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

[icequeen_aran]

"You accepted the dog I bought for you. You're just as responsible for it."

[raced_god]

"How could I not accept the dog?"

She was a really cute dog.

"You can't just give me a dog and then expect me to not want it."

[icequeen_aran]

She was a really cute dog.

Samus could tell this was going to be a circular argument, or it would eventually derail so much that they'd go from arguing about dog hair to who had better taste in space-flight capable motor vehicles of the future.

(For the record, it was Samus.)

"Do you want to dance?" She suddenly blurted, perhaps a bit flustered still at the notion that she was at once of these public dance things.

[raced_god]

If dancing meant Samus would stop picking at his tux, then YES. YES HE WOULD DANCE. TONIGHT HE WOULD BE LORD OF THE DANCE.

In all seriousness, however, Falcon always found it a little humorous that as the years passed, he'd become less and less begrudging towards social events and the subsequent dancing that went hand-in-hand. He suspected it had something to do with misery loving company, and how the whole thing became that much more bearable when Samus was with him.

So he was quick to take her hand in his and begin to guide them both to the dance floor. "Of course I do."

[icequeen_aran]

Even though she was the one who asked, she felt herself put up a minor amount of resistance as he guided her out. Once out on the dance floor, it was difficult for her to deny the enthusiasm he had for sharing moments like this with her.

He made them... nice and enjoyable. Like last year and the year before, just being with him seemed to make the crowd fade into the background. Directly expressing this was always a bit of a challenge with her, but she hoped a genuine little smile would do it.