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This is a short story. You might think it seems somewhat like a ski lodge, but it will only have one installment. It is being posted on CaC so more people might join who would probably not otherwise. Another thing to note: it is going to be a little creepy... 

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On the sixth of April, in the twelvemonth known as two-thousand-seventeen, you are engaging yourself in a fine work of literature when a missive on fine letter-paper flutters out of the pages.

"What could this be?" you ask youself, and begin to read:

My Dear Sir/Madam, 

You are cordially invited to a masquerade ball at eight-o-clock in the second half of the day on Friday, April the Seventh, Two-Thousand-Seventeen. Please RSVP with your name and what mask you intend to wear. Companions are welcome.

Sincerely,

Miss Cordelia Winslow 

 

 

submitted by Usher
(April 6, 2017 - 10:02 am)

back to the Chirp at Cricket

here is a drawing I did of my mask.

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submitted by Nebula , age 1 Million , The Milky Way
(April 8, 2017 - 2:45 pm)

I'll come wearing a beautiful gold ballgown, with a mask that mimics the feathering and general look of a barn owl.  

submitted by Embers in the Ashes
(April 9, 2017 - 6:57 am)

I'm coming! The whole crew, too. This sounds awesome.

...Not again...

*...Not again!!!*

Um, I haven't been in a ski lodge for a long time. Very long time.

Eep. *Buries face in book*

*Nooo! Gett meee away from here!*

Okay, okay. Settle down.

Name: Leafpool

Mask: I will be wearing a light green mask with dark green feathers on the top and medium green diamonds on it in a vertical stripe pattern.

Name: Arwen

Mask: I'm wearing a pink, kind of rounded mask with purple lace on the edges and around the eyeholes. That's all. It's kind of simple.

*Name: Rosalyn

Mask: My mask is a bright metallic aqua, with tiny teal gemstones scattered over it. A small light blue feather is at each end. It's shaped like a heart in the middle and then it smooths out into points at the end, where the feathers are.*

Name: Jarnen

Mask: I'll be wearing a black mask with orange zigzags all over it, no feathers, no sequins.... and a little crest on the top that looks like the Assassin's Creed symbol. Heh.

Name: Serene

Mask: My mask is pale blue silk, with decorative blue strings hanging off the bottom and over my face.

Name: Hazel

Mask: Myyy mask hass jagg-eedd edge-esss andd ltle brwn flow-erss alll over ittt. Thee back-grnd isss redd.

 

I guess that's it! Ready, everyone?

NO.

(General chaos) 

 

submitted by Leafpool
(April 9, 2017 - 1:02 pm)

A modified version of my gown, uncolored. Note: the wings are purely part of the costume. The CB me looks human.

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submitted by Embers in the Ashes
(April 9, 2017 - 2:29 pm)
submitted by When do we start?
(April 11, 2017 - 1:29 am)
submitted by Top!
(April 12, 2017 - 4:51 pm)
submitted by Top Top!
(April 13, 2017 - 8:00 pm)
submitted by Top Top Top!
(April 14, 2017 - 1:27 pm)
submitted by Let's do this thing!
(April 14, 2017 - 8:15 pm)
I’m sorry this is so late!!! 
Act I: Contento
The lights were golden, their rays pouring out of the many-paned windows and illuminating parts of a garden full of red roses. Inside the mansion, the violins started up their tuning, and heaps of fruits and chocolates were placed on trays of crystal and silver with mechanical precision. It was time for the ball to begin.
And the guests arrived. The writers, the artists, the dreamers. Mice pulled up in a beautiful purple coach pulled by four majestic black horses, while Icy’s sparkling sleigh seemed to be pulled by nothing at all.
“What a perfect evening,” said Noon, stepping out of her own chariot made entirely out of ocean water.
“Everything here is perfect,” stated Brooklyn, who frowned slightly.
But soon she and everyone else was delighted by beautiful sight: flying books! Volumes and volumes all flapping their pages delicately. Cinderella and Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings and Humpty Dumpty swept around the CBers, gesturing with their covers for them to be followed.   
“Amazing,” Booksy murmured. Wordsy privately wondered if it would possible to attach ropes to a bunch of the books and ride them like a bunch of balloons.
“Welcome to the ball,” said a disembodied voice, coming from the general direction of a huge encyclopedia of birds which was swooping near Embers. “My name is ___, and I shall be your hostess this evening. Please follow my servants to the ballroom.”
The CBers grinned and giggled, or, in Serene’s case, tried to figure out how many of the books around them she had read and how many she might like to take a peek at over the course of the evening.
They eagerly followed the books down a broad path lined with huge fernlike plants. Lanterns hung off metal hooks, illuminating the perfect lawn and impressive brick house.
“I’m so excited!” Destiny said, smoothing back the beautiful soft feathers on her midnight blue mask.
“Make sure you all have you masks on!” said voice coming from a pocket dictionary.
“Where’s my mask?” Anne Peggy asked, quite ruffled. She had been holding it only seconds before.
“Just looking.” Key tossed Anne Peggy her mask, hiding a smile behind her own.
Silver and Quirker glanced at each other and rolled their eyes.
When the group reached the heavy oak doors, they swung open by themselves. Elementgirl fell back a little and saw nothing that could have pulled them open. She figured they were motorized in some clever way, or magicked like the books, and hurried to catch up with the others.
The CBers collectively gasped as they entered the ballroom. It was immense, and everything inside seemed to glitter. Giant crystal chandeliers hung dozens of feet above them.
Nebula saw a collection of instruments at one end of the room, and wondered what they were for, as there were no musicians to be seen. 
“Enjoy yourselves,” said the bird book. Suddenly, the instruments started to play a sweeping piece of classical music. 
Naax grabbed Noon’s hands, and went onto the dance floor. Soon others followed their lead, twirling and laughing and admiring the masks of one another. The books flew, dancing overhead.
The next two hours passed in dancing, exploring the wondrous gardens and library, playing with the flying books, and teasing Booksy to no end when she wouldn’t eat the chocolate.
But the whole time, Brown Bear couldn’t help wondering why they were the only people in the mansion...
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I’ll post Act II as soon as I can. 
submitted by Usher
(April 15, 2017 - 7:52 am)

I love it! Great job, Usher!

submitted by Leafpool
(April 15, 2017 - 11:48 am)

A superb short-story so far! Bravo!

submitted by Embers in the Ashes
(April 15, 2017 - 12:38 pm)

Loving it so far!

"while Icy’s sparkling sleigh seemed to be pulled by nothing at all."

THESTRALS CONFIRMED.

:D loving it! 

submitted by Icy ❄, age 12, The Forest
(April 15, 2017 - 8:32 pm)

I know I'm late, but can I join?? It sounds amazing so far!

If so: mask - pale green with a sorta fire design on top, and some black cloud swils on the side/bottom 

submitted by Dandelion
(April 16, 2017 - 1:22 pm)

I know I'm late, but can I join?? It sounds amazing so far!

If so: mask - pale green with a sorta fire design on top, and some black cloud swils on the side/bottom 

submitted by Dandelion
(April 16, 2017 - 1:22 pm)
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