City Suburbs, Burns' residence, Saturday, 2:04 P.M.:
Jaclyn Burns, more commonly known as Lyn, poomf-ed into her room from the bathroom in the hall where she had trying on her very first superhero costume, a white bodysuit trimmed in pale orange.
"What do you think of Miss Appear?" she asked the dark-skinned girl lounging on the bed.
The girl, Lyn's friend Mercedes, looked up from the People magazine she was currently skimming through. "Say what?"
"You know, like a super-hero name. What do you think of it?"
"Honestly?"
"Uh-huh."
Mercedes cracked a grin at Lyn. "It's terrible."
Lyn teleported from the doorframe over to the vanity adjacent to her bed, letting out a sigh and began to loosen her honey brown hair from its high ponytail.
"Well, it's an idea," she said lamely, shaking her head to loosen her hair further. Grabbing a brush from her vanity, she began to drag it through her hair, frowning slightly.
"Yeah, a bad one," quipped Mercedes, going back to her article on The World's Sexiest Supers. The cover of the magazine bore a picture of the son of Mr. Incredible, Rush.
"Well, help me out here!" Lyn whined in an exasperated tone, undoing the zipper on her boot.
Mercedes tossed the magazine on the floor, her dark curls bobbing with the movement. "To bad Vanish is taken, huh?"
"Yeah," said Lyn, sitting down at her vanity and staring at her reflection in the mirror. "But I bet she had better help brainstorming."
"Was that supposed to be an insult?"
"No, not at all," Lyn replied, smirking slightly into the mirror.
"Good," Mercedes grunted.
"But what am I supposed to call myself!" Lyn whimpered. "I can't go out and fight crime calling myself Lyn or something lame like Noseeum! That defeats the purpose of the whole 'secret identity' thing!" After a moment of thought, she added "And I catch phrase. I need a cool catch phrase."
Mercedes quirked a brow at that. "And while you're at it, stick me in a pair of tights and a lame belt from your mom's closet and I'll be your sidekick! I'll have a awesome name like…" She stood up on the bed and struck a pose. "Dramatic pause…LAMO-GAL!"
Lyn threw her hairbrush at her. "Fine. If you INSIST on being difficult, help me with my geometry homework."
Mercedes grinned sweetly and jumped off the bed, bowing slightly. "I live to serve. But I would like to point out that if you hadn't been obsessing over your name, you would be done with it already."
"That's besides the point." Lyn grumbled. "But I WAS obsessing over my name, so NOW will you help me with my geometry, O Mistress of math?"
"That could be my sidekick name."
"PLEASE be serious! I can't tell an isosceles triangle from an obtuse one! And fat old Ms. Tess isn't helping me AT ALL. I'm so frustrated I want to rip my hair out."
"It'd be an improvement."
Lyn threw a textbook at her, papers flying everywhere. "Be serious!"
"I am serious. As serious as a walrus being chased by Inuits."
Lyn groaned and flopped onto the bed. "I can't concentrate when you're throwing vocabulary at me!"
"It isn't vocabulary, it's an Native American tribe located in Canada. Or the Artic Circle, or something like that." Mercedes grinned smugly, impressed with herself.
Lyn giggled and hummed the tune for 'Blame Canada' under her breath. "Everyone makes fun of Canada."
"Well duh. They're from Canada. It's like the lame version of the US."
"Hehheh, moose."
"What is the plural for moose, anyway?"
"Mooses?"
Mercedes shrugged and pushed Lyn off the bed. "Who knows, who cares. Besides the people in Canada, anyway."
Lyn grumbled and rubbed her aching backside, which she had landed on. Hearing something crinkle under her, she pulled out the People magazine Mercedes had been reading earlier. "You're still reading this garbage?"
Mercedes snatched the magazine from Lyn and held it protectively against her chest. "I'm not reading it for it's-" She used quote fingers- "'Educational purposes', I'm reading it so I can score you a hot super boyfriend!"
Lyn rolled her eyes. "Why must everyone plan my life?"
"Because if we left it up to you, you'd fail math and maybe end up HAPPY."
