Place: Dorothy's House
Time: 11:59 pm
Status: pillows, cookies, bathrobes, pencils and paper
Mood: the girls are filled with: A) air headed-ness; B) blonde-ness (not to offend anyone); C) non-logical-ness; or D) all of the above
The answer: you FAIL!
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"So girls; lets go over the checklist again," Relena said, jumping on the queen-sized mattress set up in Dorothy's large living room. She held in her hand a pad of paper covered in quick jot notes. She held a pencil poised to jot more notes. "Pillows."
"Check," said Hilde, throwing one at Catherine, managing to hit her in the head. Catherine glared, then threw it right back.
Relena continued, "PJ's and bathrobes."
Dorothy looked down at her outfit. "I seemed to be dressed, so I guess 'check'".
"Sally Po on Vid. Phone."
"Roger that," Sally responded in a slightly tinny voice, her likeness splayed across the large screen on the side of the room. "Sorry I couldn't be there in person, girls, but flying halfway around the world for a slumber party doesn't quite make sense to my boss."
"Men," Catherine said bitterly, finally sitting on the pillow that she and Hilde nearly started a war with. "What the hell do they know?"
"Slumber parties are a legitimate excuse for leave of absence from work," Hilde agreed, saying so in a very serious tone.
"Exactly!" Sally Po said.
Dorothy and Relena looked at each other, then looked at the remaining girls confusedly. "What world are you from, girls?" Dorothy asked, hoping they wouldn't answer.
They did.
"I come from a world ruled by carrots."
"Mine's by purple crayons."
"Bow down to the spaghetti overlords! Fear thy meatballs' wrath!"
"SHUT UP!" Relena shouted. "I DON'T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT THE FREAKING MEATBALLS!"
Seeing Relena so out of character could only cause the girls to laugh even more. Dorothy, sputtering through giggles, tried to keep a serious tone and said, "You're all idiots. Shut the hell up, all of you." Seeing they were ignoring her, she added, losing her giggly mood, her voice sounding as if it were from the deepest pit in Hades, "RIGHT FREAKING NOW!"
Silence followed. Catherine and Hilde looked at each other nervously. A cricket chirped. A plane flew from somewhere to somewhere else.
"Now," she said, resuming her normal composure, "Let's get back to revenging. Who should we start with first?"
"How about Duo?" suggested Sally. "From the sounds of it, he's got quite some control over you, Hilde."
Hilde sighed, pulling the pillow out from beneath Catherine, sending her reeling to the ground. She held the pillow tightly to her chest. "He's – don't get me wrong, Duo is very nice – but –"
"He's controlling," suggested Catherine, rubbing her throbbing head.
Hilde simply nodded. "When the RMSTC first started out, I asked if there could be a women's section, where we could compete against each other. Duo said there likely wouldn't be enough girls interested in fighting to start it, but he would look into it." Hilde suddenly looked very tired and depressed. "But he never did," she added in a low voice. "I wanted to compete, but I'll never be able to now."
Hilde remembered the feeling of hope she had when she heard the RMSTC had been accepted. Duo had come home and immediately told her it had been approved, and he was so happy that they went for a walk downtown, and then to dinner in a formal restaurant. She grimly smiled at the memory, knowing that only a few hours later Duo had dashed her dreams of a female division in the RMSTC.
"Well," Catherine said, straightening herself off the ground, "You should have heard the boys at their little meeting today."
"You were at one of them?" Sally asked, suddenly interested.
"I'm at all of them. Who else would the guys have to make their tea and cookies?"
"Ooooh, Catherine, you could be our spy! So, what's the scoop, Cath? Are they going to look into a female division?" Dorothy asked, glancing at Hilde from the corner of her eye. Hilde simply rolled her eyes; she already knew the answer.
Catherine said menacingly, "It never came up. Not once."
"Argh! Damn them!" Relena spat out, pulling a dramatic move by flopping motionlessly onto the mattress. After a few seconds she whipped her head up, her cheeks flushed red. "Why can't they just set up the division? It's not like its that difficult. 'Girls can compete,' – POOF! – It's done!"
"Why are you so passionate on the subject, Relena?" Sally asked. She had never seen Relena show any strong emotion towards anything besides peace.
Relena's eyes flashed darkly (a/n: is that even possible? Hmm…^ ~ ^), "Because, its is only the discrimination of women's rights here! We can do anything men can do, and better than they could." She suddenly turned on Hilde. "I know how you can get a little revenge on Duo."
Hilde suddenly caught on to what she was hinting, and smiled widely. "I think I know where you're going with this!"
"Compete in the RMSTC, with or without consent from Duo!" Dorothy said, letting a small cry of joy. "Oh, he'll really flip when he sees you in the battlefield!"
"That could really work, too. Not only will Duo be absolutely furious, but you'll be doing something you love, Hilde." Catherine added, sneaking the pillow away from Hilde, which had been cast to one side.
Hilde could only smile. To be able to compete in the RMSTC! It was like a dream come true. Why hadn't she thought of it before? It was so simple, yet it never came across her mind. I guess Duo is starting to take over my life, she thought.
"Hilde? What do you say to this?" Sally asked, tapped the screen from her side of the camera.
"I'll do it! It'll be a blast!"
Cheers broke out all around. A feeling of togetherness spread over them, and for the first time each and every girl thought they could actually get their revenge. Finally, it wasn't a sad day in the universe.
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Time: 2:38 a.m.
A few hours past, with a few arguments ("I'm looking for revenge that's more 'Ah-ha! Take that', not 'burning off his face', Dorothy!"), but mostly with agreement. They had decided that the best thing for Dorothy was simply to break up with Quatre.
"But he's soo nice, Dorothy! How could you?" Hilde whined. She and Quatre had never really gotten to know each other, but from their few occasions together, she had found him rather charming. He had a way about himself that was very different from the other pilots; she couldn't put her finger on it…
"Really easily," Dorothy replied. "I'll give him the 'it's not you, it's me', coupled with a 'I'm sure lots of girls would love you more than I did', finishing with the four fatal words. ' Let's – just – be – friends.'"
"Deadly combination, Dorothy. Do you think he can take it?" Catherine asked.
"I hope so. I really don't want to hurt him that badly, but he's got to know that we're through; there is no chance of us getting back together."
Relena tapped her pencil against her cheek, the end chewed off from several hours of pondering. "I guess that'll be enough to do it; unless you have some personal vendetta you want to even with him."
Dorothy shook her head. "I just want us over. No more, no less."
"All right, it's settled," Sally finalized. "Catherine, you'll be our undercover agent -"
"Ooooh, how exciting!" she replied.
"You'll get all the information you can on their meetings, and tell us how they're coping with our little shenanigans."
"I hope really poorly," Hilde added in, voicing the opinion all the girls had.
"Hilde," Sally continued, ignoring their interruptions, "You just have to compete in the RMSTC. Everything should fall into place for you from there. Dorothy; break up with Quatre." She paused for a moment. "I will stand by while you do all of this. Call me anytime you need help or advice. I'd love to help out more, but there's not much I can do from halfway around the world."
"It's all right, Sally, we understand."
"Now all that leaves is Relena," Sally finished, leaving the air open for discussion. The arguments had all taken place on what Relena should do for revenge on Heero. They didn't have a clue what would personally hurt him, and they were all out of ideas. The only thing Relena really had against him was that he ignored her. Not a lot you could do to get back at this.
Catherine sighed. "I'm all out of ideas, girls." She flopped onto her back, grabbing a nearby blanket and returned to an upright state.
"Me too; sorry, Relena," Hilde added.
"I the third," Sally said exasperatedly.
Relena looked at her slippers dejectedly. Stupid happy bunnies, she thought, looking at the cuddly, cotton face of the white rabbits on her slippers. Why do you have to be so cheerful and I so miserable?
A look of inspiration suddenly crossed Dorothy's face. Her mouth broke into a wide smile. "Let's call Noin! She's got to have some ideas!"
"Noin?" Relena asked, apparently confused. Suddenly she looked as if she clued in. "I completely forgot about her! Where would she be at," she said, looking at her watch, "three in the morning?"
"Sleeping?" Catherine suggested, yawning deeply, wishing she could just curl up with the blanket she grabbed.
"No, no," Hilde said, snapping her fingers. "It's Friday – I mean Saturday, now – right? So she'll be down at the mobile suits battlefields."
"At three in the morning??"
Hilde nodded. "She always puts in late night training on weekends. She says it helps with her 'fighting combat fatigue'."
"Well, let's go get her, girls!" Dorothy exclaimed, looking around at the others.
"One problem right here, Dorothy," Sally interrupted, tapping on her camera's screen again. "I can't exactly get up and follow you guys."
"I'll stay and keep you company," Catherine added quickly. It was obvious she was not used to their late-night escapades. She looked as though she would pass out any second.
Relena nodded, understanding. "You stay then, we'll go and talk to her. Hopefully Noin'll still be there."
"Have fun girls! Don't return until you have some ideas!" Sally yelled, waving as the girls hurried out the room, still in their nightgowns.
"'Don't return until you have some ideas'? Doesn't that mean they'll never return, Sally?" Catherine asked jokingly, stifling a yawn.
"Oh, be nice and go to sleep. You look like death microwaved for thirty seconds too long," Sally responded irritably, yawning herself before shutting off the Vid-cam.
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