This is the time to remember, though they will not last forever...

[mansionstaff]

Who: Everybody! Yeeaaah!
What: Graduation and Prom!
When: The evening of June 8th.
Where: The Stadium.
Warnings: Everything. Everyone. You know who you are. You Know Who You Are.

Whether you've been here every year for what seems like eternity, or this is your first time, nothing quite compares to the feeling of Graduation Day.



The Stadium was decked out in school colors and the lights were bright. The stage was simple, classy and bereft of decoration barring the happy, smiling faces of your Headmasters and Teachers. (Those of them who do smile, at any rate.) Congratulations on your impending steps forward, those of you who made it through the school year! Hope your gowns are clean and your hats are appropriately be-tassled!

Of course, such pomp and circumstance can't go on forever. Once all the formalities and diplomas and congratulatory Hand shakes are out of the way, we have Prom! There's tables and chairs set up at the other end of the Stadium, and a huge table covered in all manner of finger foods guaranteed not to dribble or splatter on your rental tux or beautiful dress - so long as you're careful, anyway. And don't forget the dance floor and the plethora of music picked just for all of you to dance to! Tonight should be a night to remember!

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[[OOC: Hey there, Smashies! You know the drill, right? It's Graduation! Here's last year's if you need a refresher on how this works. The basics go like this - Graduatiuon itself is broken into several parts. Once the last part, Dismissal, is posted up, that's your cue to make your own top-level threads for Prom! But please don't hesitate to continue tagging Graduation stuff.

If you have any problems, don't hesitate to ping a Mod!]]

Comments

[fightingfeffers]

"I just keep myself busy." Fefnir shrugs a bit, not seeing it as much of an accomplishment. He's never been one to live in the past, and he's trying not to let it all affect him. Avoid thinking about it as much as possible. "Do patrols, occasionally break up a fight. Practice in the school's stadium." He's been doing a lot of that. Not quite as intense or rewarding as real combat, but it keeps his skills sharp. "It's not all that different from how things were before the Resistance showed up. There'd be the occasional Maverick, but mostly, it was quiet."

[lovesthepain]

"okay wait never mind you're grounded forever" harpuia decided in light of other threads

"Are you sure about that, Fefnir?" Harpuia asked, tone of voice implying he didn't necessarily believe adjusting to their new circumstances was as effortless as Fefnir was suggesting it was. He had seen how Fefnir had reacted when he'd first heard of Neo Arcadia's fate. He'd seen how poorly Fefnir had handled their first time leaving their armour behind.

"Personally, I can't help but wonder if you're looking for some sort of outlet." He was the deeply passionate, straightforward sort -- not the kind that was so easily compatible to the passivity of their new roles, at least as far as Harpuia believed.

[fightingfeffers]

"Yes, Harpuia, I'm looking for an outlet. That is in fact why I said that I'm just keeping busy." He repeats himself, more sarcastic than deeply passionate, but still as straightforward as ever, at least. "I was correcting you, not agreeing with you. I haven't done anything to actually adapt. I just... do my job. You're the one that's really making the most effort here."

[lovesthepain]

"As usual," Harpuia couldn't resist adding.

"If that's the case... provided you behave during your off hours, I wouldn't be opposed to seeing this stadium. I'm not Zero, but I imagine I could put up a worthwhile challenge." Harpuia may not have liked looking for challenges the way Fefnir or Leviathan did, but sparring was at least something familiar to all of them. He couldn't imagine how long it had been since Fefnir'd had a proper fight to look forward to, either, and that was the best Harpuia could offer.

[fightingfeffers]

"Now, THAT would be fun. The holographic targets I programmed in just aren't enough of a challenge. Having a round or two or two with you would be a great change of pace!" The answer was way, way too long... Of course, knowing Fefnir, he'd probably consider about an hour without a proper fight way way too long, so it doesn't exactly mean that much, but still.

[lovesthepain]

That may be so, but they had precious few things to be looking forward to in this purposeless existence they were stuck with. If he could help with that, even just a little... Harpuia allowed himself to smile, just for a second.

"Then I'll gladly indulge you... just remember: if you behave. I wouldn't mind seeing you putting in as much effort as I am, Fefnir."

[fightingfeffers]

"Hey, I got the suit, didn't I? And look, I'm even wearing it!" Fefnir tugs on the suit's collar for emphasis, inadvertently making it pop and stick out. "How much more effort do you expect me to put in?"

[lovesthepain]

And once again, Harpuia reached over to fuss with Fefnir's suit. There would be no popped collars on his watch. Only the most immaculate and professional of attire allowed.

"Slightly more than the bare minimum would be nice," he suggested. "Do I need to remind you of your blatant misbehaviour when we got fitted for these in the first place?"

[fightingfeffers]

"Harpuia, stop messing with my suit. It's getting on my nerves." He defiantly re-pops his collar out of spite. Fefnir doesn't actually care about the appearance, he's just sick of Harpuia invading his personal space. You're not his mom, Harpuia!

"...So what're you suggesting, then? You want me to go pretend to drink punch for a while, or what?"