The Inexplicable Exploits of the Dork Corps

Part XII - Damn... Its Like Lion King Here

He went back to checking over his outfit. Carter was in similar colors as Fire, but with a pride shirt instead of the color coordinated outfit. His skinny jeans tapered off into brown boots with stilts attached to the soles. He'd dyed his hair a few days ago, and the blue purple pink ombre looked great, special thanks to Fire for that. He spent at least an hour carefully completing triple colored eyeshadow, mascara, and winged eyeliner that could stab you straight through. Shat and Kat were sharing a stack of pancakes together, and Shat rolled their eyes and clucked their tongue, wiping a drop of syrup off of Kat's sunshine yellow blouse. In addition to the blouse, Kat had on a simply cut bright blue skirt and a floppy pink crocheted hat, proudly displaying the pansexual flag colors. She had leg warmers striped the same colors and bracelets stretching up to her elbows in the same three colors. And a final touch, which were pink, yellow, and blue ribbons french braided in her hair, courtesy of Carter.

"Yeah," Shat perked up and said, "Why hasn't she come down yet?" Shat itched at the paint on their arms, and Kat slapped the scratching fingers and pulled Shat's hands away from their arms,

"Shat stop! I just finished the gender queer paint on your arms, otherwise you only have the ribbons Fire put in your braid."

"Not fair, I have my they/them T-shirt on, that counts."

"I guess..." Kat grumbled and snapped a bite of pancake of Shat's fork. Suddenly a whooping yell and a sliding sound echoed through the base, then a yelp and a smack. The group turned to the staircase to see a crumpled figure beneath a large flag striped with purple, grey, white, grey, and purple.

"Thats the last time I go for a dramatic entrance. I think I broke my face."

"Nemesis?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you wearing?"

"Greysexual flag colors. can't you read my shirt?"

"Not really, you're on the floor" Fire added on to Carter.

"No I'm not," she said hopping up. Now her light grey fabric was readable saying, 'Black, White and Grey all over', with the word Grey in sparkly purple letters. The grey skinny jeans were separated from her shirt by a wide white belt with a purple stone in the center. She had purple knee socks pulled over her jeans and a heavy pair of Doc Martins tied tight to her feet. There was a striped wash of colors across the bridge of her nose. Her curly brown hair was tied back with a violet bandana, and she'd had the common sense to strap her favorite knife, a bowie, to her thigh with duct tape.

"Wh-what Nems?"

"Oh my God," she chuckled, "Did you guys actually think I was the token straight friend? Seriously?"

"I mean... I guess but-" Nemesis broke out in raucous laughter and slapped her leg trying to regain composure.

"Really? I thought the flag on my wall and the 'Aces up our sleeves' pin I wear to school might have clued you in a bit..."

"We just assumed-"

"Just like?" she started clapping rhythmically, "Two, four, six, eight, why do people think I'm straight?" She laughed, "I forgive you. Come on. Lets get downtown for the start of the rally."

      "Toldja' Carts," Fire whispered next him then running up next to Nemesis laughing at his confused face.

The group of brightly dressed nerds left the kitchen and entered the foggy morning air, Nemesis walked them down the block and down a set of stairs to the station.