Chapter 12

"That was a bust," was what many of the students said to eachother after the party was over, and they were all safely back home. "I payed (X x 100) for that? Why did they call it 'The Big Yellow Scoobus' anyway? It wasn't yellow, it didn't seem very big with all of us crammed inside it, and what the freakin' hell is a Scoobus, anyway? There wasn't even a bathroom, it was very scary trying to pee off that tiny poop deck, and I never knew there were so many great white sharks in the Great Barrier Reef." It might have been a better party if anyone had remembered to bring snacks. but the entire budget was used up on anti-gravity research and development.

Steetch was happy though, he not only got his submariners Merit Badge, but they created a new one just for him, so it was the most rare badge ever. The coveted Space Cadet Badge. It wasn't for building a spaceship, it was because of his fuges. At least that is what Hardcase claimed. Noone argued with her.

"What are we doing?" angsted Hardcase. "We have these awesome powers, and we are just sitting here in our secret fortress, munching on chips and drinking virgin mai-tai's!" she continued, ignoring the fact that she was the only one drinking a virgin mai-tai. "We need a plan!"

Axorie agreed. "We have a secret fortress, we have a anti-gravity spaceship that can go underwater up to 200 feet, we have all the knowledge in the universe, we have cool swords, we can control the elements, we have telepathy and induced sensation, and we are invisible! We need Costumes!" she telepathicaly communed, ignoring the fact that she was the only one who had all the knowledge in the universe, had telepathy or was invisible. But the challange still stood- Costumes! Something to Justify the Superhero tag! Of course, Axorie would have to conceptualize the essence of any costume she wanted to wear, and it would still be invisible, so what was the point, really, she might just as well go naked.

Freaky thought so too. "I think your alter ego should be 'Naked Invisible Girl', he imposed. "And I will be The Archmage!" He was already thinking about robes, staffs, and pointy hats with arcane symbols. "You don't do Magic!" objected Hardcase. "Then how do you explain what I do, scientificaly?" postulated Freaky. Hardcase couldn't refute Freaky's argument, but still didn't feel comfortable with the idea of magic. Steetch felt that it was justified by the 'Fantasy' catagory.

Steetch secretly wanted a costume of gold lame briefs, winged sandals, and a winged silver skullcap, but thought it would be too gay. Especialy since he also was imagining gold eyeshadow. Even the name, Hermes sounded gay. He didn't share his first impulse with anyone, and instead tried to think of another costume. He silently cursed that scoutmaster yet again.

Hardcase tossed her blond hair viciously. Noone had commented on her latest dye-job, but they were used to it, and besides, it was dangerous to say anything. "I want to be Fire-Flower. I will be a were-dryad. I will be a respected scientist most of the time, but when danger threatens, I will transform into a vacious, vapid sexpot of a mythological being! My magical powers will be immolation, and strangle-vine! My hobbies will include heavy BDSM and tickle play!" she continued, really getting into this whole magical schtick. Steetch groaned and covered his eyes with both hands. This was getting out of hand. He had yet to think up a good costume or persona.