[GP] Evening - Blinding you with science (and fireworks)

[st_rongheart]

It had taken a good three weeks for Sora and Peter to gather enough materials and also enough nerve to put on the fireworks that Peter had felt were missing from New Year's. They'd filched, over time, a pile of steel wool pads and an embarrassing number of whisks. Why they needed those things, Sora didn't exactly know.

Once everything was gathered up, Sora and Peter met outside, a safe (probably!) distance from the Inn. Peter showed Sora how to stretch out a pad of steel wool and jam it inside a whisk, then he attached long ropes of webbing to the ends of the whisks and fastened them to the ground. While he did that, he cheerfully explained how the webbing worked and how he was sure it would stick to the ground right and everything would be fine. There was a lot of math and other things Sora did not understand at all, but he was absolutely confident that Peter was right.

Once everything was fastened properly, Peter gave the nod.

Sora called out the Keyblade, stood in the middle of the webby circle of stuffed whisks, and cast Aeroga. Swirling winds came out of nowhere to lift up the whisks and spin them in the air, held in control only by the webbing ropes. Next came Thunder - bolts of lightning to ignite the wool in the whisks as they spun. (Peter had been sure that Fire wouldn't work, it had to be Thunder. And he was so right!)

Then the boys settled, more or less, to watch their homemade fireworks spinning and throwing sparks.

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OTA

[st_rongheart]

Aeroga had to be recast every few minutes to keep everything up and spinning, so Sora mostly stood with the Keyblade in one hand while eating an apple with the other. Between Peter and trial and error he'd worked out the perfect place to stand to catch all the fireworks with one spell.

It'd be interesting, probably, when he was out of apple.

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[st_unaligned]

"Should you be this close?" It was hard to miss the fireworks and it had drawn her outside. She'd seen the kid sending it up in the sky, but she couldn't help but wonder if it was safe. Her eyes remained mostly on the fireworks.

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[st_oriedqueen]

"Is the apple a necessary part of the spell?" Regina appeared at his side, both entertained by the obvious magical effort and concerned about possible fallout. Since she had caught it in time, she could prevent a fire if need be.

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[st_rongheart]

Sora wedged the apple in his mouth just long enough to wave at Regina, then retrieved it so he wouldn't be talking with his mouth full or waving a Keyblade at her. That was rude. "No, it's just a snack. The spell just takes magic, it's just spinning air around things." Which she could probably see. Sora didn't actually remember whether or not he'd mentioned being able to do pelts to Regina before, but either way she knew now!

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[st_oriedqueen]

"Not only 'spinning air around things'. There is a charge from weather magic as well," she observed. She wasn't especially talented at weather magic, which was why she had declined to offer snow for the winter festivities, but she could sense it when it was made.

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[st_unaligned]

After being assured this was safe, sort of, for the kids involved, Bo took to a good vantage point and sat down on the ground to watch. She realized it had been a while since she had seen fireworks and even though these weren't the exploding in the air suddenly kind, it was pretty in the night sky. Almost made things feel like home. Almost.

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[st_oriedqueen]

"Enjoying the show?" Regina settled beside Bo, amused to see the younger woman almost enraptured with the boys' version of magical fireworks. She could have added to them, as she had for Independence Day, but she didn't want to take anything away from Sora's moment.

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[st_unaligned]

She glanced at Regina and offered a smile to her. "Yeah, actually. I think fireworks are really cool. The fact that some kids figured out how to make them without a lot of magic is pretty cool too." Way smarter than her at that age.

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[st_oriedqueen]

"You say that as though you think it would be easy to do with a lot of magic," Regina observed, her tone only slightly pointed, but she felt more irritated than she could explain. It had been happening a lot, lately.

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[st_huntermom]

While Mary found herself drawn out by the fireworks, she found her attention was much more on the children who were out enjoying it or leading it. There weren't that many children at the Inn, but it was nice to see them be themselves, even if they were more unconventional than the children back home. She stood at a distance, arms crossed over her stomach and took in the scenery. Her mind occasionally wandered to if she, Sam, and Dean would have ever had something like this back home if things were different. When he mind thought of such things, her smile would wane a bit until she pushed the thought away for a while.

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[st_arkintern]

Peter Parker is Spider-Man right now. Well, sort-of. Everyone here is -- as far as Peter's observed, anyway -- a pretty good person, so there's no need for him to take on his usual wisecracking alternate persona. The wisecracking was strictly reserved for the bad guys.

So when he catches sight of a woman -- about the same age Peter remembers his mom being when she and his dad died -- Peter pads over to join her.

"Hey," he says, waving a hand. "You uh... you enjoying the fireworks?"

He points to the fireworks, then immediately has to resist the urge to facepalm. Of course she knows what fireworks are. Why is he pointing at them?

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[st_huntermom]

It took a second for Mary to register what was happening before she blinked. "Hi. Yes, I am. I've never seen this type before, but it's very pretty." Mary tried not to stare, but she did recognize the costume. John had bought a spiderman comic for Dean at some point. Mary's knowledge of that ended there, though. He sounded young. She assumed this was a Halloween costume.

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[st_x5_494]

Alec had been trying to sleep when the sound went off like thunder and his eyes opened more from experience than anything else. That wasn't a normal sound of the Inn, from what he experienced with his stay so far.

He got dressed and made his way outside where he saw some kids and some sort of explosive in the sky. No one seemed worried about it, but Alec didn't have the word for what was happening in the sky before him and it ticked him off a little.

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[st_arkintern]

Peter is wearing his Spider-Man suit, his smile hidden beneath his Spider-Man suit. If it weren't for the mask, it'd be hard for him to hide the feeling of satisfaction he's feeling at being able to combine science and magic to make something really amazing.

"Hey, Karen?" he asks his suit's AI.

"Yes, Peter?" Karen's soothing voice rings out inside of Peter's suit.

"You think that this made people happy?" he gestures out to the spinning, impromptu fireworks show.

"I don't see why not. I think it's quite beautiful."

"Thanks, Karen."

It's at that moment, that Peter catches sight of someone looking at him. Not that that was surprising; he hadn't been out publicly in the spidey suit at all since he arrived here.

"Hey," he says, waving a hand at them. "Wanna join me?"

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[st_hotflashes]

Liz glanced around for a second to see if someone was standing next to her and when she realized there wasn't, she gave a bit of a confused nod and walked towards the man in a costume. Unless it was Halloween or the Crashdown party, people didn't really dress up back home, but the Inn was filled with different sort of people.

"Hi." She smiled politely as she stood beside who she thought was a stranger. "It's really nice, huh? The, um fireworks. It's been a while since I've seen any."

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[st_arkintern]

It apparently has not occurred to Peter that Liz might not recognize him in his full-body costume. He smiles from beneath his mask.

"Yeah, they are," Peter says gesturing a finger up to one of the spinning sparklers. "Sora and I just took a little bit of steel wool, pulled it apart a little, stuck it inside of a wire whisk we borrowed from the kitchen, then attached a long strand of web to the end of the it." From context it's clear that he's talking about the whisk -- not the steel wool.

"Sora used his thunder magic at the end of the webbing to make it smolder and glow, and then used his wind magic to spin it. Once that happened, there was plenty of air there was to feed the combustion reaction. And that created sparks everywhere, just like a traditional sparkler."

Well, mostly traditional. It was the best they could manage without searching the hotel from top-to-bottom for a bunch of chemicals they may or may not find.

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[st_hotflashes]

Seeing people leave the restaurant for something outside, Liz decided to follow once she made sure whoever was still eating was okay that she slipped out for a second. When she was outside, her eyes widened and an immediate smile spread across her face. It was very pretty. It reminded her of the parties Roswell would hold where people dressed up as aliens.

[st_eelyourself]

Piotr couldn't count the number of times something like this had happened at the Institute. Kids testing their intelligence and powers could do wondrous things. This particular display was impressive, if slightly dangerous. Out of reflex, he made his way close enough to the sparks to rush in if anything happened.

In fact, just to save time, he decided to shift early...just in case.

[st_arkintern]

"Hey," Peter says with a wave, in all his wondrous, costumed glory. He's standing close to the fireworks -- but not too close; until a second ago, he was admiring his handiwork, but now it's Piotr who has his attention. What better chance to show him his suit than now?

"Looks cool, huh?" Peter gestures to the display of sparkling lights which are closer to sparklers than to full-fledged fireworks. "Sora and I used science and magic to make it happen. We might have been able to do something else if we had the appropriate chemicals, but finding a wire whisk and a scouring pad seemed a lot easier. It took a couple of tries before we managed to get it working."

[st_eelyourself]

"It is impressive," Piotr nods, "A wire whisk and a scouring pad? Is that what is making the sparks?"

[st_makemeastone]

The slim figure of a girl came out of the shadows and stood next to him. She didn't announce herself or even make a noise so he may not know she was there looking up at the sparks until or unless he looked down.

[st_eelyourself]

If he had not been on alert, he probably would have missed her arrival. His attention was still focused on the fire, but he did tilt his head to the side and smiled, a small squeal of metal accompanying the gesture.

"Good evening, река."

Curnen - OTA

[st_oneswidow]

The roof was the closest she could get to the sky.

It was something Curnen had realized between Christmas and now, and she kind of hated it. It didn't change her habit for climbing up there--or anywhere else she could climb--but it did mean that once she got up here, tonight the fireworks show the kids had put on was a nice distraction from her thoughts. It made her smile. She sat at the edge of the roof of the nearest building, her bare feet dangling in the breeze.

She wasn't sure what song would come when she opened her mouth to let out the feeling--something fun and silly and dangerous.

It came out as "MacPherson's Rant."

Sae rantin'ly an' sae dauntin'ly
Sae wantonly gaed he
He played a tune and danced it 'roon
Below the gallows tree

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[st_rangepalette]

Lillith had promised to take Curnen flying, but as she tended to, she'd lost herself in a project and forgotten. Fortunately, Kash had come to remind her and now she hoped it would not be too late.

With a flicker of magic, she sent a Message to Curnen up on the roof. Curnen, it is Lillith. Do not be alarmed. I am using magic to speak. You may respond by thinking to me.

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[st_oneswidow]

Where are you? Curnen sent back, even as she continued to sing the rambunctious and tragic story of the execution of James MacPherson. The spell was strange, and yet the idea didn't feel at all confusing.