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Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

Sparkle was actually feeling pretty mellow, today. Even in Kenzi's class, when he'd gotten a couple of holes punched in his ears (and a hoop in his bottom lip, because just what Sparkle needed was a labret piercing, truly), he'd just kind of rolled with everything. The only thing that had kept him from being enabled into a new tattoo was the fact that he really couldn't afford one. He was still working on earning back the money he'd spent taking care of a kid for a month back when the island was going insane, and all.

So, he had a swollen bottom lip, because that sort of thing kind of happened when you punched a hole through part of your face. He also had a karate gi in his lap, and was going over the whole thing with a needle and thread, stitching rainbow fabric around the cuffs and trim and adding extra fasteners to the inside so that the thing wouldn't fly open if some crazy girl theoretically went out to fight crime or something while wearing it and got herself in a fistfight with some street thug somewhere.

You know, theoretically.

He also had the Cartoon Network on, because cartoons! Best day ever!

Heh... Sparrow smashed up the Ratmobile.

[OOC: Open common room is open! Sparkle's all kinds of chill, today. And watching whatever the Teen Titans Go meta is, because I decided he needed to be watching cartoons, and that was actually what was playing on Cartoon Network when I checked the schedule. New timeslot.]

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Normally these days, if Sia went to a common room looking for people to talk to, she might've considered looking elsewhere if she saw Sparkle, given the last time they saw each other. But today she was in such a great mood, she greeted him with a, "Hi. Anything interesting on?"

The power of Care Bears compels them!

"S' all pretty good," Sparkle decided, giving Sia a lazy smile and a wave hello with the hand that was holding the sewing needle. "I mean, if you like cartoons. Which I do. I like cartoons."

He liked everything. The world was a shiny place.

"It's superhero stuff, I think. Kind of dumbed down for little kids, but it had Ratguy getting high and laughing at fireworks with the Commissioner, so there's some more adult humour in there, too."

Which suited him just fiiiine.

"I've never watched cartoons before," Sia said, actually sounding interested as she took a seat. "It might be interesting."

"Oh, it is," Sparkle said, nodding with a weirdly mellow sort of enthusiasm and merrily ignoring the slight lisp his lip was causing while he got used to the lip ring. "It's like... like moving art, you know? Someone took the time to draw out a bunch of pictures so that when they play one after the other, they look like there's actually something moving, there."

In this case, a bunch of superdeformed superhero teenagers, beating up some bad guys using Ratguy's stolen crimefighting tools. As one does.

"I haven't sat down and watched cartoons in forever. Like, I don't usually get control of the TV, you know? And today seemed like a good day for... almost like nostalgia. I guess nostalgia requires more stuff I actually watched as a kid." There was a pause, and then Sparkle glanced Sia's way. "You've never watched them? Really?"

"We have different programming where I'm from," she explained. "I don't watch much television here. When I do, it's usually the news."

Jessica was on her way through the common rooms, looking for anyone. She was mildly concerned that everyone had vanished from Fandom. Slightly more concerning was the thought that they were just having a party without her. Maybe the party was about how much they didn't like her.

It was a lot to deal with. So imagine her relief when she found people on the second floor.

"Oh thank god, people," she cheered.

Sparkle nodded a little at that, looking thoughtfully at the TV.

"I'd watch a lot of news back home," he offered. "I mean, it's Canada, so usually it's 'this is what's going on in that country we share a southern border with, and in other news it's goose season again so try not to hit them with your car.' But, like, world news? I'd always pay attention to that. I'd just watch their faces..." He shrugged his shoulders and looked back down at his sewing. "It's a good way to get to know the human race, you know? These real people out there all over the world, looking at the camera and even if you don't speak the same language, their faces always say something. Even if that something is just, 'I'm here.'"

"People," Sparkle replied with a chuckle, looking up and waving his hello with a length of rainbow fabric in his hand. "You've found the people party, come on and join us!"

It was clearly hoppin' tonight, with its few other people and some Flash-animated superhero show on the TV.

"That's really profound. I'm going to remember that," Sia said sincerely. "What are you working on?"

"Jessica! I'm so glad to see you," Sia greeted her happily.

Sparkle was frequently profound. Just... rarely out loud like that. He gave Sia a bright smile before looking down at the wadded-up cotton garment in his lap.

"It's a favour for a friend," he replied. "Walked in to see this sewing disaster going on, like, stitches all over the place, you know? There were actually staples holding some things together, so I offered to do it properly. The last thing anybody needs is a staple in the ass."

Probably. Then again, it was hard to tell if Sparkle actually meant that at the moment, given the extra piece of metal in his face today.

"Wait, this is a party?" Jessica checked. "Are you sure you don't mind me joining it?"

"The more the merrier," Sparkle promised, giving Jessica a warm, encouraging smile. "I mean, it's not technically like a party party. Just all the cool kids hanging out and watching cartoons. You're a cool kid, pull up a seat."

"It's so nice of you to be helpful like that," Sia said, looking over his work from where she was. "You're doing an excellent job."

She'd say that even if he wasn't.

"You really are?" Jessica double checked.

"Of course," she said. "You're my best friend. Come sit by me so we can talk."

There might even be hugs!

"Oh, okay," Jessica said, taking a seat on the far couch, just in case. "What cartoons are we watching?"

"O-Okay," Jessica said. WHAT IF SIA HAD A SECRET COLD? MERS was a thing. "What do you want to talk about?" Hopefully not horrifying diseases. Jessica didn't know enough about those.

"Aww, thanks." Sparkle gave Sia a genuine little smile, and then rocked a little in place, apparently dancing to whatever little tune was playing on the TV at the time. "I do this sort of thing for, like, my clothes all the time. Make 'em last, you know? I only want it to look like my clothes are old and falling apart."

"Just whatever was on," Sparkle admitted. "Um, I think this is that one about all the teen heroes? Or, the reboot of it. It's way weirder than the one that was on TV when I was a kid."

Well, it had more food-related episodes, at least.

"It's a unique look. It works really well for you," Sia told him.

"Anything," Sia said. "What's going on in your life right now?"

"Yeah? I've never really cared much one way or the other if people thought so," Sparkle admitted, but then he shrugged his shoulders. "Thanks, though. It's nice to hear someone things that, you know? Your clothes really suit you, too."

Of course, today he would be saying that even if she had come into the room wearing nothing but three strategically-placed slices of Kraft cheese.

To be fair, Sia sort of had the poise to make three strategically-placed slices of Kraft cheese work. Or at least she could probably turn it into a Future Empress' New Clothes situation.

"Thank you," she said, really pleased. "I really like putting myself together. It just makes me feel better when I feel like I look good."

Things Sia would never say if she wasn't a Care Bear.

"Teen heroes?" Jessica asked. "Do kids actually like them?" PLEASE SAY YES. A certain teen hero was kind of needy for validation tonight.

"Not much. Um. You'd tell me if everyone was having parties without me, right?" Jessica asked. So, paranoia, mostly.

"Of course. But no one is, that I know of," Sia told her. "I can't imagine anyone throwing a party without you."

Considering Jessica was the Queen of Dances that was actually true.

"I know, right? It's like this... self esteem thing? Like, 'hey, I look good, so I feel good, and everyone out there is going to know I'm awesome just to look at me.'"

Sparkle chuckled a little, and nodded.

"I dress up sometimes too, you know? I mean, like, without the raccoon eyes and everything. And then usually I dance around and sing because you kind of have to do something when you're all dolled up, even if you don't have anywhere to go."

Aww, Jessica! Sparkle would be happy to validate you all you needed, tonight!

"Last I checked, it was the most popular show on this station," Sparkle offered. "I mean, there are a lot of superhero shows, they have this whole timeslot dedicated to them."

Sparkle never really took the time to watch it, but it was there!

"But kids like the young ones, you know? They can relate to them or something, I guess."

"Thank you for saying that," Jessica said, going in for a hug. A cautious one. Because MERS.

"I don't sing or dance," Sia said thoughtfully. "Perhaps I should more."

This would not happen.

Jessica was getting a big bear hug in return for that. "I say it because it's true. Are you having a rough day?"

"I can see that," Jessica said. "They are pretty cool, I guess."

"A little bit," Jessica said. "I'm just kind of on edge today, you know?"

"It's fun!" Sparkle's expression brightened a little. "It's this whole other sort of self-expression, you know? Sing like nobody in the world is listening? It's actually really relaxing. Or empowering. I guess it kind of depends on what you need at the time."

Sia was seriously thinking about this now. "I've never considered it that way. Thank you for your insight. This is really enlightening."

"Well, look what they do! Running around the streets and putting the safety of the innocent before their own." Most days, Sparkle would probably follow that statement up with a jab about indecent exposure or something. Today, he was just happy to have good company around. Hiii, good company. "Every kid wants to be a hero. Hell, I want to be a hero."

"You shouldn't be," Sia told her. "You're smart, and special, and can get out of any situation."

"Hey, don't mention it. Sharing the love, you know? I can't be the only one around here who's benefiting from the power of song and dance."

... Right?

"You're probably not. But if you are, you should teach people about it," Sia encouraged. "Share the benefits."

"If you could be one, what kind of abilities would you have? Like, ideally?" Jessica asked.

Probably something less creepy than spider-powers.

"Aww, thank you," Jessica said. "I guess I did get out of class earlier when I'm pretty sure Skywalker was ready to bury someone in the desert."

"I'm sure it wouldn't have been personal. And he probably meant well," Sia decided.

"I wish I could be as sure as you," Jessica said. "As it is, I'm just glad everyone did get out alive."

"I'm sure they did, or there probably would have been an announcement," Sia reasoned. "Cheer up, I bet everyone's fine."

"Oh, they are, I did a head count," Jessica said. "But we were on an alien planet. Who knows what could have happened? I hope everyone's had plenty of water since we got back."

"Alien planets are usually fine," Sia pointed out. "Even the ones covered in lava must have their uses."

"I'll pass along what I'm picking up in Professor Pryde's dance class," Sparkle replied, grinning. "Who knows? Maybe someone was always meant to tap dance, and they just never knew it because they didn't have the opportunity to try."

A beat.

"Plus the clicky shoes are really fun."

[OOC: Sorry! I faceplanted on my laptop until four in the morning at around the same time I opened this tab last night!]

Sparkle gave that one some considerable thought, and then he shrugged.

"I've always kind of wanted shapeshifting powers," he admitted. "You could get almost anywhere you wanted, and nobody would even notice you unless you wanted them to, you know? What would you pick?"

[OOC: Sorry! The siren call of sleep proved stronger than I.]

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