So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits, I hope you have found a friend

[mansionstaff]

Who: Whoever!
What: GRADUMACATION AND PROMS
When: The evening of June 2nd
Where: Das Stadium
Warnings: WHO KNOWS

One might find the stadium a little hot and humid for those used to a spring graduation ceremony. This fine evening the Academy is experiencing its first hints of summer, a warm breeze providing relief to those who would sit on the stadium floor, which had been rearranged into a platform overlooking neat rows of chairs meant to seat the gathered crowd of faculty and students. Towards the other end of the complex was the arrangement for the prom that was to follow. Food and drink, chairs and tables, each with a floral centerpiece, and, of course, a dance floor.



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HEY DUDES! Here's how stuff is going to work. We kick off the log with GRADUATION. This part of the log will be divided into separate threads. I'll post them all at once, so feel free to hop around, mingle, post whenever, wherever.

HOWEVER, once the PROM starts, it will be up to you guys to post your own threads. Please check out last year's log if you'd like an idea of how this works. Everything after the thread titled "DISMISSAL" (I will post that in a bit, so don't post prom threads until I have that up!) will be considered prom, though don't let that stop you from continuing to post in the graduation section.

Please label all your threads appropriately! (Examples: "SHENANIGANS AT THE FOOD TABLE", "DANCE-OFF", "THE PUNCH IS SPIKED", "BOTHER X" In general, a location + what is going on in the thread is the way to go. Obviously, more than one thread can take place at the same location. 

Linking back and forth when and if you thread hop is very much appreciated. If things start to look a bit laggy, we'll bump to the next page. Most importantly, HAVE FUN, and let a mod know about any problems or concerns you might have!

DON'T FORGET THE COOL DUDES ON PAGE 2!

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[obfuskate]

Uh.

Uh oh.

The next thing Shadow knew, he snapped his hand out to grab at a silky blue wrist, lips parting and fangs bearing themselves as he urged, "No, stop!"

The last thing he wanted was for Sonic, of all people, to be drunk off his ass around him.

Seriously. Bad.

"That," he pointed out, "has liquor. Stop drinking it."

1/3

[bluestreaker]

Sonic immediately snatched his hand back, though, talking right over Shadow's reasoning and turning way from him.

"Hey! Don't hog it, 'hog. Jeez."

AH, THERE IT GOES--

Oops, I lied. 2/4

[bluestreaker]

Sip.


......

3/4

[bluestreaker]

"BLECH. Woah!" He cried, noise crinkled up tight, teeth slightly exposed. "That's... sour!"

A few sweeping, deep coughs escalated from his lungs, scratching as his throat like rising dust trying to put out a fire.

He stared into the cup through a squinted eye, as the other was sealed shut by tears.

"Ugh......"

[bluestreaker]

......


Sip.

[obfuskate]

"No," Shadow asserted. "No. You are going to stop that. Stop that this instant. Faker. Listen to me."

He reached out again, this time more gingerly, trying to slip that cup out of his grasp.

"You are not going to get drunk on me. You are also underage."

19 is the drinking age, Sonic, don't you even. Do that. Jesus fucking Christ on an Egg Golem.

[bluestreaker]

Sonic slowly lifted his arm up, as if Shadow couldn't reach that far. You weren't human anymore, hedgehog. And in the same sweep, he opened his mouth good and wide and DUMPED IT DOWN THE DRAIN.

"Quit tryin' to take my juice!" He complained, feeling a fire in his chest and the smoke in his cheeks.

[obfuskate]

"Fine," hissed Shadow, going back down into his seat and reaching for his drink. "Do not complain to me when you awaken tomorrow with a hangover, you dim-witted, reckless...]

He snarled, snatching the booze in his hand and chugging down the rest. Okay. Maybe he'll have one more. One. Fucking more. Geez, Sonic. Geez.

[bluestreaker]

Sonic followed suit, only he got halfway through his second cup before he decided that being thirsty was easier than drinking this disgusting mess. He walked up closer to Shadow, grabbing his wrist and slowly pulling his glass toward him so he could see inside. Looked spacey enough.

He dumped the rest of his drink into it.

"For you."

[obfuskate]

... What.

"Hedgehog," he growled, his eyes peering into emerald eyes that he knew would become foggy and fuzzy soon enough, "I am not drinking after you."

Shadow shoved the glass aside, grabbed another one, and began ladling more punch into it. He was not going to be drinking right after him! That's just unsanitary. Who knows where that hedgehog has been?

[bluestreaker]

Sonic grabbed the abandoned cup. "It's not a big deal! Yer wastin' it." DOWN THE HATCH.

UGH. Still gross... just slightly more tolerable.

"Whatever." He chucked the empty cup at Shadow's head and picked up a plate of food to gobble down on the sandwiches. He wasn't thirsty anymore. HE SWORE HE WASN'T.

"...Heh." He looked down at the cupcakes on the plate. "These are... Hahaha."

[obfuskate]

No. God no. They both reeked of alcohol and the haze of tipsiness was taking over. Shadow shot a glare, but through the musk of booze, it didn't look quite as menacing as usual.

"They are... what?"

Why was he even questioning that? Why should he care?

Then again, that's something he's been questioning for a good while now.

[bluestreaker]

"Look, look," Sonic said on the wind of a snorting laugh. He walked over to Shadow, leaning down to show him the little cupcake with a bob-omb candy on top of swirled pink cream. "See?" And he kept laughing like the damn thing was telling him a joke. "Can't you see it?"

[obfuskate]

"... It's a bomb. And?"

Shadow stared at it like it was the least funniest thing on Earth.

Truthfully, though...

Yeah, it really was the least funniest thing on Earth.

[bluestreaker]

"No, no..." Sonic pressed his hand onto Shadow's shoulder, using it for support but also to keep some proper distance between them.

He wasn't doing so well, but he had that cupcake pretty close to his face.

"For once, man, you just... You gotta look deeper."

[obfuskate]

Either this was the booze getting to him or the booze getting to Sonic.

Shadow had to guess that it was the latter.

"You are drunk," he stated matter-of-factly, shifting beneath the hand on his shoulder, yet not pulling away from it, "and there is nothing there."

[bluestreaker]

"Is too, ya grump," he retorted, shaking the cupcake a little. "I'll show ya."


Squish.


Right on the nose.

Maybe a bob-omb right up it.

[obfuskate]

...

Oh no he didn't.

Shadow started blowing his nose into the nearest tissue, getting the candy Bob-omb -- EW GROSS YUCK -- out of there. Ugh, gross. So gross. So uncomfortable, all that sugar in his nostril...

... and when he finished with that, he turned to Sonic with a hiss. Time. For. Revenge.

In the form of shoving another one of the cupcakes into his face.

1/2

[bluestreaker]

"HAHAHAHAA YOU LOOK SO STU--"

SQUASH.

2/2

[bluestreaker]

Oh.

Rude.

Sonic swiped the cupcake off his face, leaving the remnants of a delicious treat all over the palm of his hand.

First, he got another drink. Just poured a glass, took a sip, hated it.

Then, with that same dessert-ladened hand, he slapped the frosting like confectionary road kill across Shadow's fat forehead.

Re: 2/2

[obfuskate]

Oh.

Now.

Now he is going to get it.

Shadow growled, and instead of using the cake as weaponry, he used his own being, grabbing at Sonic's shoulders and knocking him off of the chair, bringing himself along with him, and pinning him down to the floor.

... He would have looked really menacing if he wasn't receiving the onset of the alcohol in his system.

"Faker..."

He huffed, puffed, tensed, all signs of hedgehog aggression. Not happy, and yet the cloudy mist of alcohol toned it down incredulously to some kind of overexaggerated disappointment.

1/2

[bluestreaker]

Tense muscles, though gripped in coats of blue, began to shiver. It was encouraged by the cold breath of borderline vengeance along the heat of uninhibited rage smoking off Shadow's spines. Sonic looked ready to fight back, all his frustrations of coming to a foreign place, dealing with this Shadow, dealing with everything without so much as a break, and further being fought harder than ever on just making things easier for the both of them...

2/2

[bluestreaker]

...

Until he started laughing at him.

"You... Heh. You look ridiculous," he sloshed out somehow, that last word one too many syllables for him at the moment. "Why y'even fightin' me, Shadow?"

Re: 2/2

[obfuskate]

And yet he kept him pinned, his lip upturned and his spines flaring outward, as if he were about to attack, but... he didn't.

Shadow just stared at him straight down, much like a challenge was being offered, and yet there was not much point to that.

Instead, he just narrowed his eyes into slits, and questioned,

"Why do I even deal with you?"

[bluestreaker]

"'CAAAAAUSE You wanna change your grumpy pants, Shadew." Oh jesus, his voice. "They're too tight. AND WHAT is this?" He reached his hand forward and clawed into his fur as if excavating answers from it. "S'all stuffy and regal lookin'. Loosen up, man. Seriously."

Pause.

"Is that cake on yer forehead?"