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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"Ha, yeah," said Max, as he put some version of beef on a stick into his mouth and chewed for a moment before swallowing. "But boxes are useful for all sorts of stuff. Not everybody needs to teach kids how to punch each other. I trained my share of new recruits, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, for tank corps. Not everybody's cut out for it. Vinnie's pretty good at it, though. Sorta surprisin' but he can fly a helicopter pretty good now."

"Useful for all kinds of stuff that aren't in a school." Because he wasn't that keen on trying to teach people his tricks of hiding in boxes. Not that that had done much good because so far, he'd been uncovered by a good number of people.

Then he raised an eyebrow, "So you teach helicopter piloting. What exactly does your class consist of anyway?"

"Oh, that ain't for class," Max clarified. "Vinnie's workin' off a debt by bein' an Orange Star soldier. So I'm puttin' him through modified boot camp, couple hours a day. But when you only do boot camp for two hours a day, you don't make that much, yeah? So he's been doin' this for a long time. Normal rate woulda had him doin' helicopter trainin' like two years ago. Class is just how to punch guys good and that sorta thing."

"Working off a debt?"

Snake cocked an eyebrow at the fellow instructor. "What in the hell did he do that he has to work off a debt? From what I knew of him, he seemed like a pretty good kid. But I guess as long as he's working for you well, that's what really matters."

Still though. Working off debts by being a soldier. That didn't really sit well with Snake either. "One of these days, I guess I'll just have to sit in and see what you really do." Just so he could stop making assumptions.

Max hadn't noticed the cocked eyebrow as he was too busy putting beef on a stick in his chewing orifice.

"Yeah, he trashed my tank awhile back," replied Max after he'd finished chewing. "And it costs a lot to get that fixed." It does. It costs upwards of several dollars.

"If you wanna watch pilot practice, you're welcome to. And since it's boot camp, we do physical workouts every mornin' for two hours at 5am, so you can watch me yell things at him while we both run 5k or swim two miles or hit the weight room at 6."

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When he said tank, Snake thought... tank, and just what he'd heard so far from Max, he had a feeling that he wasn't wrong. "You don't say." He was agreeing in his own kind of way, not even wanting to imagine the dollar signs that were attached to just such a repair.

Working off a debt, indeed.

"Starting to sound like my early days," Snake mentioned, wondering how much he wanted to relive said times. But they weren't happening to him, after all. And to be fair, there was still a lot he thought about when it came to warfare and his history - the things he'd seen. The things he'd done.

There was no cure for that kind of thing. "If I find myself up at that hour, guess I'll have to drop on by and watch."

See, if you'd been from a more fun video game, you could have been in the army and had a charming time with root beer and bratwurst eating tours, like Max had. You'd be way less messed up.

"Welcome to join if you want to run or swim," said Max. "As long as you don't mind the yellin'."

There was a lot of that.

Too bad Snake came from a game where he suffered a shitton of PTSD afterward.

He really didn't want to be yelled at. For any reason. At any point in time. Even if it was by a woman. Yelling was yelling and at the end of the day, he just didn't want to deal with it.

"Don't think joining is on my list of prerogatives," Snake admitted. "Watching is good enough." Or doing something like that alone. That would have been fine, too.

I'll be there for you

D E A L W I T H I T

YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD. YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO.

I HAVE... A CONFESSION TO MAKE... YOU... MIGHT WANT TO TALK WITH YOUR MOM ABOUT IT...

GASP. MAX... HAVE YOU BEEN BIG BOSS ALL ALONG??????????

MAX IS BIGGEST BOSS

THEN YOU MEAN YOU'RE PROBABLY GRAMPS.

GRANDFATHER BIGGEST BOSS

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