The Front Lawn of the Dorms, Saturday Afternoon

[myownface]

If you thought Sparkle was going to just let this weather pass him by today, you really had another thing coming. Glitter! There was glitter as far as the eye could see with drifts that came halfway to his knees around some of the corners on the grounds to the dorms. And Sparkle?

Well, Sparkle had an affinity for glitter, okay? He could do so much with this stuff. Stick it in more shower heads, throw it off the roof at people in water balloons, mail it to his enemies...

And that was why he had already stuffed his backpack full of the stuff, and had now started on filling a couple of pillowcases, besides. He was going to be twinkling for like a year, but like that was really anything new, and holy shit, the possibilities were endless, here.

Endless.

[OOC: Open lawn is open! GLITTER.]

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[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

This was... different?

Hanna was staring upward with confusion and a certain amount of wonder.

"Is this -- normal? For here?"

[myownface]

"For here? Hell yeah," Sparkle laughed, shoveling another handful of glitter into his pillowcase. "We get all kinds of weird fucking rain around here, like, I got my cat because of weird things falling from the sky. And there's usually at least powdered sugar leading up to Christmas."

It was one of the few things Sparkle actually liked about this place, really.

"Hey, Bugs. How're you settling in?"

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

Hanna stopped and spun in place, baffled and amused. Shiny, multi-colored, sticky glitter all over her boots; she kind of liked the effect. In her hair-- also amusing.

"Bugs-- oh!" She laughed, then said, "I am adjusting. And my classes are useful.... it rained cats!?"

Oooo!

[myownface]

"And dogs," Sparkle laughed. "It literally rained cats and dogs, once. Most of them were gone the next day, but Velcro, my cat, he stuck around."

... That pun had been totally unintentional. But Sparkle grinned more when he realized what he'd just said. And then made a face, and spat out some glitter.

"I don't like most of the weird stuff this place pulls, but sometimes it's pretty okay. Things like this? We can keep this."

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

"Velcro," Hanna repeated, giggling. Maybe there was something in the glitter? Or maybe it just brought that out in her. She stomped through a few drifts, then bent down to scoop some up, throwing it in the air. LIght scattered through it and the wind blew it everywhere. "It's not even cold! Just fluffy. I like this better than real blizzards by several kilometers."

[myownface]

"At least two or three thousand meters," Sparkle laughed, shaking his head. "You and me both, anyway. Glitter beats freezing half to freaking death. Speaking of, how's that coat been working out for you? Good and warm?"

It had better be, okay?

[suitably_heroic]

Sadly, Atton's portal wouldn't be hitting Fandom until late tonight. Well, sadly for some. He wasn't exactly crying about it.

What he was doing was texting Sparkle in the middle of a meeting.

Hey, now that everything's not crazy we should set a date to shoot stuff.

Which was important, but he was mostly doing it right now because he was hanging out shirtless at a meeting in the Jedi High Council chamber while Mical was talking and doing so hadn't made Mical's head explode enough yet.

[myownface]

Hey, if Sparkle knew that, he'd be thrilled. It was good to hear from Atton either way, of course. But tormenting Mical had taken on a special place in Sparkle's heart, these days.

Any time that's good for you is good for me, man. Preference? Anything?

If that took a little more time than it otherwise could, it was because Sparkle had to clear the glitter off his phone a few times so that he could see what he was texting, here.


[OOC: I literally have nothing to do until the 26th! Whatever works best for you!]

[suitably_heroic]

Monday? Atton texted. I think I got out of mission duty for the next week.

Probably because of the increasingly red color on Mical's face. Ah, well.

[myownface]

Sweet. Monday's good, I'll keep it free. What'd you do to manage to weasel out of that, anyway?

Sparkle would take notes if you told him, Atton.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton didn't send him a text.

He sent a picture of Mical's face (growing ever redder with consternation and annoyance), as he sat in one of those fancy throne-y chairs in the Jedi High Council chamber, with a small percentage of Mira's extremely amused face to the left and a large chunk of Atton's bare foot to the right.

There you go.

[ultimatehottie.livejournal.com]

Johnny was heading out to grab some lunch, maybe fly around, but the glitterstorm changed his outlook immediately. He was just covered in the stuff already, and he'd been outside for a minute. There was only one thing to be done about it.

"Flame on!" As the flames covered him, they also burned off any of that evil little paper. But he made sure to float above the ground, though, so that he didn't start an entire glitter pile on fire and start a massive issue.

When he spotted Sparkle, he flew over and asked, "Is this a new one, or just new to me?"

[myownface]

"The glitter's new to me too," Sparkle replied, blinking up and sohelphimgodJohnnywasevenhotwhenhewasonfire. Ahem. Blinking up and shrugging his shoulders. As one does. "Like, there's been way weirder, but this is the first time that I know of that we've been buried under more glitter than Homecoming."

He said. As he scooped more into a bag. Because Sparkle was about as evil as the glitter was.

[ultimatehottie.livejournal.com]

"So you're stocking up for the next school dance?" Johnny checked. "I have to admit, that's good presidenting."

[myownface]

"It's pretty much my solemn duty to make sure decorating is taken care of and to cut corners and save on the Student Council's glitter budget whenever the opportunity presents itself," Sparkle declared. "And, like, I'm keeping some for me, too. If I'm going to be out here filling pillowcases with glitter, I'm not going to be doing it without taking a cut for myself."

Everything would be glitter. Everything.

[ultimatehottie.livejournal.com]

"You're not going to keep a pillowcase filled with glitter for sleeping on, are you?" Johnny checkd.

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

That was even more amazing than just his hand igniting.

"Hello, Johnny." Hanna wanted to throw glitter in the air, but not too close to him. "Isn't this wonderful?"

[ultimatehottie.livejournal.com]

"I'm less enthusiastic about glitter than other people. I'd probably go with 'slightly inconvenient,'" Johnny suggested. "But it's definitely amazing."

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

"It's beautiful... I wonder if it will make the sunset sparkle?" Hanna smiled down at the bags she'd filled up. "You don't like glitter?"

[ultimatehottie.livejournal.com]

"It's nice and sparkly at first," Johnny said. "And then you find it in your clothes three weeks later and it's just annoying."

[voiceoverdue]

"Oo, neat!" Cecil grinned at all the glitter. "Are we stocking up for prom?"

[myownface]

"For prom, for showerhead glitterbombs, for whatever else we might need like five giant bags of sky-glitter for," Sparkle confirmed with a grin. "I mean, you can never have too much glitter for school functions, right? Homecoming didn't have nearly enough."

Sparkle. Sparkle stop.

[voiceoverdue]

"I'll go get trash bags!" Cecil said, grinning. And dashed off to do so.

[myownface]

Sparkle just cackled as Cecil ran off.

Yessss, perfect. His wicked glitterplans were coming into realization!

Or they would be, if he had wicked glitterplans beyond, 'collect glitter, use glitter in places, profit.'

[voiceoverdue]

Those were still better plans than Cecil's, which pretty much went, "Not harmful. Oo, shiny!"

Not even necessarily in that order.

He was back soon with a full box of gardening-sized trash bags, and shook one out. "Do you think it's cleaner if we catch it, or should we just scoop up the drifts?"