H is for HOLD THIS!

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank dashed into the cafeteria carrying a rather large pot. Said pot looked to be fizzy, and really, there was no other word for it. Bits of something were bubbling and brewing and threatening to spill over the edge of the pot. Whenever Frank got close to a table of people, they generally let out some kind of noise and sort of moved out of the way. That Frank was leaning over to lick up whatever spilled over reassured absolutely no one. Her ability was pretty well known, even after her relatively short time here. That's what happened when you had WATCH ME EAT THIS THING Wednesday.

Now, however, Frank was at work on another "project," hence the fizzing, bubbling, brewing pot. She kept running from table to table, looking frantically around. Again, as people sort of generally knew what Frank was about, there was quite a bit of edging away. Lots of smiles all around though, and giggles and laughter, of course. Frank's hands were already beginning to feel sticky because of the stuff (because OF COURSE it involves sugar; have you not met Frank?), and she was seriously worried about the after effects.

And lo, she spotted a victim.

"Wally!" yelled Frank. She nearly plowed into a table, a bench hitting her hard in the knees and causing her to lurch forward. The contents of the pot nearly spilled, and only a lunge kept them mostly in the pot. Frank then shot her head forward, noisily slurping the contents of the pot. She then twisted and sort of sat on the bench, while still holding the pot. And then, she shoved the entire contents of the pot at Wally's chest. "HOLD THIS THING!"

Because who could resist that, really?

[Maya Wallander]

Sitting leaned against the table with her chin leaned against the palm of her hand, Wally looked over a blueprint of the school (Drawn from her own memory, and that was saying much). Chewing on her lower lip, Wally let out a faint sigh before tapping her finger against the paper, letting out a soft, but silent 'Ahh' and 'Ooh' every now and then.

She didn't really pay much attention to the people around her - the constant screeching of chairs and never ending chatter was something she tried blocking out as her eyes drifted back and forth across the white sheet of paper in front of her. Folding it together, Wally's attention was snapped away at the loud voice calling her name.

Jumping, Wally scrunched her brows as none other than Frank crashed into the table - or the bench, Wally didn't know. Her eyes were fixated on the witch pot in the girl's hands. What on earth was the hyperactive little bunny filled with goodness up to, Wally wondered as she watched her girl take in the contents of whatever was in the pot - before it was pushed up against her. Blinking, Wally wrapped her hands around it and looked down, scrunching her nose.

''What is that?'' Wally asked, unable to keep the amused grin off of her face as she lowered the pot to rest against her lap. For a second, she wanted to dip her finger into it, because seeing Frank eat it made her believe it was safe to do so - but only for a second. Then reality came crashing down on her and she realized that it was Frank who had handed her the pot.

''Are you making a love potion?'' Her eyes flashed up and Wally grinned, clearly amused by the thought. Frank in love had to be adorable. Actually, Frank was already adorable. Frank in love would make her squee.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"What?" managed Frank as she stepped back. Now that she was devoid of the hissing, bubbling, boiling pot, she had decided to lick her hands. This had very quickly turned out to be a very dangerous idea, since the delicious flavor all over Frank's hands made her want to dig a little deeper. and considering that Frank was pretty sure that she could literally eat a person's hand, including her own, she was actually a little thankful that Wally had spoken and distracted her.

'cuz that would've been a little gruesome.

"A love potio--Do I look like I need a love potion?" Frank threw back her head and scoffed. "I will strip-dance battle you here and now, Wallander, and the boys will be making it rain all over my hot bod," Frank's hands were halfway to her shirt, looking like she would very much do exactly as she threatened, when the pot in Wally's hands let out something that sounded very much like a burp. Frank stopped attempting to strip and instead clapped her hands.

"Awesome! I think it's nearly ready! So, you know how they say that you can mix pop rocks and soda and make your head explode?" Frank's grin threatened to consume her face as her eyes went to the pot, then to Wally, then to the pot again.

[Maya Wallander]

Giving the pot a sceptical look, Wally had to admit she was slightly terrified. It made sounds it definitely shouldn't be making. Her attention was once again snapped up as Frank spoke, a humorous grin returning to the brunette's lips. She didn't really doubt that Frank would actually strip off all her clothes - or the fact that she was hot (Wally knew that much already), so she didn't see much point in questioning her, ''Mmmm, that might bring unwanted attention.'' she said, smirking, ''Who knows what kind of creeps lurk out there- then again, you could just eat them.''

Her eyes dropped again at the burp-like sound coming from the pot, and her brows were once again scrunched. Why was she holding this again?

Mimicking Frank's voice, Wally pursed her lips, ''Did you make a bomb?'' she said, laughing before putting the pot on the table, standing and leaning over it. ''You're a genius, Frank,'' She truly was. In all her hyperactive madness, Wally adored the girl. Actually, she probably loved her in a non-creepy sense of the word. Then again, she wouldn't mind lurking outside the girl's window at night - pretty sure she already had.

Winking, Wally clapped her hands together, ''What are you planning?''

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Unwanted... attention...? Frank did not understand this combination of words, but it hardly mattered, what with the sputtering, spitting pot that Wally still, aw, now she'd gone and set it on the table. Frank watched as the pot bubbled and burped, even vibrating a little. That was new; the vibrating bit, anyway. The rest had been happening nearly since Frank had combined the two.

"A bomb? Nah, did that one already. At least, it's not supposed to be that much of a --" the pot burped, sending up a little geyser of extremely fizzy liquid that had probably been soda at some point in a past life. It had apparently sinned greatly and come back as the next lowest form of existence down from soda, which still fizzed, for some reason. The genius looked at the pot with something akin to a manic glee, which considering that it looked likely to explode or do who knows what else in the next few minutes, might not have been for the best.

At least they were gathering a crowd. Frank was used to that though; part of the whole being Frank thing.

"Plan?" repeated Frank, turning to look at Wally. She tilted her head to the side. "Plan? I don't know this word, plan. Is it one of those fancy Latin words? 'cuz I totally know enough French to---" the pot burped again. "You know, I'm thinking it's gonna kinda," Frank directed her hands upward, letting out a "woosh" noise as she did. The pot seemed to mimic her, bubbling, the fizzing starting to create a stream of some substance burbling over the sides. "Well, that's new."

[Maya Wallander]

Backing away from the pot, Wally gave Frank another look before laughing. Well, one thing was for certain, Wally wasn't sticking her hand down into the goo - whatever it was. As much as Frank adored pranking and tricks such as these, she would still have a felt a lot more comfortable knowing what it actually was and what it did. And the fact that Frank had clearly made it, didn't exactly make her feel anymore secure about it.

Amazed? Hell yeah. Trusting the fizzing goo? Never.

''Right, okay,'' Wally said, her eyes sparking with anticipation. Really, she would be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to see what was going to happen. One could never be too sure about Frank and her...Creations. ''I'm starting to think you're right,'' Taking another step back, Wally placed herself next to the bird and crossed her arms over her chest, cocking her head to the side as the liquid - the goo started pouring over the sides of the pot. ''Oh boy,''

And then, in the moment of sudden realization and a second of utter and completely genius mezemration; Wally used her powers to mimic a loud 'bang', as if mimicking the sound of an explosion; She watched the crowd that had gathered, fall to their knees, covering their heads, ''Suckers,'' the Australian whispered, directing her attention back towards the pot: Genius.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"pfft, I'm always right," if by right you meant "wrong," or maybe "right in Frank universe," though not that Frank would ever admit as much. She was more focused on the burping pot, getting ready for it to explode. Then, all of a sudden, she heard a loud bang. While this noise made everyone else dive for cover, it made Frank jump up and squeal with excitement.

The noise went high pitched, almost deafening, and ended up deflating in a manner not unlike a balloon. Frank stared at the pot for several seconds; it burped. She looked over at Wally, hearing the "suckers." So Frank punched Wally in the arm. Hard. "Assface."

And lo, the pot recognized the obvious tension there. For it burped. It burbled. Then it exploded in a very messy manner. The contents, which by this point were mostly sticky foam that only vaguely resembled soda, sprayed in all directions. The table was soaked. all the tables in a surrounding ring were soaked. And, of course, Frank and Wally were likely to be completely and utterly drenched by the stuff.

Frank licked it. "Well, that was cool," she said. She was trying to get her tongue up toward her eye, where she wore a solid band of the fizzy junk. More of it clung to her hair, and it seemed to be oozing off her in chunks.

[Maya Wallander]

''Sure you are, gorgeous,'' Wally said, grinning as she gave Frank's head a pat. Really, Wally didn't think the girl beside her could get any more adorable than what she was, her reaction to Wally's mimick had her blowing up the adorable scale.

''Keep that up and I might just fall in love with you,'' Wally teased with a wink.

''Hey!'', Wally laughed at the punch against her arm, though, she was still grinning. And Frank's comment had a small chuckle escape her lips, ''Bite me,'' she almost purred at Mrs. Eat A Lot. Then again, having the girl bite her - or eat her was probably not such a good idea. Then again, it did make her wonder...


But Wally didn't have much time to ponder as the pot suddenly exploded. In a flare of color and noises, Wally blinked as she found herself covered in whatever the heck had been in the pot. It was everywhere. Her hair, her face, her clothes... Blinking again, Wally took a look down herself, unable to say anything at all. Her jaw was dropped into a giant 'O' as she watched the goo drip to the floor.

Bending down, Wally scooped a pile of the goo into her hands, and as she rose, she dropped the pile over Frank's head, ''You know what this means, right?'' Goo-fight.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Wait, so you're not in love with me already?" Frank began to protest, began, because, well, exploding pot filled of goo. The stuff got pretty well everywhere after all, though Frank couldn't really see it that well, as more of the fizzy stuff seemed to be getting into her eyes. It burned a little, but it was the good kind of pain, the kind of pain that you got after you'd done something TOTALLY AWESOME and more or less gotten away with it. Okay, so maybe that last bit was a little hopeful thinking, but c'mon, who was gonna blame them for this?

(everybody)

Frank felt more goo sliding down her head, so she did the only logical thing and began licking at it in a manner not unlike one Scooby Doo. She eventually just took her hand and wiped at her face like it was a windshield wiper. Frank probably would've started just nomming at all the fizz in sight had she not caught Wally's words, and, more importantly, Wally's intent. Frank grinned, showing all her teeth.

"GOO FIGHT!" she yelled, taking the goo gathered on her arm and flinging it at the nearest un-gooed table, where it would no doubt land on someone's face.

{should we open this up for other peoples to join? Y'know, 'cuz, goo fights are better when shared?}

[Maya Wallander]

''Shhh, that's supposed to be a secret,'' Who wouldn't be? Wally was fairly sure she didn't give the girl enough credit. As annoying as she could be, Wally did dote on her. A lot. But yeah, she didn't get much time to think about it with all that was happening around her.

Crouching down, Wally slid underneath the table to use it as some form of shield before scooping up someone of the goo and use her tank top as a bucket. She scooped up as much as she could and started sended fists of goo flying in all directions. She didn't care if she actually hit someone or not, this was too good of a chance to miss up on.

And they were so going to get into trouble for this.

As Wally was about to step out from underneath the table to collect more of the goo, she found herself slipping and falling face first into a pile of the goo. Great, just great. As if she wasn't covered enough in the stuff already. But hey, maybe she was lucky enough that stiff stuff has some magical effect on her skin? Well, that or mutate it.

(( We should! ))