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In the center
In the center of CB Square, two AEs sit side by side on a bench.
One of them is slumped over the railing, supported only by his hand. A gray dog ear sprouts from his head, flopping over his sleeping face. The other is sat bolt-upright on the bench, his polished black shoe tapping on the street as he looks out across CB Square, a slight scowl on his face. He waits a moment as the other AE snores quietly, then bursts out suddenly.
"Look at that!" he snaps, gesturing to the other AEs as they romp around.
"Huh? Whuzzat?" his brother snorts, jerking up with eyes still half-closed in sleep. He turns to the other AE, whose dark violet eyes are slitted in annoyance.
"All those... other AEs!"
His brother smiles in hesitant disbelief, not quite understanding what he's hearing. "...you gotta problem with them?" The purple AE shakes his head as if he's astounded by his brother's idiocy.
"Argh, no, but... I mean, there's just so many of them! With this new influx of CBers--"
"--influx, nice word," the dog-eared AE adds in.
"--I can't keep track of them all! And let's be real, 8, we haven't exactly been the best with meeting every AE that pops into existence. I really do need to know what some of them are up to." The other AE scratches his head, admitting the truth. "So you know what I have decided?"
"What is it, Mew?" 8-Piece asks, rolling his eyes. MewFour paused for a moment, building up the dramatic tension.
"We," he said. "Are holding an AE RP."
"Another?" 8-Piece groans, shifting his position on the bench. "Isn't there, like, one on Inkwell already?"
"Perhaps there's anoher school; I didn't see," MewFour said, waving the comment off. "What I mean," he grinned, turning to face 8-Piece. "Is that we hold an RP of the best kind. The most interesting kind. And we hold it at a manor."
"Eww--"
"That's by the sea."
8-Piece pauses for a moment, thinking. "...I'm listening. What are we doing there, though?"
"Oh, you know, the usual," MewFour says. "Socializing, eating, allowing those other AEs to get up to shenanigans, turning the eye to the haunted and venegful souls that roam the hallway and may cause a plot centerpiece sooner or later--I got a great deal for the mansion, really. And displaying that extraordinary library that came with it!"
"*Showing Quill, *alone," 8-Piece coughs. MewFour glares at him for a second, his cheeks coloring slightly, before moving on. "And guess what? I am the host! I will run it all. Anything the AEs want to do, any questions they have, will all be directed back to me. Telekinesis can come in so handy, don't you know." MewFour snapped his fingers. The next second, two violet-glowing hands appeared, appearing to made out of pure light. "Anytime an AE desires something, they simply need to shake a hand--I can create many, many more--and with my aid, they will fetch it."
"And what do I do?" 8-Piece asked, catching onto the idea.
"You," MewFour said, clearly enjoying the anticipation. "Will cook! You can bake and confectionize, and organized and assort anything you like." 8-Piece's eyes glowed, and he leapt off the bench, hopping from one foot to the other.
"Oh, oh, and here--" One of the hands darted away and returned with a pen and paper, and MewFour hastily scribbled something down on a sheet, then handed it to 8-Piece.
"Name, Age, Appearance, Personality, Crushes or relationships, and CBer," 8-Piece murmured, reading out the sheet. "Sounds good to me! And ah, let's call it... 8-Piece and MewFour's Really Cool Ocean Manor Trip RP!"
MewFour winced slightly. "Or just: AE Masion RP."
"That works too," 8-Piece said, shrugging. "Well, come on! Let's go!" MewFour stared after his brother as he dashed into the CB Square, already attracting a crowd of curious AEs. He sighed, a rare smiling gracing his face, then followed close behind.
submitted by MewFour and 8-Piece
(January 30, 2017 - 8:04 pm)
(January 30, 2017 - 8:04 pm)
Sorry for jumping in, but, you might have heard, JARNEN IS MISSING PEOPLE. M-I-S-S-I-N-G.
And, yes, I totally still don't care about him--if he asks. I'm kinda worried about him.
Anyways, I've heard rumors of carnivorous houses, and my CBer has a box ordering one AE in her house irl. It's a little scary.
PLEASE FIND HIM! I BEG OF YOU!
(March 4, 2017 - 8:59 pm)
From the journal of Sriracha:
I'm on a break from the search right now, so I can think. And write. I should really write more often. ANYWAY. The writing on the wall is terrifying. But we have to keep searching, because otherwise we'll never see Doublock, Quill, Arwen, Very Bad, Jamie, Estella, or Basil again. (if I forgot you please don't be angry.) I guess all we can do is be... careful. THIS IS HOW IT ALWAYS HAPPENS IN BOOKS AHHHH!
ROSARIO: Sriracha has gone into some sort of a decline. (She's female, by the way. Don't worry, it's an easy mistake to make.)
SRIRACHA: It is?
ROSARIO: Yes, anyway. [Opens up a tiny hole in the air, and speaks through it] Testing 123, testing 123.
SRIRACHA: This is Benny on the dispatch!
ROSARIO: Sriracha, stop. Can everyone hear me?
AES: Add lib
ROSARIO: We should think very carefully before we take any more steps. Most of the people have been taken because they were trying to search for others. We need to stop that and reconsider the best way to search.
MEWFOUR: That's what I'm doing, idiot.
ROSARIO: Please refrain from calling me an idiot. I only wanted to call more people's attention to MewFour's way of searching and remind them not to do anything rash on their own.
SRIRACHA: Yeah, if you want to do anything rash, call me first. I'll do it with you. This is called "Encouraging Risk Behaviors."
(March 5, 2017 - 7:24 am)
Rosalyn~
I sniff and take the cookie that Jammira offers me. "Thanks. I'm just really...tired, and upset about Arwen, and...Counter." I sniff again and attempt to wipe my eyes with a nonexistent sleeve. I end up just smearing mascara over my wrist.
Jammira's eyes widen. "So you do like him, don't you." I nod, almost afraid to look up at her. "Y-yes." I say quietly.
She stands up sharply. When she speaks, I can tell she's trying not to let her voice betray her feelings. "Well," she says, sounding a little odd, "I'll walk with you up to your room and you can get some sleep."
I stand up slowly, and she follows me up to my room.
The Gold Room's curtains are drawn, making it dark. To my tired self, it looks very welcoming and comfortable.
"Thank you, Jammira. I hope we can be...friends, even despite the...situation." She nods stiffly and leaves the room. I open the closet and pull out my softest pair of pajamas. I take a wet wipe out of the pocket of my skinny jeans and clean my face and wrist up, then I drop it in the trash and change into my my pajamas. Then I fold down the gold sheets on my bed and sink into the mattress. I haven't slept since we got here, and I fall asleep almost instantly.
~ ~ ~
In my dreams, I'm walking down a hallway with Counter. It's all very hazy, and I feel weightless, like I would float away if I jumped.
Counter turns to me and I realize that he's not Counter, he's Jarnen. "Where's Arwen?" He asks. "We're were supposed to meet her at the ice cream shop in ten minutes." I stare blankly at him. "Arwen? Who's Arwen?"
Then I'm turned around as if by magic, to see Arwen kneeling on the floor behind me. Her face is white, and her clothes are covered in blood. She's staring up at something above her head, her blue eyes wide and frightened.
"No...no, please! No!" She's whispering. I shiver. This dream is getting less hazy by the moment--more realistic.
Then she gasps and clutches her right shoulder, falling to the floor. Her wavy blond hair is spread out beneath her on the floor.
~ ~ ~
I wake up, breathing fast. Was this dream real? I think. No--it can't be, it has to be made up! Arwen's fine, she's FINE!
(March 5, 2017 - 2:35 pm)
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(March 7, 2017 - 6:37 am)
Sorry, I just want to say that I'm trying to post but am not creative right now. :P Sorry! I'm Cockleburr, by the way!
(March 7, 2017 - 9:49 am)
Okay, Cockleburr! Take your time.
(March 8, 2017 - 7:26 pm)
:) Thanks. Actually, I'm super stressed and busy right now (writing SOL, Purim's Sunday and I haven't finished making costumes, homework, gymnastics, counselor application), so maybe someone else should write? Speaking of that, I ought to get to work on those costumes... ugh.
(March 8, 2017 - 10:50 pm)
We need to find Basil! Top!
(March 11, 2017 - 12:24 pm)
The shaking explodes through the room. The rocks from the top crumble on us. Jamie, Basil, and I lose our balance and fall down. I hear screams outside the door, but I'm not sure if it's just my imagination. I wish I could think about what I'm about to do, but there's no time. I pull open the door, and other AE's rush in. The outside cave is shaking more forceful than the inside, but somehow the door is held open. I let myself be pushed out of the way, and curl into a ball on the floor. It's chaos everywhere, and books, maps, and more are flying through the air. I look at Basil and Jamie, who are reading about the caves throughout the chaos. I decide to do the same. I pass books as best I can to the left of me, and I hope other AE's know what to do with them. Soon I've distributed all the books to AE's, and I can only hope we find something.
"LOOK! HERE'S A MAP-," someone screams.
A boulder coincidentally falls out of the roof right into the map, smaking it right out of the AE's hands. It flies through the room, and if the AE is right about the map, then it is the only map I've found all day that could help. AE's rush to get it, but they are falling left and right. Everytime someone almost catches it, they slip or something hits them. It seems like the cave is-is alive, and doesn't want us to get out! I remember Basil saying the cave was the part of the house that was carnivorous. I gulp, and distract myself by thinking of a way to get the map.
"Cover the door," I say to an AE, and he seems to know what I mean. If the door is closed, the paper can't fly out.
"EVERYONE STOP!" someone shouts, and we stop, knowing we should try to catch the map in a different way.
We start planning, but the cave has another idea. The floor we're all standing on cracks in half, and we're all swept to our feet. There's a big crack in the middle, and the map flies through.
Screams are screamed. Some shout: "WE NEED TO GO THROUGH THE HOLE" amd others just scream loudly. No one has any time to think, because all of the cracks are closing and soon the map will be lost. Knowing everyone has to go, many AE's start pulling AE's in the hole with them. I tell myself I'm not going because I'm making sure that every AE goes, that I'm just being safe. But I'm not, I'm scared of going through, going into the unknown.
Suddenly, I feel myself running towards the hole. I don't know if an AE is pushing me, or if I'm pushing myself because everything is so chaotic and I begin to see nothing. It feels weird, but the world seems to be turning black. I feel someone's hand in mind, and I'm going down, down, down......
(March 11, 2017 - 4:09 pm)
Hey, Zeon, Quill, and I have been gone for a while. Can someone give us a rundown on what has happened at the RP since our absence? Thanks!
I am almost positive I could figure that out myse-
No, I agree with Ash. It looks like we missed a TON!
(March 11, 2017 - 7:11 pm)
It's pretty scary! What's been happening...
I'm sure it's not that bad!
You don't know what's been happening! Almost all of the AE's (including me) are locked in this cave and can't get out! The other AE's not in the cave are looking for us! It's terrible in here. So far, we've found out that house was carnivorous and trying to eat us! Please, help us get out of here!
WAIT, ARE YOU SERIOUS? WHAT'S GOING ON THERE?
*No Reply*
(March 12, 2017 - 11:37 am)
Wait, the house is carnivorous?!
BASIL'S ALONE IN A CARNIVOROUS HOUSE?!
EMBERS, GET US OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!
(March 12, 2017 - 4:21 pm)