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

[lightyearsaway]

Giant rock snake was apparently just enjoying the party--it wasn't like the stadium had a ceiling, and as long as Onix didn't like, start a mosh pit, everything would be perfectly find. So, clearly not an irresponsible decision on the part of the trainer at all.

And speaking of the trainer, he was quick to poke his head out from behind the giant rock snake guy.

"Max?"

Brock was, somewhat miraculously, dressed for the occasion.

[tank_rockarms]

"Brock?" Max asked, incredulously. "Is that you?"

Because there were lots of other guys who had giant rock snakes lying around.

"And you remember me?"

[lightyearsaway]

Indeed, it was.

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I?"

Max and his gigantic muscles were hard to forget.

[tank_rockarms]

"Lotta guys leave here and come back and forget they ever been here before," said Max. "Now give me a hug!"

Oh no he's.... he's picking you up with his muscles and hugging you, Brock. He's doing it. He's using his unforgettable muscles to do it.

[lightyearsaway]

"Well, I definitely--"

Remember, was what he was going to say, before he was enveloped in a crushing, muscle-bound bear hug. He definitely remembered that.

"Max...my ribs.."

Onix looked vaguely concerned.

You can thank me later

[tank_rockarms]

Max set Brock down, and looked at the concerned Onix. "Rock snake guy, you want a hug, too?"

Max picks up rock snake guy and gives him a hug.

i'll thank you never

[lightyearsaway]

Onix went from looking vaguely concerned to looking very concerned indeed.

"Please don't do that," said Brock.

[tank_rockarms]

Onix weighs but a scant 463 pounds. This is naught to a man of Max's frame.

Max set him down gently.

"I'm just real happy to see you!" said Max, happily. "And I bet rock snake guy doesn't get hugged very much. Where's tentacle guy? I always liked him."

Max looks around to see if tentacle guy is hiding somewhere. Tentacle guy would want a hug.

[lightyearsaway]

As if on cue, Tentacle Guy practically explodes forth from his Pokeball and adheres himself to Max's face.

[tank_rockarms]

Max gently pries Tentacle Guy off of his face.

"Woah there, fella, you don't hug faces, you hug... well a lotta you is face, but you should hug other guys in the chest or the stomach or somethin' instead of the face, alright?"

Max holds him to his chest to allow him to hug his mighty pectorals.

[lightyearsaway]

Thank you for being gentle, Max.

"I guess he missed you too," Brock says, laughing a little nervously. It's hard not to be at least the slightest bit nervous around a guy who can effortlessly pick up your thirty-foot rock snake and give it a hug.

Omastar seems content enough to continue hugging Max's mighty pectors, so Brock makes an attempt to move the conversation forward. "So, uh. How are you? How have you been?"

[tank_rockarms]

PECTORS, GOD OF BROSTRENGTH.

"Uh, last time you were here, was I a blacksmith? I forget when it was that you left," said Max, as Omastar clung to his burly chest.

[lightyearsaway]

"Right, uh..."

He vaguely remembered something like that. Omastar seemed to be satisfied with the hug in the meantime, giving Max's beautiful pec a friendly tentacle-pat as he clambered off the giant tank of a man and onto Brock's shoulder, the gym leader shifting his weight to accommodate the Pokemon.

"I left maybe two...ish years ago?"

[tank_rockarms]

"Yeah, I was just startin' that back then," said Max. "What was goin' on durin' that time is sorta fuzzy sometimes. Been doin' a lot of that, I guess. Teachin' class. Gettin' huge. What about you?"

[lightyearsaway]

"Oh, uh, you know."

Planning a wedding. Having wedding plans interrupted by the League.

"Running the gym, spending time with my family."

HAVING WEDDING PLANS INTERRUPTED BY THE LEAGUE.

[tank_rockarms]

"You've got, like, twenty brothers or somethin' right?" Max asked. "What about your girlfriend, Erika? You still seein' her?"

[lightyearsaway]

"Nine. I mean, I have five brothers. Four sisters." There were not quite twenty of them, but it was a good guess, Max. "There are ten of us total."

Which was still way too many, but at least they were getting older, now, and there was a lot to be said for the inverse relationship between sibling age/autonomy and Brock's stress levels. The oldest after him was holding down the gym, even.

Erika, however, was a bit of a complicated issue--not that there was ever any doubt that the wedding would happen, just that a wrench had been thrown in the works and Brock looked a little embarrassed about it.

"Erika...Erika's great." If not a little cheesed off at the current situation, but hey, he was too--just a touch less overtly. "We're, uh. We're getting married, actually?"

[tank_rockarms]

"Married?" said Max, his eyes sparkling with wonder. "For real?"

Do you need a best man? Do you? Do you want Max to be your best man? Max would make a great best man.

[lightyearsaway]

"Yeah, for real."

Brock didn't understand what that look meant. There was like a half-dozen person line for the best man position at Brock's wedding.

[tank_rockarms]

"So, did you come back to get something... for the wedding?" Max asked, still with that beautiful sparkle.

[lightyearsaway]

This is the face of someone who still did not understand.

"No, uh, I'm doing some research for Professor Oak."

And he was not bitter about that at all.

[tank_rockarms]

"Oh," said Max, the light in his eyes dying out.

"Do you need some help with your research? Or anything else?" Like a wedding?

[lightyearsaway]

"I mean, if you know anything about Mega Evolution..."

Probably Max didn't, though. Brock shrugged.

"Probably not."

[tank_rockarms]

"Nah, I don't know anything about that," said Max.

But then, an idea struck him.

"Hey. How long until your wedding? You set a date yet? Close up or far off?"

[lightyearsaway]

"Well, it's uh...soon. But kind of on hold for a little bit."

For the aforementioned research.

"Do you want to come? I can send you an invite."