Title: WAR: Cousins: That's a Wrap! (1/1)
               (Or: The Collective Cerberus Brain Drain)
Author: Shelley
Faction: Cousins
Date: Monday, November 22, 2004
Time: 3:00pm
Place: CERK
After: Cousins: Finding Cerberus in all the Wrong Places (1/1)
Disclaimers: All participants used with permission.


The halls of CERK (and lobby, kitchen, war room....) were quiet once
more.  Most of the Cousins had gone home, although some stragglers
still remained; Becky, for example, remained in Toronto under orders
of bed-rest, (trying to delay the arrival of the new Cousin-ett for
just a bit longer).

War 12 had been fought and was winding to a close.  Attacks had been
plotted, perpetrated, and cleaned up after.  No rock had been left
unturned.  Colds had been endured.  Giggles had been feverishly
avoided.  Insanity had been banished.  He-who-must-not-be-named had
not been named ... not recently, anyway.

Tok, Tser, Arletta, and Shelley were all in Tok's office trying to
conclude any business that needed ... well, concluding.  Shelley was
holding her head in an attempt to stop her head from pounding.  In
retrospect, half a bottle of KnightQuil cough syrup combined with
a large dose of asthma medication seemed like a *bad* choice to make.

"I *can't* believe you did that, Fang," Tser said, eyes gleaming.

"I don't remember...."

"How could you forget?  You MOONED every faction!"

Shelley whimpered.  She did remember only too well, but she wouldn't
be admitting *that* anytime soon.

"Okay, how about we discuss business, Tser?" Tok tried.

"But she mooned...."

"Tser!"

"Oh, all right.  But that was ... SO out of character.  I think
I really did it; I think I *really* drove her insane!"

Tok groaned at the return to the insanity story line.  Would she never
be free of it?  She jotted down Tser's name as another likely candidate
for that self-help group on people addicted to FK war insanity plot
lines.  She suspected it would be a popular group.

"So, what's left?" Arletta said, consulting her notes.

"The Elk Cousin-in-Training Parker kept?" Tok asked.

"She left it to me to take care of.  Hey, what's one more animal to
add, right?  I hope she comes and visits him sometime though; he
seems to like her," Tser answered.

"Okay, so that's taken care of.  Oh, and I think we can lose the
'Cousin-in-Training' bit.  She's a war veteran now, after all,"
Arletta said with a smile.

"The Purple Thong of Punishment[tm]?" Tser asked.

"Over and discarded.  Bob was *very* happy," Tok reported.

"The boxes?"

"All gone.  Either returned for credit, store credit, or sold.  A few
were put into storage in case we ever need them, and a few," Arletta
looked right at Shelley, "cannot be found."  She handed over Bonnie's
memo to Tok.

Shelley, thinking about the UF, Cousins, and anonymous gift baskets to
the three others in the room, studied her shoes intently.

"Okay, next item?"

"Cousin Mary (the DP)'s cell phone?"

"Returned!  I still can't believe she *did* that!" Tser said, pointing
at the whimpering Shelley and laughing.  "I have *got* to get the
security camera tapes for that area!"

"Now, now, leave poor Fang alone.  She was ... just trying to ... I mean
... well...."  Suddenly, both Arletta and Tok broke out into laughter as
well.

Shelley looked miserable.  "No more KnightQuil for me; next time I'll
eat the soup and subject you to my giggle fit," she mumbled, only half
under her breath.

When the merriment had died down, Tok composed herself and asked,
"Next item?"

"Fill the janitor position?"

"Made Bonnie do it," Tser snickered.  "I'll drive her insane yet.
'Born to the position' my...."

"Tser!  It's a PG13 war!"

"Oh, right.  So, how did Fang get away with showing her...."

"The underwear, remember?"

"Yeah, who could forget?!?!"

Shelley sighed deeply and asked, "When is *she* going home?" pointing
to the hysterical Tser.

"Not before I get a copy of those tapes!" Tser replied happily.

"Do we have any other unfinished business that *doesn't* involve
Fang's undergarments and her cough-syrup induced idea to show all
of the FK war fandom?"

"Um ... no."

"Okay then, have good trips home.  See you all next war," Tok told
them.  "Thanks for all the help."

As Arletta, Tser, and Shelley got up to leave, Tok said, "Hang on, Fang,
where are you going?  I think I'm going to need some help with my
accounting chores around here."

"A-a-accounting?  But, I can't *stand* accounting.  Or math.  Or...."
The wail that came next both threatened the Cousinly Critters' eardrums
and told Tok all she needed to know.

"That's okay, we can spend hours and hours going over the basic principles
and specific details.  I'm sure Bonnie can order us some text books on
the subject as well.  Oh yes, I think we can keep you out of trouble
until the next war."

Shelley passed out cold.

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