I'm weathermodding and saying it's cool enough today through this evening for it to stick, and it'll melt overnight. And yes, we're having Festivus in July. For those not in the know, here is a handy Wiki link! ~~Please wait for OCD.~~ Up, yay!]

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"What did he do to justify it? Notice I don't doubt for a second that it was justified." Parker grinned, and munched on a cookie. "New York and D.C. were my last trips; I really need to get out to see Angel sometime. Although that's in a different dimension, so maybe that L.A. doesn't count."

"Spent the night in her room and got caught there the next morning," she said. "The thing is, his stepfather had beat him up. And he went to her." Even now, almost two years later, that still bothered Isabel.

"I'd love to get out there myself. Maybe I'll have Bel take me for a weekend."

"Ahh." She studied Isabel, and said, "And that wasn't what you expected."

"You can ask nicely and Bel will do it; I may have to come up with a bribe. Ah well. Maybe if I offer to snark on Logan in his presence, he'll do it for the mockery factor."

"Not then. Although I understand it more now." She shrugged, "He's happy. That's what matters."

"He would. He's a good guy."

"The more people for back-up for the problem children, the better." Parker shrugged. "Bel's trying. But I think there's too much history for either of us to really relax around each other."

"I'm all for that," Isabel agreed. "She takes good care of him. Speaking of history, Sam is worried that you're still looking to kill her."

"Pfftttt." Parker grinned. "I've had more reason to be pissed-off as someone else since. I just haven't run into her yet. She buys me Rocky Road, and we'll call it even. I have to tease her about Jack's reaction to her Radio apology, anyway."

"Well you should run into her soon," she said. "She's worried enough about going on this trip with Jack and Cedric. She doesn't need anything else to worry about."

"Heh. Sam would worry if she *didn't* have anything to worry about. You might have noticed? Sam tends to the OCD like teal deer show up for long speeches." Parker grinned. "But I'll go looking for her this weekend, I promise."

"Good. I threatened to send you both down the river without rafts if you weren't getting along," Isabel grinned. "But since you are, that means I can steal both of you away to the spa one day."

"Ooooo, twist my arm, force me to get a manicure," Parker said, snickering. "That sounds good to me. And, uh, if you can maybe run interference between Sam and Jarod? That might be good." She shrugged resignedly. "He wasn't exactly thrilled when I told him what happened last weekend."

"Actually Sam and I had a long talk last night and part of it included a metaphor that required me to get a pedicure. Go figure." She shook her head, still bemused by the conversation. "I will if it's necessary. I think he's going to wind up so excited he'll forget about it."

Parker grinned gleefully. "He loves surprises. I warned him no one will tell him what's up, so I'm hoping he'll really like it. When do we leave?"

"It's a five hour drive. So we can leave really, really early Saturday morning to be there by eight. Or we can go out Friday night and get motel rooms and crash," she said. "What do you think?"

"Friday night," Parker voted. "So we'll be well-rested for the rafting in the morning. Plus, hotel rooms, last chance to be in civilization for a few days. I don't have a workshop on MOnday morning-- can we stay that long?"

"Greg and I both have Piper's workshop. So we need to come back Sunday night," she sadly. "And we're only camping for one night. You'll survive."

"Alas. Alack. Okaaaaaay." Parker moped, then smiled. "We'll still have fun. S'mores and danger and stars and campfires without a zillion people, or the possibility of gremlins showing up."

"Exactly," Isabel said. "And friends, significant others, and friends and their significant others. It'll be great."

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