It started around midnight. Big, purple globs of grape jello, raining down from the sky. Jello drenched the bricks, the emo garden up on the roof, and every window that happened to be on the wrong end of the wind ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀThe words had been following Dante around. Sometimes he swore he could catch sight of his own face but with different angles, in the corner of his eyes, in the mirror. It was weird. Too weird even for booze ( Read more... )

Mara'd had a Very Trying Morning. She'd gone out for coffee and had been attacked by raining candies shaped like fruit and, weirdly, birds, and then been treated to a lesson on counting by a giant talking Number Four ( Read more... )

So. Merrill had discovered the roof, and more relevant to her interests, the rooftop garden. This had been entirely by accident, as she'd been trying to get from her dorm room to the preserve at the time, and don't ask how exactly point A led to point C by way of missing point B because she'd been a little too lost in her thoughts at the time and ( Read more... )

This was unbelievable. This whole school was a mess. Xanthippe had been keeping mostly to herself for the past two weeks, because what even was this place? She hated it here, and she was like, totally sure they were slipping her drugs somehow because there was no other way that class with the ponies made any sense ( Read more... )

Rules for interacting with Professor Jerusalem outside of class ( Read more... )