smash_logs | I'll be there for you

Who: EV ERY ONE
What: Graduation. Prom.
When: The evening of May 31st.
Where: The 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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Before everyone could get their party on, however, there was the main event of the evening. From his place at the podium, Master Hand watched students and staff alike find their way into the stadium. With the recent robot shenanigans, there seemed to be tensions in need of dispelling. If the Headmaster knew one thing, however, it was that some silly city antics were not going to ruin this esteemed event. Not tonight. Not if he could help it.

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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!

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Kiyotaka's experience with alcohol was limited to knowing two things:

1. Alcoholic drinks were not allowed on campus and anybody caught in possession of one was to be sent to the Headmaster's office immediately.
2. At some point in his childhood he had been told not to touch the cans that occasionally appeared in the fridge and he obediently left them alone.

He wasn't familiar with the smell or the taste or even the more subtle signs of a person under the influence, and in all of his researching this "prom" thing he had failed to learn the universal rule: the punch was always spiked.

So even when the punch tasted a little strange, he shrugged it off as being the way it was supposed to. It was very rare that he drank anything that wasn't water, milk, or green tea, but this was apparently a staple of a school function like this, and he was thirsty... At least the taste got less noticeable as time wore on. Everything else seemed to, too.

At first he hovered by the table, trying hard to focus on keeping an eye on everyone and making sure there was no hanky panky out on the dance floor and generally trying to keep himself distracted from his woes over not graduating. But as the evening wore on, he became much less interested in what was going on around him. His perfect posture became a bit of a slouch, he stumbled both over his words and his own feet, and overall he was just so... obviously wasted.

At which point during this trainwreck will you encounter him?

Edited 2013-06-01 03:36 (UTC)

The point of the wreck where it obviously starts becoming a wreck, of course.

After meandering around the hall for a bit, Chiyo, with her pretty blue dress, thought to go ahead and get herself a drink and take a glance at what the refreshments table had to offer. She saw Kiyotaka over by the punch and thought, "That looks pretty good." and sauntered on over. She wasn't sure if he was serving it, or if everything was self-service, so she simply tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Hello!" she chirped, feeling rather merry. "May I ask what you're drinking?"

Because it was the turning point where things were becoming a trainwreck, it took him a few seconds of looking between Chiyo and his drink to comprehend what he was being asked. How strange.

"Thiiis," he slurred, stalling another second to find the words, "is the drink from that bowl right over there!" He made a sweeping gesture with the same hand that held the plastic cup, sloshing a bit over the edge. Fortunately, it just missed staining his uniform.

"It is for everybody, ssso you may have as much as you like! However, it's important to share it."

Somehow Chiyo found his behavior and slurring to be rather adorable and let out a giggle.

"Of course! It's always a good thing to share. Thank you for showing me where it is. It looks delicious," she said lightheartedly and went to get herself a glass. She came back and raised her glass slightly, inviting him to clink glasses with her. "Well, here's to a wonderful prom!"

As someone who'd never really made that kind of toast, he just kind of stared at her cup for a second before raising his own. There was no clink, but it was close enough, right?

"Yes, it should be an enjoyable evening!" Even if he started it absolutely miserable and was still having second thoughts about being here and not back in his dorm ~~crying bitter tears~~ studying or something. But he had to show his support for the people who did have to graduate, and it was a school function in the end, so here he would remain until the end of the night.

He frowned a little.

"...Actually, I have never been to an event like this before."

She didn't mind the lack of clinking and happily took a sip of her drink, to which, she immediately made a face in puzzlement and stared at the liquid quizzically. Weird. That was a very... strange taste. It was a bit sweet, probably due to it being punch, but it was also, how to say... bitter? Was punch normally like this?

...Eh, oh well. Not like that really mattered. Punch was still punch and she figured she'd get used to it. She still listened to Kiyotaka intently and took on a bit of a surprised expression at what he admitted.

"Really?" She glanced at him curiously and then smiled gently. "It's also my first time being at an event like this, too. Are you enjoying yourself?"

Who is this smelly boy next to the punch? Where did he get that straw from?

And why is suddenly Ms. Whitney Houston (RIP, forever in our hearts) signing "Where Do Broken Hearts Go" ?

Sniff. SNIFF.

Oh god, what was that smell.

That's vintage Apple Kid, right there.

"Hi," said Apple Kid. "Who are you?"

"Good evening," he replied automatically, although his nose wrinkled. What WAS that. What had this guy been doing? Rolling around in garbage before coming to a formal event? No, it had to be something close by instead...

"My name is Kiyotaka Issshimaru! I head the Disciplinary Committee!" What if he just leaned his head back subtly. Except he wasn't a subtle person when he was sober, let alone now.

"You were in the stadium for the team building activities, weren't you?" He was still clear-headed enough to remember that much.

"Yes, I was," replied Apple Kid. "The punch was in the top 14% of punches that I have had at this school."

"If you lean your head back another two degrees, you're likely to stumble backwards," he added.

"Mister Ishimaru!"

Pulse seemed to pop up right in front of Kiyotaka, happy to see a familiar face in the crowd, though his expression quickly turned to concern once he took in the uniformed boy's stature, quite a bit off from the upright stiffness which Pulse was familiar with.

"...Are you all right, sir?"

His reaction was delayed by a few seconds, and even at that it was just a clumsy, vaguely surprised-looking movement of the head. "Oh... good evening...!"

Now that Pulse mentioned it, he wasn't feeling that great at all. When did that start happening, exactly? It wasn't anything like a flu bug.

"Actually... I am not sure if I am all right after all... But I'mmm certain I can overcome this!"

Pulse cocked his head to one side. He wasn't any kind of medical expert, but he could tell that something was terribly off.

"...Sir, I think that you might need to sit down for a while. Would you like for me to find you a chair?"

I'll be there for you

the one where kiyo-tan gets progressively more drunk throughout the evening

Why hello thar, Kiyotaka.

oh hey chiyotaka

Chiyotaka~ <3

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