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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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"Hey, all my stuff is here, too, you know. And I'm kind of fond of it."

His tin whistle and his yellow socks and his stash of booze. Sparkle really didn't have much to lose, but he wasn't in any hurry to light it all on fire.

"I was thinking maybe a bonfire out on the beach or something. Then I can play around in it all I want, at least until I get bored of it or the tide puts it out. How about you? Did you get anything good?"

"I got the joy of watching a bunch of people have fun with their shiny new powers," Jessica said. "Which isn't a power in and of itself, but it's still kind of super in its own way."

"I guess that doesn't suck too much," Sparkle replied, considering that and then shrugging. "I guess everyone needs a turn at not getting the really awesome changes when everyone else does. I mean, that time everyone turned into a pony, there were a bunch of people who had wings."

Sparkle had gotten a horn. As usual, Sparkle had felt a little ripped off.

"You know, my first instinct is to call you a liar for saying that people were winged ponies. But there you are with your hand in a flame, so who am I to say that something crazy didn't happen?" Jessica noted.

"... Were there any people around to ride the ponies?"

Sparkle kind of did crazy like that was his superpower. So he was pretty willing to accept it for what it was, and had been even while he'd been prancing around with a green hide and a picture of a firework branded on his butt.

"You know, there probably were? But nobody asked me or anything. The island was kind of full of them. Ponies with wings and unicorns and everything. All in crazy colours, like that one teacher with the balloons on her ass?"

"I know who you're talking about, but I've never met her," Jessica said. "I think it's official. As much as I like it here, I'm definitely not here for the education. I'm here for the crazy."

"Definitely here for the crazy," Sparkle agreed. "I thought at first it was to keep me out of trouble, but the longer I stay? The more I figure I'm sticking around for weird crap like this."

He lifted his Pop-Tart, inspected it for a moment to make certain that it was done on all sides, and then shut off the burner and took a bite.

"Keeps things from getting boring, at least?"

"Just as long as I never get so used to it that 'guy sticking his hand in fire' never gets kind of boring," Jessica agreed. "Which, you know, I don't think has a chance of ever happening. Ever."

"I'm not tired of it yet," Sparkle laughed, waving his breakfast around as if it somehow strengthened his point. "And hey, if you drop anything into a fire and you need someone to fish it out for you, I'm totally your guy."

There was... probably not actually a practical application for this power. But Sparkle was still going to enjoy it while it lasted.

"That happens to me like, two, three times a week, so I'll keep that in mind," Jessica joked. "Especially right now since I'm going to try cooking something up. If anything weird happens with the burner, you're my guy."

"Completely your guy," and yeah, Sparkle was going to relish that potentially-useful feeling for a bit. "What you cooking? Should I be getting off of the counter or something for this?"

"Just pancakes. I may ask you to scootch over a tiny bit, but please, don't let me interrupt your counter-sitting," Jessica said. "It looks much more comfortable than sitting in a chair."

"Besides," Sparkle added, scootching just enough to leave some counter space open by the stove, "the chairs are all the way over there, and being fireproof doesn't make it easier to get from one place to another."

This affliction was also commonly known as 'being lazy.'

"Trust me, I'll well aware of how tough it can be to walk a few feet," Jessica said. "I don't envy you having to deal with that."

"The trials and tribulations of being normal," Sparkle replied. "It's a difficult life, but somebody's gotta do it."

"And yet somehow, you survive," Jessica noted. "You're an inspiration to the rest of us."

"Remember me when I'm gone," Sparkle chuckled, "as that guy who never did anything worth really getting excited about, except that one time he played chicken with the stove burner and won."

"Which is extra impressive since countless chickens play that game every day and lose," Jessica noted.

"But their superpower is being delicious."

Which was also an impressive superpower, if you weren't the chicken.

"Actually, that's a coincidence. Their superpower is actually crossing roads. I heard it from some guy once," Jessica said. "I think he was waiting for me to laugh, but I didn't."

That didn't stop her from sharing the joke now, of course.

And it wasn't going to stop Sparkle from laughing, still a bit giddy over the whole 'fireproof' thing.

"See, if that's a superpower, then I've been way more impressive my whole life than I ever thought. What other superpowers have I had all this time without ever realizing?"

"Probably the ability to make your hair do the thing," Jessica said, trying to mimic it with her fingers above her head when, you know, Sparkle's hair was right there on his head.

"Huh. You know, you'd think I would have figured that one out? I mean, enough people comment on it like it's not normal or something."

His hairdo was perfectly usual, wasn't it? It wasn't just the heaps of product he used or anything?

"Superpowers are always showing up where you least expect," Jessica said with a shrug as she opened the cabinets to get everything she would need for the pancakes.

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