~Alice~

Just my luck. I happened to get the worst codename ever. Why did I have to get the black cat name? 

Dusk leaned over to me and whispered, “It isn’t all that bad, Alice. It is just a name. I am sure that this won’t be the worst time ever just because you happened to quote-on-quote be a superstition. No one will even notice you after a while.”

“Easy for you to say. You are just a robin. I will get laughed at so much...” Dusk tried to reassure me some more, but now I was lost in my own thoughts. I know that having a superstition as a nickname is ok, and maybe even good. Dusk is right. Nobody will judge me for a name....hopefully... 

But why do I still have a bad feeling about this? 

Dusk said, “I think it is almost time to go. Isn’t this exciting? You have always wanted to go to somewhere like this?” Probably in an attempt to cheer me up. I nodded and made a soft smile. I took out my book and tried to hide my silly worries away. 

Nihil~

Okay, so first I was Lady Mantle, which I assume is a play on Lady's Mantle, a long-lasting and beautiful plant. But now I'm Elder, apparently, another plant. Elder has small white flowers and intensely green leaves, a color scheme I appreciate very much.

I must admit, with every passing mention of it, I know I must never reveal my position when it comes to this 'Black Cat.' I don't want to say no, but I cannot afford to say yes... Something tells me that the Black Cat is associated with the murderer, whoever that may be. I deduce I will probably not last long here, but since when have I ever? I do dearly hope they have never heard of the Shadow  a  ker A s oci 

On yet another note, I have the feeling I know who Estella O. is. Her 'Don't you know what people do on ski lodges?

People die.' line is familiar... But I can't place my finger on it. Still, I can't die, but I doubt I'll live. Oh well, such is the dicefall.

  After that ordeal, the two ladies led the guests inside the cabin. Right before they were all about to enter, Alice pointed out that the size of the cottage would not be nearly enough to support all of the patrons. A great deal of panic rose in the visitors, but Estella simply chuckled and opened the door. It revealed a wooden staircase leading downwards. At this sight, the visitants rushed down, eager to see what lay ahead. "What lay ahead" could be described as the most expensive, intricate lab one could ever see. The fellows gawked at their surroundings.

 "Haha, look at that funny bird!" WILDCARD boomed. She was pointing to a bird that could fit in the palm of your hand, if not for the two feet tall feathers sticking out of its backside. WILDCARD bent down to pet it.

 "DON'T TOUCH IT!"

 The girl's head snapped up as the bird was snatched out of her hands. 

 "Yeesh, you should really ask before doing that!" The lab worker who had cried held the bird close to his chest, "You could have hurt the guy! It's hard enough keeping him alive as it is."

 "Why?" WILDCARD tilted her head.

 "Well, he's... a failed experiment. Specifically, a fusion between a robin and a pea-"

 "An EXPERIMENT?!" WILDCARD screeched, "You're experimenting on animals? You guys are MONSTERS!"

The entire lab fell silent, save for the whirs of the machines. The lab workers froze in their steps. WILDCARD glared at them, fury writhing in her soul. Estella, sighing deeply, strutted to the girls' side and placed a hand on her shoulder. 

"Don't TOUCH me, you witch!" WILDCARD whipped away from Estella, "You probably don't even feel any remorse for what you've done! Do you have any emotions, or was this all just an act-"

 "Careful what you say, Miss WILDCARD," Estella instructed, "Remember, you're not only speaking to me. You're speaking to the whole vacancy, and someone here may have it out for you for those words. And that person could be ready to kill."

 "I don't care," WILDCARD glared at her, "I don't care what anyone thinks. Do you think I would in this situation? Animals are being TORTURED, and you want me to care about my reputation? I should've expected such an awful response from you, you clod!"

 The workers gasped. Estella's mouth straightened, and the others could see her shaking.

 "I will converse with you later," She extravagantly motioned to the guests, "We do have guests, after all! Come, everyone, let us finish this tour."

 The tour continued as Estella had said, but WILDCARD was too disgusted to focus. WILDCARD did manage to take in a few things. For starters, there were waaayyy too many rooms. If the elevators, moving sidewalks, and escalators weren't in full supply there, it could've taken someone multiple weeks just to get to the swimming pool. However, there was one exception that Estella stressed intensely. No transports lead to the boy's or girl's sectors, conveniently located on opposite sides of the building. Only elevators lead to the heavily guarded entrances, and only when shown a fingerprint of a patron of the corresponding gender. 

 After the longest time, the tour finally ended. Wren helped each of the girls find their vacancies in the girl's sector. Poor WILDCARD was saved for last. Right before she could enter her room, Wren shook the sleepy AE's shoulder.

 "Oh, about this room," she informed WILDCARD, "Remember to turn off your fan-"

 WILDCARD sprinted into the room and slammed the door shut without a second thought.

 "-or the door won't lock." Wren put her hands on her hips, "Rude."

Quick Question: Is anyone still paying attention to this thread? I would like to know if I should still contribute writing to this.

I am still reading this with delight! 

I am not a good guesser, so that’s why I didn’t try. Besides, I don’t feel much motivation to try either. I can attempt to guess you if you want me to though.  

Please note: THIS IS NOT DEAD AND NEVER WILL BE DEAD! THE AUTHORS WILL WORK ON THE STORY UNTIL IT HAS BEEN COMPLETED, SO STAY TUNED!

Next addition coming this weekend!