Third floor common room [morning]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

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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[myownface]

"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.

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

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!

[myownface]

"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.

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"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."

[myownface]

"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.'

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

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

[myownface]

"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.

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Well, you wouldn't want to burn your clothes," Olive noted logically.

She was mildly concerned he'd do this, yes. In which case...no, she probably wouldn't come. She didn't need naked boys in her bonfires so much as marshmallows.

[myownface]

But, see, Sparkle could totally just carry the marshmallows in with him, and how better to make certain you had proper bonfire marshmallow consistency than to just reach in and pull them out when they were ready? Huh?

"Right? I mean, it isn't like I have that many clothes to pick from, though I guess I get my Demon Marcus discount, which has to count for something, probably."

Didn't it?

"I'd make like a tinfoil loincloth or something, but... seriously, there are just some things you really don't want up against your parts, you know?"

Like tinfoil!

And, if you were sane, fire!