Cheerleader Uniform Crisis!

[Cade Carson]

"You have a weird idea of what's awesome." He laughed though, shaking his head. When she sat on it, he smirked.

"How are you going to get it open if you're sittin' on it?" He rolled his eyes. Then she mentioned eating the lock.

"Go ahead and eat it if you want." If she'd already forgotten all about the cheerleading uniforms and the desk in the corner, there was no way she was going to be able to focus on the situation long enough to find something so small as a key. Besides, Cade was curious as to how her power worked. He stuck his hands in his jeans pockets as he leaned up against the nearest wall. Now he was kind of curious what was in the chest too.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Please, it's like the epic ballads say: everything is awesome!" Frank half-sang the last bit, letting it sort of chirp out in a warbling sort of way. Then came some more giggled which very nearly caused her to lose her perch atop the chest. She turned the slide into something of a shimmy, working off the chest just as Cade insisted that she couldn't get it open while being atop it.

Naturally Frank also stuck her tongue out at the young man, because clearly that was very much necessary. She then shifted her knees, walking on them as she moved back around to the front of the chest. "okay, works for me," she said, gnashing her teeth a few times. She grinned at Cade: "You totally want to see my power in action, right? It's super cool!" and with that, she bent down. Frank pulled the lock of the chest free, and brought her teeth down. A grinding noise came from it as Frank pulled her head back. A piece of metal dangled from her lips for a moment before she pulled it in, swallowing and making a face.

"Tastes like dust," she said, sticking her tongue out and shaking her head slightly.

[Cade Carson]

"That isn't a ballad. That's a song from the Lego Movie." Cade looked at her, an amused smile gracing his face. When she ate the lock and related to him that it tasted like dust, Cade couldn't help but laugh.

"Your immune system must be extra strong for you to be able to process anything that's on the stuff you eat too, huh?" He found the power fascinating, to be honest. There wasn't much he was fascinated by, but the idea of this power to eat anything intrigued him.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Potato, potato," said Frank, not altering the pronunciation between the two words (Technically one word repeated) a whit. Frank simply turned to focus on the task at hand: getting the lock on the chest open. She still chewed at the iron, pausing only a few moments to make faces and stuff.

She looked back at his comment, shrugging. "I dunno, probably?" Frank tilted her head to the side. "I still get poisoned by, like, really poisonous stuff, but my power's so jacked that it usually leaves me like super quick. Like, whoosh," Frank gestured down her body and going out, which really didn't leave a while lot to the imagination. Then she nodded and leaned over, elbowing the chest. "SHEZOW!"

And it popped open. Frank let out a little coo and dove into the chest, her butt wiggling as she pawed around. "Aww, it's not filled with booty at all!" she whined, pulling out one of the items, which looked to be explosives of some kind. "Though I guess these are still kinda fun..."

[Cade Carson]

She repeated the word 'potato'. Maybe she meant the expression with it pronounced different ways, but he just arched an eyebrow.

"You...like potatoes?" Really, who didn't. But somehow he didn't think that had been what she'd been getting at. When she looked inside the chest, his eyes widened as he dropped to his knees beside her and looked inside.

"NICE!" Briefly he wondered what would happen if she ate one. But he could also think of some really epic pranks that involved such things as strapping a small firework to the underside of a teacher's chair. Preferably that art teacher, Jamie Foster, who liked to pick apart what he said.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Who doesn't like potatoes?" asked Frank, rolling her eyes. It seemed like such a random question to ask, and that was coming from Frank. Though now she was far more interested in the nice chest before her, already rummaging through things, picking out the various explosives and such. "Soooo, I'm guessing these are either, like, for the secret weaponry that the school's been building to fight against anyone who would dare oppose us, the theatre club, or someone's creating an anti-zombie army like I suggested."

Frank looked around for a bit. There did seem to be a few different explosives in here, and she supposed it did make sense to leave them in a locked chest tucked away in the back of a storage room. "Kinda weird that they weren't hidden better though. I wonder if they're fake?"

And Frank picked up a smaller one and swirled it around a bit, since clearly that was the best way to test whether an explosive was real or not.

[Cade Carson]

Secret weaponry? Theatre club? Anti-zombie army? He arched an eyebrow.

"We're in a world full of superpowered people. I'm actually thinking your idea of the anti-zombie army might be a good idea. Just to volunteer information, a sword can be the best way to take them down and I happen to be an expert swordsman." Cade shrugged.

"Unfortunately our school is very boring so it's likely not the anti-zombie army option. Maybe there's terrorists storing their extra explosives in the school though! Bullies who have plans! Or pranksters who have their priorities straight. Hopefully they go straight for strapping a small firework under Jamie Foster's teacher chair. I'd pay money to see her terrified, even for a second. Especially after all the smartass comments she's made and the fact she poured a bottle of water on my face while I was sleeping. Sleeping, I tell you. It started to do that whole 'near-freezy' thing and was kind of uncomfortable for a while."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank nodded, her eyes going wide. "I know! Like, I kept saying that, but people were all like 'whatever Frank, stop being silly Frank, and you shouldn't be bothering the headmistress even if you were totally kidnapped with her that one time so you know what she looks like when they only hose you down every other day or so,'" Frank let out a raspberry and rolled her eyes before looking back at the stuff. Cade did have a few other ideas, though: "Probably not bullies: they'd have to be dumb or desperate for this and---"

She paused, tilting her head. "Miss Foster? The Art teacher?" she wrinkled her nose, trying to remember. "I dunno, she's usually kinda cool. Why would you even sleep in her class anyway? Art's, like, one of the funnest subjects here," Frank shook the explosive she had a little more before dropping it back into the box. She considered it for a moment: "Probably should just leave this here. I can always buy us explosives of our own if we want some. Plus," she turned and nodded at Cade, "we totally have uniforms to find!"

And just like that, she was bounding back into the room, attacking yet another box with near reckless abandon.

[Cade Carson]

"I didn't sleep in Miss Foster's class. Then I could've understood her pouring the water over my head. I was sleeping in the middle of the training field. It's comfier there, and I had been hit with a wave of my sleep side-effect so I had no choice. Regardless, I'd enjoy strapping a firework under her chair." Maybe Cade would try to organize that sometime. Foster was a good teacher. He couldn't help admitting that. But she did need to loosen up some. Granted, terrifying her might not the best way. But he couldn't think of anything else. There's no way she'd say yes to going out for a drink, especially when he was a year shy of actual drinking age. Cade watched Frank bound away and he arched his eyebrows.

"You still haven't checked that desk drawer like I suggested."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank giggled. "In a field? you were so asking for it! Or gatorade," she bobbed her head, "I so would've used gatorade, way more fun. But trust me, fireworks are not the way of getting hot people to pay attention to you," Frank waited a beat, then pointed at Cade's chest, "you should take off your shirt instead. You look like you toes got the abs for it."

Frank added another nod and then turned. "What? Why would the uniforms be in a desk drawer? Which desk drawer? Where?" Frank spun a few more times, which of course made her dizzy, so she collapsed and sat on another box, fortunately one fairly far away from the explosives and such. She added another giggle and turned again, still looking for a desk drawer that was supposedly somewhere here.

"World is spinning, spinning, spinning," she said, adding a few more giggles and sighing.

[Cade Carson]

"Gatorade huh? Remind me not to fall asleep around you then! Gatorade would end up sticky I think." She mentioned about hot people noticing abs and he arched a brow.

"I look like I have the abs for it huh? There's no way they'd affect Foster though. The woman seems to be more like a robot. A smartass robot. She is hot, but it's more like...she got the jump on me tricks wise and I want to get her back somehow." He shrugged. Revenge accomplished nothing, but it could be a lot of fun when done right. When she spun and giggled, Cade shook his head laughing.

"You're fun to be around, you know that? Your energy's infectious."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Totes sticky: that's the fun!" Frank declared, turning the "fun" into something of a whoop of delight, throwing her hand up in the air and adding another giggle. She noticed the arched brow and would soon be nodding along with it. Frank was tempted to mention the rumors that she'd heard about Miss Foster, but they hadn't shown up on DL yet, so she figured it was best to keep it to herself.

Plus, there was spinning and giggling to do, and that took all the attention. Frank kept going for a little longer just because she liked the lightheaded feeling it gave her. Soon enough, she was collapsing into giggles and looking around.

"I'm totes fun!" Frank declared, flinging her hands up. "Like, twenty-four eight fun! Allll the fun!" she giggled again, then flopped over, wiggling and working her way up. "We still gots to find those uniforms though." Frank turned to eye another box, purposefully giving it the Stare... which of course Frank hadn't really practiced, let alone mastered.

[Cade Carson]

"Twenty-four eight...is not a thing. It should be, because it actually suits you. But there's only seven days in a week. So it can't really happen. I'll let you know when the calendar changes and they decide to give you your wish though." He laughed.

"I keep saying the uniforms are in the drawer Frank. I have this habit of organizing things even when I don't technically have permission."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"IT'S SO A THING!" Frank practically screamed, slapping the nearest box. She nearly caved the cardboard in and had to jerk back to make sure she didn't fall through. After she pulled out, she giggled shaking the hand again.

Drawer, drawer, "But there's, like, a bunch of uniforms," said Frank, looking around. "Like, at least twenty. How did you get them all into a drawer?" Frank's eyes went wider still and she turned to Cade. She took in a breath, slowly bringing her hand up to point at him. "ARE YOU A WIZARD?"

Frank then scooted over (because walking would be too much work). She was soon nearly up in Cade's face. "Are you magic? Did you magically put a whole bunch of girls' clothes into a single drawer? Do you have special magic powers? Are you from Hogwarts?" Frank reached up and began poking around Cade. "WHERE'S YOUR WAND?"

Because this was obviously the most logical choice to make. Obviously.

[Cade Carson]

"It is not a thing." He chuckled at her indignation. Then she started on about him being a wizard and he couldn't get a word in edgewise. Then she made the wand comment and he couldn't help it. He pointed to his crotch with a...ahem...a cocky smirk. Then he just shrugged and put his palms in a clueless way.

"I put them in a bigger drawer and folded them, Frank."