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

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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Make your entrance to the stadium here, mingle before commencement, etc. etc.

When the mingling was underway and everyone had sat down, as per tradition, Headmaster Hand approached the podium, clearing his throat into the microphone to silence the gathered crowd.

"It is with great pleasure that I assemble the students and faculty of our esteemed Smash Academy to celebrate the accomplishments not only of our senior class, but also of our institution as a whole.

For those of you who have managed to complete the required curriculum, congratulations. You have opened up a new chapter in your lives, and you take with you the achievements of the past four years. Your dedication and determination to our Academy helps to make it the fine institution it is today.

Whether you choose to continue your careers here or elsewhere, please know that your accomplishments and contributions to the academy will remain.

As you all know, we have been working with Board of Director's Princess Lana of Videoland in order to allow more schools to attend here. Due to the overwhelming success of this program, it is now my proud duty to tell you that the next school year will be filled with even more of such cases, as we have been awarded a full permit. Smash Academy is the first school that now allows students, teachers and staff from all over Videoland. We couldn't have done it without all of you."

He paused for effect shuffling something behind the podium, taking out some parchments.

"With that said, let us celebrate today's achievement and thus, I present to you Smash Academy's graduating class of 2012."

Finishing his speech and letting the applause die down, Master Hand figured it was time to get commencement underway. He called the seniors up one by one, presenting them with their diplomas and allowing them to say a few words.

[HEY SENIORS. SAY HI TO MASTER HAND. GET YOUR FANCY PICE OF PAPER. GIVE A SPEECH IF YOU WANT TO, EVEN. CROWD REACTIONS ARE ENCOURAGED.]

[As per tradition, if anyone feels like jumping up to have their say, students or faculty, have at it, for better or for worse.]

With the diplomas granted and speeches taken care of, Master Hand stepped to the podium one last time to officially end the ceremony.

"Seniors." He began. "Please move your tassel from the right to the left. Congratulations, Smash Academy class of 2012."

[Cap throwings and reactions go in this thread. Any threads posted after this one will be PROM THREADS and all up to you guys, but please feel free to keep tagging graduation! Remember when posting your threads for the prom to appropriately label and link if/when you threadhop!]

Yep.

He doesn't want to deal with anyone or anything right now.

Shadow hung out in the deepest, darkest corner of the prom, which honestly wasn't even that dark and hidden (welp), arms folded and body reclining against the wall.

He was admittedly proud of his own ideas, however.

He took on his human form.

Resetti didn't even recognize him.

SUCCESS.

Being her normal, wallflower self, Nephenee was standing against a wall at the moment, wearing a pretty blue and black dress. It was a bit nicer than last year's rental, considering she was a teacher now and had the money for something a bit more formal. But she was still a bit shy showing off a little shoulder, so she had chosen to drape a sheer black shawl to drape across them. Overall, she looked quite nice.

But ARGH, she felt so shy and out of place. Frustrated, she remembered what Seth had given her for her confidence levels, and, fishing it out of her handbag (for she hadn't gotten a chance to use it yet, having forgotten it), hastily pulled the wax paper off and stuck in her mouth.

Not long after, she started feeling the effects. Wow...she really did feel more confident, and it felt good.

But who was blowing the bubbles she was seeing around the place now?

Whatever, now that she was done with the candy, she was going to walk around, talking with her friends and actually being...a social butterfly for once.

Edited 2012-06-02 18:12 (UTC)

Claus felt lighter than air. Clad in nicer clothes than he was iced to, but still sporting his graduation cap, he glided through the crowd, diploma in hand. He kept his eyes open for people he was close with, for family. He had seen Lash in the crowd before, as he was on stage. Where was she now... ?

The various graduation props had been carefully stowed away somewhere safe until later when he could pick them up. Now it was time for a party, and Bulba was going to try and make the best of it. In all honesty, he'd sort of been dreading graduation in its entirety. As excited as he was that he was finally achieving the goal of making it through high school, and happy as it was that it seemed to mark some sort of progression in his life, this year it also indicated the time in which people left. Friends and family were departing shortly afterwards, and Bulba was never one to take being left very well.

... But they weren't leaving forever, he reminded himself. He knew where to find (most) of them. Farewells didn't have to be sad.

So it was with a bright smile that the Ivysaur weaved amongst the crowd, taking care to directly avoid the punch bowl this year. Was he looking for you? Were you looking for him? Someone was going to find someone and it was going to be a good time.

Yep. Still here. Despite her former determination not to become a wallflower this year, she found herself gravitating more and more toward the edges of the stadium. So much for the social butterfly she'd used to be.

Perhaps celebrations were more for the living, she mused. Graduation in particular being a symbol of having grown up and on the way to a more exciting life, and she'd be stuck the same way forever.

That was kind of depressing. Best not to dwell on it. Instead, she was going to prey on any sweets the snack table had to offer and hope a song she liked came on later.

Graduation was a fun time. Phoenix was happy to see the seniors celebrating what they had worked so hard for, so he was perfectly willing to chaperone at the prom. He saw lots of smiling faces, an air of happiness with a touch of sadness for the farewells that it entailed.

Byrne, on the other hand, really had no desire to be here. At least he wasn't forced to wear a ridiculous mask like at that masquerade. So he stood in the corner, keeping a cold eye on the attendants of this prom. He would do no dancing or anything. He only took such a risk when he was obscured by that ridiculous mask. Now he wasn't.

Right now he just wanted the night to be over.

There he was. In a tux. All fancy.

When he wasn't with Daisy, he was trying to locate friends. Or let himself be located by you.

Mingle is his favorite pastime.

Kanji wasn't graduating or anything, which was annoying because he wanted to be done with school. At least the classes here at Smash Academy were more interesting than those at Yasogami. But there was the prom that he was looking forward to. He would have asked Naoto, but A. she was undercover, and B. Kanji had a girlfriend, so he obviously invited her to be his date.

~~Eli is obviously standing there in a poofy pink dress.~~

So when he's not with Eli, he'll probably be off by himself or talking to friends or something.

Jon was here. He wasn't sure why, but he was.

ugh.

He was making a nuisance of himself around the snack table, pulling the lettuce and tomato out of the club sandwiches and eating the bread, ham and cheese.

Marie hadn't even bothered attending the graduation ceremony. With no teammates or friends to watch for, what was the point? Honestly, he really hadn't wanted to go to prom either. But he was there anyway.

With his back flat against the wall, he watched the crowd of students and faculty (but made sure not to make eye contact with anyone) on his own.

There was suddenly the slight squeal of a microphone being used too closely to a speaker. A voice came on, one that doesn't sound terribly familiar. It is, in fact, a Goomba reading off of a piece of paper, but you probably don't see him because he's only like a foot high and also in a corner.

"We've come to that special part of the evening when we declare this year's Prom King and Queen. We've counted all of the votes..."

Wait when had anybody voted for Prom King and Queen.

"And it was a close race, but your Prom King is... his scaliness, King Bowser!"

A sudden spotlight shone down on an eight-foot tall dragon lizard, wearing a bowtie. Wow, what great timing and placement. It's almost like there's a paratroopa up in the rafters working a spotlight. Because there is.

"And your Prom Queen is..." said the voice, pausing. Oh the suspense. Who could it possibly be. Who in the world could it ever be at all; it is a total unknown.

"Princess Peach! Now come out and dance with your (prom) king!"

And as the spotlight went searching for her, a song began playing.

Gold! Was! Excited!

He really liked dances, and he really loved getting dressed up. Although it'd completely slipped his mind, and he hadn't had time to ask anyone out, he really preferred the idea of being there on his own. That way, he could dance with anyone and everyone he wanted to!

Of course he was buzzing around the stadium trying to make smalltalk with everyone! Dances were the perfect opportunity for mingling!

It's a bird! It's a plane! Wait, no, it's another meteor. God, what is with all these meteors lately?

This particular piece of space junk makes quite the entrance, a fireball that streaks across the sky, dangerously low over the celebration. The noise when it makes impact outside the stadium is definitely impossible to ignore.

Brave souls that choose to investigate the INCREDIBLY RUDE PROM INTERRUPTION WILL FIND...

...some grass on fire and a deep, smoking crater.

How ominous.

Edited 2012-06-03 06:58 (UTC)

Gosh, Kumatora sure looks crabby today. Then again, she's wearing a dress. She's just gonna. Sit over here. And drink her punch. Yeah.

Blaze was still not very good at public social events like this. So there she was, all dressed up and being a wallflower.

R.O.B. hovered around the room, examining things and watching people dance and mingle. He had been to his share of social situations since being here, and felt he was getting better accustomed to it. To help him look more like he was blending in, he held a cup of punch in his hand, even though he couldn't drink it. It would add to his image of a fun partygoer.

Daisy loved dances, and was there in her finest, ready to mingle and party. She worked her way around the room, saying hello to whoever she could.

Goombella was spending most of her time at the snack table. Mmm... everything.

After the graduation ceremony, the procession of students had spread out among the stadium dance floor, the same way they filtered out every year. It struck a sharp chord with Pit to strum upon the recognition that this would be the last time it would happen for him. The effect on him was pungent, and for a while his eyes shone an extra coat of glaze as he sort of drifted like a ghost around tables and balloons.

This was it. This was really it. And in a week, these people he had lived with would be a page turned in his life.

You may either cross paths with the angel while he's quietly taking it all in, tiptoeing around the dance floor for a partner, or stuffing his face with party favors. Your call!

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DON'T FORGET THE COOL DUDES ON PAGE 2!

INTRODUCTIONS

YOU SHUT UP WHEN MASTER HAND IS TALKING

DID SOMEBODY SAY DIPLOMAS?

THE PODIUM IS OPEN