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

drunken fist shooting gun

[icequeen_aran]

Samus was undoubtedly some kind of drunk by now but fortunately not too uncoordinated for something like this. Normally she would have slinked out of the party long ago, but the sweet siren call of battle was hard to ignore... especially one like this that could easily prove threat to innocents.

Even thought she was in naught but a dress and pistol, that wasn't going to stop her from giving a slew of approaching Primids a good asskicking. They clearly had a death wish. Pew pew pew!

[raced_god]

Samus was not, perhaps unsurprisingly, the only faculty member packing heat, though Falcon did not necessarily keep his firearm strapped to his leg. He was quick to settle into a standard back-to-back badass pose, covering her blind spots with the knowledge that she'd do the same for him. Maybe it would have been a little easier if they weren't Under The Influence, but it was kind of too late for that now.

Luckily, the Primids were not necessarily difficult to kill. Unluckily, there were a lot of them.

"You've got three at ten 'o clock," he advised, picking one off.

[icequeen_aran]

Too late for that, but certainly not too late to assume that standard back-to-back badass pose with him--one of the few people she comfortably would.

BLAM BLAM BLAM--her gun responded in essence, followed by three corresponding soft whumps of smoldering Primids. "Three more than you." The playful smirk probably carried in her voice.

She rolled half-way across his shoulder, smoothly transforming her gun into a whip and cracking it at two bumbling Primids. Both went flying (or more accurately, flailing), just as she planned, into his field of view.

"Heads up."

[raced_god]

"Thanks," he answered, picking off the Primids as they fell into his line of sight. It was only natural that they'd both fail to notice a few, what with the giant robot tank fight going on in the background.

That did not, however, mean that Falcon was too busy to have a conversation.

"Don't tell me you're keeping track."

Maybe he said it because Falcon was kind of keeping track. And now it was going to be a contest and he was going to win, just like he won break the targets that one time.