alone a numeric one?”
She stuck her tongue out at me.
Harris mic’d in over the speakers. “Hey, Kota, come on and suit up with us. We’re just getting ready to power up to fight against the Battle Kroc. Cheyenne keeps coding the sequence to turn us into Battle Kroc snack packs. It’s been hell trying to figure out how to beat this monster.”
“I would love to guys, but we have to get ready for tonight. I was serious about her taking off the rest of the day.”
“Ah, c’mon, what’s more important than us?” Harris whined.
Dakota chimed off her list. “All three of us have mani-pedis at one. Then we’re off to the salon to transform my hair into The Mistress of The Night and get some cool highlights in Miss Thang’s hair.”
“Oh cool – Sheridan’s gonna be there too?” An afternoon with my sisters would be nice at the salon.
Dakota nodded as she looked through the bags and took out her new pair of silver platform heels.
“Well, guys, she’s right. It’ll be great to have some girlie time. Not that you guys understand that kind of thing. Plus, I need to prepare the research for one of my scare zones in the next evolution of the game. It’s based on people’s phobias. I have most of the game design elements completed, but one of them is giving me trouble, so I need more tests to see how people will react to certain stimuli.”
“What types of phobias are you considering?” Roxas asked. “I can help you do that.We can see how the 3d holographic rendering suits interact for scare sequences.”
“Thanks, Rox. That would be great. So far, I’ve cataloged the typical fears most people have: ghosts, spiders, rabid dogs, snakes, antique dolls, graveyards, and creepy carnies. Ya know, the usual. I’ve also been toying with clowns, monsters, vampires, werewolves, ghouls, witches, and even cannibals.”
Briggs piped in, “What about dragons?”
“What about them?” I shrugged. “I don’t think people are afraid of mythical creatures anymore. That’s like asking if we are including unicorns or leprechauns.”
“Don’t be fooled by the leprechauns, Chey Chey,” he snorted. “Those afflicted with Leporiphobia cringe on every St. Patrick’s Day. Those Leprechauns will get you every time.”
I laughed into the headset. “Gah, Briggs, that totally creeps me out when you say it like that. Okay, you’ve convinced me. I will reconsider my thinking on mythical creatures.”
“Woot – glad you’re including werewolves,” Harris barked out loud. “Those things creep me out. What about things like being buried alive, drowning, or being kidnapped?”
“Knock on wood.” Dakota rapped three times on the wooden joists holding up the granite counter top. “I pray nothing like that ever happens to me or any of us. That shite would totally freak my shit.”
“Maybe I should give you back your vampire repellent you gave me this morning, Dakota.”
“Oh no, missy – that’s for you. Did you guys know that Caz here has four different kinds of spray on her key chain? It’s hilarious when we go out, she starts to look under the car at about twenty feet to see if there is anyone hidden under it to slash at her ankles.”
Harris joined in the roast. “Oh yeah, there was this one time …”
“Harris, don’t. Don’t tell that story.”
“But I have to, Caz.”
I moaned in defeat.
“Anyway, we were at a bar down in Bradenton, somewhere, a real dive. Anyway – she comes screaming out of the bathroom cause there was a huge-assed spider under the toilet seat. She sprayed it with one of her pepper sprays from her keychain and the damn thing practically attacked her. She really pissed it off good.”
“Well, it was better than it biting my ass.”
Laughter spewed over the headsets from everyone, including myself.
Harris said, “I never laughed so hard as to see her running out of the bathroom screaming because of a spider.”
“I thought the damn thing was gonna fly or