FIRE DRILL!, Outside the Dorms, Friday Night into Saturday

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It started around midnight. Big, purple globs of grape jello, raining down from the sky. Jello drenched the bricks, the emo garden up on the roof, and every window that happened to be on the wrong end of the wind.

An hour later, the dorm sirens began blaring.

By then, the lawn was already coated in a thin layer of jello, and it did not look like the weather had any intention of letting up.

[[ FIRE DRILL! open to all students! ]]

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[intotheout]

"Jello," Tip asnwered, picking the question she, you know, noticed. "It's usually a dessert, not precipitation."

[era_two_triangle]

"A what?"

Sorry, Tip. Even while being rained on, Peridot had to ask about food things.

A piece of Jell-O splattered on the ground nearby, and she crouched down to inspect it.

"Is dessert a human word for gelatinous blob clumps?"

[intotheout]

"It's a human word for sweet food that you eat for pleasure instead of for nutrition." Tip wrinkled her nose. "Don't think I'll be having jello any time soon, though."

This was just . . . gross.

[era_two_triangle]

"Makes me once again grateful that I don't eat," Peridot decreed. "I can't fathom putting this into your mouth and mashing it up and then having it go through you..."

She shuddered.