Ok, now that everyone has met and tested the tech Elliot Corp. wants you to, someone can describe the dinner. Anyone? Remember, you are being hosted by a MEGARICH CORPORATION. Lots of money...

New installation. You guys can write how your characters feel, even some of the things they do, like meals.

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During breakfast, the girls looked as a new figure entered the room. He was about 4'5", wore a trench coat and black suit, and looked about 14, with darting black eyes and messy dark brown hair.

"Hello," he said, "I am Gared. I am the owner/CEO, I get confused, of Elliot Holding Corp., and I would like to how it has been so far. I am so sorry about the location. It was cheap, and had lots of land. And before you ask,  I am not dating any of you yet. Yet." 

He crashed into a chair, and began to eat a giant stack of what looked like crepes. After a minute, he pulled out a laptop, and began typing. "Sorry 'bout the entrance," he said.  "I am the CEO of Elliot Corp."

Someone, maybe a few people exchanged nervous glances. The thought was clearly: "Who let this hyper kid run a company?"

Gared ignored the glances, and began typing even faster. "Ah!" He sprung up, and the chair tipped back, and then fell down with a firm crash. "You guys should try the archery range. And I see you"--he pointed at Bookeria--"have the Stafff WIth Lots Of Power. Got the controls working? OK, meet you in the Archery Range. 12:00? Lunch there?" He scrambled out, leaving an awkward silence.

New installation!

The archery range was large, with a group of dummies at one end.  In a side room, weapons were displayed by yet more dummies. The girls walked in, with Gared trailing behind. He said "Well, welcome! You guys have, what's the saying, ah! Free rage. The point is that you try out the hi-tech weapons, and tell me what you think. One rule: no killing anyone. Other than that, have fun. The girls proceeded to look around, when September found a wall covered in metal bracelets. 

"Ah! Don't touch!" Gared corrected "They are Superpower bracelets. Take one. There are written descriptions on what they do tied to each of them."

"Can we keep them?" September asked.

'Uh, I guess." Gared replied.

There was a mad rush to get bracelets.

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So, what superpower do you get? You choose. 

Muhahahahahahahhahah! We are- 

shut up

No

yes

Anyway, let the shipping begin!

Gared and *loud scream and the sound of a fight*

This is Gared, your totaly responsible CEO! I am going to *sound of Bob biting Gared's arm and scream* Bob!!!!!! You little monster. AAAA! My arm hurts

Gared and

No, please! I really do want to make the story sort of interesting.

Gared, please. Spoiler Alert: The major ship will be fairly novel.

AAAAAAAA! Please, no. Remember when our friend tried to ship us? Yea, well, please, let's not do that.

I will start to wonder what kind of people joined if the hint doesn't help.

Well, they should be clever enough. 

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Note: Bob, my mutant captcha/AE monster talks in bold, and Lilliana, who is possibly insane *glares at Lilliana* talks in italics. 

Gared was having a bad day. After the Archery Range, he had a meeting with the Tech Designers. they had, of course, wanted control of the company. They found it difficult, for some reason, to take orders from a 13-year-old.

He was tired by 3:30, which may have, in part, explained the unexpectedly nervous and cautious way he spoke to Novelist.

It was about 4:30, and the occupants of the house were preparing for dinner. They had run into each other on the second floor hallway, by the girl's rooms. Gared had, instantly, blushed, though most people would see this more as color returning to his almost lifeless face.

Gared had stammered out "U-um, hi? I was, I mean, uh" before Novelist cut him off with "You're stammering. What is it?"

"I am, uh, hosting a party, and" He was starting to talk faster, "I would, I would, uh"

“Like me to come with you?" Novelist leaned back on the wall and crossed her arms, feigning indifference.

"I mean, I am inviting everyone, but, um-"

Novelist, seeing that he would probably never finish his statement unless helped, prompted "You want to go with me, in particular?"

“Yes, that is a way of, uh, putting it.” By this time, Gared’s ears had turned bright crimson.

“I never- of course I will go with you.” Novelist felt her brain yell at her “Why the heck did you say yes? Go ahead, break his heart. What, did you think he was the only cute boy who ask you on a date?”

At dinner, neither Gared or Novelist could look at each other. Gared had trouble eating the crab bisque he would have usually devoured. Novelist told Danie about this later. She thought Novelist was being crazy. But Cleo thought Novelist had made a good choice. Novelist couldn’t sleep as ideas flew through her mind.

I choose flight.

This is Gared, and sorry about the abreveation. Just, please keep posting! I really think this could be fun. So post something your character did at lunch, or what superpower you chose. Just post something.