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!

Comments

[icequeen_aran]

Falcon how dare you get a head start on her.

How dare you touch the butt.

She admittedly flinched and straightened at that, ready to turn around and slap the posterior perpetrator. He was saved only by his good looks. Still, she swatted Falcon's hand away. There was a time and a place for buttouches and she vastly preferred it to not be a public time and place. (Unless she was the one initiating it, then the rules of bounty hunter courtship engagement were obviously very different.)

"After your help I couldn't very well wear my new dress pants, now could I?"

[raced_god]

Falcon, however, would not be deterred by a swat--if he couldn't touch the butt, he would settle his hand on the small of her back, and hope that was acceptable for a public event such as this. If she argued, of course, he was sure that it would devolve into the kind of competitive banter he'd become more than familiar with at this point.

All in all, not a terribly bad end for a butt touch.

He'd almost forgotten about what had happened to her old dress, and shrugged a bit sheepishly.

"This is nicer than dress pants. It's a good color."

[icequeen_aran]

He ruined it by helping. She would not forget the day he accidentally stitched her dress to his pants. It was a good day for a laugh. Not a good day for dresses.

"You're biased." She retorted. "You're very blue biased."

[raced_god]

"Of course I am," he replied as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Blue is my favorite color."

Okay, yeah, it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"And you look good in it. It brings out your eyes."

[icequeen_aran]

She opened her mouth to hit him with another witty retort but none came out, instead her lips softening into a little smile. It was evidence of how their relationship had grown over the years that she would once in a while maybe try to take a compliment of his. It wasn't easy but for him Samus would make a lot of exceptions.

"For the record you would look awful in brown. Especially a brown dress."

It wasn't like his (or her for that matter) attire had a million awful color combinations slapped together ordinarily anyway.

Her hand dipped down and touched

the butt

very quickly.

[raced_god]

"Well, you're in luck, because I don't own any brown dresses."

In hindsight, Falcon should have expected the butt touch, but it caught him off guard anyway and he flinched, hand moving for hers and deciding that entwining their fingers was a much better compromise than back-and-forth butt touches.

"I think I've finally lost count of how many graduations it's been."

[icequeen_aran]

Hand holding in public was acceptable. She could do that.

"Five, now." She said, not daring to admit she second guessed her own answer. That was such an astronomically long time for her. Back in her heyday (ha, heyday--she could reflect back on a period of her life and call it a heyday now) she averaged one big, life-threatening life-changing mission a year. It wasn't as though she hasn't had amany amazing adventures here at Smash Academy, some remarkably life-changing, but was this really the life for her? For him? For them?

"I haven't gone senile yet."

Surely no human could keep doing what they did forever, but she didn't feel ready to... retire. Frankly, she was sure she would've been killed by now by a mission than by a slow stagnating old age. The prospect of that being her end was an awful one that turned her stomach.

"Everyone's graduating and growing up..." She breathed, not able to articulate her mixed feelings about her continually surprising longevity here.