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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[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?"

[myownface]

"I've just been scooping it up," Sparkle replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "It's way faster, and, like, I don't think people are going to be eating it or anything. If we get some snow or a few stray leaves or something, it just adds character, right?"

[voiceoverdue]

"Of course!" Cecil started scooping up glitter, grinning.

There was a loud honk from off to one side, and he looked over. "No, Foucault, you stay there! You don't want glitter in your feathers!"

[myownface]

"I left Velcro inside," Sparkle reported. "Anything that bathes itself using its mouth sure as hell shouldn't be out here in this, seriously. Makes me glad I'm not a dog owner today, wow. Can you imagine taking, like, a chihuahua out in this weather or something?"

You'd lose it. It would just turn into a bug-eyed runaway glitterball.

[voiceoverdue]

"That would be dangerous!" Cecil gave him a wide-eyed look. "It could fly right off or something!"

[myownface]

Okay, Sparkle kind of had to check, here, just to be sure he had this straight.

"Like, the dog could?"

Anywhere but Fandom, with anyone other than Cecil, he might have just assumed he had misheard, and then did that smile-and-nod thing instead.

[voiceoverdue]

"Of course!" What else could he mean? "It's really windy."

Because sometimes even Cecil used metaphors! ...Maybe.

[myownface]

"Do you, um, often see chihuahuas blowing away in the wind where you're from?"

Sparkle still felt compelled to ask, here. Just to be sure.

[voiceoverdue]

"Not that I remember?" Cecil thought about it. "Although what with erased memories and traumatic amnesia, you never know."

[myownface]

"Right, silly me," Sparkle sighed, grinning faintly. "Never a dull moment in Night Vale, huh?"

He was pretty sure he wouldn't last ten minutes there, himself.

[voiceoverdue]

"Oh, there's tons of dullness." Cecil shrugged. "We're just a small desert town, after all."

[myownface]

With the possibility of flying chihuahuas?

"... I guess what you're used to always has a chance of getting boring, anyway. I know I've spent a lot of time staring at walls in Toronto, too."

And there was plenty to do in Toronto.

[voiceoverdue]

"Do the walls do interesting things?" Cecil asked. Yes, he was completely serious.

[myownface]

"Nah," Sparkle sighed. "Mostly they just sit there holding up the ceiling, the same way the ones here on the island do."

Super exciting, those walls.

[voiceoverdue]

"Oh." Cecil wrinkled his nose, because bo-ring! But still, "That's an important job, I guess."

[myownface]

"Speaking as somebody who lives down on the second floor, it'd suck if the walls were to stop holding the ceilings up," Sparkle noted. "But, you know, they don't typically need supervision for that."

[voiceoverdue]

"They're generally pretty sturdy," Cecil agreed. "Just so long as they don't go on strike."

[myownface]

"I... Huh. Yeah, I would really like for the walls to never go on strike here, please."

And oh god, Sparkle hoped that Cecil hadn't just given them any ideas.