fandomtownies | Outside the Arms Hotel, In the Wee Pre-Dawn Hours, Monday

"We mutiny!" Rikku announced, pumping her fist into the air. "Against ... um. Against anything we don't like! And for the things we do like!"

Okay, so Room 12 of the Arms Hotel -- Rikku, Gwen Cooper, Yzma, and one of the two Buffy Summerses -- had had rather a lot of liquor last night (not that it took much liquor to get Rikku tipsy, but that was hardly the point) and with all of those sane, rational people in one room, with the bonus of liquor spurring them along, the brilliant idea had been birthed: that they should absolutely have some kind of a Naked Mutiny. Against ... erm ... something. Maybe clothing?! The details had been fuzzy.

Not that everyone was naked! Rikku herself was rocking several beaded necklaces on top, and a tool belt on the bottom. But, you know, not everyone could be as brave as Yzma, who was truly a sight to behold. A lot.

This was going to end very poorly for all involved. That was sort of a given, right?

(Fellow roomies were modded with permission. Anyone is welcome to pop in and join the chaos, which is headed to ... maybe a warehouse, for graffiti-related purposes? They have not exactly thought this through, so who knows where they'll actually end up. Major SP in effect for time zone insanity! Please wait for minor OCD!)

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Ronan was totally okay with Buffy touching his chest. Toooootally okay.

"... Now I want to make some random building glittery."

There might have been some petting of Ronan's chest as well. Because glitter. It was fascinating.

Buffy's entire face lit up. "OH YES! You should! MUTINY AGAINST NON-GLITTERY BUILDINGS!"

She was really getting into this whole mutiny thing.

"But what building?" Ronan asked, looking around. "There are so many to choose from! And I've probably only got enough in me for one."

"Hmmmm."

This required serious consideration indeed.

Buffy turned in a circle, eyeing all the buildings near by.

And then her gaze was drawn by... "Flamingos!"

Moving, alive, lawn ornament flamingos. Huh.

"... No." Ronan stared at them. "I couldn't. Seriously."

A beat.

"... Could I?"

Do it, Ronan. Do it.

Buffy nodded. A lot. That was a lot of nodding going on.

"Do iiiiit!"

She paused. "I mean, it's not going to hurt them, is it?"

Ronan didn't look like glittery skin hurt him, so hopefully not. Buffy really wanted glittery flamingos now. She was invested.

Gliiiiitter!

"No, definitely not," Ronan confirmed. "They'll just be... glittery. Doesn't really change anything, I just talk the molecules into reflecting light a little differently. That's all."

He started putting the spell together -- the Speech word for flamingos was ridiculous, he wasn't certain he'd make it through the spell without laughing his ass off.

Buffy waited excitedly. There was more bouncing.

"Hey everybody!" She yelled, waving her arms for attention. "Ronan is going to make the flamingos glittery! Come see!"

Everybody deserved to witness this momentous moment!

"Glittery?" Jalian eyed the birds dubiously. She thought about asking "how". Or "why". But...no, somehow she didn't think she'd get an answer, so she was just going to watch.

Aaaaaand there it is. Ronan grinned, and started speaking the spell.

He barely managed to keep from giggling when he actually had to say the word 'flurblewurtzingimmer'. He made a mental note to look it up later -- there was no way that was a normal Speech word.

A few moments, the usual sensation of the universe leaning in to listen... and then bam.

Glittery flamingos.

Buffy clapped her hands. "Amazing!"

There might have been some excited hugging of anybody standing close enough for her to grab.

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