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Dorm Lawn, Tuesday into Wednesday Night

Okay, so the weather on Fandom was slightly less bone-tinglingly cold than the mainland, but that was really all there was to be said for it. One thing it wasn't, for instance, was ideal weather for anyone to stand around in for prolonged periods of time.

Which was why the Powers That Be had decided it was the exact ideal time to have a fire drill. Loud noise rang through the dorms at exactly 2 AM; good morning, students.

Hope you had time to snag a coat.

[[ fire drill post! go go go! ]]

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"Luck, skill, I don't care how you look at it, it's still freaking crazy. But last weekend it wasn't even that, you know? It felt like it was right, like I'd been doing it my whole life or I'd been made for it, even. Which might actually be almost as cool as that time I was fireproof for a couple of days."

Only Sparkle could actually find a use for a power like that around here over the course of two days. Honestly, now.

"How in the name of all that's holy did you figure out you were fireproof?" Celia was staring again, because really. That wasn't something that the average person would probably notice in the day-to-day.

Sparkle was a very special snowflake.

"I'm a smoker," he explained, as if, really, that did explain it all away. "And, like, you ever run your fingers really quick through a candle flame because it's a fucking cool trick and it's not like it hurts if you go fast enough anyway? I do that all the time with my lighter."

Because Sparkle enjoyed burning things.

"I have," Celia said, actually surprised that she could answer that. She'd always figured that if she burned herself she could heal it, anyway. "And you didn't burn yourself this particular time when you were suddenly fireproof?"

She made a face, shaking her head. "This...loss of powers, gain of powers thing. It happens frequently? Or was your inability to catch aflame separate from that?"

Sparkle gave his shoulders a shrug.

"I dunno. I think it was the same thing both times, but it only happens once in freaking forever. I've been here a couple of years now, and it's only been the twice, you know? Both times, I just, like, totally sucked at opening doors, but I got a kickass tradeoff for it."

Celia nodded. "Last weekend, I was pathetic," she sighed. "But I made really terrific omelet and normally I can't cook at all, so I suppose that was my tradeoff. It's not really my favorite thing I've encountered since being here...though I think I'd take being powerless for a day or two in exchange for being allowed to go back to bed right now."

"Yeah, I get to deal with the flipside," Sparkle replied with a shrug. "No powers except weird weekends, and I'm stick out here in the cold with a cat shoved down my shirt."

Velcro seemed to be pretty okay with this arrangement, mind.

"At least I dressed for it, though. Not like the people standing around out here in their underwear."

Which was affording him a nice view, at least. Thanks for that, Cade.

"You have a cat." Celia had somehow missed that -- blame the half-asleep part. She was leaning in to peer at the front of his shirt. "You brought your cat with you? That can't be comfortable."

She was ignoring the bit about people in their underwear just as steadfastly as she was ignoring the actual people in their underwear themselves. If she didn't acknowledge it, it wasn't happening, and then she didn't have to blush herself to death.

"Yeah, well, if it wasn't just a drill, I wasn't going to just leave him inside to burn," Sparkle replied, shifting his coat around a little so that she could get a better look at the small black cat that was peering out from his clothing at her. "This is Velcro. So-named because he's a clingy little jerk. And anyhow, he's soft and warm and he's not digging claws in. That's like a step up for him."

"Hello, Velcro," Celia said, reaching out to give the wee kitty some scritches. "He's probably helping, all things considered. Y'know, I didn't know we were allowed to have pets. I met a boy with a dog on the first day, but this is the first cat I've seen."

"How crazy will you think I am if I tell you he came out of a ball that fell from the sky one day?" Sparkle grinned faintly. "The weather around here, huh?"

Velcro was tiny, but he had a mighty little purr, and rumbled happily as Celia scritched him.

"But yeah, there's no reason you can't have a pet. I mean, unless your roomie's allergic or something. I've seen dogs, cats... whatever the hell Foucault is..."

He glanced towards Cecil and his freaky pink ostrich-flamingo thing.

"Pets all over the place."

"I used to keep birds," Celia said, smiling at Velcro and his purring. "...um, not like that one," she added, looking over at the...large bird thing. "Doves, mostly. Canaries. That sort of thing. I might've brought one or two if I'd known I could."

"Yeah? Miss 'em? There's a shelter in town that probably gets birds in sometimes. It's where I go to get Velcro's food," Sparkle shared. "You think your roomie would be okay with you having a pet?"

Because Sparkle would so help her pick out a bird and some bird junk if that's what she wanted. He was helpful!

"Maybe. She does have wings," Celia noted. "But they're more like...butterfly wings than bird wings, so I don't think she'd necessarily have an affinity for them because of that. I'd have to ask her. Birds aren't quite as cute as this little fellow here." She gave Velcro some scritches under his chin. "Might take some convincing."

"Well, I guess if that doesn't work, you can, like, volunteer at the shelter or feed the ducks at the pond or something," Sparkle mused. "And Velcro's always up for play-dates. Isn't that right, 'Cro?"

Velcro was so okay with that suggestion. Or with the attention he was getting. One of those things!

"I may have to steal him away on occasion," Celia said with a grin, giving Velcro alllllll the attention because look at his face. Look at it. "I might be used to birds, but kittens are so sweet."

"Cat person, huh?" Sparkle laughed. "Really, I can't blame you. I mean, I've got nothing against like dogs, you know? They're cute even if they have that smell to 'em, but cats... Like, a cat will let you know exactly what it thinks of you. Even if that means looking down its whiskers at you. You always know where you stand, with a cat."

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Dorm Lawn, Tuesday into Wednesday Night

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