The Battle’s Done, and We Kind of...prof_of_cunningApril 30 2011, 17:06:43 UTC
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!]
Re: The Battle’s Done, and We Kind of...vanillajelloApril 30 2011, 20:17:25 UTC
So. That had happened. Kate had gotten through it relatively unscathed, although she'd managed to get the hem of her gown caught on something on the stage, and subsequently ripped it.
She still had her diploma, miraculously. That was something. And right now, she just needed her boyfriend, her brother (her brothers?), and her friends. And lots and lots of congratulatory hugs.
Re: The Battle’s Done, and We Kind of...eyelidkissesApril 30 2011, 20:19:18 UTC
Marshall was the first to reach her. "Kate?" he asked, frowning, as he came closer. "Are you--" What was he supposed to ask when he'd just watched her hide from Vikings that had come from a space ship? "Are you okay?"
Re: The Battle’s Done, and We Kind of...vanillajelloApril 30 2011, 20:36:25 UTC
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine," Kate said, reaching out to pull him in for a hug, which may have meant she wasn't quite that fine, but anyway. "Just another day in Fandom."
Re: The Battle’s Done, and We Kind of...eyelidkissesApril 30 2011, 22:12:53 UTC
"Kinda," Marshall said in the understatement of the year. "Really don't need Buck trying to kick down, um, force fields? When everything is already going crazy."
Re: The Battle’s Done, and We Kind of...nimeniApril 30 2011, 20:42:40 UTC
Bod found his way over to her as soon as he could, frowning and quickly checking her over before he said anything. Relieved that she didn't look that worse for the wear, he stopped in front of her and took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Re: The Battle’s Done, and We Kind of...vanillajelloApril 30 2011, 20:46:18 UTC
Kate was grabbing him for a hug about halfway through that calming breath of his. It wasn't quite the kind of joyous hug she'd thought she'd give him, after she'd gotten her diploma, but it would do.
Re: The Battle’s Done, and We Kind of...nimeniApril 30 2011, 20:47:49 UTC
"I'm glad you're all right," Bod mumbled, rubbing her back and sighing. "You are all right, right? You look all right but perhaps a check up at the clinic is needed?"
Re: The Battle’s Done, and We Kind of...nimeniApril 30 2011, 20:52:34 UTC
"I would have done the same thing," he told her, dropping a light kiss against her ear. "It's all over now, both the ceremony and the other events. You can relax."
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!]
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She still had her diploma, miraculously. That was something. And right now, she just needed her boyfriend, her brother (her brothers?), and her friends. And lots and lots of congratulatory hugs.
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He guessed that was a good start.
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"Graduating, the Fandom way."
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She maybe hadn't slept all that puch last night.
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Or not. Maybe not.
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