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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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.

[bluestreaker]

"Whaaaat! I will NOT." Sonic already began to move faster, pulling Shadow along whether he wanted to come with or not. "I got the equili-hic-li-hic-librium of a flamingo." whatthefuck.

[obfuskate]

Yeah, what the fuck.

"You," he hissed, preparing his next move, "have the equilibrium of one with wobbly hedgehog syndrome. Stop moving."

Shadow felt him struggle against him, and with a hesitance trying and failing to hold him back in his mind, he threw his arms around his waist and kept him from going further.

"Stay. Put."

[bluestreaker]

"NnnnnnooooOOOO!" And he launched his legs into hyperdrive, the panic of being forced to stay in one spot tenfold when he was lacking enough coherences to realize there wasn't a threat. KICKKICKKICK

[obfuskate]

"Ergh-! Stop that this instant...!"

Shadow held him tighter and tighter until he swore he was probably cutting off some of Sonic's breathing and circulation, and then with all of his flail and his trying to keep balanced amidst all of it...

FLOP.

Down they went.

1/2

[bluestreaker]

"OOF! ..."

Well, it got his feet to stop, slamming face first into the floor. A disgruntled groan escalated.

2/2

[bluestreaker]

And he slowly lifted his head up to reveal nice rivers and cracks of blood all along his muzzle. For all that mess, though, he didn't exactly look angry.

"...

"Ow."

Re: 2/2

[obfuskate]

"Hmph. Do not expect me to tend to your wounds..."

Shadow was in better shape, however, being that he kind of.

Landed right on top of Sonic.

His arms were still around him.

... Not the greatest position.

"This," he growled into his ear, "is your fault."

[bluestreaker]

Sonic twisted until his crushed, bloody black olive nose was pressed right into Shadow's. He ordered up one cold entree of a harsh stare and delivered it.

"Why don'tcha quit throwin' blame around all the time, show some humi--" He choked on a hiccup. "--humility, and just try to be nice fer once? Y'don't have to always--" HICHIC. Ow, that one hurt. "--prove you're better!"

[obfuskate]

"Dammit, Sonic, you are the one who-..."

Shadow froze, the remaining tingling of Sonic's liquor-scented breath still lingering on his muzzle, and it was then that he realized their position.

He'd twisted beneath him.

They now laid there, blue legs spread, chests pressed against each other, and bodies intertwining in a most... suggestive manner.

Only then did his alcohol-soaked brain finally absorb the awkward situation they were in, and at that, his cheeks began to burn.

Shit.

No.

"..."

He only stared down at him, bewildered and astonished, all while he remained suddenly more aware of his and Sonic's breathing.

"... All you want," he spoke slowly, "is for us to... be friends. Is that it?"

[bluestreaker]

"Oh, look. He gets it," Sonic snarled, falling back down into the floor. The world was still swirling around him despite his thoughts realigning in his mind, and he was beginning to argue with himself about what exactly he had done to get such a result. Shadow said the punch was... Aggghh.

That sound came forth from his throat as well. It was wet, as he felt a nausea storm brewing over his stomach and ruining the night. This wasn't good...

"But it doesn't MATTER what I want! That's what YOU don't get."

1/?

[obfuskate]

"What matters? Do you think I would willingly enjoy the company of a mortal?"

Shadow grabbed him by the shoulders and drove him down into the floor, his eyes wild and frenzied, bursting through even the haze of his clouded vision.

"Do you think I would allow myself to connect to someone who will die on me again...?!"