smash_logs | Annual Fireworks Log

Who: All of you
What: Fireworks!
When: The night of July 2nd
Where: Campus, but they're visible from the surrounding area too.
Warnings: Small cameos and standard Smash shenanigans.

There was a trespasser on the school grounds. A trespasser toting a large bag full of explosives that looked potentially dangerous. Oh no, he was setting them up! Such complex rigging! What dastardly plan did he have in mind?! The first deadly missile launched into the air, and...

Oh, wait, it was just fireworks. False alarm.

Well, it was obvious by the colourful display that this mysterious trespasser had spent far too much time planning this. What was he trying to do, create a distraction so he could go on a one-man panty raid? Tempting, but not this year.

In fact, now that the fireworks could finish on their own, mystery man vanished into the night. If one looked into the right area of the sky at the right time, they might find the silhouette of some weird spacecraft-looking thing against the bright lights. Could there be a connection?

Who even cares. FIREWORKS.

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"Hmm... I haven't planned that far ahead yet. I suppose first and foremost we should pitch the idea to the other undead students and see where our common interests lie."

Blacky already had a feeling that there would be mischief going down at least half the time, since that kind of thing was inevitable when a bunch of ghosts gathered in the same place.

"Of course," she went on, wiggling her eyebrows a bit, "we'll still have a campfire. I know there are a lot of people here fond of telling spooky stories at least once a year, and who better to host it properly?"

Charlise had to smile, if anything because the more time she spent with her, the more relaxed and at ease she felt. What was this shit anyways? She was a cold-hearted bitch, there's no place for feeling good about yourself! Is there?

"Sounds like it'll be a fuckin' awesome thing if it does happen hot-stuff." Whoops. "Err, I mean dude."

Kitty looked away, trying to focus on the fireworks. "Anyways, I'm totes game for this shit if it does go down."

She couldn't help but laugh, because Blacky knew that she was indeed hot stuff. It was just hard to remember that lately. She reached out and gave Kitty a soft pat on the shoulder.

"Alright. I'll be sure to get the word out sometime this week. I hope it catches on! It's actually pretty exciting."

Kitty blushed heavily, but hey! At least she was kind of hiding right? Maybe? At least she hoped she couldn't see. Anyways! Charlise grinned and nodded against her knees.

"Yeah, they'd be pretty fuckin' stupid to not be interested in this. This damned place needs to be shown that we're here and we're here to stay for fuckin' sure. AND that we're awesome."

"Soon, we'll be so elite..."

Wait for it...

"Everyone will be dying to get in."

NO BLACKY NO YOU ARE GROUNDED.

Kitty blinked a few seconds... did she just? Was that a...? Why did she have the urge to -- okay there it was, she snorted and then out of sheer embarrassment started laughing.

"Damn that was just fuckin' lame." And yet she was still laughing.

"I... I know!" She hung her head in shame, but Kitty's laughter was contagious, and soon Blacky's shoulders were shaking in muffled laughter.

"I'm sorry. I've been wanting to make a bad pun all night. I promise I don't usually do that."

Nooooo now it's going to be the laughing fit of the night!

"R-really now?" she stuttered through the laughing. "I h-hope so man, cause that shit w-will scare away t-the club members haha!"

"Well, if scaring people is what I should be doing in the first place..."

"Oh wait, right. That would be doin' it right then wouldn't it?" Charlise mused, wiping at her face after having such a good laugh.

She then turned to look at Blacky for a few moments, she really was pretty damn hot wasn't she? "Err, so yeah, uh... thanks. I guess..." Yep.

"Any time. Should you ever need another little pep talk, or anything else, feel free to stop by my dorm or office."

ANYTHING, huh...

Kitty raised a brow as she looked at Blacky questionably. There had only been one other person other than Clover who had seemed to offer the help honestly, and that was her trainer.

"I'll... keep that in mind..." Now she was torn however, did she ask her to stay? She didn't want to be alone again... not tonight anyways. But wouldn't that seem like the fucking lamest thing ever? Specially for a tough bitch like her? Yeah, she better fake it or something...

"I guess... I'll see ya round? Ya seem ta be headin' out anyways. Not that there's much to fuckin' see here other that sparkly bullshit in the skies and hanging out with some random ~~loser~~ student."

She stood, stretching her arms over her head. An all around undignified display, as far as she was concerned, but she doubted Kitty would judge her for it.

"Mmmhm. I am a little peckish, so I'm going to find someone who's afraid of fireworks." Someone besides herself. SIGH.

"You have a good night, and look out for an announcement about that club."

And she failed, not that that was any surprise, her entire... no time to get down on yourself Kitty.

"Right, I'll make sure ta keep an eye on that shit. Anyways, catch ya later hot stuff," This time Kitty was being playful, even winking teasingly before smirking.

Once her flirtation was done, she turned back to the fireworks. Maaaaan I'm so lame...

Annual Fireworks Log

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