Melon Balls

Chapter Six: Tracking Down Trouble

The cawing of the crows fit perfectly into the decaying forest, along with the fungus accumulating on fallen trees. Everyone practiced operating their new weapons and powers by waving and swinging their hands while walking to a point that would give them space to set up their tents when they found it necessary to.

"This spot appears to be adequate." Taylor said as she set her bag down in the dirt and fallen leaves.

Victoria set her bag down, and agreed, "Yeah, it looks like it. This is going to be so fun, the five of us just on an adventure, saving the world and having fun! It almost sounds like something someone would write a book about!"

An area in which less trees were present, having a negligible creek accommodating diminutive fish, would suffice for the girls to camp out. The cases encircling the tents were tossed on the ground, and Victoria snapped several gangling branches off of the slender trees to commence a fire during the evening. A lump of wood was established in the center of where the two tents were planned to be assembled. Taylor assisted Rachael with their tent, and while it was standing, Rachael improvised for the forgotten stakes that usually get inserted into the ground by summoning her war-hammer to ram elongated rocks she crafted into the shaded, slightly damp soil.

"There!" Rachael stepped back to admire her work and smirked.

While climbing into her tent, Taylor called across to the other tent, "Do you require assistance?"

Politely refusing her offer, Victoria bonded with Nikki whilst constructing the tent. Taylor reached in her bag after adjuring Arbydrus to de-stress on her sleeping bag and pulled out crochet dolls vaguely resembling her friends. Rachael glanced back and forth between the dolls and her friends to see if she was seeing clearly.

"What are those?" Rachael interrogated.

"Oh, these are just my dolls of you guys. When any of you are absent, I play with them. So does Arbydrus when I myself am absent. He doesn't play with his doll, though. Actually, he doesn't really play with them, he just rubs up against them."

Rachael grabbed the doll echoing her and examined it; she noticed a hole in the back of hers, and spotted holes in the crotches of the other dolls.

Rachael sighed, "Would you care to explain?"

"It's common sense, dear."

Rachael flung her arms in the air, "Really?! Even the one of your mom has holes! And so does your own doll!"

Followed by a period of silence and recollection, Taylor gasped, "My mother is at home, and so is my laptop. She's going to prospect all of my embarrassing searches on the internet... Then she will perceive me as weird... Well, she'll have to overcome my password. Let's hope she doesn't. Actually, if she does, we could have some interesting times back home...~"

Back at home, Cassandra found herself to be bored, so she loitered around her home, trying to entertain herself; her eyes were seized by Taylor's laptop.

"I know she watches porn, but I'm curious to see what she's into. I'm not doing anything wrong, I'm her mother, I should peek at her privacy occasionally, right?" Cassandra contemplated in her head.

She flipped the lid of the computer, and was faced with the obstacle of entering a password to gain access to one of Taylor's enjoyable pastimes. She tapped her fingers on the keys, entering lewd passwords. Her eyes lit up when she coincidentally guessed the password, "Arbydrus2148." Cassandra was dazed at the fact that Taylor had not cleared her search history or made it unviewable. Cassandra read the results out loud, and discussed with herself the questionable ones.