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

Finally, the Headmaster decided that enough mingling was enough, and 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 and 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."

He paused for a brief moment, coughing and shuffling something behind the podium.

"With that said, let us celebrate today's achievement and thus, I present to you Smash Academy's graduating class of 2013."

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 2013."

[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!]

He still hurt. His burns were healing, but his wounds had yet to fully heal, having externally patched up while internal organ damage still required time. What was fatal for any human was just a nasty injury for him. Those busted-open holes the expulsion of electricity dealt his intestines? Bad, but treatable. The half-disintegration of a few ribs? Whatever. They'll grow back. If not, he can deal without them.

Therefore, Shadow had no complaints about having to chaperone. The hospital staff did, but he hardly gave a damn what they thought. He demanded to be released today, through with having to sneak out and yearning to just be free. They settled for very frequent outpatient care, after a hell of a long time spent convincing them, and here he was. He was a tad late, having missed the entire graduation itself and only making it for the prom, but it would still do. If not, well, looks like his paycheck was getting docked this month. Big whoop.

He strode in as if he was perfectly fine, all of his bandaging gone and his burns having healed. His little patch of fur on his arm that got shaved even grew back! That was quick. Then again, he only had the body of the Ultimate Lifeform to blame for speedy recoveries, even in the sense of fuzz.

He stepped towards the back of the area, keeping in range enough to watch the students, but staying away enough to (hopefully) avoid any unnecessary contact.

He was going to pointedly ignore the pain in his abdomen right now. Yes, that would do just fine.

It wasn't where he wanted to be. He hadn't wanted to go at all, not even in the years prior, but for one reason or another he was. And he knew that was because instructor obligation was... well. Instructor obligation.

So he stood in the outfit Furiae had tailored for him, for just such an occasion and stood a little away from one of the snack tables. Arms folded over his chest, he seemed perfectly content to just watch. At least to make sure nothing would go horribly wrong.

It didn't seem too different from Renais.

There were some clear cut differences, of course, yet Eirika hadn't seem displeased by any of it. Rather that she was vaguely amused by the similarities. The graduation itself was simple and to the point, which she found to be pleasant. But considering it was the first graduation she'd ever attended, she hadn't known what to expect.

Prom itself, was... intriguing. Pretty outfits, pretty people, interesting music that she wasn't accustomed to. And she was right, there was food and dancing. With hands at the skirts of her dress, she seemed the slightest bit antsy. Or maybe it was just that for as familiar as it seemed, she felt a bit out of place.

This was nothing like he expected. And Connor felt he seemed entirely out of place.

When the party started though, he stuck around. Unsure of how to be...particularly social. Some of the music seemed a bit out of taste, and Connor was not one for much dancing. Well, he would...try to if you wanted but.

Most of the time, he stood in a corner surveying the place in his rather seemingly shockingly formal wear. Which was a funny story of asking around like a dunce about how to don appropriate dress...finding and paying a tailor to fit him into one...and so forth. He felt stuffy actually. He still wore his braid and his claw necklace though. So whatever the hell was up with him was this...rustic gentleman thing. Weird. No cologne either, that stuff was terrible to smell when it came to his attention.

So either a chair, corner, or by the food (unsure if he wanted to eat it though).

~~BUT YOU'RE GOING TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH ABOUT IT.~~

Fortunately, it had taken Desmond very little time to figure out exactly where he lived in this new dimension of reality (he may or may not have procured his employee files from the office of the bar he woke up in). Once he located his surprise home, he was more than pleased to find that not only did he live in a somewhat decent apartment but his parking space in the complex was occupied with a motorcycle not too dissimilar from the one he left in New York.

Well, he didn't have an explanations for this crazy shit but he was sure as Hell going with it.

So after getting some directions from rather unruly characters within the city limits, Desmond had managed his way to the academy just in time to find a prom at the end of a musical rainbow. He didn't know what to expect, but truth be told, a party was not one of those things. The normalcy of seeing a celebratory student affair in action was disorienting in the grand scheme of Desmond's most recent life, but overall?

Well, it kind of brought a smile to his face.

So he'd do some sneaky sneaking in in his street clothes, mostly hoping to find anyone familiar to bring him some ease. If Connor was here and he himself was as well, maybe he'd get lucky and find faces he could put names to. Though he could think of a few he'd rather avoid, too.

Better late than never. Blue was there, flitting to and fro. She had a list of people she wanted to bother, but seemed like she was incredibly accommodating to anyone that approached her instead. If you looked at her, she'd smile back and maybe wave.

Approach?

Bulba knew how these things went. While he still didn't look completely comfortable in his dressy attire, he didn't feel completely out of place. There was a little bit of a nervous energy around him, since he was sort of on a mission, but he was in a good mood regardless.

Sometimes he was standing over there, ripe for botherings. Other times he had already caught sight of someone he wanted to bug, and was moving up next to them to touch them on the arm.

Vivian had gotten better at using her computer and reviewing the network, taking note of calendar events and making sure to attend them. She had decided she wanted to understand humans better, since there seemed to be such an overwhelming response surrounding her previous incarnation as a sentry turret. Since she was under the impression there was no going back to her old body anymore, Vivian knew she had to make the proper adjustments.

She kept most of this in that little ol' head of hers, crowned with swirls of silver hair that for this event was kept down in a beautiful braid. In fact, she was actually rather lovely today! Who the heck was responsible for that?

In any case, Vivian remains unarmed and has been keeping out of trouble, but other than wandering around and observing what everyone else is doing, she looks rather lost. She remains by the food and seems to be admiring some rather colorful cupcakes.

Edited 2013-05-31 19:58 (UTC)

Mukuro was standing against the wall, near the buffet table with a glass of punch in her hand. She looked appropriately po faced even if she was dressed for the occasion. This felt weird. Hope's Peak had culture festivals and whatnot, but never so much a dance on this scale during graduation. Graduation was a solemn occasion, with appropriate polite applauses as people received their diplomas.

She was never one for being incredibly social, so she's more content simply to watch every else on the dancefloor, chatting and generally having a good time. Watching, never saying or doing anything apart from the occasional sip from her cup.

Nostalgia was a wonderful thing. It seems that Riley had found an appropriate time to come back - during graduation. Of course he returned when some were leaving, when loose ends were being tied. In a sense, is that not what he was doing in coming back here? Tying the loose ends in his life.

Which were what, exactly? He wasn't entirely sure, but he was merely guided by a feeling that he should come back to resolve something within himself.

So there was a hatted individual in a sharp suit moving around the crowds. Those with a keen eye may see the occasional blue haze trailing him - though that was probably just the light. Or was it?

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)

Cress could be found virtually all over the place, dressed in a swanky blue vest and slim-fitting (highwater, kill him) black slacks, doing all of the things one would like to do at a prom such as this. He's got his hands in the food table and all over the dance floor, and for him, this is social hour, so he'd love to stop and chat. More than that, how about a dance?

He'll be spending much of the night with Celes, but when he's free, he's available for one-on-one mingling. As the night wanes, he may even start to get a little tipsy because that punch is a real kick. What's a little alcohol? Just... don't overdo it please. Cress.

He could do without the robots chaperoning the place, though. He will be staying far away from those. They set him on edge.

Knuckles actually loved Prom. He went every single year. It was great to take Goombella out and show her off in her pretty dresses and make sure she had a good time. But as attentive a date as he was ("You want a glass of punch, baby? I bet it's spiked again this year!") He also made time to say Hi to as many of his friends as he could and chances were high that there was a spot on his dance card if you wanted to cut a rug with the Echidnamin. He was actually a pretty decent dancer so your toes had no reason to fear the tread of his weighted shoes.

Oh god. PROM. This was like a dream come true for Chiyo. Her first very own ball, or so she'd like to see it. The moment she heard of the event, she searched high and low for ways to obtain a dress. The wonders of online shopping then graced her with its presence and she had an excellent time browsing through the web for the perfect dress.

...and then the idea of actual dresses of princesses came to mind. Oh how she would just love to dress up as her beloved fairytale princesses! And she knew just the one she wanted to dress up as.

Ariel, the Mermaid Princess.

Yes, and so there she was at prom, in her wonderfully blue and sparkly dress, adorned with accessories of pearls and shells, and why of course, a tiara. Because, she was totally going to allow herself to be a princess for the night, just like Cinderella got to spruce herself up for her grand debut. She was feeling so graceful, so magnificent in her grand dress as she wandered through the doors into the hall. Of course, some particular special yellow candy assisted in her collected and rather confident composure. But her eyes... her eyes told all along with her dazzling smile. The place was literally sparkling to her, and made the whole event seem more dreamlike. The occasional fairies flitting about with their singsong giggles added to ethereal moment, too.

But hey, she was happy and that's all that mattered. Because, really, if she wasn't high, she wouldn't have bought that dress, nor would she have attempted to go to prom alone. Or at least go to prom and not hide and make herself a wallflower. Being high as she was, she waltz in proudly with an unrestrained exhilaration. And! She also walked in with a purpose.

Would she be able to find her Prince Eric for tonight?

Somewhere along the line in the night, you might be sitting in one of the fold out chairs near the wall, alternating between staring at your bejeweled shoes and staring at the other residents of the school out on the dance floor, cutting up a rug. You might sigh a little. You were having a good time, canoodling with your friends, drinking the most likely spiked punch. But that adolescent alcohol buzz was really the least of your worries!! You were glad to come to prom and spend time with everyone, but that romantic comedy part of you wondered if maybe, just maybe... You might find your prince charming tonight.

And then. He arrived.

Tall. Blonde. Mysterious glasses. Long eyelashes. A crisp, black suit and tie combo. He looked important. He looked brooding. And he was wearing the hell outta those pants. Normally, you would duck your head, but tonight you were feeling bold (thanks, punch). You steeled yourself, stood, and walked towards him. This was it, you could feel it. This was your someone special.

You opened your mouth to speak your first words, only to be savagely shoulder checked. You tumbled ass first into a small ice sculpture. Your dress was ruined. The mysterious blonde kept walking, not even batting one of those heavily eyelashed eyes at his brutal and efficient dismissal. One thing flashed through your mind, and one thing only:

What a prick.

Regardless, Byakuya Togami was here, and he was on a mission. An actual, literal mission, as fate would have it. A mission to see if the dead really could walk the earth. He was about to find out, no matter how horrific and gaudy the environment.

Initially, Gold had planned on asking Green to the prom. He had doubts about whether the older trainer would say yes, but he had thought it would have been worth a shot, anyway. But when Gold returned from Hyrule to learn Alorah had been hurt in the city, she was the only person he could think to ask. He'd even asked his mom for extra money to get Alorah whatever dress she liked!

Gold was dressed up fairly nice; he even smoothed out his hair. Although he arrived with Alorah- and mostly stayed by her side for the evening- Gold was around to mingle or dance with others, too.

As usual, Cyrus was watching the refreshments to make sure nobody altered them. With these drugs out there, that role was more important than ever. His pokémon had joined him, with Houndoom positioned under the table, hidden beneath the skirt, ready to sniff out anything suspicious.

His white suit was more than a little conspicous, but he was never one for stealth anyway.

...A social function being prom, and a social function meaning something you don't want to talk to Henry at. Probably-maybe. Because he's kinda weird, isn't he? Don't talk to weird people.

Okay, so he missed the graduation ceremony. For reasons. And he stumbled on prom entirely by accident, so he didn't dress up for the occasion, wearing his standard outfit and nothing fancier. It was lucky that by chance, his outfit was exotic and fancy enough to be considered a part of the function, but it definitely bore no resemblance to the tuxedos most other men wore.

Still, he looked friendly enough. He didn't seem like one to decline a dance, nor one to say no to a chat. The dark mage could be found flitting around from place to place, and could definitely be found anywhere. No, anywhere.

...Feeling adventurous? Later on in the night, Henry will fall victim to the spiked punch. Feel free to come into contact with him then, but be sure to specify if that's what you want. Especially if you'd like for him to accidentally leave your character with a light curse of your choosing, which they can either gain on the spot or wake up with the next morning. He's a walking disaster.

Edited 2013-06-02 07:13 (UTC)

Another year. Another graduation. Another prom. While Nabooru wasn't exactly proud the way she was when she had her own graduation, she did have to hold a degree of pride in knowing that she was one of the youngest - if not the youngest - members of the faculty.

She dressed appropriately. Something that seemed a little closer to home. It was different than the masquerade, but in the same respects, it was an excuse to dress a little differently. To stand out. Not that she hadn't normally.

She was restless. From one place to another. Checking the punch. Idly checking on the students. Trying to keep a subtle eye on Pit to make sure he wasn't getting into trouble. And eying her fellow staff in wonder as she tried to figure out who she should go annoy. While she didn't think it'd be a particular night to remember on her case, she knew there was plenty of time for that to turn around.

Edited 2013-06-01 13:52 (UTC)

It wasn't where he wanted to be. No really. It... was not where he wanted to be. But he had gone anyway, because it was a requirement. To be honest, Snake had been looking for an excuse to leave. Had to wait for the opportune moment so he could quickly duck out and stay out.

That moment had yet to present itself, which left him stuck in position.

Consequently, he wound up leaned against a farther wall that defined him the epitome of 'wallflower' and stared with about an unamused expression as anyone else would have expected him to have. Maybe he should have brought a box with him as his date.

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INTRODUCTIONS

YOU SHUT UP WHEN MASTER HAND IS TALKING

DID SOMEBODY SAY DIPLOMAS?

THE PODIUM IS OPEN

DISMISSAL AND *~*~*SEGUE TO PROM*~*~*

bother one shadow the hurtyhog.

Caim Chaperones at Prom

DISMISSAL AND ~~SEGUE TO PROM~~