Although Sheki and Kasy had shared a bedroom when they were younger, both girls insisted on seperate bedrooms when the new house had been built. The resulting rooms displayed the differences between the two girls' personalities.
Kasy's bedroom tended to be rather messy; training equipment, books, and clothes littering the floor. The walls were decorated by an ever-changing variety of movie and holo-vid posters, showing whatever actors and actresses that Kasy felt to be the most 'drool-worthy'. Sheki's room, on the other hand, was always neat. 'A place for everything and everything in it's place'.
Molerats are a burrowing species; the ammount of clutter in Kasy's room was one of the two reasons why Rina Molerat preferred to sleap with Kasy. There was always something to crawl under and hide. The other reason was that Rina, like her sire Rufus, liked to sleep a lot. While Sheki was a relentless early bird, most weekends Kasy preferred to sleep in.
Most weekends.
“Come on, Rina, we got a party to get ready for!” crowed Kasy, hopping out of bed the moment the buzzer on her computer terminal went off.
“Wha' goin' on?” squeeked Rina, muzzily sitting up as she watched Kasy pull off her green pajamas and pulled on a purple shirt and blue jeens.
“It's P-Day, Rina… Party Day!” said Kasy. “With the moms out of the house, we can have the grand-mother of all house parties, and still clean up before they get home.”
“Oh, good, you're up.” said Sheki, appearing at the door. She too was dressed casual, in a light pink shirt and light blue jeans. A pink bow pulled her lusterous jet-black hair into a casual ponytail. “I need your help starting on fixing the snacks for the party, and then go get the soda.”
“Right…” said Kasy. “Last one downstairs is a rotten egg.”.
The two teenage sisters ran toward the stair banisters. Instead of using the stairs, however, both went over the railing… Kasy whooping as she jumped, Sheki executing a cat-like leap onto the railing itself, then dropping easily to the ground floor. Both girls landed lightly on the floor below, then rushed to the kitchen.
The kitchen was as well equipped as the rest of the house. Since most of the cooking was actually done by Shego, the kitchen was decorated in green and black.
While Sheki started pulling stuff from the cabinets, Kasy turned on one of the old-fashioned gas burners on the stove. Ignoring the pilot light cotnrols, Kasy waved a hand over the burner, using a touch of plasma power to ignite it.
“Two Sheki-and-Kasy style omelettes, coming up.” some Sheki, busy mixing ingrediants in a bowl. “According to the schedule I figured out last night, if we both work together, we'll be ready when the guests start showing up at 6 PM.”
“Relax, Sheki…” said Kasy, gettting a frying pan ready. “This is going to be the best party EVER.”
“This is going to be the best party ever!” - crackled through the intereor of the Surprise Showers flower delivery van. The back of the van was crowded with monitors and high-tech surveilance equipment, lit by a glow panel set in the roof of the van. Deven currently set in front of a large console, watching as Kasy and Sheki discussed plans over breakfast.
“Excelent work planting those bugs last night, Leigh.” said Deven. “Hopefully, it wasn't too streneous.”.
“Oh, no.” said Leigh. She was casually draped over another chair in the van, sniffing at a bouquet of roses held in one hand. “Getting by the motion-sensitive laser grid made an excelent warm-up session for my usual morning run.”
“Well, the changes to the island should be done by tonight.” said Deven. “And then, we'll give the Possible twins a work out.”
Kasy opened the door. The lighting inside the house, after a quick reprogramming by Sheki, flashed and pulsed in time with the shatter-rock music being pumped through the house's PA system.
“Hey, Peter!” said Kasy, grinning.
“Por favor, Miss Kasy, it is Petey…” said Petey, smiling at Kasy. He held up a bottle. “A thank you, for inviting me.”
Kasy took the bottle, holding it up for a second to read the label to make sure it was non-alcaholic grape juice. “Come on inside… I think Sheki is in the kitchen.” said Kasy, then moved to put the botte on the drink table.
“Spoken word music. It's the next coming thing.” said a serious faced teenager to Sheki. “Shatner was a visionary.”
“Uh-huh…” said Sheki, not really paying attention as she took a pan of toasted cheese cubes from the over. Since she was in a rush, she had not bothered with trying to find an oven mit; instead, a thin layer of plasma coated her hand, protecting her from the heat in a similiar method to the way it protected her when she was throwing fireballs. This particular technique was one which was a Sheki orriginal, not originating with either Kasy or their mother.
Rina, wearing a pair of molerat sized oven mits (Sheki had no idea where Uncle Ron had gotten them from) quickly began transfering the hot breaded cheese cubes onto a serving tray.
“Have you ever heard his post-humouresly released album, 'Shatner Classics'?” asked the boy.
“Si, I have.” said Petey, coming into the kitchen. “My grandfather has often wondered why it was not used more often…”
'…as a means of torture' Petey thought, but did not say.
“Petey!” said Sheki happily, turning off the plasma 'gloves' and hugging him. “I'm glad you could come… I thought you always spent your weekends out with your grandfather?”
“When he heard that you and Kasy were throwing a party, he insisted I come.” said Petey.
“Tray ready!” squeeked Rina.
“Ok, good.” said Sheki. She grabbed up the platter of cheese cubes. “Petey, can you grab that bag of chips, please? The snack table is getting pretty empty.”
“No problem, seniorita…” said Petey. He gave a little bow. “Your slightest wish is my command.”
“What am I doing here?” grumbled Ann Tagonist. “This party is like, so lame.”
“It's great!” said Karma. “Come on… practicly everyone from school is here. No adults, No chaperones…”
“No beer.” said Ann. “Only the tan-less twins would have a house party with no parents and no beer.”
“Come on, it's still a great party.” said Karma. “You don't have to drink to have a good time. Relax.”
“I'm in their house. Me!” said Ann. “They're mutants… you know that, right?”
“Ann, we've known them since we were kids!” said Karma. “Ok, so they have a skin condition… so what? Lots of people are albinos.”
“They are NOT albinos, albinos do not have red and black hair!” said Ann. “And anyway, their skin is greenish! Green!”
“You're just upset that you're the one kid in school Kasy hasn't hit on yet.” joked Karma.
“Like I'd want her anyway!” said Ann. “She's the most shameless flirt on this planet, bar none!”
“What about Sheki, then?” said Karma.
“She's little miss perfect ice queen!” said Ann. “Teacher's pet… then goes panting over Petey. Like she's got a chance with a latin hunk like that.”
“Hey, isn't that Petey and Sheki?” said Karma, pointing at the snack table.
“Oh my lord…” said Ann. “What, is it Mexico's be kind to geek's day?”
Karma sniffed. “Do you smell something burning?”
Ann looked arround. “I don't… my sweater!”
The back of the pink sweater Ann had tied arround her shoulders had a black scorch mark on it… as if someone had snubbed a ciggerette on it. Which was strange, because another of the ground rules had been no cigerettes inside the house. Ann dropped the sweater, grinding it underfoot to make sure the sweater wouldn't burn any more.
“All right, who was smoking and burned my sweater?” demanded Ann, looing arround. She didn't notice Kasy, hiding behind a pillar a few feet behind where Karma and Ann had been standing.
Kasy grinned and lifted one hand to her mouth, her pointer finger extended. She blew on the finger tip softly, like it was the barrel of an imaginary six-shooter. “Smoking.” she said to herself, too softly for Ann or Karma to hear, and grinned.
“My aunt is going to freek when she sees this.” said Ann, picking up the sweater and looking at it.
“Your aunt? Why? Bonnie seems kind of cool… I meen, for a grown up and all.” said Karma.
“Yeah, but this was HER sweater.” said Ann. “I just borrowed it for the party…”
Kasy waited for Ann and Karma to get out of range, and then walked back to circulate in the party. There had to be someone here… besides Ann… she hadn't flirted with yet. “Shouldn't have dissed Sheki like that.” Kasy said softly, as if speaking to Ann. “I might have been willing to hit on you, AND leave that sweater unmarked.” Kasy paused and considered. “Naaaaah.”
(Ok, yes, Ann Tagonist is Bonnie Rottweiler (?sp?) niece. I have no plans, at the moment, to make Ann a reocurring charachter… but let me know if you think I should.)