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

[mediumdivided]

Yamada practically had x-ray vision for these kinds of things, intentional or not. And this was startlingly intentional. His fingers wiggled through the bags contents, cautiously, almost shyly until he knew for sure what he was dealing with.

"Ziio-sensei..." He muttered, pudgy cheeks tinted red. The fingers that came out of the bag were a bit more gregarious, pinching one of these to behold. Talking about your fapping habits freely and without remorse behind the safe veil of the internets was fine and well, but in person? With a hot teacher no less? This was lewd. This was naughty. This was... oh... oh he was already getting ideas for a new school-themed AU doujinshi...!

There were many questions to ask. He started as coolly as he could: "...H-How did you know?" Super cool.

[nottheproblem]

Ziio was blissfully unaware of Yamada's cycle of thoughts and that was probably for the best. But just by eying him, she had a suspicion that something wasn't right, or had the potential to go horribly wrong. She eyed him for many moments, unsure of what his question really meant.

"Excuse me?" which was one of the first times it actually sounded like a question rather than just another one of her deadpan statements. "What are you talking about?"

Nothing like opening doors to the point of no return.

[mediumdivided]

"..."

[mediumdivided]

".............."

[mediumdivided]

"That I am a Capricorn."

And totally not a virgin!!!!

[nottheproblem]

Ziio simply stared at him. A what, then? "You don't look like an animal." But they had all those pokemon things. "Where's your ball? Who owns you." Because that was how it worked, right.

[mediumdivided]

EXCUSE YOU, HOT CONDOM-GIFTING TEACHER. "A ba--?!" That was totally not how it worked and you made him like inst-indignant. "No, I'm not a gijinkafied Pokemon or Digimon or battling ball-captured capsule monster. This isn't genjitsu!"

How could she seriously be gifting him with condoms and not know Pokemon or ninjas? Jeeze.

"Assuming you're actually serious, that's my horoscope--western zodiac." Plebeian.

[nottheproblem]

PLEBEIAN. WHY YOU...

"You will find that I lack much in the way of humour," Ziio countered with a somewhat clipped tone. "I admit that I am not familiar with the western zodiacs. My people believe in symbols of the earth, the dreams, power sometimes in the stars, and Iottsitíson and her story. I have heard of no Capricorn."

[mediumdivided]

How was this woman even real?

"Then certainly your people also believe in the Art of Ero, the Pillars of Hentai, the great experience of self-love."

[nottheproblem]

Most of that was foreign to her, also. Self-love not so much, but it bordered along those concepts of things people didn't really speak of. And it reminded her that no matter how she accepted her class position, that she was still evidently of her own people. And that was almost a relief.

"Not by any fancy name," she began somewhat thoughtfully. "I usually leave that kind of conversation in my classroom." If she had to have it at all.