Glitter Bombing

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank stared at the bomb she'd rigged to the door of the Teacher's Lounge, wondering what about this whole setup didn't feel quite right to her. The bomb looked pretty well like every other glitter bomb that Frank had ever set up: small, compact, with a brilliantly covered streamer attached to the door so that the moment said door opened, an explosion of sequins, glitter, and confetti would rain down in the near area. Frank knew she'd crammed enough into this particular number to spread through a good portion of the teacher's lounge, not to mention getting the poor unlucky victim covered in glitter and messes.

So why did this look off?

Frank walked a few steps to the left. Then she walked a few steps to the right. Then she stopped, finally snapping her fingers. "I set it up so I'm still inside the teacher's lounge!" she said, nodding. "That's it!"

Then she paused, looking around. "Well, I guess I might as well wait and see who it hits then," she said, giggling a little and taking a seat on a nearby cushioned chair, staring straight at the door. She stared. Hard. And she really hoped someone came in here pretty soon, or else she'd have to start trying to do a dance party by herself, and that just never turned out well.

[Ryan Alexander]

She turned the doorknob and opened it and she heard a bang. Glitter rained down and a grin spread across her face after the initial surprise at the sound it made. She put her hands up in the air and spun lightly around like a little kid in a bit of a pirouette.  She almost wished she was wearing a dress to add to the effect.

"Cool!" She clapped as it settled, and then brushed as much glitter off her as she could.

"I'm going to look like a fairy all day now...which, considering my sexual orientation, will not be totally inaccurate." She laughed and arched a brow.  Then her mouth screwed up, her lips going to one side of her face as she thought hard.

"Now what was I coming in here for? Why am I in the teacher's lounge in the first place when I'm in college..." She tapped her chin. She was always forgetting stuff.

"Ah. Right. I wanted to see if they were hiding any donuts in here because my stash from Kalispell is gone." She started walking towards the fridge and then she spotted the girl.

"Oh hello. Are you a teacher I should be hiding from, or did you just sneak in here like me?" If it was the former, Ryan was just hoping she wouldn't be recognized because she was fairly new and was laying low for the first part of the semester. Also, she might hide after the fact. Maybe that would actually work.  Oh.  Another possibility occurred to her.

"Or are you the culprit behind that wonderful little contraption I just walked into? If so, total props. Too bad you didn't get a teacher, but it was absolutely bloody lovely for me to walk into that, even if I was to get caught because of the sound. I wouldn't give a damn because it was just that awesome."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank had to let out a rather loud giggle as someone walked right into her little trap. The girl didn't seem all that put out by it, even making something of a joke about it. Strange though: Frank couldn't quite recall girls being called fairies unless they were kids or happened to have the whole wing thing.

"Shouldn't you know that?" she had to ask as Ryan asked why she was in there. "Maybe you're here to see someone? Or to look at their coffee? They do have good--" but the girl was apparently so wrapped up in her own world that she didn't quite notice, instead heading for the fridge.

Then she stopped and turned. Frank tilted her head to the side, smiled, and wiggled a few fingers in greeting. She had to giggle at the question though. "I don't think anyone's ever thought I was a teacher before." She tilted her head. "You must be kinda new or something then, 'cuz I'm totally obviously not. And I so did the trap,' Frank was already coming up over the chair she'd been sitting on, "I'm Frank!" She extended a hand in greeting. "Nice to meet you!" And she didn't seem to mind wading through some of the glitter that still trailed over the floor.

[Ryan Alexander]

"Oh wait. Fairies were guys. Never mind." She shook her head. This was what Ryan was. Random thoughts strung together by only the string of time. Ryan rummaged through the fridge as she answered the girl.

"I wasn't sure. I am new here. Just transferred here from St. Bethany's in England. Haven't really gotten to know the teachers, and even if I had I might not have remembered. They don't matter." She shrugged.

"VICTORY! DONUTS!" She withdrew a whole plastic container and opened it. She took a couple and slung them on her index finger and middle finger before offering the container to the other girl.

"Want one? To the victors go the spoils. We snuck into this lounge and we deserve a reward. Simple as that." She just looked at the hand extended.

"Uh...not to be rude but I don't shake hands. It's just this...thing I do. Sorry. But I am glad to meet you, and I extended donuts. We good?"

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Really? I totes went to that school!" Frank said, hopping a few more times. "I was the crazy American girl who threw all the parties and got all the boys," Frank sighed, looking dreamily off into the middle distance. "It was so much fun."

Frank kept staring even as she heard the word donuts. That seemed to take a bit, and she turned to look at them. "Ooooo, staff donuts," she said, turning and pointing. "those are okay, but, like, they're probably just something cheap that they totes bought and stuff. Outta the way, I'll show you how a pro does it."

Frank nodded and again waded through, leaving some glitter in her wake. She ignored the whole not shaking hands thing (Weird, but Frank sort of rolled with the weird). Instead Frank went straight to the cabinets, bent down, and pulled out a container. It happened to be a well-made tupperware with a tape label that happened to include smiling faces. Not like Frank was going to go for the protein shakes and the other bits that she knew various staff members ate (that and she knew which ones she could get away with).

Instead she held up the Tupperware, opening it. "Ms. Legrange makes, like, the best muffins," she said, reaching in and pulling out one that looked almost too perfect. She then proceeded to attempt to shove the entire muffin top into her mouth, which proved a bit too much, even for Frank.

[Ryan Alexander]

Ryan laughed at the description.

"I may not have been there when you were over there. I went to Acton Vale my first few years of having powers. Then it burnt down and I got transferred to St Bethany's. I think I remember a few people talking about you though. Can't for the life of me recall what they said, but I'm sure you made an impression." She grinned.

"Besides which, even if we were there at the same time we wouldn't have crossed paths. If you were getting all the boys, I was setting my sights on the girls. Or they were setting their sights on me. I was the mysterious painter girl." Ryan shrugged as if to say 'what can you do' and then watched as Frank went and got a container out of the cupboard.

"Muffins, huh?" Her eyes widened when she saw that muffin go in.

"Okay don't take this the wrong way, but for that to have gone in as much as it has, you have a big mouth."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Well, I suppose we coulda missed each other. And if you were all busy being mysterious lesbo chick then we might notta met at all," Frank agreed before making sure to eat the muffin. The thought of leaving an impression made her grin all the wider though. It was nice to know that she left something of an impact wherever she went after all. Not that Frank was all that surprised: she wasn't exactly quiet or stealthy or anything like that.

Hence the glitter bomb and the eating most of a muffin. Frank shrugged and talked around it, somehow managing to do so with a minimum of sprayed crumbs: "Well, yeah, but it's also, like, my power," she swallowed, bringing up her arm to rub the last few bites of crumbs off. "I can literally eat, like anything." Frank tapped the Tupperware. "I could toes eat this if I wanted. Be kinda mean though. Plus, like," She held up the muffin, "this tastes better."

She popped the rest of it into her mouth, then held the container up to Ryan, shaking it in what she thought was an enticing manner.

[Ryan Alexander]

"Wait...you can eat anything?" Ryan's eyes lit up.

"I can manipulate metal. And detect it. Do you know how long it takes for metal to dissolve in your stomach out of curiosity? Because you know, I might be able to use my metal detection radar thingy and time it." She was naturally curious. And if curiosity hadn't killed Humphries, the cat at Bellefonte she'd heard about, then it couldn't kill her. Right?

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank nodded. "Eyup, Though, like, some stuff still does weird things to me," Frank pulled a face and raised up the hand not holding the Tupperware, giving it a wiggle. Then, since the other girl didn't seem quite as interested in the muffins as Frank would expect, Frank just popped it open and started gnawing down on another of her own.

She considered the question, shrugging slightly. "Depends on the metal and all. I don't go around eating them all that often or anything," Frank pointed at her mouth, where bits of muffin could be seen, "gets stuck in my teefers and that's just a pain," Frank swallowed, tapping her finger to her chin as she considered. "But it does seem to take a bit. Though metals that are supposed to go into your body seem to take less time. And softer ones. I haven't eaten any in a while. Like, iron? Yuck," Frank stuck out her tongue, shaking her head. She retracted it, taking more muffin down and nodding.

"I'd much rather have muffins."

[Ryan Alexander]

Ryan looked at Frank unimpressed as the girl chowed down on the muffins. When she said she'd much rather have muffins, Ryan smirked and snagged a couple out of the tupperware.

"I can see that. Gimme.  Leave some for me. If they're as good as you say, I might even want to sneak into this LeGrange's filing cabinet and steal her recipe. Or incorporate it into a painting. I wonder how I could do that...maybe a metaphor piece for weight. Muffin-top...the real thing versus the monster the media has created...I'm thinking too much. So why did you rig the door with glitter? Other than the fact glitter's fabulous of course."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank held out the Tupperware container as Ryan asked for it. "Totes still enough in there," she said, nodding at it. "She makes, like," Frank rolled her eyes, "a lot of them."

And Frank often ended up being the one to sneak in and eat most of them, which generally left Charity thinking that people were actually eating and enjoying her muffins which in turn made her want to keep making them. And thus the cycle of providing joy and muffins just kept right on going.

"I think it's a secret?" Frank said, tilting her head and pursing her lips. "I haven't, like, really talked to her about it or anything, but it seems like it's one of those big important secret things and---oh, that?" Frank tilted her head to look at the trail of glitter again. "I do that all the time," she shrugged and walked forward, tracing the step. "Most of the staff just kind of expects it by now. I'm just living up to their expectations and making life fun for them."

Frank began gathering up most of the glitter that had been in piles, as well as moving around the room and pulling bags of the stuff out of nooks and crannies, humming all the while.

[Ryan Alexander]

"Muffins. The trade secret." Ryan snickered and bit into one of the muffins.

"Mmm. These ARE good. Glad you told me about them. I may have to sneak in here more often." She grinned.

"So...if they expect glitter now, doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose of the glitter bomb? The element of surprise? Also, if that was the case why did you look disappointed when I walked in and took the glitter right in stride? I mean...you helped me make an amazing entrance and you just said you didn't expect anyone to be surprised."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank nodded eagerly at the mention of the muffins. "I know, right? But she totes makes them for some of the clubs and all, so I usually nom the crap outta them whenever they show up. It's all like," she pushed the muffin toward her mouth, "scarf, scarf, scarf," Frank then giggled, lowering her hand and nodding a few more times. Yep, there were definitely delicious things to eat around the school if you knew where to look, and Frank certainly knew precisely where to look.

As for the surprise: "Well, sometimes I do stuff that is surprising," Frank explained, gesturing with one hand, "but other times I've got to give the audience what they want. If it wasn't for me, they wouldn't get their daily serving of glitter, and wouldn't that just be awful?" Frank's eyes widened at that, and she nodded a few more times, just to fully emphasize the sheer awfulness of not having glitter.

[Ryan Alexander]

Ryan nodded somberly along with Frank when she spoke about daily doses of glitter.

"May I humbly suggest glitter pranking a certain Nico? He's just a stick in the mud. Or at least the times I've met him. He needs his daily dose of glitter. I think interesting might be a medicinal need for the boy." She shook her head and sighed.

"Glad we agree though on the needs this school has. People weren't too keen when I mentioned my idea for a painting in which I paint with alcohol and then light certain spots on fire. I promised to have a fire extinguisher handy, and it isn't like I'm drinking the alcohol. I still don't see the problem. You wouldn't happen to know where a bunch of firecrackers were, would you? I was thinking of sculpting a voodoo doll out of fireworks too."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Nico, Nico, Nico," Frank repeated, tapping her finger to the side of her face with each word, "I don't think I've ever met a Nico... it's kind of a fun name though. If I meet him, I'll totes nail him with some glitter: he sounds like he needs it."

And Frank had pretty well sworn to inflict herself upon everyone who clearly needed a little glitter and sunshine in their lives. Too often the world wallowed in all the muck and the nasty, especially around here. It kind of came with being in a boarding school, from Frank's vast experience (though the mutant powers didn't really help).

"I know!" she said as Ryan finished, her own eyes going wide. "They're, like, super uptight about stuff like that! I have this cannon that's totally cleared: made it through customs and everything, but they get all edgy whenever it's around and stuff. I do know where the school's keeping a lot of fireworks and I've got some that I bought in Mexico, but I'm saving some of those..."

Frank tilted her head, tapping her temple, "I don't know if I've got enough to share..." Which sounded like a lack of foresight, really.