Quirk wandered around the abandoned warehouse, thoroughly bored. Liam had called a Phil conference, but he wasn’t there yet.
“Would you stop that?” asked Percival. They had been waiting for hours and tempers were wearing thin.
“Stop what?” asked Quirk.
“Walking around without purpose. It’s… well, it’s without purpose.”
“I know that!” snapped Quirk. “What else should I do? Try and kill you?”
“Well, you could try, but it’s more likely that you’d end up dead.”
“In theory, we’re immortal,” said Quirk.
“Want to test it?”
“Shut up, you guys,” said Steve. Even he was too bored to pick fights.
“You shut up,” said Feiron.
“Would you all just shut up?” asked Isaac.
“You can,” suggested Sebase.
“So can you,” said Phume.
“Actually, it’s become physically impossible for me to do anything of the kind. You see–”
“But I don’t see!” complained Isaac.
“So shut up! People who can’t see shouldn’t be seen,” said Feiron. “I mean heard. I mean… Oh, whatever!”
“Would you stop doing that?” yelled Percival at Quirk.
“Well, that’s a relief,” someone muttered, probably the old lady. “If you did, the earth might spin out of control.”
Quirk, liking the idea of causing the end of the world, stopped.
“Whoever said that,” said Percival, “thank you.”
Feeling that perhaps the world could go on spinning for a while longer, Quirk resumed his wandering.
“ARGH!” Gologer and Percival yelled in unison.
“Would you keep it quiet?” asked the old lady. “I’m trying to read Obert Skye here.”
“Trying…” said Sebase.
“…And failing,” finished Feiron. They shared a high-five, Feiron’s arm flying off.
“Put it back on! Put it back on!” yelled the fairy, trying to run toward it and getting nowhere.
Quirk picked it up and tossed it back onto the table. Feiron grabbed it and stuck it back on. “That feels better,” he sighed.
“Where is Liam?” asked Phoenix, tracing a circle in fire on the table. “Today was the day he wanted, right?”
Percival took out his smartphone and checked the calendar. “Yup.” He put it away.
“Did he say anything else about it?” asked Sam. “Like what to do if he was late?”
Percival took his smartphone out again. “Nope.” He put it away again.
“You’re sure?” asked Steve.
Silence fell heavily over the room, screaming loudly. Suddenly Percival reached in his pocket again for the phone. “Text from Liam. He says he’ll be there soon. The meeting is to be conducted by…” He grimaced. “Quirk.”
“What?” Quirk asked. He hadn’t been listening.
“Liam says for you to start the meeting,” said the old lady, putting a bookmark in her book. There was a bet running between Sebase and Phume on what she would use as a bookmark. Money changed hands as they saw a rubber octopus wedged between the pages.
Sebase, having lost the bet and more bored than ever, put his face in his hands. “Hurry it up, will you?” he moaned.
“Okay,” said Quirk, still wandering. “The meeting today will be on why wandering around a warehouse is good for the soul, as well as the many merits of buttons.”
Everyone groaned, Gologer’s groan shaking the building.
“Hey everyone. How’s the meeting going?” asked Liam, just coming in the door. “I’ve got to rush off again in a minute, so let’s make this quick. Have you started yet?”
“Not yet, but we’d gladly make it short,” said Percival.
“Okay, meeting adjourned,” said Liam, looking at the time. “See you next time. I hope this meeting was productive.”
Everyone filed out slowly. Liam pulled Quirk aside and whispered, “Wasn’t that a great joke? I was sitting outside this whole time!”
Sebase turned out the lights as Quirk threw a punch at Liam.
“So that’s what happens when you leave 11 Phils alone for a few hours,” said Liam, holding his nose.