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

Buzzkill Mcgee

[inspirethefire]

Prom is known for being a highlight for many students, celebrating the graduation of the senior class, a rite of celebration and accomplishment. Returning students revel in their having made it through the year, a festivity for the respite of summer laid ahead of them. It was a show of unity between students, and for that Hajime could not resist attending.

Unfortunately, with as lousy a mood as he'd been in for the last couple weeks, Hajime couldn't bring himself to do more but lurk against the wall, sunburned and dour, weighing down on the atmosphere he'd intended to uplift. Gold star for trying, kid.

Re: Buzzkill Mcgee

[ihateplumbers]

Bowser blew a kiss across the room to Hajime, and winked.

[inspirethefire]

Hajime did a pretty respectable job of pretending not to notice.

Re: Buzzkill Mcgee

[forgetbeam]

But was Hajime ready to be TRULY SWEPT OFF HIS FEET BY A DASHING PRINCE?

Well, too bad. He was going to get Kiyotaka instead. And boy, was he glad to finally find a good friend to gravitate towards in the midst of this miserable event.

"Oh! Hajime! You are looking much better today!" Grumpy disposition aside.

Re: Buzzkill Mcgee

[inspirethefire]

Sullen as he may appear, the approach of his ~super duper buddy~ helped to brighten Hajime's disposition. He raised a cup of (thus far unadulterated) punch in greeting.

"I've certainly been worse. Hopefully my appearance hasn't disrupted the festivities too much." See, he's trying to be lighthearted about his ugly mug. He's doing so great. Look at all this moping he's not doing.

"You look rather dashing yourself. It suits you, Kiyotaka. Do you want to make out behind the bleachers"

[forgetbeam]

He grabbed Hajime's hand and pulled him toward the bleachers without another word and

"I'd much rather be wearing the school unifrom," he confessed, crossing his arms. But having Hajime compliment it meant a lot more than the lady at the rental place passing out canned praise without a second glance.

"Wait, what are you drinking?"

Do not trust any food ever in this school.

[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.

[forgetbeam]

"Nobody saw anything suspicious last year, and it still managed to get a good number of people drunk!"

He would never forgive anybody ever. Not for that. Not for making him drink on school grounds.

"But if you feel fine, it must be safe... But stay alert! With both of us watching, there's no way anyone will get their hands on it!"

There was not even a remote possibility of something kicking in later.

[inspirethefire]

little did he know hajime was standing still because he'd fall down drunk next time he moved

[inspirethefire]

"Ah! You needn't concern yourself. I'm not going anywhere tonight, and I believe you have a date to attend to."

It's okay, leave him alone. Go have fun with your girlfriend. He's fine, here. By himself. With his drink.

Re: Buzzkill Mcgee

[glazedandconfused]

WOW look who was not having any fun.

Sure, Aoi was nervous and apprehensive and maybe a little uncomfortable in her dress, but Hajime looked downright miserable, and it almost made her feel bad for not enjoying herself to the fullest. Perhaps. Perhaps she could help him enjoy himself, and feel a little less nervous herself.

"Hey, Hajime!" She called, waving over at him. "What are you doing by yourself?"

[inspirethefire]

There was no point in taking out his frustrations on his fellow students, so Hajime tried to brighten up a bit with Aoi's greeting. Alas, even when he summoned up a smile, it looked more like a grimace than anything else.

"I'm afraid I've picked up some bad habits, lately." Avoiding people so they don't get hurt, you know, whatever. "You look lovely, Miss Asahina." The silver lining: he was so busy trying not to look pissy he forgot to be embarrassed.

[glazedandconfused]

"Oh, uh, thanks!" She replied, still not quite used to being complimented that way. "You look really nice, too!"

She may have been a little on the dim side, but Aoi could certainly recognize when someone was not exactly functioning at 100%. It also may have had something to do with the fact that Hajime seemed to be afflicted with the worst sunburn she'd seen in a long time.

"Hey, are you feeling all right?"

[inspirethefire]

He tried to keep the smile up, but it was waning by the second. The mere thought of him looking "really nice" at the moment required effort not to snort. By her question, he figured the grin for a lost cause, and gave up on it.

"I've... been better, I must admit. I'd hoped attending this affair might lift my spirits, but I suspect I've only dampened others'."

[glazedandconfused]

"Are you sick?"

She felt a little better asking that now that he'd basically confirmed he wasn't feeling well--why come out here if you weren't feeling well?

"Don't worry. I have just the thing for when you're sick. Besides rest and fluids, I mean. Are you getting rest and fluids?"

It was very important to get rest and fluids.

[nottheproblem]

Ziio had made it on her list of priorities to ensure the responsibility of students and faculty alike, which meant eventually making her way to Hajime's side and offering him a gift bag that looked like it carried unmentionables. And it did.

The bag contained a variety of behind closed door goodies like sensual lotions, rubs, oils, candles, in addition to prophylactics and things referred to as 'morning after's, which she'd thought would be useful.

All the same, it was meant to be a gift in good favour. But it didn't mean Ziio was going to get away as sneakily as she'd appeared.

"Enjoy yourself, but do so responsibly."

[inspirethefire]

"Mm, thank y--"

Wait

wait hold on

Nice work, Ziio, you shocked him out of his funk as he goes even redder.

"Th-the thought is appreciated, Ma'am, but I seriously doubt I'll be needing any such precautions!"

[nottheproblem]

"It is the duty of every student and member of faculty to display a sense of responsibility," Ziio clarified for him. "In the event that something happens you didn't plan, these are your answer. There isn't an implication. It's a matter of..."

How to say it? Because she'd have to use something more modern, she supposed. "Just-in-case."

[inspirethefire]

"E-even so, I... I'm not really... likely to have the opportunity, but..."

Sure, usually he supported all manifestations of better safe than sorry, but he was just a little caught off guard by this one.

"That is, I... where am I supposed to carry this, all night?"

[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."

[thereyouare]

Hey. Hey, Hajime.

"Hello?"

DOWN HERE.

Vivian offered an awkward smile up to him for a second, then quickly tried to shift it to warm and friendly. She was going to make a man friend out of you, Hajime!

[inspirethefire]

He looks down, and blinks. Who's--ah, the robot. He notes the change of hairstyle with a raised eyebrow. Interesting, in a "someone reupholstered the furniture" sort of way.

"Good evening."

incredible

[thereyouare]

"Good... evening," she repeated, wanting to return the same gestures in an effort to impress him. Brown and Taka fighting with him that one day was upsetting, so maybe if she could show him she was more human than he thought, then they wouldn't fight anymore, right? It was her fault so she had to fix it.

"Uhm, Ha..." What should she call him? "Mr. Hajime?" Good enough. "Can I ask you something? Please?"

like no other

[inspirethefire]

Alas, all he had picked up on so far was her ability to take in and regurgitate data presented to her. Naturally, it was all a machine could do, nothing impressive.

Still, as just a simple mirror of the information she collected, he held no grudge against the entity, and saw no reason to deny it seeking further input. "You may."

[thereyouare]

Alright. She's been learning how to do this, mostly with pillows in pants but she never tried asking! So here she goes.

"Can we dance together? Please?"