The Great BASSening

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank stuck out her tongue as she adjusted the mounted novelty fish. "Just a little to the right..." she said to herself, giving it another tap. As she did, it broke out into a very snappy little dance number, something about how "it might seem crazy what it's about to say." Frank quickly poked a button and turned, eyes darting around wildly, hands frozen on the fish.

"Okay, so far so good," Frank said, before slowly backing up. She got about four steps before she kicked off another mounted fish that happened to be angled opposite this one. "CLAP ALONG IF HAPPINESS IS THE TRUTH" started blaring. Frank dashed toward that one, setting off another three along the route, each one blaring out a different part of the song. Frank quickly dashed along the line, slapping red buttons just below fish and silencing their song.

Then she paused, looking around the room. The fish lined the walls at various angles, and there were at least twelve of them. Frank had purchased them all on sale, and of course she'd managed to get them hooked up with one of the best songs in existence. Pharrel's "Happy" would blare if you just moved in front of them. And given the way the fish were angled, well.

"Okay," Frank said, nodding and backing up. She got a half a step before a fish started. its movements set off another. Frank then dove to the ground, army-crawling along (and setting off a fish in the process). She finally stopped behind a couch, listening as the fish slowly stopped their singing. Frank poked her head up. "You know," she said to the fish-filled room, "I really need to start thinking of exit strategies..."

[Martin Grey]

Hot glue guns should not be sold to minors, especially minors who are also buying nails, mass loads of cat posters and a hammer. This being said hot glue guns should not be sold to anyone with crazy hair or neon blue eyes and it should never be sold to those who have both. Thankfully the cashier had not bothered to ask what he was planning to do with all these items.

So, with his rucksack full of the items he would need to deface the teachers lounge, Martin walked the halls until reached the door. He took no notice of any music playing and opened the door. Now, stepping inside was a mistake, because the instant he did a number of fish began to sing. He slammed the door and leaped over a chair before ducking down. GOD DAMMIT! SOMEONE HAD BEATEN HIM TO IT! He looked over the top of the chair and caught sight of a girl behind the coach "HEY! DID YOU DO THIS?" Grinning he straddled the chair and leaped from it, doing a ninja roll and jumping over the coach "Because it's f%$#@&^ awesome. Martin Grey" He put out a hand to shake.

A room full of fish was in the need for cat posters galore, wouldn't you agree?

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

The entire room erupted into renditions of "Happy" done from various points in the song and at different beats. Frank erupted into giggles that nearly rendered her incapable of staying upright. She was already on the floor when the guy who set them all off entered. Frank grinned up at him before nodding several times. She let out a little squeak as he leaped over and rolled beside her.

"That was awesome!" She nearly squealed. Frank then used the outstretched hand not to shake but for a hi-five (or mid five, depending roughly on what height Martin had extended it in). "And yeah, I thought it would be pretty sweet," Frank looked up, where the fish had more or less stopped. One last one was talking about raising the roof before it too settled down. Frank nodded and looked over.

"You look really young for a teacher type,' she pointed out, eyes squinting. "I didn't know they were hiring young geniuses, but it's to be expected," she tilted her head. "I wonder why we don't see more kid geniuses around here. You'd think the school would be just filled with them..."

[Martin Grey]

Martin high fived her hand before opening his bag and spilling the contents upon the floor "Yeah...I'm not a teacher. I'm a fellow prankster! Someone who revels in causing chaos." He started to unfurl one of the posters as she continued to babble 'You're right we need more kid geniuses! But how...maybe if we set up a snare with a textbook in it we'll catch us some!" Standing up, he moved towards the wall setting off more of the fish.

Placing the poster on the wall he looked over at the girl and grinned "Where there fish there's cats, right?" He bent down and plugged in his glue-gun before nodding towards the girl "Wanna give me a hand?"

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

A fellow prankster? Frank's eyes lit up with that, and she leaned over when she saw the posters. "oooo," she cooed as she beheld them. There was something in there about catching kid geniuses (it likely would be embedded in Frank's subconscious and be part of another stunt later on), but Frank was mostly distracted with the appearance of an honest to God glue gun.

The standing up did set up more fish, and Frank watched as Martin put a poster on the wall. "you should get the spots I missed!" she said, popping up. She pointed, "They definitely need one above the coffee pot," which did have a fish sorta nearby, but not really over, "and the doors and---IS THAT A SUREBONDER PROFESSIONAL ONE HUNDRED? Those things are awesome!" Frank leaned over and cooed at the gun in Martin's hand, her eyes appropriately large.

[Martin Grey]

The gun had warmed up enough to use, so Martin started to cover the wall with glue and smacked one poster on it "Why yes it is. And they totally didn't ID me for it!" He laughed as she leaned over to inspect it. This was going to fun "So...you gonna give me a hand or what?" Nodding towards the hammer and nails.

The glue dried, he leaped over the couch and shot at the wall again. The fish started to sing, but he was laughing to hard to really hear them "Cat POSTERS EVERYWHERE!" Slamming another poster on the wall he move along the wall and held out his glue-gun "Wanna give it a whirl, girl?

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank giggled as Martin talked about being ID'd for the gun. "You just gotta know the right peeps," she insisted, adding a quick wink. Frank definitely had people for that sort of thing: she had people for nearly everything (and at least one person who was literally her people person; she had to do at least one thing that was definitely a rich person thing). Frank skipped forward and noticed the hammer and nails.

"What are the nails for?" she wondered, picking one up and studying it curiously. The fish were singing again, but Frank couldn't really hear them over Martin's cry. Frank giggled again before whirling. "Aye, aye" she said, grabbing it. She popped off a quick salute with the weapon before darting forward. She moved with obvious practice, gluing a quick rectangle and slapping another cat poster on the wall at a decidedly crooked angle.

Frank then backed up and kissed her lips. "C'est magnifique!"

[Martin Grey]

The girl grabbed the gun and Martin looked on in awe at her obvious experiance using one. Then he remebered he still had the nails to deal with, so he jumped back and picked them up. Looking through his bag he found the small bolt-cutters and a few needles "This is the best part, my whirling girl. This is the part where we short-wire a lot of plugs." Without another word Martin jumped towards the nearest plug and pushed a needle through it's wire before cutting of the excess.

In this way Martin went about the room, with the sound Pharrel following him, and fixed all the plugs. Turning back around he noticed the quick work done by the girl and nodded "Wunderbar!" He then started to hammer the nails onto the corners of posters "They'll think they're hung up by the nails and spend ages pulling them out. You got any glitter?" A crooked smile formed as he tilted his head at her.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank watched as the guy pulled out something out. "ooo, I never tried short-wiring! well, I did have this one friend who, could, like, absorb electricity and he'd sometimes do that and stuff and it was always really cool to watch him and--" and Frank paused as she realized that Martin had already moved along. Frank skipped forward a few steps to get a better look, leaning forward and craning her neck to get a good view.

of course "Happy" provided their background soundtrack, much as it did for most of Frank's life. Frank watched Martin jut around for a bit before realizing that she should probably slap up a few more cat posters if he had them. even if he didn't, she now had a glue gun, and "It'll be fun to glue just a few of these..." she mused aloud before selecting some fish at random to glue.

Frank paused as Martin asked again, turning. "Well, yeah, doesn't everybody!?" Frank then reached into her pocket, dug for a few seconds, and produced a ziplock bag filled with a brilliant pink and purple mixture. "I just got this with me here: you want more, I'm gonna have to try and remember where my closest stash is."

[Martin Grey]

Marin gave her a crooked smile before taking the glitter from her "Yeah...Electricity is my thaaang" He let the ever constant supply of it to flick across his hands, nearly melting the newly aqquired glitter. In a matter of moments Martin had began to jump over the coaches and chairs, spilling glitter everywhere "Put some glue on this table!" He jumped upon one of the tables and grabbed a mug off of it. After she glued it he carefully placed the mug onto the sticky surface, sprinkiling some glitter around the sides of it.

A thought flashed into his head "We need trip wires!" He jumped across to his bag and started to dig about inside of it, looking for some string or wire.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"That's a cool thang," Frank said, bobbing her heard. She let out a little squeal as she watched the bits flare up between his fingers. It looked even cooler with all the glitter about. Frank had started to reach toward it, only barely reminding herself of what would happen, pulling back before it got too extreme.

"Right!" Frank said, adjusting the glue gun to hit the table. She ran up and down its length, layering a thin layer of glue around. "Trip wi--heeey," Frank said, turning, pointing the gun at Martin, "no hurting people! That's one of the rules of pranking!" Frank gave the gun a slight squeeze, letting just a bit of hot glue come out the ends. "Don't make me have to glue a warning to your butt! Just fishies! And posters. And glitter. And maybe some glue," Frank tapped the gun against her chin, just barely avoiding the glue she'd leaked out a bit earlier as she considered the room around her.

[Martin Grey]

Martin cocked his head when she began to reach out towards the electricity, was she seriously going to touch it? It was pretty cool, he gave her that, but touching it was dangerous unless you could control or absorb it. He raised his arms up in surrender when he saw her pointing the glue gun at his face "Right. No hurting people. Can I maim them? Or how about mildy electrocuting?" An eyebrow raised as she let some hot glue dribble out.

As if the small threat of being glued had never happened Martin went back to sprinkiling glitter around the room, even forming a small M on one of the coffee tables. He gave a look around the room before jumping onto a coach and lying down "Hmmm..." In a matter of seconds he jumped up and grabbed some hot sauce from his bag, which must contain a wormhole of some sorts "How 'bout we spice up their coffee time as well?"

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank nodded as Martin repeated the bit about not hurting people, glad that it got through. "No to the maiming, yes to the mildly electrocuting, since that's kinda more on the whole line of legit harming them and just kinda pranking them,' Frank said, holding up a hand and wiggling it slightly from side to side. It sounded more or less like using a joy-buzzer to Frank, and she knew that those were most definitely on the okay list.

She bounded back over to watch Martin sprinkle the glitter into shapes, letting out an "ooh" as she realized what he was doing. Frank then went and arranged some of the glitter to add a much smaller "& F!" To the whole thing, nodding before turning back. "Oh, that's a good plan!" Frank said, darting forward to grab the hot sauce. "The trick is to mix it with the creamer though," she bounded up to sort through the coffee supplies. "Cuz then they're all like 'does the coffee seem spicy to you'? And some of them are gonna be all 'nuh uh, tastes like coffee.'"

Frank then reached into the fridge, rummaged around, and produced a thing of coffee. She wiggled it before holding it and the sauce out, figuring that Martin should have the honor (which really didn't explain why she'd grabbed the sauce in the first place, but planning was not one of Frank's strong suits).

[Martin Grey]

"MY GREAT DEITY ABOVE THAT IS BRILLIANT!" Martin threw his arms upwards as she explained the minor details of coffee spiking. He came bounding after her and took hold of the sauce, shaking it violently "Shall we?" The sauce came out in small dribbles into the creamer and Martin soon became bored of watching it drip in. Untwisting the cap he shook the bottle's contents into the coffee.

After he had gotten halfway through the bottle he turned it back up and gave a sigh "What more damage can be done, my partner in crime? How else shall we cause chaos in this room of oppurtunities? We could glue some items to the ceiling or..." He tapped his bottom lip as he thought through a few schemes.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank let out a whoop as Martin declared her idea brilliant. "I is expert!" she said, before watching as Martin added the dribbles. Naturally Frank had to wiggle in place all the while, since that was most definitely what needed to be happening, if only to keep the suppressed energy in one spot. Half the bottle did seem good, and frank nodded again, stepping back (setting off a few more bass) and looking around.

"You gotta be careful with glue and the ceiling," she said, tilting her head up to look. "Comes back down, lands on your head. Not fun. No, the trick," Frank said, moving over to the table, and reaching under, "is to glue under stuff," and she wrenched, coming up with what appeared to be a glittery toy bug of some kind. Frank tilted it, looking, "Aww, it's outta batteries," Frank frowned, then looked over at Martin. "You got anything that makes noise in the sack of awesome?"