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

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.

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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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"Huh. Even stranger that he's alive."

In a case like this, did someone (If they cared.) call PETA? Or just the regular Police?

"He stays alive out of spite," responded Bowser.

It was probably true.

"Yeah, no, I can kind of see it." Joel commented. He really could. There had to be more than glue holding that old battle-axe together and it probably wasn't collagen.

"Met a few like that in my time."

He poured himself a cup of punch, tasted it and grimaced.

"That's definitely fruit punch and six dollar scotch."

Bowser looked at the other punch bowl, which was just a yellow-block bowl at this point.

"And that's a mistake."

It was true. It was a mistake.

"Is it anything? An object from your world or is it just a hunk of yellow... whatever. With eyes. For no reason."

"It's a yellow block. You hit them and they spin around and you can fall through them," said Bowser, as if this were perfectly reasonable. "And why shouldn't it have eyes?"

Doesn't everything have eyes for no reason?

"Is it alive?" Joel asked. Because if not, then, no. It shouldn't have eyes.

"It's a block, why would it be alive?" Bowser asked incredulously.

"If it's not alive, the hell does it have eyes for?" Joel asked, plucking the box out of the bowl and looking it over.

"...think it just blinked at me."

"Lots of things have eyes," said Bowser. "Stars, flowers, blocks, ships, lots of things. It doesn't mean they're alive alive, not like a Thwomp is, anyway."

Thwomps, the blocks that have entire faces, and therefore are alive alive.

"So this thing is normal where you come from? There are blocks with eyes that ain't alive where you come from. Just trying to get it straight that you come from a place where there are blocks, with eyes, that can blink at a guy and that's normal."

Help him understand Bowser Sensei.

Bowser stared at Joel like he was Lemmy.

"Y e s," he said slowly. "Blocks have eyes and they blink. They aren't alive. They're just blocks. Blocks that are alive have mouths, and sometimes have little bodies and arms and legs"

"....that's real strange." said the man from a world where the fungi had taken over.

"You, uh... you want this thing?" he asked, looking at the block again. If not, he was going to take it with him. It was interesting. Maybe, if it wasn't alive, it would make for fun target practice.

Bowser, the leader of an army of fungi, looked dismissively at the block. "Why would I want a block? I have castles full of blocks."

Because it's WEIRD OK, Bowser? Because it's strange and a little bit miraculous and it deserves some got-dang respect of... some... watered down sort at least.

"Alright."

Joel picked it up. And started leaving the party. Because he was taking his block to his room now.

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

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