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

[justamercenaryman]

Navarre crushed the cup in his hands. "How do people drink this crap?" For fun, even. He had always thought parties would have some frufru fruity drinks or at least some good wine, but this punch stuff was absolutely horrid.

[ either or. or both XD ]

[dothelokomotion]

"Children," he emphasized, "Seem to have a taste for sugar. Even if there's no other substance."

Byrne enjoyed sweet things in moderation, like White Russians or maybe the occasional margarita, but this was just terrible.

"It's a shame there seems to be nothing else here to drink."

[justamercenaryman]

"Pity," Navarre frowned even more. "They should have things that make them stronger, not useless crap." Navarre had a bit of a weak spot for his younger students (not so much the older ones). He didn't like seeing kids on the battlefield, but there wasn't much of a say in that when it came to battle and war. They had to learn sometime, and better learning now than dying later on the war front.

[dothelokomotion]

Byrne nodded. Drinks like this would only hinder children. No nutrition, no alcohol. Although, he knew children shouldn't consume alcohol due to their systems being unable to process a lot of it. However, it made it funnier in spiking the punch bowl.

Byrne perhaps might have had a soft spot buried deep in his core for young children, but they often annoyed him. But he did find himself less angered by their innocence.

[justamercenaryman]

Navarre had learned to drink at a young age, but then again, growing up in a band of mercenaries, it was almost expected. Following convention wasn't always his way of doing things--- except here, when the hands got angry and told him to do stuff. Like attend this stupid ball. Pansy ass ball.

He shifted his weight a bit, staring out in the crowd again. The music really was god-awful. "They need better music. My ears are gonna fall off."

[dothelokomotion]

Yes, that was another thing he hated. The music was generic pop, probably produced by a computer of some sort. Nothing pure or engaging. Just loud, horrible beats straining his sensitive ears. The decibel level was very high, but fortunately they weren't too close to the speakers.

"It's up there on my list of unpleasant things I've heard," he agreed.

[justamercenaryman]

Close to speakers or not, Navarre was already highly irritated with it. He was about ready to blow this popsicle stand. He would rather threaten the musicians to play something different. Well, if he could actually find them. All this new technology was completely and utterly foreign and inconceivable. Marth seemed to be adjusting just fine, but he was a highly-educated pansy ass noble (even if Navarre did hold some sort of respect for the kid).

"How can anyone listen to this junk?" Or even dance to it?