Chaos Precip

To wonder why Eve was carrying a big old clunky chest around the Org Tower, was indeed a relevant question. Not that she would tell you her true reasons for dragging it around like a big ol' fifty pound teddy bear. She had already told several people that she was busy helping ‘someone’, and explained to two others, not much younger than herself, that it had been a dare. In reality however, the opposite was true.

She had made sure to rescue the metallic chest from its hiding spot before dawn. Before even the birds stirred or the crickets took to resting, she fetched it from under a scurry of blankets and pillows and other secret things. Eve made sure to check the chests contents, twice, counting each treat saved and each lost little toy she managed to gather. The smile on her face grew wider and wider as she imagined what Raz would say. After all, she’d been collecting these things since the super hero in training arrived.

“Today, I become the best side kick ever!”

As night sailed into day, the chest was shut tight, secured with two ropes, sitting on either side of the two latches. Then, trying to be as quiet as she could, she began the long haul of dragging it to her partner in crimes room.

"Raz..." She whispered, rapping at the door tentatively, trying to fight the urge to giggle bubbling up inside.

"Raaaaaaz. It's me…. I have treaaaaaaaasure for you."

A young boy entered the city today. He wandered easily past the toiling earthlings, turned up his nose face at the attention he garnered and traveled on smartly. He was wearing UTTERLY NORMAL CLOTHING for a child his apparent age. A simple shirt, trousers, a cloth was draped over the pack on his back. On top of his head he wore a rather large, fuzzy black caterpillar (hair was normal) and he had found some clay paints earlier in his travels which afforded him white eyes and pupils now.

And yes, it hurt, but NO PAIN WAS TOO GREAT for the Irken Cause!

Behind him tromped a...dog. Or someone's idea of a dog. Gir had a skin on and big bay leaves for ears. Zim had even fashioned a lead and collar out of vines.

THERE WAS NOTHING ABNORMAL TO SEE HERE CITY!

Granted, he was lost, but would not the best place to assert his dominion be from teh tallest and best maintained building?

Naturally this led to one UTTERLY NORMAL little boy and his dog staring up at the Org Tower from the gardens.

And yes, the city guards were watching him from a distance. Just in case.

Adam - Toxic, whatever - tossed a rock from hand to hand in front of the fire. "And then - you know what? Not only did Little Red Riding Hood kick the ever-living hell out of the wolf, but she told off the man with the axe for running with a blade so badly that he immediately started crying-"

There was a snort from the camp's only other occupant. "What? The embellishment's too much, Fred?" He chuckled, putting the rock down and shuffling a little forward, holding his hands out to the fire. "I suppose they are, at that. Still, though, you got to admit - Aesop's needs them sometimes, am I right?"

A pair of glassy eyes stared at him from the other side. 'Fred', as she was so fondly known, was a horse. Ish. Tall and spindly, Toxic had been working on her since he'd found her, and - despite looking like she'd snap if she sneezed too hard - she was a hardy creature. Not as fast as a Lightning-aligned, perhaps, but damnit was she easier to handle. And feed. Woo for an Air-aligned!

"Alright! I'll stop padding them out if it makes you feel better. Now, do you want to hear another one or not? Because if you don't, at least try to sleep? Please?"

“Oh… no…” A small voice lamented from behind a odd mix of paint and feather, sighing as the person it belonged to began the short but fateful journey across the street to the towering structure she called home.

Yes, truth or dare, so Eve had discovered, usually meant business; especially in her little slice of heaven. This was a place where children placing apples on their heads had to be careful fellow adepts didn’t nail them to a wall with an icicle. Where hide and seek meant endless hunting, thanks to the very last lucky little space bender who wanted to be smart. And anything more complicated or ‘dangerous’ than that, would almost certainly get you a good tongue lashing from any one of the adults who didn’t want to see you ‘hurt’.

But that didn’t stop friends from being friends, or Eve and her other truth-or-darers from playing such a game. Nope. Already, one of the younger boys had been buried up to his neck in muck, seven giggle worthy truths spilled out into open air, as well as some not-so-truths. An older girl ended up storming back to her room, hair singed for the second time in just under an hour. Only the true players were left then.

“Why did I have to do it with my eyes closed?” Eve, who had so far remained the quiet and docile one in the group complained ever more, trying not to watch her giggly gaggle of friends as from afar.

They had dared her to walk all the way around the building without using her eyes. Along the way she’d so far managed to trip over someones bicycle , find herself covered in paint from a makeshift scaffold over head, and thanks one cheeky space bender, covered in two pillows worth of goose feathers.

“Great...” This wasn’t shaping up as the best idea she'd ever had. Looking like a chicken and all.