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[desirestruth]

Who: The Glitter Criminal
When: Day 42, Morning
Where: The Jackal Express

[Hey, Aurora. Do you hear that? A slight whining noise, barely audible over the noises of the train itself?

Well, early in the morning of day 42, that whine becomes a loud POP.

And now all the public cars and all of Senna is literally covered in glitter. Glitter rains from the vents. Shoots out from under seats. Glitter big enough to come in funny shapes. Tiny iridescent glitter that you're never going to get out of your clothes coats the windows, making the scenery glimmer. Glitter everywhere in every shape, size and color.]

Comments

[wontforbidtherain]

Perhaps it will do the the last remaining bit of corrupted land some good.

[bowtiedbones]

Like what, make that island's beach all sparkly?

[wontforbidtherain]

Or serve as a carrier for our bonds.

[bowtiedbones]

I can't say I'm feeling particularly affectionate about this glitter.

[wontforbidtherain]

That is a good point. Neither am I, for all that it seems harmless.

[bowtiedbones]

At this point I just need to accept that my hair is 0.5% glitter or sand at any given time.

[wontforbidtherain]

Sand is fine.

[bowtiedbones]

You don't mind it? I hate finding it on my scalp.

[wontforbidtherain]

Perhaps I'm used to it.