Room 327, Saturday Morning

Nov 17, 2012 09:15

Juliet didn't mean to blow her phone up. Really.

But when it buzzed with about the fifteenth text from her mother asking if she'd booked travel home for Thanksgiving yet, interrupting a pleasant Saturday morning that Juliet was extremely busy spending in bed with a stack of fashion magazines, she might have glared at it a little. And no sooner had she glared than a jet of fire went to the phone, incinerating it on the spot.

Juliet yelped and got out of bed, though the fire seemed to burn itself out before she got to the remains of the phone. "Okay, this is crazy," she said, then -- feeling like there might be more where that came from -- gestured hesitantly at her bed. The dozen pillows she kept on it scattered instantly, as if blown by a strong wind. The touch of a bottle of cranberry juice she'd left on her desk established she controlled ice, too, though not very well -- cleaning up the cranberry slush was going to take a while.

Juliet was dazed as she went for a towel. Apparently she was a superhero now.

She would use her powers for good.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post! She has Rinoa's sorcery for the weekend.]

327, power swap weekend

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