Quin entered the kitchen with a song on her lips. A thin white wire coiled up from her purse around her arm and into her ears where the earbuds were nestled therein. Her arms were full of groceries and her hips wiggled to a beat only she could hear. 

“I stay out too late. Got nothing in my brain! That’s what people say na-na-na na na!” 

She put the groceries on the counter and looked at the full sink of dishes. She raised her eyebrows and crossed to the refrigerator. Opening it she raised her other brow. She’d need to clear out some space. Out-with-the-old-and-in-with-the-new!

She closed the refrigerator and approached the sink. The wiggle and dance-step becoming more vigorous as she extended her arms toward the smelly mass. “And the haters gonna hate-hate-hate-hate-hate-hate-”

Her sleeves rolled themselves up to her shoulders, and the layers of bracelets loosened and slid upwards along her arms until they were well above her elbows, as if by magic. 

She reached for the soap, and squeezing out the blue liquid.

Then the alarm sounded. Sound filled the room. She tore out her earbuds and frowned at the dishes and the groceries on the counter. The smell would only get worse, and the milk might expire while she was gone! Yet, she had to act immediately, for expired milk was nothing to consider against someone’s life!

She abandoned the mess and fled toward her duty.

She had chosen her outfit quickly, not knowing the nature of the emergency an all-purpose-daytime-outfit would hopefully do. The outfit was red, pink, and white. The spider silk cape was pink and fluttered around her ankles, Her umbrella red and strapped to her back. Her other weapons, two fans inside folds of her blouse and a coil of silk rope secured around her waist. Her legs were covered by a pleated skirt that ended just above her knees. Her feet sported pink sandals and beaded anklets. Her face was disguised by a lace mask that clung to her face without any straps that would ruin her look. Her hair tied up in a simple braided coil atop her head. 

“Little Brother!” She was the second to arrive after him. She gave her leader a quick look-over. If Little Brother didn’t know Quin so well, he might think she was checking-him-out. In reality, she was looking over his cloths. Without asking or saying a word Quin reached out and touched his cloak. The thing quivered slightly, and all the lint repelled itself off the fabric with a 'poof', and all the wrinkles ironed themselves out with a 'snap'. 

“What’s the emergency?”