I'll be there for you

[mansionstaff]

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.



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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[continentalcross]

It hadn't taken too long. Long enough, thought Togami, who had grown tired of pushing and shoving his way through drunk students covered in satin and sequins. But there, clear as day, was Hall Monitor Kiyotaka Ishimaru. Walking around, breathing, face flushed with blood that was most definitely not gathered in a puddle around him on the floor. Togami was never one for sentimentality, but he could have sworn his heart had skipped a beat. He was alive. How? How was it even possible? This truly was a different kind of place. A strange, paradoxical land. How much did the other boy know, he wondered? He took a step forward, voice still reflecting his shock, not sounding like himself at all.

"Ishi..."

... Wait a second. Was he WALKING AWAY? Was Ishimaru WALKING AWAY from BYAKUYA TOGAMI?! Oh, fuck no. Fuck the wonder, fuck the shock, it's all bullshit. All that mattered now was the disrespect. Togami's voice took on a much more familiar edge as he yelled out louder.

"OI!"

[forgetbeam]

The only reason he stopped was because he was so used to Mondo calling out for his attention like that, even though he was of sound enough mind to know that it was not his brother's voice. A dull, vague fear nagged at the back of his mind as he turned around. Had his intoxication been spotted? Was Major Kisaragi going to get him expelled? It was bad enough he hadn't been able to graduate this year, but if he was kicked out before he could for involuntarily drinking--!

Hey, wait a minute, that wasn't Jin at all.

"...We've met..." Yes. In case the other guy was not aware. He narrowed his eyes a little, trying to place those ugly glasses that face.

"You..."

Wait for it...

"Oh! I remember now! Yooou're Byakuya Togami!"

Keep waiting...

"...But... What are you doing here, exactly?" Was this even real? Oh god, how drunk was he?

[richasshole]

This was a complete fuckin' travesty. Not only did Ishimaru smell like a booze cruise, his recognition was shaky at best. Was this even the same guy? Togami clenched his fists, glaring daggers into the shorter boy.

"Looking for Naegi, looking for you. You're supposed to be dead, and you're asking me what I'm doing here?! Are you high?"

He made a show of bringing a hand up to his nose as it crinkled.

"As if I couldn't smell the drink coming off you in waves. I thought you were a hall monitor, but I guess your insufferable obsession with rules ended around the same time as your lifespan?"

[forgetbeam]

Wow, just because Kiyotaka was aware of the fact that he was supposed to be dead didn't mean he wanted to hear about it. Ever. Especially not from the guy who, he was foggily remembering, had such a blatant disregard for human life. Dead bodies were just playthings to him, weren't they? That was right... He couldn't believe he'd forgotten how messed up he was.

There were other things about that trial that were more prominent in his memory, after all.

He didn't even have the time to dwell on any of that. Right now, he was much more concerned with the fact that Byakuya had caught on to his drunkenness. Was it really that obvious!? He'd thought he'd been hiding it well enough... Who else knew?

"I'm not..."

No, even drunk, he knew he couldn't lie. He made a miserable attempt at straightening up anyway to try to make it look like it wasn't actually that bad. "The drinks were tampered with! I would... nnnever...!"

[continentalcross]

Byakuya flicked hair out of his eyes, and gave Kiyotaka a sideways look.

"Save it. Regardless of the fact that you're a sloppy drunk, you didn't miss a beat when I referenced your death. So I guess you know that part. How much do you know, exactly? Or can you formulate a worthwhile sentence?"

He sighed.

"I should just ask you later. There's way too many questions for you to handle right now."

[forgetbeam]

He wanted to argue that he could handle all those questions because a little booze was not going to keep him from giving everything his all, but... he was, admittedly, having trouble focusing on each and every one. Not to mention he had so many of his own, like, what was Byakuya even doing here?

(He'd already forgotten that it was the first thing he'd asked.)

"I know everything... that... Naegi told me." He spoke carefully, thinking it would keep him from stumbling over his words, but he didn't realize that it just made him sound slower and stupider. "Did you... know that he is here as wellll?"

It's like like Byakuya, you know, already mentioned him or anything.

[continentalcross]

"Did I know that Naegi is here-- I suppose I would have to, if I showed up with the intent of talking to him. Which I did. As I said. Two minutes ago."

You got the dismissive wave, Kiyotaka. There would be time enough for grilling. Now was not that time.

"'It's a pleasure to see you alive and well.' That's what Kirigiri wanted me to say. We saw your news story, somehow. Looks like you're famous. At least you've had experience being on trial."

[forgetbeam]

"You... saw that?"

WHOA. That was sobering. And depressing. This night just kept getting worse and worse. He brought two fingers to his temple, pressing down hard. How did one cure drunkenness or else how long did it take to go away?

He definitely did not see the appeal of drinking on purpose.

"I will explain everything when... when I have recovered!" Please let that be soon. Good thing as soon as intoxication went away he could spring right back and go about his daily life with no painful aftereffects or anything. That was how it worked, right. "Ssso do not..." He trailed off with no particular point in mind, squeezing his eyes shut.

[continentalcross]

Byakuya took a step to the side, to the immediate left of the hall monitor, which also happened to put him within arm's reach of a bowl of punch. He spooned a single ladle full into a plastic cup, and brought it up to his nose to smell. He glanced at Kiyotaka as he inspected the drink.

"Do not what."

[forgetbeam]

Do not what, indeed. He couldn't even remember what he was about to say. Something like do not leave before I can clear things up, mostly likely, but now there was a much more pressing matter.

"Oh! Do not drink that!! One of them... one of them already... It wasss alcohol!"

[continentalcross]

"You don't say," he responded, voice dripping with sarcasm, "How shocking."

He knocked back the miniscule amount of spiked punch in a single swig, and tossed the empty cup in the trash.

"It tastes like paint thinner and cough syrup. How on earth did you continue drinking this enough to get to the state you're in?"