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!

Comments

[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?"

[obfuskate]

"You did that to me, you imbecile."

Shadow wanted so much to just extract every drop of alcohol from his system, and... and did he just call him 'Shadew'? What.

As he felt him dig his fingers into his fur, he bit down on his lip, yearning to pull away, and yet... he didn't. It felt nice.

But it's Sonic. And his chest fluff in particular is especially sensitive and Chaos why is he not moving.

"You are incredibly drunk."

[bluestreaker]

"I'm a hedgehog," he replied, voice becoming the replica of a melting clock. "Not a skunk." Sonic rolled his eyes, hand flopping out of his tuft and against the floor. He stared up at him through his drunk haze. "Y'should know that. Yer my faker."

[obfuskate]

Good. Shadow sure did NOT want him ruffling at his fluff, thank you very much. He lifted his upper body high, hands relinquishing his shoulders and instead latching onto his arm. He wanted him to get up, and to get up now, and-

And what did he just say...?!

...

His.

His?

His...?

"What," he slowly breathed out, "did you just call me?"

[bluestreaker]

Sonic's eyes couldn't focus. There were like five Shadows all up in his face. He couldn't tell who was who.

His bare hand, the one clean of frosting out of pure luck, went up to try pushing some of them out of the way. He found the real Shadow's face and gave it a gentle shove to the cheek.

"Mmmmmmmyyyy - " MORE SHOVE. "FAKER! Oh, that's y'there." He withdrew his hand, dropping it to his chest. The impact punched enough air out to sneak a few 'haha's in before he realized he was on the floor. When'd he get here?

[obfuskate]

...

Oh.

He definitely just cupped his cheek there and called him his.

Don't... Don't they say that the drunken self is the usual self without restraint, without holding back judgment, with everything out in the open?

Shadow hoped that wasn't correct because dear fucking god, and in his muddled mind, he couldn't quite find the thoughts or the words.

"Y-... You...!"

He curled his lip downward. After he was sober, they needed to talk. Big time. That, or just pretend this never happened. Either way worked. He grabbed at his arm again and tried to stand and bring Sonic with him.

"You are coming with me."

[bluestreaker]

"Wha--Oh, NOW y'want me around? NUH UH."

Sonic let Shadow get him to his feet, but he stumbled away from him after that. The entire room had a crazy, special zone spin to it. HE FELT LIKE HE WAS REMEMBERING SOMETHING FROM MANY YEARS AGO. Stuck in a ball and twisting around and bouncing off gems and what was happening.

Woooah, woah, woah. Okay.

Okay.

Then, "Not okay."

[obfuskate]

"Of course not, and you only have yourself to blame."

Shadow grimaced, his clouded mind not taking in the idea of this being a little awkward as he slung an arm over Sonic's shoulders and took his right hand in his own. He had to keep him steady and get him out. This wasn't good. At all.

"Here. Lean on me."

They both absolutely reeked of liquor, and it made him scrunch his nose up with distaste. Disgusting...

[bluestreaker]

And now Sonic was turning into the silent drunk. He looked baffled by Shadow's evolution into a... concerned figure, he supposed? It wasn't a bad thing and the hedgehog crawling under the plumes of booze clouds in his brain knew that very well. That version of him was the underdog, though, and the caretaker of his mind was the joker once again when the mime took a seat.

He started to chuckle almost uncontrollably now.

"Y'never cease to surprise me, Shad..." Screw the last syllable. It was a hiccup now. With all the laughter screwing his air flow up, the hiccups were getting more constant, too. Light weight. Jeez. "S'why I like fightin' y'so much. HEY!" He sirened into his ear.

Pause.

Hic.

"Wanna race?"

[obfuskate]

...

Shadow almost missed Resetti at this point. Almost.

"No," he stated, firmly and harshly, pulling him closer and squeezing his hand tighter. "We are not racing. You will fall and trip onto your own face."

Stupid, stupid, stupid. He didn't think Sonic's intelligence could go any lower, but now?

He's been proven wrong.