fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room, Weds Evening

"Nothing like Fandom to provide fuel for your arsenal?" Warren mused, stepping into the common room and taking a quick stock over all that was laid out before them.

It looked dangerous, whatever it was.

Warren approved.

"If Fandom sees fit to provide me with materials, it is my duty as an artist to take up the call," Anemone answered with a smirk. "I just happen to be a guerrilla artist today."

She'd promised Mr. Durden no more explosive foods, or something like that. Anemone didn't really remember. She was, however, rather sure that glitter was still okay.

Warren cast his eyes over the blender. And then at the tinsel. And then he gave the smallest of satisfied nods.

"So, what's the name of the weapon, today?"

He was pretty sure he could see where this was going, but he figured it would be best to clarify nevertheless.

And then offer assistance where needed. The antisocial types really had to stick together, didn't they?

"Glitter bombs," she stated happily. "I was going to try mixing tinsel into a gel-solution and filling water balloons, but that was getting messy and heavy. I'm trying to come up with something that's a bit more portable."

"There isn't much that's more portable than tinsel," Warren agreed, taking a handful from one of the boxes, and then making a reach for the blender.

If you can't beat 'em...

"Any targets in mind, yet?"

"Does it move?" Anemone asked dryly. "Then it's a target. Consider it my Occam's Razor of Combat."

"Fair enough."

Tinsel was... oddly mesmerizing to blend up into glitter like this.

"And your method of glitter-bomb employment? Sneak attacks from behind? Tossing them at people off the roof? A full head-on confrontation?"

It was therapeutic to watch, even. All... Glittery. And blendy.

It was shiny, and Anemone approved of shiny. Really, it was what had inspired the project.

"From behind, from the roof, trying to figure out how to rig buckets over doors and nail random people..." Anemone shrugged and shoved another box of tinsel at him.

"It's the delivery method I'm having problems with. Either it's too light to explode on the impact, or the gel solution is too heavy and it bounces. Which is also funny, but not what I'm going for. I could use water, but I don't want them to turn into ice glitter bombs."

"Bad season for water," Warren agreed, shaking the tinsel out of one of the boxes in order to dump the fresh-blended glitter into it. "Have you tried something like... I don't know. Alcohol doesn't freeze too easily, but I don't suppose we're supposed to have it in the dorms. Maybe saltwater? Saltwater doesn't freeze nearly as easily as the stuff from the taps."

It would still be cold, but at least it wouldn't be like chucking sparkly rocks at people.

The whrrrrrr of the blender started again as Warren started on another batch of tinsel.

"We could add rubbing alcohol," she mused, the plan easily becoming theirs instead of just hers. Anemone was giving that way. "I've got some in my first aid kit. Maybe if we add just a bit of that and the salt, that would enough to keep it from being glitter hail."

Anemone grinned wickedly and held up on of her bombs thoughtfully. "Think we could pack the shower faucets somehow? I mean, this wouldn't be any worse than the coco earlier. People would just be sparkly."

Warren's grin appeared wicket by default. It was in the genes, really.

"Glitter in the faucets never hurt anyone," he agreed. And then tilted his head, considering. "Remind me to avoid the guys' bathroom that day, though."

He'd heard things. About boykissy. He'd just wash his face out of a sink or something.

"Rubbing alcohol and salt, then? There's probably some salt in the cupboards here, somewhere." And out went another load of glitter, and in went more tinsel.

"How do we get it into the water supply? Is there a well we toss it all down, or do we have to shut off the water floor-by-floor and fill the pipes that way?" Anemone asked, nose scrunching up as she thought. "I bet we have to get into the basement, and I'm not quite crazy enough to try and get around the mythical Troll groundskeeper."

"Probably a better idea to just unscrew the shower heads and fill those up with glitter instead." Warren listened appreciatively to the bzzzzt of the blender versus the tinsel. "More time-consuming, and really only good for one-shot glitterbombings, but it does keep us both happily troll-free."

Anemone nodded in agreement as she skipped over to retrieve salt from the cupboards. "Shower heads sound good. Make sure to blend a batch extra-extra fine, to make sure it can fit through the nozzle."

She was totally capable of planning ahead! This would be awesome.

"So, got any particular targets of your own?" she asked, climbing up on a counter to start peering into the cabinets. "Or is it going to be every lifeform for themselves?"

"Aside from the newspaper editor or the sex-ed teacher, nobody really leaps to mind," Warren agreed, switching the setting on the blender so that this batch died an extra horrible sort of death. "Everybody for themselves, I think, and if we get particular targets on the way, all the better for us."

It was easier that way. As opposed to hunting people down.

"I had Miss Lulu for sex-ed, it wasn't that bad," Anemone said, voice mildly muffled as she rooted around. "OOOOOO...hey, Warren?"

One hand re-appeared from the dark reaches of her search, clutching a small box. "How do you feel about making the world a more 'colorful' place?"

Warren looked up from the entrancing glitter-rave that was going on inside the blender. And blinked.

And then grinned.

Food coloring.

"I say we use the whole box," he confirmed. Because sometimes, things like this just needed to be said.

"There's a couple boxes of it in here," Anemone announced, quickly pulling them all out and setting them down on the counter. "And I bet if we raid the other common rooms, we'll find more."

Ha. Salt. Mission accomplished, she hopped off the counter, going to scoop up her first batch of balloons to start filling them.

"We'll need to strike hard and fast," she mused, carefully adding a drop of green color to her first bomb. "Tomorrow? The squirrels are probably going to report this all anyway, we might as well strike while we can."

Evil, evil squirrels. They probably would, too, to get back at him for that article he'd written for the paper, today.

"The sooner, the better," Warren agreed, dumping this batch of extra-fine glitter onto the counter for lack of another empty box. "We can fill up the showerheads until we run out of glitter, maybe tonight. And then glitterbomb our unsuspecting victims in the morning."

Without extracurricular activities like save the citizen to keep Warren occupied, he was going to have to do something, after all.

"At the very least, we can toss them from the roof." Anemone dragged over an empty box and began filling it with prepared balloons. One, two, three, four, more. "Tomorrow's forecast: Chilly, with a chance of glitter showers."

"Don't forget to bundle up," Warren contributed. "And bring your umbrella along. Just in case."

He hit the button on the blender yet again.

"This is probably the best solution for a nasty tinsel infestation that I've ever come across," he added. Because it needed to be said.

"Well, I couldn't just let it all go to waste," Anemone replied, horrified by the very idea. "I mean, what if it just got blown around the island for the next week? Or into the ocean? I bet it's toxic, and I don't want the fish eating it!"

"Or the birds, or the deer," Warren added, tossing in a solemn sort of nod for good measure. "The animals in the preserve are protected, right? Someone has to protect the island from itself, now and then."

And who better for the job than the two weird, antisocial kids?

Damn straight.

"How much extra-fine should I be making, here?"

"Lots. It's easier to keep re-seeding the shower than to freeze our butts off on the roof tossing balloons all day." Anemone grinned and happily patted her filled box of water balloons. "Tada! Our first platoon of infantry, ready for duty!"

So they were going to be kamikaze balloons. Shhh. The balloons didn't need to know that.

"We should hire one of those rickshaws, race through town and see if we can nail people with handfuls of the stuff," she mused, coming over to inspect his work. "With pictures, of people's faces as they get hit."

That suggestion prompted a snort from Warren that could very well be misconstrued for a laugh, if you were squinting and had gauze in your ears.

"Lots it is, then," Warren agreed. "Maybe we should just make all of it super-fine. The finer the glitter, the bigger a pain it is to get rid of once you're covered in it, right?"

He remembered arts and crafts time in kindergarten well enough. He was the weird kid who made sparkly scenes of mass-destruction out of construction paper and Elmer's glue.

It was close enough to a laugh for Anemone, especially since her varying types of laughter varied from shrill glee to snorts of condescension. She knew a not-laugh when she heard it.

"Especially if we manage to get it in their hair," she chirped in a disturbingly cheerful tone. "That's why I started with the hair gel base, that would be horrible to try and get out of stuff."

"Especially," Warren added, the faintest of malicious tones in his voice, "if they try to get it out using one of the showers."

That, he decided, would be awesome.

"I've got two classes tomorrow," she sighed, "but maybe I can somehow make glitter strike there, too, although that ups my chances for a detention."

Anemone sat up suddenly, blinking. "What is a detention, anyway? I mean, I think it's supposed to be a deterrent for stuff, but I've never had one."

Namely because Anemone had yet to be actually punished for anything, in any dimension. The concept was still a bit vague.

"In my last school, it was a white room that students couldn't use their powers in," Warren grunted, whipping up another batch of extra-fine glitter. "It's supposed to be a punishment, yeah. It's even more of one depending on who you get stuck in it with." Bzzzzrrrrrtttble went the tinsel! "I haven't been in one here, though. I'm pretty sure it's different. The one time I got in trouble, I had to talk to the principal and pay for the school property that I burned."

"You burned school property?" Anemone tilted her head for a moment, considering this concept.

"Neat," she finally decided. "The burning, not detention. That sounds lame. I'm pretty sure they couldn't put me in a room that takes away my 'talents', not without turning me into coma-girl again."

"It was one of those annoying droid-baby things that teachers seem to think is amusing to hand out," Warren replied, leaning over to make certain that the blender wasn't clogging or anything.

Also, mesmerizing.

"I had better things to do with my time than take care of a doll whose sole function is to wake me up at three in the morning."

Also, the teacher was a jerk.

Oh. Great. Another teacher that liked giving people not-children.

"We were supposed to have those for ethics," Anemone answered absently, turning her focus to the blender. It was shiny, and easy to lose herself in. Huh. If she ever wanted to induce one of her spaceouts, this thing would work. "Adam kept it all week for me. I don't usually do well with small children."

Adah's strange little kids from that one weekend were obviously an abnormality, there was no way a kid would survive spending time with Anemone.

Glitter: Fantastic for spaceouts, any time.

Blenders: Even better.

"I don't usually do well with school assignments from teachers I don't like," Warren said. Because, in some small way, it was like changing from what was starting to seem like an uncomfortable topic.

"I don't mind most of my teachers," Anemone said, tearing her eyes away from the hypnotizing spectacle of the swirling glitter. "Some are idiots, or the topic is dumb, but I usually just doodle my way through those classes."

There were more balloons that needed filling, this time with red food coloring. Coooooooooool.

"Or, you know, take a nap. Naps are pretty good for tuning out idiocy."

"They are," Warren agreed. Though he wasn't the sort to nap in class- sleeping around a group of people meant letting his guard down- he could certainly begin to see the appeal. "I'll have to work on perfecting my doodling, I suppose. That sounds like as good a strategy as any."

And out went another load of glitter, and in went more tinsel.

"Shiiiiiiiny," she practically cooed, quickly filling her next box with water balloons. "You could always draw cartoons of people you don't like. That's always amusing."

"And then burn them," Warren offered. Because... Well. If you're good at something, right?

Oh, the blending.

Will it blend? Yes!

"Voodoo cartoon people. We can tape them on popsicle sticks, and have a witch burning," Anemone teased. "Maybe after we dip them in all the glitter we'll have left-over."

"Fesssstive." Warren smirked and emptied out another blender-full. "Sounds like a good way of taking care of Fandom's excess holiday cheer, to me."

Warren wasn't really big on the holidays.

Did it show?

"This is the holiday with the food and the presents, right?" Anemone checked. "Not the one with just the food, or the candy and the bunnies?" Earth holidays still blended together for her, but at least she wasn't mixing up Valentine's Day with Ides of March anymore.

Usually.

"Yeah. Food and presents. Big tree. Enough blinky lights on most houses to illuminate Houston. Supposed to be some fat guy in a red suit, too, but I stopped believing in that part when I was, like, four."

Ah, Christmas.

"And tinsel. The best glitter ingredient I've ever seen."

"If I'm getting loot and more tinsel, I'll support this holiday," Anemone decided. "Not the fat man, though. I saw one last year when I went to the mainland to go shopping. Santa is scary. I don't like him."

"And Blinky lights are for decorating my room year-round, not for holidays." she grinned and added extra glitter to this batch of balloons. SHINY. "The perks of currently being roomie-less include decorating however I want, although I think she's coming back soon."

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