When glitter goes awry.
Silly Season had started early. It was an excuse for the humans to vent some of their usually-socially-inhibited insanity and to allow things to ‘all hang out’.
Not literally. There had to be standards.
Rael had done his best, with all the other nonhuman JOATs, to make sure the possibility of damage was limited. A certain amount of nonsense was expected, even permitted, during Silly Season. Already, some of the harmless mainstays were occurring.
Not only did they nail gelatin to the walls, but they made a gelatin art gallery. The singing and dancing were pretty much par for the course. As well as the apparently spontaneous appearance of traffic cones.
As long as he kept a watchful eye on Shayde, little could go very wrong.
Lyr stormed up to him with her 'trouble in the air’ face. “What is this?” she demanded, thrusting it into his hands.
“It looks like a piece of purple metallic mylar two point five centimeters square…”
“I happen to have a whole goddamn rainbow’s worth of those raining all over the Elemeno. I have two questions: who’s responsible, and who’s going to clean it up?”
Shayde, noticing the upset, fell into her shadow and jumped out of his. “It was me, Tweedle Dee!” She grinned. “I couldnae find any chaff cannons, so I kind of improvised. And this is the safe stuff, yeah?”
“…chaff… cannons…?” Lyr pleaded.
“It’s best you don’t know,” said Rael.
“Hey look! Disco Slug!”
“…and now the Cleaners are covered in it,” sighed Lyr.
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