That sounds great! I think it should be an RP. We could be workers at the museum or kids going to a secret school on a secret fieldtrip to a secret museum or whatnot.

GOOP!!!

I don't care about this.

WHAT? But doesn' the idea of a secret museum seem fascinating to you??????

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm in.  An RP would be cool!

So. I made a comment last night... and it never existed. Maybe I didn't hit submit.

BUT IT SOUNDS AWESOME!!!

The Dodo... yes it reminds me of the candleman.  What doesn't?

I am in for this collaboration! 

I'm in!

I'm in!

Okay, so it's an RP! Here are the rules.

Your character has to be telling the same story... or a subplot that is involved with the story somehow... from his or her POV. It can be a character who I make up in the part I'm about to write in addition to the character I make up to write from his POV, or you can introduce a whole new character altogether.

I think that's about it!

My character:

Name: Herbert Elsewoode (His friends just call him Herb)

Age: 14 1/2

Favorite thing to do: Read

Home: A small two story house in the middle of a forest called Erneste Woodes

And now for the story!

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I snapped awake. My mom was yelling upstairs for me to come down to breakfast. I hurriedly showered and dressed, then came downstairs. My little sister, Ethel, and my mom and dad were now crowded around the table. I sat down and began eating. Almost immediately I wished I had stayed in bed. My dad was the real master chef in the family, but my mom was a horrible cook working with what we usually ate. We rarely went to the supermarket, usually just hunting and shooting whatever was in the woods.

This was fine by my dad, who had grown up living in this cabin in the Erneste Woodes and had plenty of experience shooting wild animals, checking them for contaminants (such as lead bullets or litter left lying around by hikers which they had eaten, the litter, not the hikers), and somehow making it taste seriously scrumptious. But my mom was a city girl. She had been all her life, and had had absolutely no experience holding a gun until my dad showed her how. And when he was showing her how, she shot herself in the foot a lot, which resulted in the need for hefty bills and long explanations at the emergency room. Now she was fairly skilled, but could never match up to my father.

As for the cooking, she had never even cooked living in the city, except for all those packaged micromaveable Insta-Meals and all the other junk. No way could she ever cook a duck.

Which happened to be what was sitting on the table now. A duck. I had killed it yesterday with Ethel and my dad out in the forest. Mom had had no clue how to cook it. And now my dad was trying to chew the duck's charred beak.

"I know, it's horrible," she said. "I'm so sorry, kids. Listen, just take this money and go buy some snacks on the way to school. We'll try to make up for breakfast when you get back, okay?"

We took the money, thanked her, and left.

Although we lived in the country, me and Ethel went to school in the city. It was a big city. New York City, to be exact.

It was a small private school. It was a very nice place, and the teachers were okay, but I the other students weren't very nice. My dad had wanted to homeschool us, but my mom said we should be getting exposure to the world. But I think she really just wanted us to go to the same school she had been to as a teen.

Outside the school, there was a sign perched on a box with a slot in it. The sign read, "Put your name in the box and win a job at ????!" Right next to the box was a table with a stack of form slips.

Apparently the place where I would get a job if I entered and won was supposed to be a mystery. I wanted to enter badly.

First I considered I didn't know what it was, where it was, or what I would be doing there... or how much it paid. Then I put those thoughts aside in favor of curiousity. I liked mysteries. And I needed money!

So I filled out one of the slips and dropped it in the box. "Herbert?" said Ethel. "You don't know what that's for!"

Typical. My adopted sister was too careful all the time. (Yeah, Ethel is my adopted sister. She's British. My mom and dad are my real birth mom and dad, but Ethel was adopted by our family on a vacation to England. We found her at a Brit foster home when she was 6, and now she's 13 and an incredible pain when she's in my business or telling me what to do. The rest of the time she's actually pretty nice.)

"It's fine, Ethel!" I told her. "I need some money! And this looks awfully interesting!"

Ethel huffed and walked away.

I smiled and walked through the door of the Eva Print Private School for Teenagers.

The Next Day...

I was startled the next morning by a knock on the door, real early in the morning. I went to answer it. 

The person who had knocked was a guy of about 16 in a suit. He looked excited. "Hi, Mister!" he said, talking very fast. "You've been selected from the Mystery Job Box and we'd like to take you to your job, get you oriented, you know the drill. Howdyoodo!"

He smiled weirdly at me.

"Why at this hour?" I asked, half-talking, half-yawning. "It's 3 AM..."

"Come on!" he said. The late hour did not seem to be making him sleepy. On the contrary, he was being seriously energetic and bouncy. "This way, please. To the helicopter!"

I got up in the heliopter and sat down. There seemed to be no one next to me at first, but then I heard a voice. "Hello, Mr. Elsewoode," it said. I jumped, startled, and hit my head on the roof of the helicopter.

Then I looked around and gaped. The reason I had not seen the speaker before was because he was short. Real short. He was also wearing a suit.

"I am the head curator of the Secret Museum of Supposedly Extinct Animals." he told me.

As if that wasn't enough to add to my surprise and confision, the guy - or corpse - or something - was a living chicken dinner.

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Yes, it's the same from the HypQuests. What do you guys think of making the chicken dinner the Cricket Chatterbox mascot? Admin, how does that idea sound to you?

Now someone can continue telling the story - or another story that will eventually merge into this one - from another character's point of view. 

Goop goop goop... No one will ever care about this again...

I'm in!

Okay fine, I will be involved.