Don’t worry about the future.

[mansionstaff]

Who: EV ERY ONE
What: Graduation. Prom.
When: The evening of May 31st.
Where: The Stadium.
Warnings: WHO KNOWS

It's a beautiful spring evening at Smash Academy, the barest hints of summer just beginning to touch 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 shadow bug invasion, there seemed to be tensions in need of dispelling. If the Headmaster knew one thing, however, it was that some silly 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, TAG YOUR DUDES, HAVE FUN, and let a mod know about any problems or concerns you might have!

Comments

[inspirethefire]

He pointed over to the punch bowl.

"I've been keeping a close eye on it. So far, no one's tampered with it."

Alas, Hajime was still using standard school punch logic. Still, he wasn't yet showing any new symptoms of foul play.

[iksb]

"I was... not close to many people." You can blame Junko for that, for feeding her self doubt relentlessly. "But we agreed on many things, as the most disciplined out of everyone in our class."

Mukuro's expression becomes pained. There was still a bitter taste and a heaviness in heart every time she talked about her complicit cooperation with Junko in setting up the despair game.

"As much as I could spend much time reminiscing on the friendships formed past, I would much prefer to make new bonds in a forward facing manner."

[iksb]

She nodded, with a half-smile on her face.

"My graduation ceremony was not as... beautiful. But I am glad to participate in this one now." Mukuro definitely felt more at ease.

She picked up another small sandwich of ham and fancy cheese and popped into her mouth.

"There is a Pokemon who takes human form in this campus who enjoys food as well. I do believe that you and him would have much in common."

[mohawk_tomahawk]

Nosy was right, and Connor probably knew one of the very few people who would outwardly ask if something was wrong would be her. Not like Connor was an expert, but he could assume it was a mother thing. He had already faced this problem before and tonight, so he wasn't down about it or anything. Just trying to manage it, trying to move on. Wisen up and pick himself up. He had done this time and time again.

Fine, he shook his head and gave something of a small smile.

"Not something I could not overcome," he answered. "I assure you."

[star_punched]

Mac frowned, largely frowned. She didn't have to do that. If he made her feel that way, then he was a dirt bag. He felt like a big dirt bag.

Mac would pat her shoulder, and speak softly.

"Hey, no, listen. You don't gotta do that. You didn't mean it, how would you have known, huh? It's alright," Mac said in an extremely apologetic voice. "It's nice to meet ya, too."

Mukuro didn't have to bow, she didn't have to do that. Hopefully he made her feel like she didn't have to.

[star_punched]

How long had it been, really? It felt like forever. The longer they talked, the more he thought about his Pokemon friends. Lyra, Red, and N came up in his mind.

So many emails were going to be sent tonight. He wanted to see how they all were.

"Well, you don't gotta worry about business tonight, do ya? I mean, it's a party now. You just got here, yeah? So party it up, there's still a lot of veterans here that remember ya."

[star_punched]

Whoa, when did Ms. Aran do that? When did any lady do that? Never, so it kind of shocked Mac as it happened. Something about her was a bit off, but Mac couldn't dare ask.

"Uh, hey, Ms. Aran!" What could Mac even say to this? He could only muster a stutter. Seriously, what was happening? Mac was entirely confused.

"You, erm, havin' fun?"

[star_punched]

Well this was a night for the books. When Mac received the gift bag, he thought it was, like, party favors! Then hey, that was a cool thing to do!

Then he looked inside.

Then he dropped the bag. On accident, but he still dropped it.

[nottheproblem]

"I actually spoke with them about it before the gathering as well," Ziio confirmed with a succinct little nod. "I chose to do both. Consider it what you will, as I made no implications on my end. I extended equal treatment to everyone and excluded no one."

For as much as he was offended and she had not the intention to offend him, she also didn't have the intention to apologise because she couldn't see a reason to.

[nottheproblem]

"From what I have gathered, there is a counter where you can leave your extra things. Coats, bags, and so on."

Ziio pointed somewhere off behind her because she personally didn't trust someone with her things and just carried it all herself. "You should be able to track it down, have them assign your things to your name, and you can pick everything up when you leave for the night."

[raced_god]

"I would've thought you were a dude," he answered without missing a beat, laughing at the notion. It was, of course, assuming that she'd be in the power suit, which was pretty gender-neutral, and he could imagine that there might be some confusion.

"And you would've pissed me off."

[galleom]

Goodnight, sweet tiny robot.

Or not, as Galleom soon found that its stompin' foot was being lifted not of its own accord. This made Galleom even angrier, to the point where it began wildly firing missiles, not caring where they hit.

Re: INTRODUCTIONS

[will_be_god]

Cyrus did not want to be here. Cyrus wanted to be back putting the finishing touches on his robots. Cyrus came to every graduation and prom so as to enforce order and it was always frustratingly ineffectual.

But he sat there anyway, an unfixed glare pointed in the direction of the podium.

Re: YOU SHUT UP WHEN MASTER HAND IS TALKING

[will_be_god]

Dealt with. That Master Hand addressed it at all, especially in this situation, was suspicious. (if only he knew that Ulki had the same reaction!)

That was another thing he would have his machines seek out.

[galleom]

The bullet's aim proved true and nailed Galleom right in the eye, the giant reeling backwards as its hand slammed into the place where the projectile hit. Temporarily distracted, it staggered before swinging a fist wildly.

Re: Samoose Alan

[will_be_god]

Cyrus didn't usually care about the presence of Samus. He suspected her to be dangerous, but she hadn't acted on it.

But there was something that he simply could not ignore.

"You are not to bring weapons to school events." There was a distinct hostility in his usually flat voice, the threat made clear.

Re: The Incredibly Strange Creature Who Stopped Living And Became A Mixed Up Robot

[will_be_god]

"Have you learned anything observing these events?" Cyrus had suddenly approached, in his odd way of wandering around.

Re: One Alien-Looking Empath

[will_be_god]

Voile was here. Cyrus had known she would be, but the sight of her was still a bit of a surprise.

He had to have a heart of stone, and she was especially adept at chiseling away at it.

Rather than speak with her, he held back, watching her. Perhaps if the moment struck...

Re: The Amazing Colossal Eggman

[will_be_god]

[Glare. Glare. GLAAAAAAARE]

[nottheproblem]

"I have something that might help."

Like a special goody bag filled with unmentionable goodies. Except Connor might not appreciate it. Or perhaps he would. It was hard to say where he was concerned. But she'd wind up giving it to him anyway at some point. It was important for her son to be responsible too, as much as she wanted more grandchildren in addition to Desmond.

"Care to tell me what was going on? Or is it too private."

Re: this guy is definitely not supposed to be here

[will_be_god]

This was a distinct threat to order. This was exactly the sort of thing Cyrus attended to prevent.

Well that and people spiking the punch. But any sort of disorder and aberrant behavior. And a rampaging shadow bug certainly fell under that umbrella.

Before acting, he assessed the situation. They were in the stadium, after all, an arena known for its high technology. But there was usually a give, some way to tell that something was a simulation.

This had no such factor. This was disturbingly real.

"Gyarados! Aqua Tail!" In a flash, the sea serpent materialized and struck, jets of water guiding its tail against the creature.

If that didn't work, he would have to use Earthquake. Amidst all the attendees, there was bound to be collateral damage, but that was the price to pay for order.

"Honchkrow, Embargo!" An identical flash, and the crow summoned a massive X carved in midair. If there were any items this creature had, it would be unable to use them.

[nottheproblem]

She thought about grabbing it for him and handing it back, but she didn't. She also thought about giving him a talking to about it, but she didn't.

"There's nothing breakable in it," she reassured him. "You can leave it at the counter where you came in and they would offer it back when you depart for the night." Or morning as the case could have been.

[liberatedempath]

"Oh, so you are not taking back your previous position as an instructor..." Voile nodded and folded her arms over her chest. "What kinds of things are you researching? Or supervising, I guess. If I'm allowed to ask, I mean. If it's top secret, you don't have to tell me!"

But she still really wanted to know.

[liberatedempath]

She could just barely see the bottom of his plate and there wasn't a lot to see. Piled was almost an understatement. But at least he wasn't eating like a barbarian. Yet as she listened to him, she had to wonder how many of their days were spent with him talking about food and her just simply taking it all in and making a note of what he didn't like.

(The list of foods he didn't like was bound to be shower than the foods he did.)

"...... It's... nice that you're so thoughtful about what you're eating, Sonny. I wonder, though, you ever think about life outside of food and the grumbling of your stomach? What about your future? Or dreams? Or something."

And then there's this asshole

[will_be_god]

Cyrus was, as usual, stationed by the punchbowl making sure nobody could spike it.

It was a boring job but somebody had to do it. And it was his usual priority, because drunkenness could lead to violence or passion, his other areas of condemnation.

In short, he's got a stick up his butt so massive that whoever pulls it out would probably be crowned the rightful king of England.