3-2-1-Let's Rave

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[partyintheballpit]

Card Night

Kenzie sat on the carpeted floor of the small apartment. The living room light was off--the only light for their game came from the kitchen nook and the rainbow-colored Christmas lights that hung across the living room curtains. Kenzie eyed their hand of cards with disdain, as a small ginger kitten crawled onto their lap. This one was named Mako, they remembered.

Neon was sitting directly across from them. “Alright, now bring your hand down to where Mako can reach.” Kenzie obeyed. They brought their hand of cards down to where the kitten was rolling around on their crossed legs. Mako perked up for a moment and looked at the cards with marginal interest. Neon stared with delight. “Go on! Pick one!” Mako looked over at her, then back to the cards. Kenzie looked down at the fuzzball with a jaded expression.

Mako clumsily tumbled across Kenzie’s leg and gently bumped against one of the cards. Neon immediately snatched it from Kenzie’s hand, then compared it to the small stack of cards that she had designated as Mako’s hand.

“Ah! That’s another pair! Good job, Makoooo~” Neon leaned over and booped her nose against the kitten’s, who had started to aimlessly meander across the floor.

The rest of the area was a similar sight. Neon had said that about five of the kittens were up for card night, but how she had made that distinction was lost on Kenzie. Also, the definition of “up for card night” was somewhat shaky. Neon was doing everything in her power to keep the kittens somewhere near where the two of them were sitting. She had a hand dealt out for each of them, and she would guide their moves when it was their turn. It was tedious, but Neon seemed to delight in it. Only one of the kittens was sitting remotely still. It was Cherry. She was winning.

From down the hallway, the pair heard the sound of a muted trumpet playing along with a recording. Neon huffed. “I can’t believe Flynt wouldn’t play with us. And he’s been getting along so well with everyone, too.”

Kenzie looked down the hall toward Flynt’s room, and then back at Neon. “Hey, are you actually planning on keeping all of these cats?”

Neon looked back at them in shock. “Uh, Of Course?? We already had this discussion back at the shop, Kenzie! There’s no way I can break up this group dynamic.” Kenzie looked over at two kittens near the wall. One of them tentatively patted the other on the face. They both fell over.

“It’s just... there’s a lot of them. And there are times when neither you or Flynt are home, right?”

Neon frowned and looked off to the side. “It is... possible that I might have acted at least partially on instinct the day we met.”

“Partially.” Kenzie said flatly, but with a smirk. “Do you have friends that would take them?”

Neon leaned back on her hands. “Yeah, I’m sure. Yang and her sister are good with animals. And there’s that rich girl, I know that she at least likes dogs.” She sighed. “I guess it’s my responsibility to act in everyone’s best interest.” She wiped away a fake tear. “What about you? Do you know anyone?”

Mako wobbled back over to Kenzie’s lap. She curled up into the hole between their ankles. Kenzie looked down at her with a slight smile. “I know someone who might be persuaded.”

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Topsy Turvy

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“Okay... looks like I’ve got everything about ready...” Neon surveyed the bathroom counter. Beacon’s amenities for exchange students weren’t quite up to par with Atlas, but she was nothing if not flexible. The bathrooms had running water and mirrors, which was more than enough. She poked her face closer to her eclectic assortment of accessories. 

There were a few makeup containers--simple things like foundation, blush, lip gloss, and eyeliner. Then there were all of her hairties, rings, stickers...oh! And the glitter. Tonight would be heavy on the glitter. She was busy entertaining all of the possible combinations that she could put together when her scroll lit up.

It was a message from Flynt.

“Schnee’s a no-go. You ever get in touch with the blonde?”

Neon’s eyes shot wide open when she remembered. She had just assumed that the Schnee girl and...oh, what was her name...uhmm...oh, right! Yang! Anyways, she had assumed that they would just come to the party together, but Neon had promised to follow up with a text, just to make sure. She had made a point to get the girl’s number after their match, and it would be a shame if things ended up falling through just because she forgot to send a message.

“I am on it! You didn’t think that i’d like forget or something did you” 

She could feel Flynt’s exasperation in the ellipses that appeared when he started typing. She decided to save that conversation for later--she opened up Yang’s contact.

“Heyyyy~ Are you still down to hang out tonight? Flynt and I have this great little get together in mind. It’ll be a good way to loosen up before the finals coming up!”

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[emberkris]

The Final Straw

@partyintheballpit Octavia Ember laid lazily on the ‘NDGO sister’s’ couch, a bag of potato chips on her stomach while a hand rested limply off the side, holding the remote. She was on break and as far as Octavia was concerned, being a couch potato eating your fellow potatoes in the form of chips was the best way to spend it. She hadn’t expected all three of her closest friends to slam open their shared door and rush in yelling something about camping. But it was Octavia’s break. And camping didn’t include eating your own potato kind. “What.” She asked in a confused daze, looking to Nebby. “We’ve packed for you, just get dressed and let’s go! We’re going camping!” Oh. That made sense. “No way. You three go. I have a date with the couch.” Her arm moved to rest against the back from where she laid to emphasize her point. Instead, it made Nebby, Gwen, and Dew just work to tip her off the couch. A feat that they were successful of. “Ow! Damn! Fine, I’ll get dressed!” Octavia groaned while shuffling to her room. They were so going to pay for this. The drive to the site had been eventful, between Nebula’s loud singing and Dew’s amazing ability to be able to read with the singing. It felt like a real trip. She wondered why they packed for her, but she probably would’ve put up more of a fight if she had to pack for herself.  Octavia was actually kind of looking forward to this trip. Except it wasn’t with who she wanted it to be with. No, Octavia left the car to find Neon Katt standing there. She frowned instantly and looked back to her friends who she considered sisters. “Guys…Why is she here.” Octavia asked with annoyance. It was true, Octavia Ember did not like Neon Katt. It was fact. Not after the teasing Tavia had to endure, she was picked on by Neon and it caused some resentment. Nebby had told her it was because she gave Neon a reaction, that she’d stop if Tavia had just chilled. So she tried it. Her result was having her ice cream stolen, and that was the final straw. Octavia had come home in a burning fury and anger, letting out a yell and proceeding to fall into the couch face down. She wanted to punch that stupid raver in the face. Nebula would take note. “Tavia…” Nebula started, “I think you two need to learn how to get along.” She emphasized her point by unfurling a large white shirt with the words ‘Our get along shirt’ in a fancy scrawl. It was clearly Dew’s hand writing on the shirt. Nebby continued with, “This will be good for you! It’ll only be for.” as if it would make the situation better. “I still don’t get it.” Octavia said cautiously. Her frown deepening. It was then that Gwen shoved her into Neon and Dew slid the shirt over them, poor Octavia could only grunt and utter a very refined, “Huh!?” Her only response was Nebula yelling, “Move, move, move!” And the sound of her bag hitting the dirt then screeching tires. They had just left Octavia there. With one of the people she disliked most. “Are you fucking kidding me.” She deadpanned. Tavia looked to her companion. “Uh…Hey. Neon. Nice to see you.” Her tone was dripping with sarcasm.

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“Uhh... sup.” Neon fidgeted in the shirt. Nebula had promised her a fun camping trip with the girls, which sounded super fun! She was having a difficult time dissecting the current situation, though. The sunshine? She was down with that. The bugs, the tents, and the trees? All cool. The shoving and the leaving and the big ol’ shirt? Neon didn’t quite know how to feel about it. 

An unfamiliar scent started to waft past her nose. She couldn’t place what it was, but it reminded her of... burning hair? Or maybe sour milk. No, definitely not either of those. It was... uhm... OH! Hatred. Unadulterated, seething hatred. It was emanating from Octavia.

“Hmmm.” Neon’s mouth curled into a grin as she deliberately rubbed against Tavia’s shoulder. “Something on your mind?~”

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Neon at the pet store

“Helloooo, handsome.” Neon leaned over the box as one of the kittens fumbled up to the side, put its front legs up on the wall, and gently started to paw at her nose. It was a little white puffball with black and chestnut spots. “What is it?” She scooted her face closer. “You tryin’ to fight me?” A smug grin came over her face.

“So have you decided on him?” A pet store worker walked up with an inquisitive look. They were a lean person with brown hair that was short on the sides and curly on top. Two small, green earrings matched the green in their eyes.

“Uh… eheh… well…” She straightened up and glanced back at the fluffy mosh pit of kittens. “I mean–they’re all great, obviously, but I’m still deciding on who would… uh… click best. In my apartment. It’s a very important decision.”

“Oh, okay! Just let me know when y–”

“I mean, Oswald here definitely seems like the most outgoing, but what about their whole group dynamic, y’know?”

“Uhm… well I–”

“I mean, don’t even get me STARTED on how devastating it would be for little Cherry. And Celene, too! Or Winston? Ugh! Taking Oswald would just, like, I mean, could you even imagine??”

“…no?”

“OF COURSE NOT! It’s ridiculous. Oswald being gone would totally upset the communal balance these little dudes have achieved, and there is no way that I could ever bring myself to do that. It’s cruel. It’s… well, it’s inhumane, quite frankly!” Neon leaned toward the unamused employee, her eyes wide with disgust.

The worker stood in jaded silence for a moment. “So… you don’t want one of the kittens.”

“Correct.”

~~~

“Is… *huff*… Is that your car?”

“Sure is~”

Neon and the worker, whose name turned out to be Kenzie, made it out to the very edge of the lot where Neon’s compact electric car was parked. Kenzie was loaded down with carriers, all holding multiple mewing kittens. Sweat was pooling on their shirt.

“Thanks so much!” She popped the hatchback so Kenzie could get them all situated. “I’ll make sure you get an invite to our inaugural weekly card night! I can already tell that Cherry is going to be an absolute shark at Old Maid.”