Still don't know where the author's notes go, so any help would be appreciated. ^^

IGPX belongs to...well, not me.

Team Basilisk, however, is mine.

"So, how do you guys like it?" The man with the blond ponytail asked as the elevator climbed gently upward. The tall girl beside him flashed a smile that seemed blindingly bright against the darkness of her skin.
"Epic, Jeremie!"
"How about you, Cadee?"
The other girl in the elevator looked incredibly young compared to the rest. Her small size and short bob of light brown hair were more likely to get her mistaken for a 12-year-old than the 18-year-old she was. When she heard her name, Cadee tore her eyes away from the city twinkling below and the lit track stretching out into the distance.
"I still can't believe we made it to the IG1." Cadee replied, "Let alone that we have this entire building to ourselves." As she moved to stand closer to the group in the middle, her bright green team windbreaker rustled.
"I won't even bother asking Chris how he feels. He probably hasn't even noticed we've made it." Jeremie said with a laugh. Three heads turned to look at the boy in the corner. His eyes were obscured by glasses and his mop of messy brown hair. He was paying no attention to the rest of the group as his fingers tapped along his portable gaming device.
"So we get our own rooms?" Cadee asked.
"And bathrooms." Shea added with a grin. Jeremie nodded.
"Yes, second floor from the top. The offices are on the floors above, then the kitchens, other bedrooms, and such are below. The garage is in the basement."
"When are Yolanda and Mike going to get here?"
"They had some things to wrap up with the mechs back at home. They'll be in by Wednesday."
"Yes!" Shea cried, pumping the air with a fist, "Two whole days off!"
"But I'm sure Yolanda will want us to be working. The season starts this weekend."
"Yes, you should probably get some training in." said Jeremie, "This isn't the IG2 anymore." Shea groaned.
"Jeremie, quit encouraging her! You know Cadee is a workaholic!"
"You can have some time off, still. We've got some really great equipment now, so training won't be as big a production." The elevator glided to a stop and the metal doors opened. Jeremie stepped aside and motioned towards the dimly lit space outside, "It's nearly midnight, so you should all go to bed."
Shea and Cadee nodded. Chris, as usual, made no move to show that he had heard.
"That's an order, Chris. No staying up to hook up your internet and play games until four in the morning." Chris turned off his game and looked up with a bored expression.
"Whatever."
"I don't know how I'm going to sleep without Sokka, though." Shea grumbled, referring to the team's large grey husky that had had to be left with the coach and mechanic to get his shots and be confirmed for participation before he could be shipped over to the IG1 city.
"I'm sure you'll manage." Jeremie said, "Oh, by the way, tomorrow night is the introduction night, so make sure you all have something nice to wear."
The elevator made a light clinging sound as the door closed and took the president back down. Cadee and Shea looked at each and other and then grinned identically at Chris.
"…What?"
"No more wearing a dress shirt and slacks, Chrissy!" Shea said as she slapped the boy on the back. Even though Chris had passed the six foot mark, he was still six inches shorter than Shea.
"That's right! You'll have to wear a tux from now on!" Cadee cried gleefully. Chris groaned.
"I don't see what there is to be so excited about it."
"Are you kidding? Tomorrow we're going shopping!"
Chris groaned again.

******

Cadee woke up the next morning disoriented. There were excited butterflies in her belly, but she couldn't figure out why until she managed to get some coffee into her system.
"Oh-!" The small girl nearly dropped her mug as the caffeine reached her brain and her surroundings registered. It had been too late last night for any one of the team to explore their surroundings.
Cadee was currently standing in a kitchenette, which contained almost nothing but a coffee pot and a couple empty cupboards. There was a cafeteria downstairs she assumed they would be expected to eat at more. The grey-blue tiles beneath her feet gave way to the thick, cream colored carpet.
"Good morning, sunshine." Cadee gasped and turned to her left, only to see Shea sitting on a stool.
"I could say the same to you." Cadee answered, taking in her teammate's morbid expression, "Did you get any sleep at all?"
"No!" Shea moaned, resting her face against countertop, "I couldn't sleep without Sokka taking up most of my bed and stinking up the covers!"
"Sokka shouldn't stink anymore." Cadee offered, "Now we can afford to take him to the groomers, like, once a day." This, however, just caused Shea to moan more.
"It won't be the same! I need that stink to sleep!"
"Oh quit whining. Let's get Chris up and go shopping."
"Now you're speaking my language."

******

Two and a half hours later, the two girls of Team Basilisk were heaving their mop-headed teammate through the door. Chris had absolutely refused to get out of bed, so, as usual, Shea and Cadee had left him alone so they could get ready. Soon each of the girls was showered and dressed and trying their best to pull the reluctant boy out of bed.
"There is no way you could already be ready!" Chris had screamed as he wrapped his hands around his bed frame, "It takes you guys at least two hours to get ready."
"That was in the IG-2, Chrissy!" Shea said, "Now that we've got our bathrooms, it cuts our primping time in half."
"I! Don't! Want! To! Go! Shopping!" Chris said in between grunts as the two girls pulled on him repeatedly. Finally, he lost his grip and had come tumbling to the floor.
"Too bad." Cadee said with a giggle.
After that it was a simple matter of stealing Chris' internet connection and various gaming devices. He was told that if he got ready to go, they would give them back. He scowled and pouted the whole way through breakfast, but did as he was told.
Unfortunately, the deal didn't involve getting him out of the building.
"Come on, this is embarrassing." Shea said as she tugged on Chris' arm.
"Why?" Chris countered, "If you weren't wearing your team jacket, no one would know who we were."
"Chris, the symbol is plastered to the building." Chris looked up at the large, bright green snake that was twisting itself into an S.
"Oh. Well-" But before he could tell the two of them just how little he cared, Cadee and Shea had yanked him out the building and down the street.

******

With fifteen minutes to go, Cadee walked into Shea's bedroom. The small room was almost completely bare- they had spent nearly all day finding Chris a tuxedo and had only had time for a small gym session before they had to start getting ready for the opening dinner. As a result, none of them had been able to unpack- except for Chris, who had stayed up to connect his computer to the internet.
"Is Chris ready yet?" the brunette asked as she pulled the small amount of hair she had up with a pair of chopsticks, "We really need to get going."
Shea turned around to answer, already in a strapless dark green dress with silver peeking out in slits around her ankles. Her long black haired was pulled up so that it framed her face and had a curly bob in the back, "If he's not out in ten, I'll make him get out. You look cute, by the way."
"Thanks." Cadee said with a grin, finally managing to pull her hair into a small bun. She was wearing a white and pale blue dress that tied around her neck. The colors alternated in jagged pieces of fabric until the dress ended at her knees, "Chris! Get your butt out here! Now!"
"Fine." Chris' grumble came from the bathroom connected to Shea's room. The girls had insisted he get ready where they could get him when they needed to. The metal door slid open with a quiet whoosh and Chris stepped out. His mane of brown hair was still as wild as ever, but his glasses were clean and he looked nice in his tuxedo and dark green tie, "But I still don't see why I have to come to this."
"It's our first event since becoming official IG-1 league pilots!" Cadee said, gaping at Chris' bored expression.
"And Chris?" Shea added.
"Yeah?"
"If you screw this up, I'll break your computer so badly, your ancestors will feel it."
"That doesn't even make sense."
"The threat remains." Shea said with her eyes narrowed, "Don't screw this up for us Chris. Or you'll regret it."