throughaphase: (having some issues)
Kitty Pryde-Barton ([personal profile] throughaphase) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2026-04-22 10:58 am

Glitter. -Monday- 3rd period

You know what Kitty needed? (Well, yes.) Less things to do during the week. Did she really need to be this busy? Never mind that anywhere else she'd be pulling eight hour shifts every day but that wasn't the point, the point was that she was annoyed about it now.

"It's the last class, and the place is a mess," Kitty said, gesturing at the classroom that was scattered in little pieces of glitter around the room. "Today we're doing clean up. I have tape, I have nail polish remover, let's get it all up- no- and maybe everyone can work something out by doing something... I'm just not going to finish that sentence. Get to it."
gospel_of_oblivion: (haunting myself)

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[personal profile] gospel_of_oblivion 2026-04-22 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Illyana Rasputin
stykera: (eye)

Re: Clean up glitter

[personal profile] stykera 2026-04-22 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Stark had some tape wrapped around his hand, sticky side out, and was aggressively slapping random surfaces that had lingering loose glitter.
gospel_of_oblivion: (smirk)

Re: Clean up glitter

[personal profile] gospel_of_oblivion 2026-04-22 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am not touching anyone or anything," Illyana grumbled under her breath.

Did she look twitchy as Hell? Yes. Yes she did.

"Winds of Watoomb," she intoned, holding out her hands and focusing, and a small mini-tornado, about the size of a pumpkin formed in front of her.

"Illyana's suction ser-- NOPE. Not finishing that thought," she announced. "Someone point me towards the worst of the glitter crevasses... still bad."

"I hate this week."
stykera: (awkward)

Re: Clean up glitter

[personal profile] stykera 2026-04-22 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"So do I," Stark muttered, smacking his hand against a bit of glitter that might have been imaginary.

If he were looking at people he'd have been impressed with the magic. But then he'd be looking at people and he was just trying to get through the class. The day. The week. His life...