Thunder was sitting in his office, poring over the plans for CVC and GW2. He was already thinking about GW3 when the noise from outside interrupted his thoughts. Listening to the complaints of his Thunder brothers with half an ear, he sighed in agreement. It was true, the new girl was exhausting! Hyperactive! Assaultive! She had presented him with an extensive project plan on the very first day, and now she was apparently carrying on in the kitchen. The cries for the rules, the textbook and the various minimum standards could not be ignored!

  Perhaps it had been a mistake to recruit her after all? - Unfortunately, such things often only became apparent in retrospect. But at least it had one advantage: she absorbed Marzzzz! Or rather, the two absorbed each other very well. And since Thunder was a big fan of his people keeping each other busy - it gave him the space he needed to tackle his strategic planning in peace - he decided to just let things go.

  After all, Marzzzz had already taken two plates to the head in the first half hour. He definitely deserved that. And thanks to Boboo's plan to simply sit the two of them next to each other, there would be plenty more plates to come. Very good!

  Thunder stuffed two scoops of candle wax into his ears so as not to be disturbed any further and went back to his planning for the coming time.

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  Lipsyte had a comrade push him into the hall so that he could see the arrival of all the newcomers who had been announced for today. A whole train of new brothers and sisters from the 641 and 648 had just marched in. Among them, a large Asian man caught the eye, who tried to remain modestly in the background, but had no chance due to his size.

  "Hey!" shouted Lipsyte delightedly, "here comes the Korean Kodaxx! Let's welcome the new brother!"

  Wemoosun squirmed as if in pain. "Oh please, no special rights or special favors for me. I'm just an ordinary player. Others are better than me."

  Lenebell in the background whistled appreciatively through her teeth. "What a pleasant guy. Friendly and modest. Some others could take an example from him."

  "Lippy, let me push you into the kitchen!" one of the Thunder brothers shouted in between, "a special friend of yours has moved in!"

  Boboo giggled: "But watch your head! She throws plates!"

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  Meanwhile, Black and Scappy had arrived in the kitchen. Black had stormed into the kitchen like a whirlwind, snatched Evelyne up and danced around the room with her. "Yay, I'm so excited for GW, I can't tell you! I'm going to burn and zero everyone!" she sang out loud.

  "We're here to help!" added Scappy cheerfully from the background, "And Black asked me to be her wife. Actually, I'm already married - but never mind!" She laughed merrily.

  "I'm so glad you're here!" exclaimed Lady Evelyne, "This place is a disaster. The kitchen is a disaster. The supply situation is a disaster. No one has looked after anything here for weeks. I have to see what I can conjure up from the few supplies as quickly as possible." She rummaged around in the pantry. "Aren't there carrots for the donkey around here somewhere? That would be a possibility..."

  "You're gay!" roared the donkey from the stable, "Keep your hands off my carrots!"

  "Shut up out there!" the lady yelled back, "You're getting new carrots, okay? Besides, you once said I was the only one in the entire bracket who was straight besides you!"

  "That was once! If you take my carrots, you're gay!"

  Lady Evelyne snorted contemptuously. She put a large bag of carrots on the table. "Ninety percent of the flour can be replaced by carrots. We're baking carrot cake, it's quickest now. Could you grate them, please? Thank you both!"

  She stepped to the door to the entrance hall and called outside: "Kodaxx! Will you please hand over two of your 16 kitchen aprons?"

  "Hey!" protested the original Kodaxx, "And what about my crew ATC boost?"

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  "Brother," said the Korean Kodaxx gently, "You don't need Crew ATC Boost right now. Not until Sunday. Give the sister the kitchen aprons!"

  "A really pleasant and polite person," Lenebell registered to herself in the background, "an absolute asset compared to some others..."

  Grumbling, the original Kodaxx removed two of his 16 kitchen aprons and passed them through the door. "I want these back!"

  Lady Evelyne rolled her eyes and growled: "He still believes the rumor about the extra boost for kitchen aprons and high heels."

  "And she believed the one about the spa hotel!" the Thunder brothers in the entrance hall jeered, giggling, "that shows how stupid she is!"

  "I heard that!" roared it from the kitchen.

  "So what? We don't care about that! You won't get anything from our brain cell!"

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  In the kitchen, Lady Evelyne sighed deeply. "Color sauna! Relaxing baths! Foot massages! All just made up! Instead, a bunch of hungry guys who only share one brain cell!"

  "Oh, I've been there," Black said sympathetically, "those recruiters will tell you anything you want to hear. Until they have you. And then it's over. Believe me, I've been playing this game for three years, the things I've experienced!"

  The kitchen door opened and Ivy stuck her head in. "Yoo-hoo!" she called out cheerfully, 'I hear there's a girls' party in here?"

  "Something like that," laughed Scappy, "The boys avoid the kitchen like the devil avoids holy water! Are you there to help too?"

  Lady Evelyne giggled: "Nah, Ivy's too emancipated and dominant. This is not for her. But you can have a piece of cake right away, my dear!"

  "Oh yes!" Ivy was delighted, "and don't worry - I'll make myself useful in other ways, I promise! By the way, I would have liked the spa hotel too!"

  "I was sooo stupid!" complained Lady Evelyne, "I should have been able to see from the outside that RxW is not a spa hotel."

  "Oh, you can't always see everything from the outside... don't worry..."

  "But there's something wonderful about the idea!"

  "Yes, really!"

  Lady Evelyne giggled: "Of course, we could all attack in bathrobes and towelling slippers on Sunday. And we'd put green cucumber masks on our faces. That would be quite a scary sight, don't you think?"

  "Cool idea!" exclaimed Black, "I really must suggest that in the leadership! And then we'll rename the town the 'Spa Hotel' before we hit the 641. That'll be the attack of the spa hotel! Those idiots there, who I can no longer stand, will drop dead of fright!"

  "Did you hear about the dance at 641's city hall? Thunder, Kodaxx and Marzzzz are DJs," Scappy reported excitedly, "But how do we do the styling? I kind of want to look like Prom Night and not show up in a combat gear..."

  "Right," Black said regretfully, "I've got a great off-the-shoulder evening dress, that would be just the thing! But how do I do it, do I wear it over the combat gear? Or underneath?"

  "I could put your hair up, that would look great with an off-the-shoulder dress," Lady Evelyne considered, "but if you have to fight first, it will all fall apart and you'll definitely look like shit. I have experience with this, I often couldn't even apply lipstick. There are tons of embarrassing photos of me running across the battlefield on the internet and I look terrible in every single one." She took a cake bowl out of the cupboard and started mixing icing.

  "Yeah, we'd need someone for makeup and hair. We could take the evening dresses and change there after the fight, but make up and hair..." said Ivy, pondering.

  "I've got it!" Lady Evelyne suddenly shouted and clapped her hands, "Lil Arrow has migrated to 641! He must have taken his R4 hairdresser with him! He didn't make a move on the 655 without him! He can do our hair before the prom!"

  "That's a great idea!" cheered Ivy, "And if he refuses, we'll capture his UB."

  "Right," purred Black, "We'll grab Lil Arrow's UBs and the one of his R4 hairdresser, and then he'll have to do our hair. And if he doesn't do it well and we look like shit afterwards, we'll just execute them both. Well ladies, what do you say? Perfect plan for CVC on Sunday and for the dance at 641 City Hall?"

  "Absolutely perfect!" exclaimed Lady Evelyne, hugging Black enthusiastically, "And I promise you, my dear: you will dance on the corpses of your enemies at the 641 City Hall on Sunday."

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  Out in the hall, meanwhile, the group of Thunder brothers had moved on to all sorts of male jokes, which, as we all know, could easily be managed with one brain cell.

  "It's Women's Day today, guys! And what does that tell us? Women should be chained to the stove!" roared one, "And the chain should only be just long enough for them to make it to bed!"

  In the kitchen, Lady Evelyne put down the bowl of icing with a clink and made her way towards the door.

  But Ivy was quicker. She gently pushed the lady aside. "Now I'm going to make myself useful," she said firmly, "I'm going to punch these guys in the face." With a casual movement, she uncurled the whip woven from poison ivy tendrils from her belt and was out of the door. Lady Evelyne briskly closed the door behind Ivy and began clattering a stack of plates wildly on the table.

  "Don't we have city NAP?" asked Black worriedly, "And aren't those guys out there even with us in the faction and part of the family?"

  "That's exactly why," Lady Evelnye confirmed cheerfully, "The door is closed, so we didn't see anything. It was loud in the kitchen, so we didn't hear anything. Or do you see something or hear something?"

  Black pulled the cutlery drawer out of the table with a jerk and started shaking the whole box wildly, causing all the cutlery to rattle violently. "No, I can't see or hear anything!"

  "Perfect idea!" roared Scappy, who had grabbed two saucepans and was banging them against each other, "I can't see or hear anything either! If the boss comes later and scolds us and asks what was going on, we all saw nothing and heard nothing!"

  "Why are you making such a bloody noise?" shouted Ivy, who had just returned, in the open doorway.

  "We see nothing and hear nothing. And please don't tell us anything either," replied Lady Evelyne relaxed and put the bowl of cake to one side. She did the same with the cutlery tray and the saucepans.

  "Woven from poison ivy tendrils, eh?" asked Blacky, giggling with a sideways glance at Ivy, who was neatly rolling up her whip again.

  "Yeah, there's extra crew ATC," Ivy explained, managing to remain completely serious.

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  Lipsyte had let one of the boys push him to the kitchen and had no idea what was waiting for him.

  "You here!" he asked in amazement when he saw the lady at the stove, "Who the hell let you in here?"

  Turning back to the hall, he shouted, "I want to complain! This is unbelievable!"

  "The complaints office is closed," replied the lady, checking how far the carrot cake had baked. "But I can offer you a piece of cake to make up for it."

  "But I don't want to make up with you! I want to burn you!" screamed Lipsyte, "Look at what you've done to me! My arms broken, my legs broken, my nose broken, and I'm still in a wheelchair!"

  "Careful, brother, careful. There are still a few body parts that I could break."

  "Oh yes, which ones? There's nothing left!" hissed Lipsyte.

  Lady Evelyne turned to him kindly. "Have you ever had a penile fracture?" she asked sweetly.

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  To be continued...