Second Floor Common Room, Weds Evening

[death_of_hope]

Anemone had tinsel.

She had boxes of tinsel; dozens of boxes she had taken outside and filled up before lugging back up the stairs to the common room.

She also a blender. And glue. Possibly more glitter, ribbon, and plastic bags than should ever exist in a single space.

Anemone was making glitter-bombs.

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[peace_n_war]

"Nothing like Fandom to provide fuel for your arsenal?" Warren mused, stepping into the common room and taking a quick stock over all that was laid out before them.

It looked dangerous, whatever it was.

Warren approved.

[death_of_hope]

"If Fandom sees fit to provide me with materials, it is my duty as an artist to take up the call," Anemone answered with a smirk. "I just happen to be a guerrilla artist today."

She'd promised Mr. Durden no more explosive foods, or something like that. Anemone didn't really remember. She was, however, rather sure that glitter was still okay.

[peace_n_war]

Warren cast his eyes over the blender. And then at the tinsel. And then he gave the smallest of satisfied nods.

"So, what's the name of the weapon, today?"

He was pretty sure he could see where this was going, but he figured it would be best to clarify nevertheless.

And then offer assistance where needed. The antisocial types really had to stick together, didn't they?

[death_of_hope]

"Glitter bombs," she stated happily. "I was going to try mixing tinsel into a gel-solution and filling water balloons, but that was getting messy and heavy. I'm trying to come up with something that's a bit more portable."