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Third floor common room [morning]

Cade hadn't noticed anything was different yet today, which was why he'd gone through his normal Saturday morning routine: thinking about jogging (deciding not to), shower, then into the common room for a box of Cocoa Puffs in front of whatever was on the television at the time.

It was a thrilling life Cade led here. He was (weirdly, for him) more interested in hearing about your day today.

And then leveraging that information to his own benefit, naturally. How Peter Wiggin of him...

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Sparkle had a grin on his face and a lighter in his hand as he sauntered into the common room today, yes.

A lit lighter, naturally. While he ran his fingers through the flames as though, really, making a concentrated effort to light himself on fire was no big deal or something.

"Have I ever mentioned that I love this place? I fucking love this place, man."

Cade stared at him for a second. "Are you fireproof or something?"

That was so karking unfair.

"Looks like," Sparkle laughed. "And I know this is a new thing because the burn barrel fucking sucks to get too close to at work when I miss something to throw in, but I've been doing this all morning, man. I can't even feel a thing."

He held up his hand and wiggled his fingers to demonstrate.

"Not even blistered a little. I bet I could like stick my hand on a red-hot stove element, and I'd just be standing there like, hey, stove."

... Ohh, now he had to try this!

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"Do it!"

Hey, it wouldn't be Cade's stupid burnt ass going down to the clinic if it didn't work.

"Hell yes!"

So. That was Sparkle, skipping over to the stove and turning one of the elements on to max, right there, giving it experimental pokes as it heated up.

"You get anything this morning? Like, I mean, this has got to be one of those things, right? People don't just wake up fireproof where I'm from. Though that would be pretty awesome, and I feel kind of ripped off if this is going to be a temporary thing."

"Not that I can tell," Cade said with a small frown, watching Sparkle. "Any downsides to being fireproof?"

"Nope," Sparkle replied, cheerful as ever as he pressed his finger firmly against the red-hot element, and then his entire forearm, and then, feeling daring, the entire side of his face. "I'm not burning, man. This is fricking amazing. I mean, compared to sitting back and watching people fly around or hearing the wolves that start howling every full moon around here and knowing that they're just dudes that live in town? Not being anything special kind of sucks."

Inferiority complex, go!

"Fireproof, though? I can live with that."

"Think it'll go away after the weekend?" Cade asked because apparently today he liked jabbing people a bit in their issues.

The sour look that Sparkle gave Cade at that probably screamed, 'thanks for that, Cade.'

"Probably," he grumbled. "The only kickass thing the island ever let me keep was Velcro. I didn't even get to keep any of my scars after that weird-assed week with the bitch in charge who wore all the pink."

He felt so ripped off.

"Came in just after her, I think," Cade replied. "Nice lady, huh?"

"Oh, she was a real classy broad. Had some kind of magic, you know? And if you didn't follow her rules she'd either zap you with this, like, mind-control spell, or else give you this feather pen and make you write lines that would make you bleed."

Sparkle had written so many interesting things that had been temporarily permanently etched into his arms before joining the resistance.

Cade made a face. "Someone kill her?"

"Pretty sure that's what happened," Sparkle agreed, "and I hope she died badly, too. But then they did something else that undid all of that, so here we all are, good as new, like it was just some kind of really weird dream."

So she both... died, and never died? Sparkle didn't really get how this time travel dickery worked, no.

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"Don't light yourself on fire!" Olive said, and zipped over (okay this super-speed thing was pretty cool) so she could look at what he was doing more closely.

"Whoa, hey, now. Do I look like I'm burning, here?" Sparkle gave Olive an indignant look. And then blinked and looked again. "Holy shit girl how fast were you even going right there?"

THAT HAD BEEN AWESOME, OLIVE.

"I don't know!" Olive said, flailing a hand happily. "Apparently I move really fast today, and you're -- not catching on fire?"

A pause, and, "I love that you've already discovered this, you weirdo. How do you accidentally find out you're fireproof?"

"You go up to the roof for a smoke and you get bored and you do that thing where you run your fingers through the lighter flame really fast. What, you've never, like, done that with a candle or whatever?"

Sparkle was looking properly curious, now. Was he seriously the only pyro on the island, here? God, he was going to have to use this weekend to show people how it was done, wasn't he?

"No," Olive said, staring at him, "but I also don't smoke or anything, so. I love today! Do you think we all got powers?"

"All of us? I dunno. I think you and I got powers, so there's definitely something going on around here. I bet plenty of people did, at least. Which is freaking awesome."

Or, well, it would be until he realized that he'd locked himself out of his dorm room and couldn't remember how to pick the lock.

Yeah, Olive would be pleased with this until she realized she had to start using her phone calculator for basic math. Oops. "I've always been so jealous," she said, nodding. "I mean, come on, my boyfriend's a robot and my best friend can like, lift things with her mind. So, so unfair. But now I get this!"

No downsides whatsoever!

"Even when everyone turned into ponies I was left standing on the ground watching everyone freaking fly," Sparkle agreed. "Okay, sure, so I got a horn on my head, but like you can do anything with a freaking growth on your face except maybe stab people in the ass or whatever."

He grinned. He bounced on his toes for a moment. And then he looked toward the kitchen.

"Oh, shit! I wonder what I can light on fire in here!"

He'd hold on to it, see, so it wouldn't burn the dorms down!

IT WAS A TOTALLY SOUND PLAN.

"Smoke alarm!" Olive reminded him, shaking her head. "No no no, I am not standing out on the lawn again. No." She made a face, and added, "And ew, unicorns totally have like, face growths. You've ruined magical ponies for me forever."

"You're welcome," Sparkle all but chirped, because maybe that had been part of his nefarious plot. Or. Something. "And okay, fine, I'll take my burning things up to the roof and let the smoke fly away in the wind. Or... Hm..."

He tilted his head thoughtfully.

"Bet nobody would give a shit about a little bonfire on the beach or something."

You know. 'Little.'

"I'd go!" Olive decided. "But like, not if you're going to climb in it. Probably. That sounds weird."

"I won't climb in it. I'll light a bunch of leaves or something up with gasoline and then I'll strip naked and I'll fucking dance in it."

The fact that he said this with a straight face was probably cause to worry.

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