Theo snatched at her friend's arm just as Lesset threw herself backward in an awkward attempt to recover her footing, and the two of them went down in a heap, Lesset yelling.
The belt immediately slowed to a stop, and the other kids surged forward – then dropped back at the shrill sound of a whistle and shout of, "Safeties!"
"Stay where you are!" The taller of the two officials snapped when Theo tried to get up. "We have to run a scan."
This they speedily did, while Theo wished Lesset would get her bag off of her knee, and tried to figure out how late they were going to be for math.
"All right, you can stand."
Lesset stood first, head hanging. Theo flexed her bruised knee and followed.
"Names?" The shorter Safety asked, mumu pointed at them, the red "record" light showing.
"Theo Waitley," she said resignedly, and heard Lesset whisper her name.
"What happened?" The taller one asked.
Theo took a breath. "Lesset stumbled on the belt. I thought she was going to fall and tried to catch her."
"And instead of catching her, you both fell down, the belt stopped, and you, your Team, and all the rest of the students here are going to be late for class." The taller one shook her head and tapped her mumu. "I see you're flagged as physically challenged, Miss Waitley. Next time, I suggest you pay attention to your own balance and let your friend help herself." She gave Theo a stern look. "Unless you were trying to be disorderly?"
Theo gaped at her. "No!"
"Thumb-prints here," the shorter Safety said, presenting his mumu, screen up. "Three downs for Four Team Three, and notes in your files, Ms. Grinmordi and Ms. Waitley."
The Safeties stepped off the belt. "Everybody face front. Motion beginning on the count of three – One! Two! Three!"
The belt started up, slowly, steadily gaining momentum. Theo faced front, bottom lip firmly caught in her teeth, and pretended that she didn't notice Lesset's downcast look, or Roni's loud whisper to her belt-mate.
"Oh, yeah – Theo Waitley. She's the clumsiest kid in Fourth Form!"
Chapter Five
City of Efraim
Delgado
"They didn't have any Yummifish at the co-op," she told Coyster apologetically. He flicked his ears and looked at her reproachfully from his perch on the edge of the desk.
"I know, I know. I'm a bad provider. But, look. I brought you a ball." She put it on the desk by his toes, and gave it a push. It jingled across the surface, beady red eye-lights flickering enticingly.
Coyster yawned.
Theo shook her head in mingled amusement and irritation. "You're welcome," she said, moving across the room. She shifted the cube to the front wall, one end against a corner of the closet, picked up the lid and went up the hall to the 'fresher.
The shredded paper – unused, as far as she could tell – went into the disposal. The lid went into the sanitizer, just in case. She washed her face while it was being zapped and dragged a comb through her hair, wincing when she pulled knots, and wishing, not for the first time, that she had sleek, well-behaved hair like Lesset's.
The sanitizer pinged and she retrieved the top, wrinkling her nose in protest of the sweet, lingering antiseptic odor.
A rapid series of jingles greeted her as she opened the door to her room, but by the time she stepped inside, Coyster was sitting in the middle of the floor washing his face, his back to the ball.
Theo grinned, but pretended not to notice as she fit the lid onto the cube and crossed the room to her bag.
The Best in Five Worlds Kitty Pan had cost more than she'd expected – "Twenty creds!" she told Coyster as he inserted a supervisory nose into the assembly process. "I hope you're happy."
She pushed him gently out of the way while she finished programming the cycles, but he was inside almost before she'd gotten it into the corner.
While Coyster was inspecting his new facilities, Theo took the self-cleaning bowls out of their sanitary wrappings. She filled one with kibble from the sack she'd picked up – not, as it happened, the same kind that they fed the cats at home, but the only kind the co-op carried.
She stowed the resealed sack in the bottom drawer of the desk and went up the hall again to put water in the second bowl, coming back just as Coyster pushed his head through the crack between the door and the jamb. Theo frowned.
"Thought I'd closed that," she muttered, toeing him out of the way. She made sure the door was latched behind her before putting the water next to the food bowl, and sitting down on the cold, smooth floor.
The bowls were blue. In the co-op, they'd looked bright and cheerful; here, they looked – faded, and more than a little forlorn.
"It wouldn't be so bad," Theo told Coyster, who'd wandered over to sniff at the kibble. "If we could dial up a mosaic. All this white is... boring."
Coyster looked at her over his shoulder – accusingly, she thought.
"I know it's not the best kind, but it's all they had."
He blinked, executed one of his in-place precision turns and put his front feet on her knee, looking questioningly up into her face.
Theo smiled and rubbed his ear, smile wobbling wider as he pushed his head into it.
"If you really want to know," she said, "I had a lousy day. Professor Appletorn had a scope primed for our Team; I made Lesset fall on the belt, the Safeties gave the whole Team three downs and we were late for math, which was two downs more. Not only that," she continued gloomily, bending over so Coyster could butt her head with his. "Marjene wants to have a chat tomorrow after teamplay, and all the rugs in the co-op are made out of plaslin!"
Coyster burbled and tugged on a lock of her unruly hair.
"Thanks," Theo said, using both hands to stroke him down his whole length. Soft fur over wire-strong muscles. Not what you'd expect from a creature whose most strenuous activity was chasing a ball around the room for a couple minutes.
She stroked him again. He purred briefly, then backed gently from between her hands, executed another precision turn and faced the food bowl. He picked a single crunchy up in his mouth and munched it consideringly. Theo waited, wondering if she was going to get the emphatic left-hind-foot-shake that meant, so Father said, "This is not acceptable."
After a pause, Coyster bent his head again and began to eat.
Relieved, Theo rolled to her feet, socks slipping on the floor, requiring a quick twist of her shoulders to stay upright.
"Nidjit anti-social floor!" she muttered. "Whoever thought making everything out of ceramic was a good idea ought to be evaluated!"
She grabbed her bag and hauled it over to the desk, making sure to place her feet firmly. Most of her solo work was done, thanks to a double research period after math. She thought she'd go over the analysis trees for Advertency one more time, though – after today, she didn't want to do anything to call Professor Appletorn's attention to her ever again.
"Though it would be useful," she told Coyster, as she unslung her school book, "to know what made him so mad." Or maybe not, she thought, jacking the 'book into the cable labeled "research." It wasn't as if the class could do anything to prevent whatever it was from happening a –
Coyster, momentarily sated, was sitting with his back half-turned to her, looking high into a corner of the room. Just trying to fool her into thinking there was something there, the way cats did – but no! If he'd been at home, and finished with his after-school snack, that would be when she'd change the airflow to the mobile that by all rights should be hanging in that corner. Too late to bring it, and besides, it didn't look like the mobile's kid-safe auto-attach would work on the slick ceiling anyway. Theo ground her teeth. Why couldn't things have just stayed the way they were? Everything had been fine –