Awww... Serah honestly couldn't say anything to Sigma being so nice and wiping off the other girl's tears. Then Sigma explained the "Game". She was about to say something but then the promise of cake caught her attention, somehow her smile widening even further. Anymore and it'd fall off... Wait, Elora was feeling I-? Oh, OOOOH! It's a lie! Serah got it. "Yeah, I agree. I'm sure it'll do her good." The blue haired pilot winked to the other 14 year old, waiting on Sigma's lead.

Elora now understood what Sigma wanted; victory over the boys in the mock battle. It made her feel like she was just nice so she could use her. Then again, if Elora helped her succeed with her plan maybe they could be real friends then, after she has shown she can be reliable. Elora didn't want to waste her only chance at friendship, so she went along with her plan. Besides, she was feeling a bit bad from her crying, so in her mind it wasn't as much a lie as it was an exaggeration.
The cake also intrigued a bit, but Elora wasn't much of a sweet tooth, and preferred salty treats instead. Serah on the other hand was immediately on board the plan, which made her feel reassured of going along with it.

Elora continued looking miserable, and with a normal voice (which she considered to be really loud), she said: "Good idea. I need some water..."

Takeo accepted the abrupt gift from Korie with a bright grin and a nod, cracking the tab on the cannister before the idle banter between the other cadets turned into a bustling conversation. He was fascinated with the developing dynamic in the group, setting his coffee down and forgetting it until Korie returned and indicated it to him. Takeo was glad he had not yet taken a sip, as he was still recovering from witnessing Ian's bold oral assault and predicted the coffee would have now been all over the floor before him if it had been in his mouth at the time.

Korie's outreach had been as equally surprising as their gift, and while he felt warmly comforted by the companionship, he felt bothered as well. Making friends, going through the motions, it was all too troublesome for him. He kept his masking smile on, but never said a further word as he watched the events unfold before him. Bonds were already being made between the cadets. He knew it was only a matter of time until he was left to his own devices, never being spared a thought. Good, he thought. Just the way I like it.

Takeo found his head subtly inclining towards where he knew Iron Sparrow was in the hangar. What was it Korie had said? “Do change that attitude and do at least try to at least put up a fight… so that you can at least be able to protect someone this time instead of leaving them to die.” He brought his fingertips up to brush the necklace hidden beneath his shirt, a harshly painful memory welling up inside of him and twisting his face grimly, before realizing what he was doing. As soon as he did, he brought the coffee to his lips and chugged eagerly, and when the can was brought away, his smile was right back on his face.

"Shouldn't be to hard, since I basically said the same thing to Antwon not just a couple minutes ago." Ian stated in response matter-of-factly, looking rather unperturbed by Korie's revelation. It just proved what Ian had already suspected, Korie wasn't just another cadet like the rest of them, a fact that he seemed eager to show off with his blatant display of privilege by getting food and sandwiches. "As for my desires, trust me when I say that you're not my type. The only reason I'd ever kiss you again is just to see how many times I can get away with it before you really lose your temper. Basically, I'm fucking with you so there early isn't a need to get so bent out of shape. The only reason I did in the first place is because I wanted the card and in the past the easiest way to distract people was to do something that they don't expect. Pickpocketing is a lot like stage magic in that regard, it's all about distraction." Ian finished his sandwich and coffee before he got up and tossed them both into the trashcan, taking this as a moment to reevaluate his comrades.

Antwon seemed to be a reasonable guy, if a bit out-spoken but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Every team needs at least one person who isn't afraid to speak their mind and be the skeptic. Elora was adorably shy, and seemed to be easily flustered. Ian wasn't sure how that would translate on the battlefield, but he'd save his judgements on that for later. Even if she stunk, Ian was sure that she could be pushed to achieve better as long as she was given a proper push in the right directions and encouragement. Sigma would be Ian's first vote for leader, because she had all the seriousness of Korie, but seemed to know that antagonizing the people you want to lead is a bad idea. Tatsuda hadn't really given him enough to say anything bout him yet, but he did notice how the boy had reacted to Korie's comment about Antwon's past, and how he tried to hide it with a smile. Very interesting. Serah was his favorite person here so far, as she was making the most f her situation and having fun with it.

All that was left was the silent girl across the way, one that Ian felt like he'd seen before but couldn't put his tongue on where. Well, she seemed like as good a person as any to mess with, he was sure that talking to Korie any more would just lead to more trouble than it was worth. Ian walked over to where the purple haired girl was, giving off a friendly smile and a wave. "Hello there, I don't think I caught your name and in case you didn't catch mine, it's Ian. Also, have we met somewhere before, I feel like I've seen you from somewhere before?"

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"Hello there, I don't think I caught your name and in case you didn't catch mine, it's Ian. Also, have we met somewhere before, I feel like I've seen you from somewhere before?"

She opened her eyes to the view of a rather delinquent-looking fellow standing right in front of her. Not really the type she'd be surprised to see here. Ian was it? He mentioned having seen her before. It was still a bit exciting when someone said they know her or have seen her perform before, no matter how many times she heard it. He doesn't seem the type to be a fan of her music though, so he most likely have seen her picture in passing, like on the cover of an album or something. Utano did manage to perform alongside a few famous bands though, so that might also be the cause.

Cautiously she assumed her business persona, smiling slightly at the boy. "Hmm, I'd remember if we met before, but it would come as no surprised if you had seen my likeness before. I'm UTAU, an aspiring Idol."

Sigma sighed. "Serah, go ahead with her. I might catch with you later. I believe i can get more help." The stoic-faced pilot looked at both girls, before looking at the girl who was being approached by Ian. Are they already wisening up? She pondered. Now how would she approach the possible fourth member of the alliance she was trying to brew. The strawberry alliance, it would be called.

Now, the trick was the approach. What would be the best way to do it? Well, of course by keeping act. She had seen those garish outfits in the assorted shows that the civilians kept themselves busy with. Some kind of performer. Well, that could be worked as an excuse...

Walking with brief steps, she then approached the girl and the loudmouth called Ian, choosing to tap the shoulder of the performer in question.

"May I have a second with you? We've got a bad case of scenery panic... and you seem the type to be acknowledged with it."Sigma said, as she said the half truth to the girl."We'll be in the girls bath. Sorry for the disturbance." The clone soldier droned, without waiting for an answer, and then darted off hurriedly after Serah and Elora, creating a false sense of urgence to sell the act.

Ian's smile dropped the instant he heard the name, taking an step back instinctively from Utau as he tried to hold back the flood of memories that the name brought with it. Sadly, it was for not, and one memory in particular pained him more than any other.

- Militant Cruiser, Turok sector, Outer Rim, 1 month ago-

Ian was sitting in a chair overlooking the empty void, trying his best to tune out his sister and her incessant need to sing along to every song by her favorite Idol, Utatu or whatever she was called. It wasn't that he disliked the music, it was decent enough, he just hated having to hear it a million times on a daily basis. If he heard that goddamn chorus from Kibou to Negai one more time, he'd through her music player out the air lock.

"Couldn't you at least use your headphones? Not everypne wants to listen to that stuff 24/7, you know."

Angela Blackwood, his foster sister and best friend, responded in the only way befitting the daughter of a highly decorated, high ranking officer, by sticking her tongue out at him. She had her hair cut and stlyed so that it resembled that of her Idol, even going so far as to dye her naturally black hair purple as well, though she'd had enough restrain to limit it to only the tips of her hair. So far gone was her obssession, she'd even went through a procedure to change the color of one eye to be the same as UTAU, making it a bright-ish purple instead of her normal light grey. "If you don't like it, you can go somewhere else, Ian, this is the closest thing we've ever had to a vacation, so I'm going to enjoy it as much as I want to, as loud as I want to." With that said, she turned her music up and gave Ian a familiarly mischievous smile that he couldn't help but return, having some fun despite his sister being her usual annoying self.

"I'll do just that, so later Lil' Sis, and have fun listening to your music . . . with out your phone!" Quick as a flash, Ian was down the halls of the ship with his sister's phone before she could comprehend what had happened. Ian couldn't help chuckling when he heard her cry of outrage, happy with the knowledge that she was too much of a lazy lump to get it back, plus she had another one anyway, so it really wasn't that much of a problem.

A couple hours later, Ian was near the lower decks of the ship, listening to some of his guilty pleasure UTAU favorites, like Kono Haato Tomaranai when he heard an alarm rung throughout the ship, the one for Cruxi attacks. His last thought before hearing those alarms, however, had been simple. I wonder how this UTAU chick is in real life.

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That was the last time he had ever spoken to his sister, and the thought of it had been more than enough to cause tears to flow unbidden to his eyes. He came out of his mind when Sugma had left, coming to with a shock before he reached up to feel the wetness on his face, surprised to find tears before he went to wipe his eyes dry, an hollow chuckle escaping hus lips as he did so. "I'm sorry, it's just . . . my sister is, or was, a really big fan of yours. She played Kibou to Negai so many times I could probably recite it you by heart." That was a lie, he could recite it perfectly forwards, backwards, even sideways. He still had his sisters purple music player, had it in his pocket at this very moment. The day after the incident he's locked himself in his room for hours, staring at a spot on the wall while listening to his sister's playlist over and over again. He'd listen to them so much he could recite them all, though if he ever triednhe'd breakdown into an unintelligible mess of sorrow before he got through the second chorus. This is why you never look back. A voice he remembered and despised whispered to him, The only thing that comes from remembering tragedy is more pain.

"I'm sorry, but I think I'll . . . I'll just leave you to yoyr business." Ian walked away from the violet haired Idol so fast he was almost running, heading into the boy's bathroom, locking himself in a stall and just taking a second to compose himself. In a few minutes he'd walk out feeling as chipper as ever, but right now, he just needed to center himself in the present, lest he lose himself in his past.

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After hearing what both Antwon and Ian had to say, and finishing their meal, Korie sighed a bit to themselves and thinking a bit over what they had said. Before smiling towards Takeo and giving him a small wave. Unlike their normal smile, this one seemed genuine as they stood up and approached the vending machine once again, this time getting two more coffees with their card.

Approaching Antwon normally, they place one can in front of them and smiled softly. “I apologize for that, I was out of line… and you’re right, I don’t have any real answers,” looking up, they smiled a bit more, trying to give off warmer feeling.

“If you feel like hitting me for what I said, then I understand. My advice was crude, and I know when I’m in the wrong, just know that we will have to get along since we will be on the same team.”

Exiting the room with the extra can of coffee, but not before waving goodbye to Takeo and Antwon, Korie made their way to the restroom specially made for them due to their specific request. On the way there, they paused and watched as Ian went into the bathroom with a wet face. Sighing, Korie just waited until finally they came back out with their usual chipper attitude.

“Oh, Ian, I almost forgot, this one is for you. You will need something to wash down the taste of kissing a boy out of your mouth,” spoke Korie as they shoved another can of coffee into their hand. Giving Ian a small smile, Korie punched Ian on the arm softly before heading towards their own special bathroom. “Sorry for earlier. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must use the little girl’s room,” they said as they entered the strange room that was undoubtedly a bathroom made specifically for them… which also had a sign that was equally confusing with a pear being strangled by a tentacle.

Iskander was introspective throughout most of the meet and greet. Seeing the others in the project he was a part of was almost surreal to him. This felt like deja vu. More child soldiers, another unwinnable war. He could have sworn that he was back in the Lemurian compound on Hyperborea , for how familiar this felt. He was a warrior, once again. Had he ever stopped being a warrior? The Hyperborean government had tried to force him to unlearn his training, but they couldn't undo what he had done. They couldn't take away the years spent training with sword and rifle. They couldn't take away the lives he took to dull him to killing. So, he supposed he was always a warrior. It was just now that he once again had a war.

He looked at his peers curiously. Offworlders, how strange they were, doing such odd things like kissing each other. Iskander had never kissed anyone; the path of a warrior left no time for that sort of thing. Iskander had only ever seen an Offworlder for the first time as a part of the Framewerk project, and now he was rubbing elbows with them constantly. Though he would be going to other worlds very often from here on out, he supposed. It excited him sometimes, traveling through the ether, sailing among the stars like Zurra, the Destroyer of Mu.

The others seemed to have some degree of training to a few of them, as far as Iskander could tell. Were they trained to fight the hordes of the Chaos Lord, as Iskander had done in recent months, or were they trained to kill men, like Iskander was at first? Iskander reminded himself to call the enemy "Cruxi," as the Hyperboreans had told him, even though his elders had identified them as the forces of Angsaar. Though the more Iskander learned about life outside of Hyperborea, the more he felt like his elders had been right. They had divined his fate to be that of a warrior. The Hyperborean therapists had told him he could be whatever he wanted. And here he was, still a warrior.

Iskander stayed to the side, still deep in thought, as he stared at the others complacently. An idle habit, his fingers wound their way through his long, silver braid, and his emerald eyes glimmered like distant nebulae.

Approaching Antwon normally, they place one can in front of them and smiled softly. “I apologize for that, I was out of line… and you’re right, I don’t have any real answers,” looking up, they smiled a bit more, trying to give off warmer feeling.

“If you feel like hitting me for what I said, then I understand. My advice was crude, and I know when I’m in the wrong, just know that we will have to get along since we will be on the same team.”

Antwon, still hanging upside down like a koala, still peeved, didn't bother to look in Korie's direction; but he did snatch the coffee from her hand. He waited for her... him... he didn't know what to make of the situation, to leave. No, actually. We certainly don't have to get along, Antwon thought, his emotions having gotten the better of him. There was no team, yet, as far as he was concerned. The lot of them would have to at least make it through one battle (an actual battle, mind you, not a simulation) and actually survive to be considered such, as far as Ant was concerned. And even then, they were not a team by choice. In any case, Korie certainly didn't leave a good first impression on Antwon, and it would take more than a lukewarm cup of coffee to convince him that they were of any value in character; most certainly after such a brazen, personal, below-the-belt assault.

Antwon, upside down, noticed Zan in particular, who was off in his own far corner, doing some physical training of sorts. Ant couldn't help but admire someone who was as visibly dedicated, seemingly far more aware of how best to use his time compared with the rest of his peers, who were either skulking about just like Ant, or playing games. Zan's behavior made a particular impression on him. From Ant's ledge, he started doing some curls of his own, attempting to emulate Zan's training regimen.

Her smile faded as the boy seemed to stare past her, his eyes clouding.

"..ah." Utano was genuinely flustered when tears started streaming down his face. What was happening? Of all the people, this delinquent fellow was the one to start crying. Did her name had some sort of traumatic meaning in his past?

One of the other girls came up to and started speaking."May I have a second with you? We've got a bad case of scenery panic... and you seem the type to be acknowledged with it. We'll be in the girls bath. Sorry for the disturbance." And just like that, she ran off.

"Scenery... panic?" She had no idea what that was, nor was she really equipped to deal with anything regarding panic. In fact, she herself was close to simple ordinary panicking. This boy looked utterly utterly lost all of a sudden and she doesn't know how to deal with this. All of a sudden, Ian started moving, looking to be just as surprised as she was to see tears on his face.

"I'm sorry, it's just . . . my sister is, or was, a really big fan of yours. She played Kibou to Negai so many times I could probably recite it you by heart. I'm sorry, but I think I'll . . . I'll just leave you to your business."

"Eh?...ah wa.."

And just like that, he left as well, leaving her alone looking rather bewildered. It was hardly surprising her stage persona was gone by then; she never had to deal with this sort of situation before after all. By now she's go straight back to her dressing room, and sit wide eyed at in front of her mirror and try to process everything, but she doesn't have a dressing room, and they are having a scenery panic in the toilet now, leaving her little choice but to stay where she was.

"Kibou to negai..."

With a thoughtful look upon her face, Utano reached up to her headphones, pressing the large button on the side. A small holographic menu appeared in front of her, listing all of her current released and a few unreleased songs. As she picked a song from the list, the holograms disappeared, as her suit started shimmering. It wasn't set to stage mode however, so it just played the music just loud enough to be heard if people stood near her. Kibou to Negai, like its name, was about her hopes and wishes, where in the song, she started off low, but kept on reaching for her goal when encouraged and ultimately reaching her dreams. It's one of her slower songs she liked because it didn't require a huge amount of energy to perform all the dancing and the moving.


"Why was it, that only you notices me?
Could it be that this is fate?"

She started singing softly to herself. It was oddly calming, perhaps due to its familiar nature in this strange environment.

On Sigma's Que Serah 'Helped' Elora up, guiding her to the girls' bathroom. Once they arrive Serah sees Sigma nowhere, figuring she went off to talk to someone. "Heeeey, where'd she go? Weren't we going to play a game? Awww..." The girl sulked a little, dropping down to sit cross-legged and then stares up at the other person in the room. "Oh uh, Elora, right? Hi! ...I think I've already said my name, Serah, but I'll say it again!" She managed to stumble out, giggling at her own incompetence. "Sorry, Sorry. So, are you feeling a bit better than previous? 'Cause you' don't need to be worried with me around! And uh, those other people too." The blue-haired pilot gets an ear-to-ear grin, just as Sigma walks in. "Oh! Welcome back!" And then she gets up and dusts off her skirt a little.

Elora followed Serah, and once they were in the bathroom she washed her face. She was refreshed by the lukewarm water, and it helped her relax. However, it was more relaxing for her to have a break from the noisy crowd. Elora wasn't that good with noisy crowds, and preferred tinkering with machines, away from judging eyes. Her dream was to grow up to be an engineer, which she hasn't had much of a chance of pursuing, due to everything that's happened in her life. She sighed, and looked at the mirror. Her eyes still had a bit of a red tint to them from the crying, but she knew it wouldn't last long. She was experienced with crying.

She wiped her face with a paper towel, and looked over at Serah. She was really glad there was someone here who could smile and be optimistic despite the ridiculous things that have happened recently. But there was something to that personality that she couldn't help but smile along, letting her also have a bit of joy in her heart.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better now, thank you. I promise I won't, Serah." She then turned around to look at Sigma. "So, uhh...How did it go?"

Sigma shook her head slightly. "It was no good. Ian apparently beat me to it, and asked her a song. The girl wasn't really receptive to cues." The stoic soldier clenched her fist somewhat, looking at the two younger pilots. Three people, huh. I need to work with that. Would they really be up to the task? She decided not to give much more thought anymore, before leaning against one of the stalls, with her usual arm folding pose. At that moment, the stall's door seemed to open and Sigma tripped, falling on her butt, letting quite an unbecoming yelp. Coughing, she recovered, and she decided to lean on something else other than a stall door.

"Well...this means more cake for you, I guess?" Sigma said, trying to keep composed after her sudden attack of clumsiness. "Now here's the thing, my Comet is actually a long range attack mecha. It can move fast out of other's ranges, but it can't attack fast. I'll need someone who... tells me where should I shoot." The long haired girl pointed to Elora. "So you'll be my eyes, with that scanning ability of yours, how does that sound?" She paused. "Nevertheless, you Serah, you're going to be Elora's sister in battle. Think of her as your princess and you the heroic knight. You have to help her fend off the meanies while she scans them."

She then paused. "As for me, I'll be shooting whoever you tell me and where. But ... I'll be ready to dive in and help off fend them in a pinch, so don't worry." She then allowed her usual scowl to drop into a more neutral stance.

"The plan is to take the big ones, and the ones with self repair first. Then we pick out Ian. And then the rest. It's not foolproof but..."

The pilot added."...better than going on lone wolves, we should lean on eachother." She then put her hand forward, in order for the other to join her.

"Let's do this... my cake sisters." She finally added.

Sigma looked dissapointed, making Serah's smile drop a little. But then Sigma fell through the stall door which instantly made her burst out with laughter, sayong "Sorry!" in between breaths. After composing herself a bit, she listened to Sigma's speech. When it's over she felt the need to apologize again, so "Uhm... again, Ehe, sorry about laughing, ahaha, right there..." she sheepishly stumbled out. So her plan was to form a team in the mock battle and support eachother, Huh? "I'm in! This sounds like fun! It's also a lot better than just roaming around on my own.. I man, We're going to be a team so why not act like a team right?" Serah gave the older girl a quick hug and started jumping in joy. "Yay for cake sisters~!"

Elora cringed a bit at Sigma's tumbling, knowing all too well how embarrassing it is. The way Sigma immediately recovered from it did impress her a little bit, but she was expecting that from someone she was starting to consider a leader of sorts, especially with how she laid out her plan.
After Sigma told of her plan, Elora turned really excited at the prospect of synergy between Rilus' Combat Analyzer technology with other pilots, especially someone who relies on targeting. If there was one thing she was good at, it was using computers, and it was the reason she was picked to pilot a Framewerk that relied on technical skill so much.

"Ooh! If you let me adjust your system's optical matrix so that it is linked to my system's scanning interface, I can directly transmit higher-level auto-targeting data straight to Comet's weapons, adjusting for trajectory and movement discrepancies. Then Comet should directly correct itself to any chosen enemy unit in line of sight Rilus confirms through a CA command I can quickly program into an executable once we get into our Frames." She paused for a moment once she saw how the others were looking at her.

She also put her hand forward. "Umm...if you want to, that is. But I'm in, for the glory of cake, hehe."

Sigma flinched, obviously unused to the thought of being huge. For her, people this close meant it was some kind of martial arts grapple, so she struggled hard not to jump at Serah with a counterattack. Her lips became somewhat quivering, and a rather noticeable blush and confused expression appeared in her face. "uh, Serah,I appreciate...your enthusiasm,but lemmegoplease." She said weakly, before managing to escape the pin of the excitable younger pilot.

She then stared at Elora. "That is why I singled you out of all pilots there. You've got raw potential for a lot of things, Elora. Others have noticed as well, but it was a shallow compliment at best. I truly want to test this joint effort as soon as possible." Sigma said, disclosing the truth behind her approach to Elora, even if slightly adorned. "Here are my synch codes." She added, while typing something on her personal communicator, and forwarding it to Elora.

"One last thing. The keyword will be Strawberry. At that moment we'll change to a different, private channel and begin the plan." She paused."Let's put this into motion, aye?" She added, as she begun to walk outside the bath again in the main room.

Serah giggled at Sigma's struggling to break free, just clutching on tighter and tighter. Eventually the older girl managed to break herself free due to how much more strength she has. Then their attention focused on the other girl again, flattering them. Serah looked into all mechas as well... Elora's would've been not very good solo, but what Sigma is saying's true. The mech had amazing strategic potential compared to something like Atty, who was a speed brawler or Anubis, also a speed brawler. Oi, did she just exchange number? Eh... Suppose it's not important for Serah to be communicate, she'll just act like a guard. "Yeah! Let's show everyone how it's done!" Serah then made her way out before Sigma, going over tobug other people now.

Elora was really glad that she got the synch codes for Sigma's Framewerk, since she could then access Comet's systems without entering the Frame itself and manually program the link. This way she can do it remotely, without attracting attention from the other pilots. She thanked Sigma, and went back to waiting for the mock battle to start. Her mind constantly jumped to other ideas on how she could use the CA system, one example involving her completely possessing a weapon's control by AI and simply have it target enemies based on the data she would transmit to the weapon system. With her experience in accuracy rates, it would be something in the 90%-95% rates, with a rate of hitting a weak point going about 70% or so. Of course, she wouldn't dare ask Sigma to try that out, since she seemed to be the type who would rather aim themselves than rely on software to do that.

Previously she was worried, since she thought she would have to fend off everyone else alone, but now she was a bit more confident as part of the Strawberry team. Still, it was the three of them against seven other pilots. If they were fortunate, maybe some of the pilots would first focus on each other, lessening the opposition a bit. However, she was really happy to utilize Rilus in new and innovative ways, and then incorporate some of the more successful ideas into later missions where they would all stand together against a common enemy.

“Attention all Cadets,” echoed Lorenzo’s voice throughout the speakers from all over the base, “Your mock battle will be happening in approximately ten minutes! Hurry on over to the hangar and do suit up. Don’t worry about being indecent either, the only ones that’ll be looking is your Framewerk, so go ahead and get ready and move them to nearby ruins where you will be participating in the mock battle. Oh, and do put on a good show… we will be watching your performance with the utmost of interest!”

With a little disturbing laugh, you can’t help but wonder if the man was watching you all while you were off to your own devices… even those who were in the bathroom. Seems not even privacy is a thing on this base. Nonetheless, the mock battle is about to start so it’s time to get ready and set any plans in motion.

Korie for the most part simply groaned upon exiting the bathroom and made their way to the hangar. “Why does it feel like I was being peeped upon in the bathroom?” they groaned upon looking and staring at the cameras posted at every corner. Shrugging off the feeling, the moved towards their Aester and hopped towards a private dressing room where they began to get suited up.

"Also!" Lorenzo's voice came back up on the intercom suddenly across the base. "This is a free-for-all bout, where the last man or woman standing will earn a special prize I have whipped up. So teamwork is pointless in this, fight each other till I say stop. That is all!" It was clear that last remark was directed at Team Shortcake.