Ah, yes, also, Icy, you guessed correctly. It just occurred to me that the last post where I confirmed you suspicions did not show up. Now sure why. 

Now, I have two matters to bring up. One, I think that since Fun burned down, I may rebuild it into a giant gumball machine, with a huge round tower filled with circular rooms on top of a large, transparent, tower with a swirly elevator. You'd walk into the elevator through a large door, twist the handle, and go spiraling up..... 

On the other hand, if the current residents of fun would like my team of workers to rebuild the bouncy house, than you can say so. It's up to you!

Also, I think since this Saturday is going to be Labor Day weekend, and everyone will be on vacation (including myself) I think I may have to move the ball up a week. Hope that's ok! 

Luna says "bzba" BUZZ BATON???? RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY! *flys away*  

Oops! Posted that twice! Oh well. 

Since Queenie's crush Jarnen is not here, and she is a very romantic person, I'm going to make her have a crush on Frosty (to make her and P.I. hate each other even more!) and a slight one on Burt (because she's just VERY romantic). Okay? And can someone else have a crush on her, too? Because right now she doesn't really have anyone to go to the ball with. 

~Queenie 

I look out the window to see... the Fun building burning up?! The fire isn't as good as I could have made it... but ANNA IS IN THERE! Those stupid creatures! I take a pillow and fling it out the window. 

"Lavender!" 

She hustles into the room right away, "Yes, Your Highness?"  

"The FUN BUILDING IS BURNING UP!"

She nods, "Oh, no!"

I take a deep breath, "AND ANNA IS IN THERE!!!!!"

"Anna... who?" She looks at me blankly.

I take one of my hand mirrors and fling it at her. It hits her in the chest, "Oomph!"

"ANNA! My CBer's other Æ! You SHOULD know her!"  

"Oh, yes, yes yes! Yes, of course."

"So go put out the fire!"

"But... it already is taken care of!"

I look out the window again, and see ice creep across the building. Her name was... Chilly? Freezing? Coldness? Somethin like that. And her brother... ugh, all those cold names! Her brother was a nice guy. But that Icicle person liked him! And he liked her back! What a waste. Such a person, going to... her.

And that ice, it just reminds me of the dreadful Princess Icicle... I would have to deal with her. I would have war between out queendoms! And everyone would have to choose sides! A wonderful idea, but I would definetely win. Definetely. I mean, I would have Anna and Alexandra, and Anna would get Bolton, and Bolton would get all his Æ siblings, all three of them, and they would get their crushes, who would get their siblings... I would have everyone! I laugh, standing up and walking toward the Fun building. After all, I still needed to check on Anna, even though we were only distantly related, not siblings. She was probably the nicest AE here. Or anywhere, for that matter. 

I draw eyes to me as I walk toward the building. I smile. Of course people would be looking at me! I'm a queen! I see Anna, and stop. Oh. I hadn't expected it to be this bad.

"Anna!" But she is unconcious, and Alexandra is carrying her toward the Fantasy building, toward me. Behind her, Daisy is carrying her crush, Bolton, also unconcious. I walk quickly toward them.

"Where are you taking them?"

"The hospital part of the Fantasy building," Daisy replies. I didn't even know there was a hospital part! Oh, whatever. I enter the fantasy building with them, and take the elevator to the 9th floor. I take the chance to examine Anna and Bolton. Bolton is a more burnt than Anna, that's obvious, but they're both very burnt. Plus, Anna's more delicate than Bolton. Anna has a big burn on her arm that's turning black, and another, smaller, one on her left cheek. Her whole face, actually both their faces, are red and there are minor burns everywhere on them. 

I sigh. That's what they get, going into that Fun building! But I would make whoever did that pay! I feel some fire rise to my fingertips, and it's all I can do to not burn down the Fantasy building, too! At least it's not made out of easiliy burned material!

~~~

Thank you whoever made the Fun building burn down. It makes it so much more interesting for my Æs! And now it has to be rebuilt. I'm suggesting non-burnable material, as the Æs in that building are kind of crazy and might do it again. Okay, Anna's turn!

~Anna

Green. Emerald. I open my eyes a crack and that's all I can see. The ceiling, why is it green? My ceiling was made of rose quartz. Queenie's... I think diamond. So where am I?

I open my eyes all the way and try to get up, but pain shoots through me and I have to lay back down. What's happening? The last thing I remember was fire. That fire... suffocating me... and... Bolton! Is he alright? I turn my head, and see him on the bed next to me. Oh, Bolton! He's so burnt... a wave of sympathy rolls over me and tears rise into my eyes. Why would anyone burn down a building when they knew people were inside! I knew that the Fun building people were mostly a bit crazy and daring... but burning down a building!

Someone sees me and hustles over, "Miss Anna! You're awake! I'm your nurse, Emeralda." She has pointed ears and green-tinged skin. Is she an elf? I think she is. She has a white dress on and looks nice. 

I open my mouth to talk, but all that comes out of my parched lips is a feeble cough.

"Oh, silly me!" She exclaims, "I'll get some water immediately!"

She hustles away, and I can't help wondering if all the staff in the Fantasy building have colors or a variation of a color as a name. I wonder how long I've been asleep. My left cheek is throbing, and so is my arm, which is bandaged. I try to move it, and pain shoots up it, so I leave it alone. 

Emeralda comes back with a glass of water, and helps me sit up. I gulp the water down, thankful, "Thank you," I whisper, because a whisper is all I can manage right now, "Where's everyone else?" 

"You mean Alexandra, Her Highness and Daisy? They're waiting in the waiting room. Well, Her Highnes waiting in her room, throwing things around and making quite a lot of noise! And Lavender is quite scared to go in because when she tried, she got her nose singed," Emeralda smiles kindly, the turns to Bolton.

"Is he... alright?"

"Yes, yes. Just as alright as you are. Just burned more severly. He'll wake up later," and she goes out of the room to take care of other patients. 

I sit there, looking at Bolton, when his eyelids flutter, "Anna," he mutters. I lean toward him. He's waking up. 

All right. Now that the fire is over, I think it's time to rebuild the Fun house. *claps hands* *twenty seconds pass, while cartoonish dust fills the air* *dust clears*. Done! Enjoy. 

Also, is anyone actually going to be on vacation on Labor Day Weekend? Becuase I think I may just resume my current plans, unless your Æs need more time to ask people to the ball. I think I definitely need input on this matter, if that's ok. I just want this ball to gett going at some point in the near future. ;)

@Shadowcat, can Fire ask Queenie to the ball? Then come up with some reasonable and maybe a little sad reason why he burned down the Fun building to get Queenie to stop being mad at him? And then Queenie would start likeing him a bit? 

Keep writing. I'll be posting soon!

Echosong~

I open my eyes, and find myself on a hospital bed. Sitting up, I see some sort of medical robot at the other end of the room, attending to some monitors. It turns around, and I see that it's wearing a white nurse's cap, and a white nurse dress. It bustles (as much as a robot can bustle, that is) over to me, and says, in a cool female voice, "I see you're up. Good. You can leave whenever you wish to your rooms." I blink in confusion. "What happened?" The robot makes an odd whirring sound, and says "You fainted. Diagnoses: fear, smoke, excitement. I saw the whole thing with my own cameras. That young man carried you right to the infirmery which, fortunately for you, is on the ground level." I grin. "That was very kind of him." The robot nods. "For sure." 

I walk to my room, feeling light and completely free of the terror that consumed me earlier. I glance at the statue by the girl's staircase, and fully apprieciate it for the first time. Its twisted metal confers a sense of calm, as if the smooth curves of the iron are reflecting the artist's peace of mind.

After I reach my room, I take a long look at the new fun building. The giant gumball machine has a giant sign that says "Completely fire-proof, flood-proof, storm-proof, dinosaur-proof, and pie-proof." I grin and wonder what the inside contains. 

I walk into the recording studio, wanting to relieve my nerves. The room is sleek and modern, with microphones and head sets, and instruments lining the walls. I jump up and down in pure delight, then walk over to the electric keyboard that is set up in the corner. I stand in front of it, and say "Begin recording." To my satisfaction, a computerized voice says "Recording". I lay my fingers on the keys, and let them wander to the familiar chords of a song from my woods that I would often sing when I was alone. It has no words, yet I let my voice wander high and clear over the melody, letting the beautiful and haunting tune carry me back home. Then, after a while, I end the recording, take the wafer thin drive loaded with my music, and walk outside to watch the sunset. As I sit on a bench, watching the sun dip below the Fantasy castle, I feel an imense sense of tiredness come over me. I stand up, stretch, and go back to my hotel room. It is only as I am drifting off to sleep that I realize that I have left the drive with my music on the bench outside. Oh well. To late to do anything about it now. 

Please post! We don't have time to...

Chilly says pdog.

Dog? What the--PUPPY! 

Daisy lent me Beth for the week, so I'll post with her. Now, where's Beth? *checks thread* Did Beth even post anything? I don't know... I'll just make her be going to visit Bolton and Anna. 

~Beth

The Fun building burned down. Burned. Down. Oh... I squeeze my eyes shut to block out the flames. It burned down. It burned down. I shiver, thinking of Bolton. Bolton! Was he alright? I open my eyes again and see Bolton and Anna being carried toward the Fantasy building where I was by their CBers.

Were they alright? Were they... no, I couldn't think it... were they... dead? 

I hurried down to the front desk, feeling like the elevator was taking entirerly too long. When I finally got to the front desk, I was so nervous and scared that I felt like a wreck. What had happened to them? I took a deep, shaky breath and approached the front desk, where a woman with cat ears and a tail looked at me with cat-shaped amber eyes, "Hello. What do you need?"

I took a deep breath, but my voice still came out shakily, "I- I'm looking for- B-Bolton and Anna!" I gasped, terrified for the answer.

The cat-lady smiled at me, "Oh, they're both in the hospital wing right now. You can go up and see them if you like?"

I nodded, limp with relief, as I headed toward the elevators.

Time to see Bolton and Anna again. I thought as the doors shut and the elevator began spiraling up.  

~~~

Rilla says vhne. Like, vine? Do you want a vine, Rilla? 

Nice post with Beth, Alexandra! Sorry, for both you and Shadowmoon (wait, you're named Autumn Leaves, now, right?). I feel so bad for not posting on here! *goes off in corner. Face is bright red from embarrassment. Tries not to cry* I hope I can make it up to you guys. 

Bolton~

There is a fuzzy light above me. I try to move, my arms and legs responding with agonizing slowness and feeling very strange indeed. They feel heavy and leaden. Like dead weights. Am I dead? I blink once. And then twice. A blurry blob is slightly visible. Wait; it comes into focus a little more... A little more...

"Anna!" I almost shout. It gives me a jolt. "Where am I? What happened? Wait; the fun house... The fire... Daisy... You... I remember that- oh my gosh, are you okay? Tell me you're okay!!" 

Anna looks very relieved above me. "Oh, you're okay." She says, letting out a big sigh of relief. She quickly adds, "Yes, I'm fine. I should be out of the hospital soon, like you."

"Good." I lean back on my pillows, taking deep breaths. I ache all over, and my burns are throbbing. A fairy with skin, hair, wings, and clothes so red it hurts looking at her bustles over to us. "Hi, I'm Crimson. Glad to see you're awake, young man. This lady has been very anxious about you." 

Anna blushes, and I look at her admiringly. "You DO like me, then!" I crow.

"Well, uh, I do. I- I mean, um, yes, bolt. Why uh, shouldn't I? Well, uh, I um, um, yeah. Uh, Crimson, do you want me to go get some lunch for us?" Anna speaks with an adorable embarrassed way. She is beet red, and I have to bite my lip to keep a straight face. She loves me. I think. And she's so modest about it. Well, I love her all the more for it. 

Bombett~

As soon as I hear that Beth is going to see Bolton, I go as fast as I can to the hospital. Who knows what Bolton will do or say to her with Anna around. I can't let him hurt her- again. I have to protect her.

Burt~  

After I bring Echosong (poor thing!) to the infirmary, the nurses tell me to leave. Later that day, though, I go back to visit her. They tell me that they released her! Apparently she went off in the direction of the music studio. It's late, very dark, but I go over to it right away. I want to see her again. Once I get there, a quick glance around the room is enough to tell me that she's gone. 

As I make my way slowly back to my room, I pass a bench. I sit down on it, then leap up. "What idiot put a rock on a bench?" I start to growl. 

Then I stop, because there is a hard drive on it. I pick it up. Out of curiosity, I out it in my pocket and go to the music studio again. It is dim, and all the lights are out. I turn the volume wayyyyyyyyy down before I plug in the hard drive and play it. The most beautiful voice sings the most beautiful song I have ever heard. Echosong. I think. 

The name itself is a beautiful sound, the syllables rolling off my tongue smoothly. I listen to the song several times before I pocket it again and go back to my room. I will find her and talk to her about it tomorrow. Maybe she'll let me keep it.

Bright and early the next morning, I head to the music studio. Maybe I will find her here.  

Aw, don't worry, you're fine Daisy! No need to make up anything! It's just hard to keep track of everything, as well as doing school. (I'm literally the worst at that. Ever.) 

Echosong~

I wake up in the morning feeling bright and invigorated. I step out of bed, and get dressed in one of the many outfits hanging in the closet. I let my hair fall over my shoulders, curling slightly, put on a light purple tank top, a grey cardigan, some denim shorts and, though I'm not really sure why, I pull my hair back with a cat ear headband. I grin at my reflection in the mirror, and walk downstairs. 

After grabbing a bite to eat at the café, I decide to investigate the huge recording studio that's supposed to be here. After consulting a holographic map, I walk over to it, and fling open the doors. It is huge, with cubicles of soundproof glass behind rooms with sound boards. The main room is stuffed with instruments, at least five of every imaginable type, and mics, sitting in their foam encased boxes just waiting to be plugged into an amp. I walk with excitement over to a box where extension cords and xlrs sit coiled up and waiting to be used. 

Just then, I notice something that I didn't notice earlier. Burt is in a cubicle, fiddling with a soundboard. I wave, and walk over to him. He hastily unplugs something from the speakers, and I open the door. "Hey Burt! What're you listening to?" Looking slightly abashed, he says "I found a drive on a bench last night that I couldn't help listening to. I hope you don't mind...." I turn bright red. "Oh, that, it was terrible I know, you don't have to-" he stops me mid-sentence. "It was amazing. Would you mind if I kept it?" I freeze. He liked it? Really? I turn a bit redder and say "Sure. Thank you." Then, an idea occurs to me. A crazy idea. "Do-do you like music?" He raises an eyebrow. "Yeah, I do. Why?" I take a deep breath. "Well, I was thinking that.... Maybe..... We could play together sometime? And maybe..." My nerve almost gives out, but I tell myself to be brave, and continue. "And maybe we could go to the ball dressed of rock stars. Sort of..... Kind of......together? Maybe?" 

I can't believe I just did that. Maybe this place is making me.....dare I say it...... Braver?  

I discovered a big secret. But who would believe me?

~Chilly

I quietly go to the Imp houses. If that 'fire' kid was an Imp, he'll be here. I hear yelling, and laughing, and realise I need a disguise. But what do I have!?

I have a dress that I got aproved by a stylist from Fashion earlier today. I know, I know, I'm from Fun, but...Fun doesn't feel safe--OR Fun--anymore. I also got a recording system from a singing area. I might have stolen it.

I hear laughter and then an unusual comment. "Settle down! How are we supposed to make chaos if we don't have SILENT chaos first?!" It's Cohan. I quietly sneak in and press [RECORD]. "Who here knows our mission!?" Cohan yells. The Imps yell stuff and jostle.

"Shut your trap." Cohan says. "Our mission is to destroy all other buildings until only FUN remains!!!" They cheer, and whipped cream and pie goes flying. "Any creative contribution till Doomsday in one week?" Cohan asks. One week! The day of the ball! That might kill the AEs dancing!!

"We should replace all the buildings with forms of fun!" An Imp cheers. "Ay, that'll do it!" A scottish-sounding Imp yells. "Shoot the AEs away out of giant pie blasters!" "Take over the government and make the world into chaos!" "Make an official Masked Piester holiday!" Suddenly a bunch of girl imps faint. Do they like Masked Piester or something? "I like the first idea, and the third." Cohan aproves. My own Imp--the leader of mayhem?! I have to stop this!!

"Stop!" I yell, clutching the recorder. The Imp's heads turn towards me. "It's my AETCHA.." Cohan groans. "Is this really what fun is about?! The buildings are ALREADY all forms of fun!" But nobody listens to me, and I find myself intercepting pies with blasts of ice midair. I grab the recorder, and quick say--"If I go missing, or if something happens, get the other AEs to know!" I yell into it.

imps start running towards me. I do my best sassy hair flip in one's face, then run towards the exit, my feet pounding the cobblestone. Suddenly, I feel a pull, and hear noises so jumbled I can't distinguish them. Most are extremely loud. Some are quiet. Yet I can hear all of them perfectly. It's a true cacaphony.

I remember what Icy taught me about different kinds of magic. This must be Chaos Magic, used by Imps!!!! A stream of whipped cream flies to my right, and all I can see are multicolors and strange shapes on a backdrop of darkness and chaos--and then I exit their house and can see again. There's an AE--Bolton, I think--standing, laughing and talking with a girl AE. Oh wow. I chuck the recording at him, and it hits him on the head, then drops to the ground. He catches it.

The Imps drag me back, back into their lair. "Ever felt TRUE Chaos Magic, as done by an Elder Imp?" Cohan whispers in my ear. "You will soon."