Second Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[myownface]

Sparkle had literally no freaking clue what he'd just walked in on. He'd been headed to the common room with scavenging somebody else's leftovers in mind, and he'd gotten pretty immediately distracted by the weird vision of the guy in the crazy mask and long, floppy coat.

Really, he had no idea what amused him more. The fact that the guy seemed to be directing some sort of movie in here, or the fact that he was pretty sure the guy had been doing drugs at the time. Never mind the fact that whatever he was directing was named something as completely ridiculous as 'Fandom Chicken.'

"YOUR CLOSE UP WAS BEAUTIFUL, BUT I MAY NEED ANOTHER SHOT SO THAT WE CAN GET YOU FROM A BETTER ANGLE."

... Sparkle was going to leave the leftovers alone and make himself some popcorn. Whatever the hell was going on here, it was comedy gold.

Hell yes, he was taking notes.


[OOC: Open! Because I had to dredge up Fandom Chicken for this BDE. I had to. Blanket permission granted for anyone who wants to quote Valentine if they tag in. I can't vouch for the other thespians who were involved in that glorious trainwreck, of course.]

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[voiceoverdue]

Cecil could tell he cared! He could feel the kernels under his collar.

He grabbed them up and threw them back, diving for the bucket for more ammunition.

Food fight!

[myownface]

It would be a short-lived one, considering this was all of the popcorn that Sparkle had popped. But... shit, why not? He let out a crow of a laugh, reaching for the contents of the popcorn bowl at the same time.

"You know you're wasting perfectly good popcorn!"

Just like Sparkle himself was!

[voiceoverdue]

"It's not a waste, it's ammunition!" Cecil laughed and tried to get popcorn in Sparkle's hair.

[myownface]

"Hey! Not the hair! Not the hair!"

This was not stopping Sparkle from trying to dump more popcorn down the back of Cecil's shirt, of course.

"You're wasting ammunition on the hair!"

[voiceoverdue]

"The hair deserves it!" Cecil giggled and squirmed, trying to keep from getting too covered in smushed popcorn.

[myownface]

"What did the hair ever do to you, huh?"

Huh? Huh?

[voiceoverdue]

"It sat there!" Cecil declared, trying to catch his breath while laughing. "On top of your head! All...floofy!"

[myownface]

"Floofy!" Sparkle was cackling now, himself. "Damn, if I knew floofy was a crime. Next you're going to be throwing popcorn at my cat or something, too!"

Or Foucault!

[voiceoverdue]

Foucault was almost totally unfloofy these days! ...Nearly. He was pink! And kindasorta feathery!

"Cats are exempt from laws," Cecil declared as gravely as he could while smeared with popcorn.

[myownface]

"Well, yeah. Ask any cat out there, and if they could talk back, they'd totally inform you that they make the rules around here anyhow."

It was cat science.

[voiceoverdue]

"I'm pretty sure there's at least one cat behind the city council," Cecil agreed.

[myownface]

"Here? I knew about the moose that worked in the office. The cat's news to me."

Night Vale and Fandom probably went way back together. Old buddies or something.

[voiceoverdue]

"Oh, I meant back home." Cecil cocked his head. "A moose? Really? I didn't think they were native this far south."

Because clearly that was the only possible reason not to have one working here.

[myownface]

"I'm pretty sure the moose is just like everyone else on this island," Sparkle noted. "Not exactly a local, you know? Probably a Canadian, even."

[voiceoverdue]

Cecil nodded. "That makes sense."