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!]]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0d27679i-X4

[icequeen_aran]

[Truly he's come a long way since needing dancing lessons from Blacky and calling it impressive that he didn't step on anyone's toes. Much the same Samus has come a long way in accepting and even embracing a social and intimate act such as dancing. It was nice feeling his body flush to hers, close enough that she could almost hear his heart beat in some moments, and in the next swaying away from him to see the whole ensemble (and his two left feet if that's what it was) at work.

There wasn't a lot of room up here to get crazy but swaying to the rhythm with him was always enjoyable, and no one else could really compare at this point. The dances with Jeff and his once diminutive statute have long since grown up and left. The dances with Snake may as well have never even been there at all. The dances with Caim were little more than a mask for both of them.

Years of dances, all different, and none had her coming back as much as Falcon's.

None had her shivering with an unknown anticipation at hearing those words whispered into her ear. They fortified the act, made it real and concrete and not just an idea. They were dressed for it. Prepared for it. Dancing for it. About to celebrate a new and kind of scary but also really exciting chapter in their lives.]

I'm getting married with you, Douglas Aran.

[It was just a chapter that wasn't going to take place here.]

[boostpower]

I thought we agreed to hyphenate.

[He is really super trying not to start this argument again, but it is hard, especially when his fake last name is very much a huge part of his identity to the point where sometimes he forgets that he made it all up.

They're totally not even going to use a hyphenated last name, because to imply any sort of interpersonal relationship between them will spell doom for them both, but it's clear this is going to be a sticking point for the rest of their existence together, probably.]

Falcon-Aran.

[It sounds better with his name first.]

[icequeen_aran]

We can hyphenate.

[Noticeably she was otherwise silent to what parts were getting hypothetically hyphenated in what order but hey it was a start. They'd already argued about this before and probably would again. Ideally not on their last dance night.]

Only because you agreed.

[That didn't mean she still couldn't fuck with his head about it.]

[boostpower]

Good.

[Really, he's glad that she drops it at that. They can argue about it later. Right now he has a pressing need to twirl her out, pull her close, and dip.]

Did you leave notes?

[Samus already said she took care of goodbyes, but Falcon isn't sure what that means. He can't imagine she'd do them personally.]

[icequeen_aran]

I left a few notes.

[Personal goodbyes were still too personal even when she was given the very precious opportunity to actually say goodbye. She was grateful for that much, and it needed to be that way--not too personal.]

I might miss the firehouse a little. [She'll take those twirls and dips, and even return one of her own.] I don't think I've ever stayed put in one spot for so long before.

[boostpower]

Nice of you.

[Falcon, too, will miss the firehouse, if only because it's something they built together, and it's a bit hard to let that go. Packing it up and seeing all their hard work cleaned out was more difficult than he was willing to admit.]

It's not going anywhere.

[In that, if they ever need to make a pit stop, it will be there. He doesn't anticipate returning, of course--they've got new real estate, but it's nice to have the option, if they ever feel nostalgic.]

[icequeen_aran]

Maybe.

[Half the forest just outside of the school had been burned to the ground, the city utterly leveled in the Aparoid war, and the school completely flooded only a couple of years ago. Smash miraculously stood the test of time, somehow, through its own sheer resilience. Maybe the firehouse would too. If it did become a home lost it would be just another one for her to add to the list.

She was only looking forward to the new one more with each passing dance step.]

[boostpower]

[Falcon lets the conversation hang there, continuing to sway to the music, resting his forehead against her shoulder and thinking about all the many things that brought them to this exact moment.

He remembers being uncertain, being angry, being so sure that he was just a replacement. So many years on, he can't believe he ever felt any of those things at all. It takes him a moment before he realizes the next song has started.]

Time to go, I think.

[icequeen_aran]

Time to go.

[She affirms and leans in to steal a kiss. They've come such a long way. She'd feel an ache in leaving behind a home for the third time in her life but was consoled that it was by her choice this time. This was her choice, after so many hard choices and challenges that came before it.

Samus was choosing to spend it with Falcon.]

[boostpower]

[He guesses, if this is goodbye, that there are worse ways to go about it. He leans into the kiss, and, when it's finished, pulls away, her hands in his, letting her lead him to the Flyer. Falcon never had a choice, when it came to following her. He'd cross galaxies, and she wouldn't even have to ask.]

Let's go home.