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[GP] Evening - Blinding you with science (and fireworks)
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.
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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It'd be interesting, probably, when he was out of apple.
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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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"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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In fact, just to save time, he decided to shift early...just in case.
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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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