You know what? This fic is coming way too slow. Kith turned 183 in the
beginning of August. That's how sad I am. When I was writing this, I didn't
leave any chapter breaks, so for two or three chapters it's going to end in
absolutely bizarre places. Bear with me here. I'm tired. For three months
I've been tired. Except when I haven't been. But that's aside from the
point. Sorry it took so long! It will come a bit fast now! I promise!
"MiKi! Where did you put the Suck machine?"
A loud screech drew Phoenix's attention from her search for the insane SIR unit; namely the fact that the object of her search was floating near the main chandelier in the ball room.
"Please! MiKi! Let go of that right now! That's an order!" This wasted plea for sanity was directed at a gray and black SIR who was currently dangling from a bunch of balloons high in the rotunda of the room.
"Wheee! Lookit me! I'm flyin'!"
Phoenix heaved a sigh and pulled a powerful magnet from a plothole. Instantly MiKi was pulled from her flight, although she still clutched the balloons. The dragon incarnate hostess reached over and took the balloons from the distraught SIR, hastily replacing them with a taco pulled from aforementioned plothole. MiKi tossed it into her mouth and ran off to create more havoc.
// Just what I need, // Phoenix thought disgustedly. // An insane SIR spewing taco all over the house. This is always the worst part of parties. //
She ran a slender hand through her cropped hair, going over a list of things to do out loud to herself.
"Food, check. Decorations.eh, close enough." She surveyed the ballroom, and then at the pile of decorations waiting to be hung. "That's what the volunteers are for."
The doorbell rang, and Phoenix ran to open it before Miki got to it.
As soon as she opened the door her waist was assaulted by a large-headed blur wearing a trench coat.
Phoenix laughed and returned the hug. "Hey there, Dib."
He mumbled something back although it made no sense, seeing as how he still had a death grip on her waist.
Phoenix only then noticed the other people standing behind Dib.
"Hola, Zim, Gaz, Gir. How's it going?" Gir waved energetically, Gaz grunted and continued playing, and Zim tried badly to hide a small pout as he watched her disentangle Dib from his hug.
"Aw, do you want a hug too, Zimmy?"
"No."
"Well, I do." She knelt down and held out her arms. "Come on, for me?"
Zim reluctantly walked up to hug Phoenix, but when no one was watching he smiled happily and returned the gesture.
After everyone had been welcomed, Phoenix got down to the point. "Zim, you signed up as an escort, so you can just hang out until it's time to get Kith. Gaz, I don't expect you to do anything, but I set up a well lit corner for your gaming enjoyment. Plus, I got you something." She handed a new game to Gaz, as well as a packet of batteries. "Dark Wings. I found it at the store; it just came from Japan. This is the first one sold in the store, the guy said."
Gaz grinned and went to her corner.
"You, buddy," Phoenix said, turning to Dib, "is that of a decorator. Let's get you started." She handed a roll of masking tape to Dib.
"Since you're so.um.diminutive, I'm letting you use this hover board. Don't fall. That'd be kinda bad." She tousled his hair affectionately, although it had no effect. Dib grinned hugely and vaulted on.
That being taken care of, Phoenix ran to the kitchen to put some taquitoes in the oven.
The doorbell rang again. And again, and again, and again...
"For the sake of the Goddess, will someone please get that?" Phoenix yelled, frustrated.
Zim answered it. "There's someone here named Gaeldrisan, and I- IIIEEEOOWWW!!"
The sound of the door swinging open was cut off by the piercing wail Zim let out just then. Phoenix ran as quickly as she could to the front door. Poor Zim was being held by his ankles three feet over the linoleum by a grinning girl.
Phoenix rushed over and liberated Zim from the girl's death grip. "Gaeldrisan, what did he do to deserve that this time?"
Gally turned to smile evilly at her sister, long braid swinging gently.
"I dunno. I was provoked. No, really Zim, I'm just kidding. Seriously, I don't really want to kill you that much. Besides-you're so kayoot!" She swept him up in a big hug.
"Mmmph!! Grrrmm.." He managed to break away. "No one hugs an Invader!"
"But.hmm." Gally set him down, and suddenly turned into a small Irkan. "Would you hug a fellow Irkan?"
Zim eyed her suspiciously. "Only because you are a friend of Phoenix. And don't try anything funny," he warned.
Gally squished him. "Define 'funny.'"
Phoenix laughed and pried Gally off of Zim. "C'mon, Gally, we've got lots of stuff to do."
The Irkan resumed her human-ish form and followed Phoenix into the kitchen. "I've got something for Kith, Phoenix." She held up a gift wrapped in dark red paper. "Presents!"
"Just put it over in the corner."
Humming a depressingly cheerful tune, Gally marched over to the gift pile, enjoying the sound of her boots hitting the marble floor.
"Ooo.." She was quickly distracted by crystal punch bowl across the room. "Pretty." She picked up the ladle and admired it with glazed eyes. She slipped it into the pocket of her black cargo pants.
"No, Gaeldrisan, you can not have the ladle!" Phoenix called from the kitchen.
"Aww, man.." The ladle joined its brethren in the bowl. The dragon incarnate trudged dejectedly to the kitchen. Phoenix was there already, mixing batter for a cake. She laughed and flicked a bit of batter at Gally. "Magpie dragon."
Gally smiled ruefully and donned her apron. A bag of chips floated over to her and emptied into a basket. "Cheetos...when are the rest of the guests gonna get here?"
Phoenix shrugged. "Whenever, I guess. Dib is on door duty too." She grinned. "Say that one five times fast."
"Dib is on door duty too. Dib is on door doody doo..pleh." She grinned. "I guess not."
Like I said, forgive my awful lack of planning. Next chapter coming as soon as I can reformat it! Please R+R!!
"MiKi! Where did you put the Suck machine?"
A loud screech drew Phoenix's attention from her search for the insane SIR unit; namely the fact that the object of her search was floating near the main chandelier in the ball room.
"Please! MiKi! Let go of that right now! That's an order!" This wasted plea for sanity was directed at a gray and black SIR who was currently dangling from a bunch of balloons high in the rotunda of the room.
"Wheee! Lookit me! I'm flyin'!"
Phoenix heaved a sigh and pulled a powerful magnet from a plothole. Instantly MiKi was pulled from her flight, although she still clutched the balloons. The dragon incarnate hostess reached over and took the balloons from the distraught SIR, hastily replacing them with a taco pulled from aforementioned plothole. MiKi tossed it into her mouth and ran off to create more havoc.
// Just what I need, // Phoenix thought disgustedly. // An insane SIR spewing taco all over the house. This is always the worst part of parties. //
She ran a slender hand through her cropped hair, going over a list of things to do out loud to herself.
"Food, check. Decorations.eh, close enough." She surveyed the ballroom, and then at the pile of decorations waiting to be hung. "That's what the volunteers are for."
The doorbell rang, and Phoenix ran to open it before Miki got to it.
As soon as she opened the door her waist was assaulted by a large-headed blur wearing a trench coat.
Phoenix laughed and returned the hug. "Hey there, Dib."
He mumbled something back although it made no sense, seeing as how he still had a death grip on her waist.
Phoenix only then noticed the other people standing behind Dib.
"Hola, Zim, Gaz, Gir. How's it going?" Gir waved energetically, Gaz grunted and continued playing, and Zim tried badly to hide a small pout as he watched her disentangle Dib from his hug.
"Aw, do you want a hug too, Zimmy?"
"No."
"Well, I do." She knelt down and held out her arms. "Come on, for me?"
Zim reluctantly walked up to hug Phoenix, but when no one was watching he smiled happily and returned the gesture.
After everyone had been welcomed, Phoenix got down to the point. "Zim, you signed up as an escort, so you can just hang out until it's time to get Kith. Gaz, I don't expect you to do anything, but I set up a well lit corner for your gaming enjoyment. Plus, I got you something." She handed a new game to Gaz, as well as a packet of batteries. "Dark Wings. I found it at the store; it just came from Japan. This is the first one sold in the store, the guy said."
Gaz grinned and went to her corner.
"You, buddy," Phoenix said, turning to Dib, "is that of a decorator. Let's get you started." She handed a roll of masking tape to Dib.
"Since you're so.um.diminutive, I'm letting you use this hover board. Don't fall. That'd be kinda bad." She tousled his hair affectionately, although it had no effect. Dib grinned hugely and vaulted on.
That being taken care of, Phoenix ran to the kitchen to put some taquitoes in the oven.
The doorbell rang again. And again, and again, and again...
"For the sake of the Goddess, will someone please get that?" Phoenix yelled, frustrated.
Zim answered it. "There's someone here named Gaeldrisan, and I- IIIEEEOOWWW!!"
The sound of the door swinging open was cut off by the piercing wail Zim let out just then. Phoenix ran as quickly as she could to the front door. Poor Zim was being held by his ankles three feet over the linoleum by a grinning girl.
Phoenix rushed over and liberated Zim from the girl's death grip. "Gaeldrisan, what did he do to deserve that this time?"
Gally turned to smile evilly at her sister, long braid swinging gently.
"I dunno. I was provoked. No, really Zim, I'm just kidding. Seriously, I don't really want to kill you that much. Besides-you're so kayoot!" She swept him up in a big hug.
"Mmmph!! Grrrmm.." He managed to break away. "No one hugs an Invader!"
"But.hmm." Gally set him down, and suddenly turned into a small Irkan. "Would you hug a fellow Irkan?"
Zim eyed her suspiciously. "Only because you are a friend of Phoenix. And don't try anything funny," he warned.
Gally squished him. "Define 'funny.'"
Phoenix laughed and pried Gally off of Zim. "C'mon, Gally, we've got lots of stuff to do."
The Irkan resumed her human-ish form and followed Phoenix into the kitchen. "I've got something for Kith, Phoenix." She held up a gift wrapped in dark red paper. "Presents!"
"Just put it over in the corner."
Humming a depressingly cheerful tune, Gally marched over to the gift pile, enjoying the sound of her boots hitting the marble floor.
"Ooo.." She was quickly distracted by crystal punch bowl across the room. "Pretty." She picked up the ladle and admired it with glazed eyes. She slipped it into the pocket of her black cargo pants.
"No, Gaeldrisan, you can not have the ladle!" Phoenix called from the kitchen.
"Aww, man.." The ladle joined its brethren in the bowl. The dragon incarnate trudged dejectedly to the kitchen. Phoenix was there already, mixing batter for a cake. She laughed and flicked a bit of batter at Gally. "Magpie dragon."
Gally smiled ruefully and donned her apron. A bag of chips floated over to her and emptied into a basket. "Cheetos...when are the rest of the guests gonna get here?"
Phoenix shrugged. "Whenever, I guess. Dib is on door duty too." She grinned. "Say that one five times fast."
"Dib is on door duty too. Dib is on door doody doo..pleh." She grinned. "I guess not."
Like I said, forgive my awful lack of planning. Next chapter coming as soon as I can reformat it! Please R+R!!