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Who: Shego & Kirk
What: Thievery and adolescence.
Where: The kitchen, maybe elsewhere
When: Friday, mid-afternoon
Warnings: Pfft unlikely.
Shego, aged almost-thirteen, had not been having a good year. Almost a year ago, she had been knocked out by a meteorite and woken up in hospital two weeks later to discover she was green. Barely thirty seconds after that, she had learnt her hands could set stuff on fire. The loss of her (due to personality issues, already ailing) social life had been abrupt and inevitable.
Then, maybe a day-and-a-bit ago, she had been kidnapped by evil scientists.
It was the only conclusion she could accept. A bunch of people had said a bunch of stuff about Barges and Wardens and even alleged that they had been adults once, but she couldn't remember that and they couldn't prove anything.
So, evil scientists. Evil, crazy scientists on a spaceship who were trying to steal her powers. And they weren't doing all that bad a job, because when she'd woken up in an unfamiliar bedroom and flipped out a little, her hands had done the glowy thing but the bedsheets hadn't caught on fire or melted.
Secretly she was kind of pleased with that. She just wished it didn't involve evil scientists on spaceships.
She had planned on hiding out a bit longer, but eventually hunger drove her from her room. There had been cookies offered at some point, but that was insulting. Cookies made you fat and gave you zits. Didn't evil scientists have food pyramids?
As an alternative, she chose an innocuous point during the early afternoon and made her way to the kitchen. The refrigerators were locked, but that didn't feel like a repellent; she was going through the sort of minor kleptomaniac phase borne of parents who unintentionally lavished most of their attention on their eldest and youngest children. She pulled a bobby pin out of her hair, twisted it appropriately and went to work at one of the locks.
What: Thievery and adolescence.
Where: The kitchen, maybe elsewhere
When: Friday, mid-afternoon
Warnings: Pfft unlikely.
Shego, aged almost-thirteen, had not been having a good year. Almost a year ago, she had been knocked out by a meteorite and woken up in hospital two weeks later to discover she was green. Barely thirty seconds after that, she had learnt her hands could set stuff on fire. The loss of her (due to personality issues, already ailing) social life had been abrupt and inevitable.
Then, maybe a day-and-a-bit ago, she had been kidnapped by evil scientists.
It was the only conclusion she could accept. A bunch of people had said a bunch of stuff about Barges and Wardens and even alleged that they had been adults once, but she couldn't remember that and they couldn't prove anything.
So, evil scientists. Evil, crazy scientists on a spaceship who were trying to steal her powers. And they weren't doing all that bad a job, because when she'd woken up in an unfamiliar bedroom and flipped out a little, her hands had done the glowy thing but the bedsheets hadn't caught on fire or melted.
Secretly she was kind of pleased with that. She just wished it didn't involve evil scientists on spaceships.
She had planned on hiding out a bit longer, but eventually hunger drove her from her room. There had been cookies offered at some point, but that was insulting. Cookies made you fat and gave you zits. Didn't evil scientists have food pyramids?
As an alternative, she chose an innocuous point during the early afternoon and made her way to the kitchen. The refrigerators were locked, but that didn't feel like a repellent; she was going through the sort of minor kleptomaniac phase borne of parents who unintentionally lavished most of their attention on their eldest and youngest children. She pulled a bobby pin out of her hair, twisted it appropriately and went to work at one of the locks.