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The Park - Thursday afternoon.

Jack saw the jello rain and decided to avoid it. That worked until she'd been stuck in her apartment by herself for too many hours and she got bored. Reconsidered the jello and what it must be like outside.

After half a day of jello rain.

A slightly manic grin and a bit of tuneless whistling, one change of clothes into things she didn't care were destroyed, the collection of a tarp later and she was off to the park.

Where she proceeded to startle the ducks by unfolding the tarp, getting a good run up, and then slaloming across the jello-coated grass on it. A delighted cackle when that actually worked, and now there was one incredibly amused bald woman zipping across the slimy grass and taking herself down the playground slides like a very tall five-year-old.

Look. When life hands you slimy, chunk, slippery rain, you take your fun where you find it.

[Open park is open. If anyone needs to jello wrestle Jack, there she be.]

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Sparkle was well-caffeinated by the time he left the Perk, and had decided to bring another something that was nominally coffee with him for the road. He had to go check on his and Atton's apartment, make sure there were no open windows or anything, which had him squooshing his way through the park in his yellow rubber boots (with the duckies on the toes, not that you could tell through the jello) with his umbrella.

Naturally, he was going to just kind of stop and watch Jack sliding around with a kind of morbid fascination.

"Ohmygod, you look like it's the last night at summer camp or something. Next it'll be tug-of-war over a mud pit."

"Why?" Jack fired back with a grin, "You got one handy?" She didn't wait for an answer before she did another tarp-and-belly slide across the ground, cackling away.

Sparkle's head canted a little to one side as he watched her go.

"Fresh out," he replied. "We don't really have a yard in the apartment and I'm pretty sure Hernando would have kittens if I were to start digging a big muddy pit in the yard over there."

...

"Is that half as fun as it looks?"

Because it looked sticky and horrible, too.

"Your boyfriend is one prissy motherfucker, ain't he?" Jack asked with a sad shake of her head.

She laughed at the question, "It's so fuckin' awful, Sparkle. Gelatinous sticky shit and it's just goddamn everywhere, bit it's slick as hell. So, I mean, yeah. It's pretty fuckin' fantastic. Once you just sort of accept that whole slimy sticky shit part."

"I don't think I'm ever going to accept slimy sticky shit," Sparkle decided, wrinkling his nose a little. "It gives me every squishy sticky heebie jeebie under the entire goddamn sun, Jack. Just watching you do that is..."

He made a 'blah' face.

And then broke into a little laugh.

"Shit, even if it does look like fun."

"See, and now you with the prissy bitch suddenly makes a whole lot of sense and did I ask for that? No," Jack teased him.

She grinned. "Ain't like I don't have a serious case of the icks, but this is fun and I can shower later. I checked to make sure the fuckin' shower ain't jello before I left the apartment."

"We make sense," Sparkle said, grinning. "People are going to have to accept that sooner or later."

Well. They didn't have to, Sparkle was plenty spiteful enough to not give a shit if they did or not.

"The apartment being just across the park and then across the street doesn't hurt," he noted, pursing his lips a little.

Weighing whether or not he'd crawl right out of his skin if he gave that a try.

"I fucking don't," Jack said cheerfully but she offered a shrug, "I really don't give a shit, Sparkle. He makes you happy. I really don't give a fuck how it works so long as it works, you know?"

Annnd then she was rattling the slimy tarp at him enticingly, "You know you want to find out. You knoooow you doooo."

"Dammit, Jack, I managed to stay relatively clean all day so far, and then you go and wave a sticky gross smooshed jello tarp at me like it's the greatest thing in the world."

He made a face and kind of shifted back and forth from toe to toe a few times before blowing out a breath, sticking out his tongue, and shutting his umbrella.

"Gimme that thing."

Ew ew ew ew a piece of jello just splatted against his cheek.

"Because it really kind of fucking is," Jack cackled, waggling it again and then handing it to him.

"Come on, Sparkle, you need some real good dumb fun in your life right now, admit it."

Sparkle took the tarp in his hands, already doing a little squirmy dance of 'ew ew sticky ew ew yuck gross ew,' but grinning a little at Jack in spite of it.

"Can't deny," he allowed. "This might be the first time I find myself longing for good, clean fun, though." A beat. "Okay. Gonna just... slip-slide across the park, now. Oh shit I'm gonna be so gross."

Jack grinned, "But that's part of the fun! It's just so goddamn horrible that it sort of goes all the way through and comes out the other side as something you just gotta laugh at."

"Bleaaaah," Sparkle informed her, solemnly, and gave one more little heebie-jeebie squirmydance before taking a breath, holding the tarp out in front of himself, and then taking the park at a run, kind of throwing it and himself down face-first in a dive at the ground along the way.

And screaming, "AAAHHHH" the whole way. Possibly mostly for effect.

Jack threw her fists in the air for a victory pose and just laughed in delight. "Go, Sparkle, go! Zoom!"

And also laughing because not only was she terrible but she remembered what it had felt like the first slide, having all that ... goo.. just.. splatter all over her.

Sparkle kept on sliding for way longer than Sparkle actually expected to be sliding, and by the time he came to a stop, he was pretty much coated in the stuff.

"... Oh my god," he declared. And then he was pulling himself to his feet again, his face, hair and shoulders thoroughly coated in jello. "Oh my god that was SO GROSS."

A pause for consideration.

And then he was turning around and doing it right back toward Jack again.

Jack whooped for him and laughed again, "Yeah, that shit makes me real glad I shave my head! It's gelatin, though, so at least it's conditioning it?"

That.. was probably not the upside you were thinking, Jack.

"The distance you get on that thing is pretty fuckin' epic, right?"

"It's pretty unreal," Sparkle agreed, grinning as he picked himself up again, hair sticking out in all directions and his clothes saturated in the stuff. "I'm going to be crawling right the fuck out of my skin in like twenty minutes when this starts to dry, but, shit, water sure doesn't give you a slip-slide right like that does."

"Too wet out here for it to dry," Jack grinned, "but I almost feel sorry for whoever cleans the apartment hallway today. I don't know about you but I'mma bolt up those stairs the second I get in just so it don't dry on me."

"Yeaaaaaah I think that's the plan here, too," Sparkle agreed. "I mean, if anybody here had, like, yards, we could steal a hose and douse ourselves down outside to get the worst of it, but I'm not going for a dunk in the duck pond... fucking ever."

He offered the tarp back to her. Her turn.

"I don't need jello and, like, fucking swimmer's itch."

"There's always the ocean," Jack said. Helpfully. "I think the apartment's closer though."

She accepted the tarp and took off. Instead of belly flopping, this time she dropped to her knees and pulled the front of the tarp up. She not only slid and swerved all over but the front of it acted like a sort of plow, spraying jello at the trees. It hit a few very affronted birds who'd been trying to hide in the branches and the dirty little birdy looks they gave her hit her so hard that when the makeshift sled came to a stop, she couldn't do anything but sit there, wiping the jello off her face and laughing hysterically.

And Sparkle was giving a bit of a woop at that whole display, too, throwing a fist into the air and cheering.

Okay, this didn't suck. It would in a while, maybe, once the sticky really started getting to him. But for now? This? Did not suck.

She turned it around and came swooping back, though out of deference to Sparkle, she did it belly style so she didn't bury him in a tsunami of smashed jello. His turn to take the tarp again.

"Honestly if it ever rains pudding? I'm just putting some clean buckets on the balcony. I'm not sure I could have this much fun in pudding."

Beat.

"Not that I wouldn't try. I mean, come on. Inches of pudding on the ground?"

"I don't think I'd be able to finish buckets of pudding," Sparkle noted. "But then, I'm the guy who collected like ten garbage bags of glitter when that rained, back in the day. Kept Student Council stocked up for my entire senior year."

So.

"It needs to rain more things I actually wanna keep. Jello is shitty for keeping, otherwise I would be trying."

"That's a shitload of glitter," Jack agreed, "Did it all evaporate on Monday outside? I guess it must've or we'd still be finding it."

"Yyuup," Sparkle agreed. "Like most Fandom rains, all the crap was gone the next day except for the stuff that people made a point to keep." A beat. "I think I still have marzipan fruit hiding in a freezer somewhere."

But that was just what you did when marzipan fruit from the sky went and rudely beaned you.

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