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To Jack

It started at one Green Giant's desk, at some ungodly hour when she was certain he, or anyone else for that matter, wouldn't be coming around. It had struck her one day, that defacing Jack's desk on this day would truly be one of the best pranks she could pull all year. Especially after that beautiful post it number he did on her door. The one catch about this prank, though...was that she was to be as anonymous as possible.

Secret admirer gig.

That's why she was messing with his desk at an ungodly hour.

Upon arrival, Jack would every square inch of the surface of his desk covered with roses. There were so many roses piled on, many threatened to spill over the edge. On the middle of the pile was a simple note, that looked like a ransom note with its pasted on letters from what appeared to be newspaper clippings. It was a poem, and it read:



Anonymous, of course. This whole set up was outside the realm of how she usually operated in regards to vandalizing Jack's desk, so hopefully he wouldn't catch onto her. Too quick, anyways. To further throw suspicion off herself, Claude left a simple hand written sticky note attached to Jack's chair that read:



She was rather pleased with herself.

To Dawson

On the door knob leading to his room, Dawson would find one rose tied to a bracelet, along with a small note:

To Horace

This was maybe another troll...no, it most definitely was. Tied to the doorknob leading to his room, Horace would find a single rose, and a small, simple folded note. When the note was unfolded, there was only one thing on it. It was a pirate thing.

For people who were in trouble.

To Jack

Claude had clucked her tongue upon getting that note. Jack was too damn quick for his own good. Oh well. She still found amusement in it.

She, in turn, left another note on his desk, but this time it was folded.

When Jack unfolded the note--

A small handful of blue glitter mixed with small glitter stars fell out, getting all over everything.

The note read:

To Abbi

"HEY!!!!" The shout came out as booming as a small, yippy dog would have been able to produce, but no less loud and attention grabbing.
Abbi stood at the end of the hallway, both hands on her hips as though that would help project her already loud voice all the way down to the person currently shuffling around in front of her door. At least, she was pretty sure it was her door. There was the cutesy lilac wooden sign that hung off it, indicating that it was ~*Abbi Killian*~'s room.

A small hop forward brought her into a sprint, which given her normal propensity for jogging, brought her much closer to the culprit than she expected.
"What's the big idea? Tryin' to break into a girl's room like this! Why I oughta--" All her threats were pretty hollow, mostly puffing up in the best way she knew how. There was no way to make her hair any bigger, which now that she thought of it would have been the best move given how brightly colored it was, but alas, no time.
"Isn't right-- Not anything good in there anyways-- Trust me, I tried the hair pin trick-- What are you doing--"
And then, just as the calm after a whirlwind is sudden and clear, so too was Abbi's demeanor.

For a long moment she was quiet, peering with wide blue eyes at the person she'd caught before she finally spoke.
When she did, it was bright and chipper and free of any judgement from the previous thing she'd seen the woman attempting.
"Hiya Claude!"

To Oliver

Upon returning to the door of his room, Oliver would find a single red rose and some coin chocolates tied to the door knob. In addition there was a small note folded along with the items as well. It was written in a simple cursive script, but didn't have a signature.

The note read:

to chance


It was plenty easy to tell who the card was from, because even without the signature of her name, Chance knew that neither Finn, nor Ripley, was the type to send anything on this holiday in particular, and Oliver was too shy to do such a thing - which left only one possible culprit.

The glitter did, in fact, get everywhere - all over Chance's desk, his hands, in the crevices of his jeans, and across the floor at his feet like some sort of cheerful stain of shiny blue and silver. He gave it an amused look and pulled out a sheet of paper to reply.

Claude would find a letter of her own tucked into the edge of her doorframe.



At the bottom of the note was a sketch of Claude, dressed as a pirate, sitting astride a star like it was a horse and brandishing a bottle of glitter in one hand and a mug of rum in the other. It was fairly ridiculous, but he'd had fun with it, at least.

There was also a little red square of card stock that had the words "to be redeemed for any favor from chance bones" scrawled messily onto it.