The Deck, Monday Afternoon.
It was raining. Glitter. It was raining glitter, and really, anyone who knew Ada at all should not be shocked that she'd dug through the dorm janitorial closets to come up with buckets and place them all out on the deck, letting them fill to the point of bursting with the stuff.
Ada herself was perched on the railing, catching glitter in her hands and laughing as she enjoyed this particular form of precipitation. At least Fandom was giving her fun weird-shit for once.
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Ada herself was perched on the railing, catching glitter in her hands and laughing as she enjoyed this particular form of precipitation. At least Fandom was giving her fun weird-shit for once.
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