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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[needsmorebiceps]

Suddenly, the light in the room dimmed, as if some massive object was obstructing the luminous spheres that provided the illumination for the room.

A dark shape appeared directly behind Sonny, hulking and impossibly broad. A person-sized appendage stretched out over Sonny's shoulder, took the plate from the Snorlax's hand, and another person-sized limb deposited three rectangular objects into the bewilder'd Snorlax's grasp.

"Macros," said the shadowy behemoth.

[punchtheflute]

"...m-macros..." Sonny replied to the shadowy behemoth, trying not to cry in front of the super cute girl he liked and had asked to Prom despite several hangups that may have otherwise prevented him from doing so.

Max.

Max.

Thanks for this. Thank you. So. Much.

[magicdancer]

Shantae was stunned into silence. How did Max do this? The world may never know. Needless to say, she was unsettled.

Eccentric may not have been strong enough a word.

"Sonny? Are you okay...?"

[punchtheflute]

"I'm fine!" he said, forcing a smile.

...though he could then be heard to mumble under his breath 'I just wanted to eat a lot of little hot dogs and sandwiches.'

It's really not a lot to want out of life.

[magicdancer]

He didn't look fine. She missed what he said under his breath, but she did carefully pat him on the shoulder comfortingly.

[needsmorebiceps]

"Of course he's fine, he's got an apple pie, a chocolate caramel coconut, and a peanut butter pretzel," said the wall of man wearing an impeccable suit from Joseph A. Bara.

[punchtheflute]

Sure I mean those are nice flavors but they're So Small.

"...yeaaaah. I'm fiiiine." Sonny agreed amiably but without any real enthusiasm.

He's going to have to wait till Max is gone and then stuff his pockets with teenie weenies and California clubs. The poor rental tux company was going to keep his deposit. So much mustard and mayo.

[magicdancer]

She leaned over to him to whisper in his ear, "I'll sneak you a sandwich later."

[punchtheflute]

He gave her a much more genuine grin and would have added a thumbs-up if he didn't figure Max would see that and know that they were conspiring.

He raised a hand to scratch at his beard and mouthed 'thanks - you're really nice!' to her, though.

[magicdancer]

She flashed him a wink and a smile in response. "Feel like dancing again?" she asked him, taking his hand to pull him away from the mountain of muscle.

Jim told me to keep ruining this

[tank_rockarms]

"This guy," said Max, putting his hand on Sonny's shoulder, to prevent the tiny slip of a half-genie from whisking him away, "is gonna be get so ripped, you're gonna start callin' him Flex instead-a Sonny."

Exactly why you're probably dating the soft-around-the-edges Snorlax.

Never stop ruining everything

[punchtheflute]

"Sonny Moe Flex reminds me of that Bo Flex thing I see on TV sometimes." Sonny replied, torn between loving Max and being praised by Max and wanting to dance the night away with the girl he liked. The latter was definitely infinitely more commanding of his attention, though, an he squeezed her hand as if to let her know this.

"Maybe some time Shantae could come to the weight room? Y-you know. If you wanted to." he said to her.

[magicdancer]

"We'll see," she said, holding his hand tighter. "I'm pretty happy with my figure as it is. Now my date here owes me another dance," she told Max, giving him a look to try and get Sonny free.

[punchtheflute]

"Yeah! Max, maybe I should go and do that...?" Sonny said, his eyes pleading with the muscular mountain of manhood that he really didn't want to screw up this date with the super pretty belly dancer.

[tank_rockarms]

Sonny, you know as well as I do that you have no eyes, just empty slits in your face where eyes should go.

Max did, however, release his grip on the Snorlax's shoulder.

"You have a good dance, you two," said Max. "Have lots of babies.

[magicdancer]

"We will!" she said. "We won't."

[punchtheflute]

"Genies probably aren't in the Monster Egg group." Sonny grinned, grabbing Shantae's other hand in his. "Thanks, Max! You have a fun night too, OK? Thank you!"