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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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Anywhere in the story: “It happened, and because it happened, it had to exist whether they liked it or not.”

There were thousands of words to describe Shayde. “Annoying” just happened to be in his top five. She had a uniquely twentieth-century disregard for others’ established preferences and his in particular. And this wasn’t the first time he wished inwardly that he had not been the first responder to her spectacular arrival.

Rael found her.

Sara’s mom and Scott have a chat during her wait while attempting to do a bit of step work with Sara. Scott actually receives good advice from her in the process, albeit slightly jaundiced in delivery.

Jacquelline Adrien had changed a lot since Scott last laid eyes on her. Gone was the Pink Chanel power suit and the ludicrously small hat. Gone were the Label accessories and the solid layer of Mary Kaye cosmetics. Gone, too, were about five pounds

Morning becomes eccentric.

It wasn’t fair. It really wasn’t fair. Sharing the same house with someone who operated in a different time zone was every colour of unfairness.

“Good morning, good mor-ning,” she sang. “You’ve worked the whole night through, good morning, good morning to you.”

And it was really unfair that he loved her beyond all reason. Because mornings made him grumpy.

He was a night-owl. She was a morning person.

Shayde’s first day taking dancing lessons.

[AN: Shayde’s first dancing lesson was when she was a 5YO Katie Walker…But I’ll take ‘modern’ 25thC dance]

“And left… No, the other left. Stage left!”

“Ow!” Shayde flinched away. “How’s someone so skinny so darn heavy?”

“I’m denser than I look.”

“Ye can say that twice,” Shayde muttered. “Why

The 5th oldest trick in the book and the simpleton who fell for it.

As kidnappers went, this fellow was not particularly bright. He’d definitely dotted on to the idea that one should grab the most vulnerable member and attempt to extort money from the remaining family.

He’d forgotten that the remaining family most convenient to this situation was an Augmented St. Bernard by the name of Nanny. Who operated on a schedule of events and was now

Julie, Nana, buckets of paint and why artists sometimes get away from themselves.

Nanny the Augmented dog had fallen asleep by Julie’s easel. That much was evident from the paint spatter on her cloak and skirt. And Julie had opened all the paint cans in a flight of colour-inspired fancy. That was evident from the rainbows of new spatter all over the floors and walls.

What wasn’t instantly evident to Raak was how the two of them had

In lieu of college or teaching at the institute, Sam Adrien offers Scott Summers an internship upon graduation. Creeping doom raises the hackles on Scott’s neck subconsciously.

He did it. He passed the bar. He was now entitled to enter the cut-throat world of the law. And very possibly defend his fellow mutants against the slings and arrows of outrageous senators who, say, wanted to ban mutants.

Sam Adrien, like many blonds, was going darker in his old age. On

Scott preparing for his first date without Jean and her reaction to finding out that he might be playing the field with no desire to incite jealousy in her by doing so.

“Sara’s showing some of her filmography in the big screening room, downstairs. Coming?”

Scott was busy fiddling with a proper bow tie. “Sorry, I’ll catch up with it all, later. I have a date.”

Jean startled, all of the things Xavier had

The cronies, post meltdown, discussing the sad state of their affairs and their choices in a not-so secret location. Scott makes an appearance.

Three of them came to the not-so-secret hide-away in the abandoned church to basically bitch about what had just happened.

“Did you see him crying? It’s like he just grew tits…” said Graydon

“That fucking Tranny Essel got to him. I kinda sympathize,” said Brent.

Graydon punched what was left of the

Scott catches one of the students testing his new policy regarding pranks and bad grades.

The first strategy, the best strategy, was not having a routine. He was such an easy target because there were places and times he liked to be and things he always did once he was there.

Which was why he found someone in his ensuite with a roll of suran wrap.

“Bobby. Can’t resist the classics, I see.”

“Um.” Bobby looked