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[use_everything]

Strange ideas of societal standards of adulthood and responsibility. I'm quite glad we have that cleared up.

[He returns with an aerosol canister of something and a bottle of something else.]

[failureisntachoice]

Please. Unlike kids, we have an easier time getting a hold of explosives ourselves.

[ She has the box in hand and is ready to lead the way to the backyard. She might be happy to cause an explosion, but she's not going to cause one inside. ]

[use_everything]

Hm. Apparently, it's still the wrong season for fireworks. The gunpowder would make it even easier.

[Both set, he follows her outside into the back yard, finding a spot mostly clear of grass to start with, not particularly close to either government townhouse... It's a bit of work from here, clearing a bit of a trench, the canister is laid in it, deep enough for the box to sit flat... and the liquid, a clear, pungent smelling chemical is poured around it deep enough to puddle.

He trots back to Tex and after a moments consideration, takes the stunner from his hip, and offers it to her.]

Care to do the honors?

[failureisntachoice]

[ She is more than happy to let him do the hard part. She stands back and watches him in appreciation. Yeah, that's going to cause a nice little explosion.

When he offers the stunner, she smiles broadly and takes it. ]

I'd be happy to. [ And there's only a moment's delay before she aims and takes fire. ]

[use_everything]

[The surge of electricity is, at least, enough to ignite the liquid. It flares up, flames a rather chemical red. The board catches immediately, pieces starting to melt, before there's a faint popping sound and the pitched groan of stressed metal.

Before the canister bursts, pressurized chemicals and the flammable aerosol pitch everything up into a nice, impressive firespout in the middle of the yard. The board, box and pieces land... somewhere in a neighbor's area.]

[failureisntachoice]

[ This might be the most gleeful she's looked since arriving here. There's delight in her eyes as she watches the flames shoot up and she has no qualms with whatever collateral damage has happened to the neighbors' yards. That's firmly their problem. ]

We can do that again, right?

[use_everything]

With or without the game first?

[Yes.]

[failureisntachoice]

We can find other things to blow up.

[use_everything]

I do like the shape of this plan. Shall we, then?

[failureisntachoice]

You have things in the house you need to get rid of?

[use_everything]

... Sadly little. We've not accumulated much.

[Except The Game. That's out of the question.]

[failureisntachoice]

We'll need to go shopping then. Has Jim left anything around the house? I know he comes by a lot.

[use_everything]

We are not destroying someone else's property.

[failureisntachoice]

I didn't say someone's, I said Jim's.

[ Because yes, there is a difference. ]

But fine.

[use_everything]

[You know what he's not going to complain about? Violent and possibly irrational loyalty to his son.]

I'm sure we'll find something.

[failureisntachoice]

You offering to do the leg work? Since you shot down my suggestion.

[use_everything]

If it were a suggestion with significant merit and weight, I would agree.

As such, I would propose we both look.

[failureisntachoice]

Ha ha.

[ She motions for Aral to follow her. ] C'mon, let's go scavenge.

[ Because they'll find something somewhere, whether it's in the house or neighborhood. ]