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The Front Lawn of the Dorms, Saturday Afternoon

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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Hanna took a moment to think, and then said, "I have some plastic bags, I think. I will be right back."

She had no idea how she could even use it to decorate something, just that she wanted to find a way. She ran off to go inside to her room, pelting and stirring up puffs of glitter in her wake.

Sparkle grinned after her, getting back to work stuffing more glitter away while he waited.

There was going to be so much of this shit around the dorms for a while.

Hanna returned only five minutes later, with plastic shopping bags in hand, and dragged them through the glitter, filling them the best she could. "Glue on a poster board?" she said, thinking aloud. "Or in vases everywhere. Or maybe stuck to the window? If Carmilla doesn't object."

"You could do, like, glitter edging on everything," Sparkle suggested. "Lampshades, window frames, your headboard..."

Sparkle could come up with plenty of places to put this stuff, no worries.

"Edging! Yes!" The most decoration Hanna had ever done was some carving on their house, when they had time. A few small hand-made toys. But this was so different and bright, she could try anything with it. "...and possibly clothes." She giggled. "Whether I want it or not."

"Definitely clothes," Sparkle laughed, tying off a pillowcase and reaching for another. "You're going to be twinkling at least until summer break, I'm pretty sure. But, I mean, at least it'll be awesome, right?"

That was one word for it.

"Yes," Hanna said with great satisfaction. She might get sick of it? But not any time soon. "Have you had a good week since I saw you last? Or was the Day of Truth awful for you?"

"The whole truth thing? I freaking hate it," Sparkle sighed, wrinkling his nose. "I didn't say anything too stupid, for the most part, but I did have a nice long rant at a teacher about trust issues and mary-jane, so that could've gone better. Ugh. How about you?"

"Mary Jane?" Hanna tilted her head. "It was-- uncomfortable. Being told things that people were embarrassed about. Like Alanna's breasts. I don't have too many secrets that people know enough about to ask awkward questions."

If they had, it would have been *so* much worse.

"Mary-jane," Sparkle replied, "like... pot. Dope. Weed. Marijuana."

Which he could have said right up front, granted.

"And... what? What were people saying about Alanna's tits?" A beat. "No, no, wait, I don't actually want to know. There are a lot of things I'd love to know, but anything about Alanna's boobs, I can probably pass on."

Not that he didn't like you, Alanna. But, uh.

"Oh. The drug." Right! She knew this one! "A relaxant and potential intoxicant... no, Alanna merely had some insecurities. She shouldn't, they're nice breasts."

"Yeah," Sparkle agreed, giving Hanna a sidelong glance. "The drug."

At least she just seemed pretty happy to know what it was? That was helpful.

"And she really shouldn't. I mean, like, I'll admit I'm not really the go-to guy for ranking the island's top ten hot chicks or anything, here. But she's got a great figure, she shouldn't get down on herself about it. Nobody here should. Fuck, like, most of the people on the island are impossibly hot."

"Johnny said I was hot," Hanna mused. "But also that he had a girlfriend. So it won't lead to anything but observation. And I think Alanna wasn't *too* worried. She and Johnny seemed happy to talk to each other even with all of the truth-sharing." Since they were dating, that was good, wasn't it?

"What did you tell someone about Mary Jane? Or is that an indiscreet question?"

"Little indiscreet," Sparkle replied, wrinkling his nose a little. "But, like, nobody seems to give a shit around here. Told a teacher that I was probably going to get drunk and high that night, no big deal. She didn't seem to care, except that she figured I had better uses for my time."

Seriously, this place weirded him out sometimes.

Hanna nodded in understanding, then tentatively asked, "You aren't worried about any health effects?"

Erik had been more than a little strict on the idea, since he had no idea how anything like that would effect Hanna.

"Ha, seriously? No way. I mean, it can't be good for me, whatever, but I smoke worse shit in a normal cigarette anyway. My health is clearly not, like, my highest priority."

He shrugged his shoulders and stuffed more glitter into this newer pillowcase.

"I don't much care."

Hanna found that -- worrying. She continued putting glitter in her bags, but then had to turn and ask, "Why not? Is it so enjoyable?"

Sparkle took a moment to actually seriously consider that.

And then he shrugged again.

"Depends on the day, I guess. It can be. Like, I'm not going to run around telling people they should take it up as a hobby or anything. But it works for me."

If that was true, he probably wouldn't be so angry all the time.

"Oh." Hanna considered that, brow furrowed, then nodded. "I wouldn't. But I don't know what it might do to me." Or what she might do to other people, while under the influence. "As you say: if it works for you..."

"To each their own," Sparkle suggested, giving Hanna a quick flash of a grin. "Apparently it wasn't enough to disqualify me from running for student council or scoring the position as student body president, which, hey, I didn't see coming. This place is full of surprises."

"What does a student body president do?" Hanna asked, frowning, then blowing a handful of glitter into the air from her palm. "And I am glad you were elected."

"Heh, thanks. Mostly, so far, I just help set up dances and complain when it looks like one of the school traditions is going to traumatize the whole student body," Sparkle replied. "Which, like, it takes a lot to do? People here are used to a lot of bad shit. But timing, man. Some timing is pretty brutal."

A Homecoming carnival, for example, would have been in horrible taste not more than two months after half the population of the island had been killed by the murder carnival that had set up shop here.

It occurred to Hanna that this was not the first time mention had been made of dangers on the island; but she still wasn't certain that referred to.

"Like what?" She cocked her head. "The day of truth was awkward, but it wasn't deadly. What kinds of things happen that are 'bad shit'?"

"Like, one time there were man-eating sharks falling from the sky," Sparkle replied. "And a few weeks back, the island was invaded by ghosts. They started possessing people and everything. Screwed-up stuff like that. Some is more dangerous than other stuff, though."

Um.

"How...?" No. "Why--" Wait.

A long pause.

"I don't know where to begin asking questions. About defending myself and other people."

The Front Lawn of the Dorms, Saturday Afternoon

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