when he sees that everybody has left. He sighs to himself. "Why am I always late to this kind of thing? It's not like I've spent to much time running around some of those Naruto badfics where Kakashi is 3 days late to everything..." Shrugging his shoulders, he collects what is left of the chocolate and walks out.

The party was grand, and all had fun, but now it is clear that the festival has ended. The lights have dimmed, the snack bar is empty, and only a few boarders remain, passed out in various compromising positions. The jukebox is stuck playing a slow, instrumental song for the rest of the night.
Suddenly, a lone boarder bursts in through the door in a disheveled suit and a party hat.
"I'm here!" He announces to the sleeping boarders, "Where's the chocolate?"
Scanning the room, the boarder realizes a horrifying truth about the party, and about himself. He was tardy.
"But, but I brought bunny ears." He sniffles, holding up a headband with crudely made paper ears stapled to it.
Then, a light catches his eye. Tiptoeing over to the snack table, the late boarder finds a wilver egg nestled into a cooler. Inside are a half dozen bleeprin jellybeans.
"Well, good to see I didn't miss everything. Just most things." The boarder says, chuckling to himself.
He sets his homemade bunny ears on the table and strolls out into the rest of the board, egg in hand.

    A tall skinny fellow with purple eyes and crazy white hair stumbled into the vaguely described portion of the Board that was to serve as a ballroom. He wished for the fifty-third time in the last two minutes that he hadn’t looked at the giant invitation nailed to the Board as he tripped over his feet and landed with a smack on the floor.<br><br>   The accursed invitation had been written in urple ink of all things, and it had burned itself into his eyeballs. Still the words floated, transfixed in front of his vision wherever he looked:<br><br><br>…No Sues or Cute Animal Friends permitted,<br>Always expect the Spanish Inquisition!<br><br>…A spork of your choice,<br>Some sort of Easter item…<br>Chocolate will be served.<br><br>…Oh yeah. Beware the Llamas.<br><br><br>   Those words had plagued him for the last week- it had completely ruined reading for him.<br><br>    And now he was headed to this ball that had plagued his thoughts (and his poor eyeballs) for the past seven days, to see if, at last, the words would fade.<br><br> Agent Legacy (because that’s who he was) looked up from the floor in time to see an angry man in red vestments bustle past, muttering about… fluffy pillows.<br><br>    Legacy got to his feet and dusted off his white suit, looking about the room. There was a slow trickle of people entering the room, and already a small crowd had gathered at some sort of dance floor. A row of tables to the left of the dance floor bore a small army of snacks, almost all of them chocolate. Generic music played in the background. <br><br>  “…Quaint.” He said. <br><br>  “Brwaamph.” Said something behind Legacy. He whirled to see…<br><br>  …A llama.<br><br> (Dramatic music! Boy, do I LOVE this!)<br>

A mature woman, with short, spiky white hair and black clothes peeked into the room. The celebration was wild, but nothing dangerous... yet.

"Okay, Justine, as I said earlier the coast is clear."

Of course, in accordance with the laws of narrative comedy, she was immediately trampled to death by the llama.

After she got better, she continued: "That was just me. Don't judge the party."

A younger blonde woman (Justine) with a ponytail wearing tight pink-and-white track clothing and running shoes cautiously creeped to the doorway. She gave her partner a worried look and nervously clasped her wizard hat necklace.

"Are you sure, Amanda?"

Amanda, the older woman, laughed, grabbed her partner's wrist, and spun her onto the dance floor.

...and a boy of 14 in a large green hooded coat and with no shoes staggered in, followed by some smoke. He looked at the scene and grinned.

"Sorry i'm late. Getting back to the past is quite difficult when you're being shot at."

An explosion is heard outside. He grimaces.

"Not my smoothest landing I can tell you that. OOH, BUNNIES! AND CHOCOLATE"

Iximaz glanced about the now-crowded ballroom, looking for someone she recognized. A familiar Boarder's voice caught her attention and she turned, looking for its owner.

"Hey! Hedgehog!" she called, hurrying over as fast as she could without bumping into any partygoers.

99Hedgehog gave her an odd look. "It's 99, mostly."

"Well, I like hedgehogs. They're so prickly and cute, and they're really friendly when you get to know them." Iximaz reached into a plothole and produced a mandola and a microphone. "So, do you want to sing, or do you want to play?"

"Say what?"

Iximaz sighed. "After I found out you're a Ranger's Apprentice fan, I've been hoping to run into you so we could perform Cabin in the Trees or maybe Sunshine Lady-"

99Hedgrhog's eyes widened. "Nope! Nope, nope, nope, no thank you. I don't sing and I certainly don't play the mandola."

"Me neither." Iximaz grinned. "Should be interesting." She held up the mandola and the mic. "Choose yer weepons."

hoping that she'd gotten the room right. One never knew in HQ. But, nope, there was a jukebox, and a table covered with edible lovelies, and someone throwing rabbits? Strange.

She scuttled over to the table, ignoring everyone else, and grabbed a handful of chocolate.

Seyche peeked into the party room. It was still pretty quiet, so hey hadn't arrived to late, like she feared. She still made sure to enter the room quietly, so not to make a fuss.

At least that was the plan, until her partner tackled her to the ground.

"What?" she began, before Murder raised a finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet. He then pointed at a small furry animal that occupied the room.

"Ohnopleasethat'sjustabunny, SOMEBODY STOP HIM HE'S CRAZY!"

Agent-to-be Chris entered the room with a confused expression and a bag of jellybeans. "We can try to understand/The New York Times' effect on a man," the Bee Gees crooned from the jukebox. "Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, you're staying alive, staying alive. Feel the city breaking and everybody shaking and we're staying alive, staying alive..."

It was a nice catchy song, but Chris wasn't much of a disco person. He walked over to it and nearly tripped over a three-foot-tall spider. "Ow! What the..."

On closer inspection, the spider bore a name tag reading "Jorden." "Be careful!" it hissed. "Nassty place for Mini-Aragog, yes precious. Clumssy folk all over. No fishes, no eggses."

"Uh...sorry about that. My name's Chris. Could you move out of the way, please?" Chris asked politely. "I'd like to change the music."

Jorden blinked all eight red eyes, then scuttled off to converse with some kind of fire demon. Chris chuckled over the strangeness of HQ, then finally made his way to the jukebox. Wow, I've never heard of half these bands, he thought as he flipped through the selection. One song by a group called "Soft Cell" caught his eye. He pressed play, filling the room with the iconic funky bassline of "Tainted Love."

And that was how a girl in a blue denim jacket and ratty jeans found him; standing in the corner with his Meganium, awkwardly grooving to "Tainted Love".

"Happy Easter!" she smiled. Chris looked up, surprised to see another person. "You're new, aren't you? My name's Rina Dives. I just joined last month. Ooo, jellybeans! Can I have some for my friend Randa?"

"OK," Chris said. He handed the bag over to her and she stuffed it in her jacket. "I'm Chris, by the way. Let's sit down so we can talk better."

Then someone yelled "BUNNY FIGHT!" and he got hit in the arm with something fluffy. Meganium picked the fluffy thing up with its head and brought it around to Chris. It turned out to be a cute brown rabbit with a sign around its neck: "Free to a good home."

"Awww, what a cutie-pie," Rina cooed. "Your Meganium looks super healthy! Is he your starter? How long have you had him?"

"Yeah, we've been a team for about nine years," Chris replied. "He's almost like my best friend."

He presses a button on the remote and a plothole appears. He reaches into the plothole to pull out more bunnies. "Bunny Fight!" he exclaims as he starts throw the bunnies at people with intent on giving them diabetes. (Better duck and cover if you're allergic to adorableness.)

...and a message is played;

"Hey Kitty, it's 99. Might be a bit late for the ball here, got to get back to the 21st Century from the 41st Millenium. Sorry about that. Gotta go, this Kestrel-class cruiser won't hold together forever under Lance-fire."

The message goes to static and the music resumes.