Fleet sprinted to the girl's room, just barely getting beyond the security. Panting, she jerked on the doorknob of the first vacancy, only to discover it barred. She thumped on the door for what seemed like hours before ultimately relenting and speeding down the hall. Fleet battered all the doors until arriving at WILDCARD's dorm. The entryway barreled open as Fleet clobbered to the ground.

 "WILDCARD!" Fleet raced to the girl's bedside, "Ohmigosh WILDCARD, you won't believe what I-" She halted. What she beheld was not WILDCARD: rather, it no longer was. It was a tapestry of gore and guts, too horrendous for the Admins to ever let me register. The ebony-headed female eyes bore into the sight before slumping to the floor.

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 "Fleet! Fleet! Are you alright?"

 Fleet's eyelids fluttered open. Her senses blurred as she directed all her might to the speaker.

 "Kanib?" Fleet mumbled, "Wh-what happened?"

 "I-I don't know!" Kanib waggled her tentacles haphazardly, "I was just sleeping when Alice starting thumping on my door and-"

 "Wait, Alice?" Fleet rubbed her eyes, "Kanib, that wasn't Alice. That was me." Kanib's eyes swelled.

 "Really?" she inquired, "Well, I thought it was Alice 'cause I saw her right outside my door, gathering everyone up! Yeah, and she told me to go check in WILDCARD's room. So I came here, and I-" the CAPTCHA faltered. She sniffled, tentacles rubbing her eyes. "And I-I-I-"

 Fleet gasped, sobering instantly. She darted up and dashed to WILDCARD's bedside, once again facing the non-Cricket-friendly fright. She collapsed onto the blankets, sobbing into the sheets and grasping tightly. Kanib saw her master in distress and attempted to console her, only to mimic Fleet's behaviors herself. They became lost in their grief, trembling with despair.

 "WHY didn't you tell me EARLIER!" Estella crashed through the door (thankfully not literally), "This could have been MUCH more painless if you had alerted ME and not the ENTIRE GIRL'S DORM!"

 "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Dusk waved her hands frantically as she and Alice trailed into the room, "If I had known you wanted me to-"

 "What?!" Wren screeched directly into Dusk's ear, "Why WOULDN'T you tell Este-"

 "Now now Wren," Estella scolded, approaching WILDCARD, "This is no time to pan...ic. Oh." Estella widened her eyes, revolving to face the ladies behind her. 

 "Well," she remarked, "WILDCARD certainly put up a fight."

 "She put up a fight?" Fleet snarled, "That's what you have to say? You burst in here, completely disregarding the mourning people in the room-"

 "I-I'm not a person-"

 "Quiet Kanib- and you call that-" she motioned to WILDCARD's remains, "-putting up a fight?"

 "Miss Fleet," Estella pursed her lips, "I apologize for the inconvenience and my response. Forgive me for being unable to omit a more appropriate reply. I am involved in a more concerning matter at the current moment and-"

 "She didn't turn the fan off."

 Fleet scowled at Wren, who was analyzing the shuddering fan. Estella tipped her head.

 "Why is that imperative, Wren?" She catechized.

 "I told her to turn it off," Wren casually circumvented, "But she didn't," Wren angled her head towards the bedspread, "Look where that got 'er."

 "Oh, of course!' Estella chuckled, "How could I have forgotten? This is the 'special' room, isn't it? The one where the doors don't lock unless you turn off the fan?"

 Fleet and Kanib gasped.

 "Yup, that's the one!" Wren smirked, "She was the only one without an unlocked door..."

 "Which left her vulnerable to any murderers! Quite a shame our security cameras are offline as well...and she's the Punkah too!"

 "Perhaps they are more than just keycards after all!"

 "Perhaps, perhaps! Anything can happen!"

 The two ladies guffawed as Fleet rose from her lamentation. Her fists and teeth were clenched as she growled like a mother bear.

 "You sick sadists," she convulsed as if in a Californian earthquake, " You revolting cutthroats, YOU BLOODTHIRSTY BA-"

 "WOAH THERE I think we oughta get going now, hehe!" Dusk yanked Fleet out of the room, an applause-worthy fleat (hehe) considering the girl's state.

 "Let GO OF ME!!!" Fleet shrieked, attempting to out of Dusk's grasp.

 "By the by, Fleet," Dusk inquired, "Why were you rushing into the girl's dorm at 4:07? Gave me quite the sc-"

 "Not now, Dusk," Alice cradled the blue-tentacled Kanib in her arms, "Not now."

Is anyone still reading this? I'm sorry for the wait.

I'm still reading it! I love how you portrayed me, it's so much like me irl. Usually ski lodge writers don't write me that well. 

I totally forgot I joined this!

Yes, I am Agent Winter-- it's made clear on this thread: http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/puddingsplace/node/421555

I'm not even in this ski lodge and I'm invested now. This is really good, I can't wait to see what's going to happen next! Also, Estella, might you be Luna Star?

In case you were still wondering, I'm reading and definitely very invested! This whole superstitions thing is really neat! Kind of creepy, if you ask me, but in a good way.

Name: Uh, Alex of course

Gender: female

Personality: 
Kind, a bit shy, not scared to say what i think

Appearance: 
Long brown hair.  Comfy grey halloween shirt, jeans, sneakers (For better running).

Are you a part of Black Cat Establishments, associated with Black Cat
Establishments, or are in any way connected to Black Cat Establishments
*On this section, there are the words "Say No or Die!" in messy
handwriting: 
NOPE WHY WOULD I BE NOPE TOTALLY NOT

Favorite Food: watermelon!

Favorite Superstition: Don't really have one

How you would like to die: Um... I'd rather not die please XD

Oops... didn't realize that this post was old, sorry!

 "WHAT??!?!" 

 The members of the La'Crosse Crew had already slapped their hands over their ears. Dusk winced, prompting a soft pat from Atlantis.

 "Yeah," she replied shakily, "It's a little odd, isn't it?"

 "Oh, odd?" Naomi dryly retorted as she wiped her earplugs, "That's how you're choosing to describe this event? Yes, Dusk, I suppose it is odd how Estella straight-up LAUGHED AT WILDCARD'S DEATH."

 "Starting to sound like the old hag herself," Ameri snickered, prompting a harsh elbowing from his brother. 

 "OW! What the HECK, Alister!" the victim rubbed the sore spot before swinging in his sister's direction, "It's the truth, though! C'mon Atlantis, back me up on this!"

 "You're being a real jerk right now, dude." Atlantis snapped her head to face the other guests, "Right?"

 A murmur of agreement answered Atlantis's query, who smirked at her grimacing brother and let out a barely audible Nya-Nya. The group was located in the cafeteria, which was shared with the scientists. Despite this slightly unsettling detail, the cafeteria was your ordinary school eating place. There were only two differences; one, the food was both edible and well-tasting, two, the size was equal to one or two gymnasiums. 

 In this cafeteria, the tenants playfully teased one another, read, played board and video games, ran around, slept, studied, and did just about everything except eating. You would expect the White Oakers to scold them for such behavior or set eating times like a typical academy. However, Estella and Wren were very lenient with the guests. They only prohibited them from going to the labs, the opposite gender's bathrooms and dressing rooms, and Estella's office. The two were much harsher on the scientists but gave them the freedom to merge with the guests. Their only rule? "Keep your tongue in line," as Estella always said. 

 "Are they serious?"

 La'Crosse's table went mute. A hushed murmur buzzed above the table behind theirs. Alister scrunched his face, hesitating before pivoting and poking the shoulderblade of one of the table's occupants. 

 "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he scoffed as she turned around, "What did you say?"

 The chestnut-haired scientist widened her eyes. She coyly smiled, perhaps in an apologetic manner.

 "It's just..well..." The worker gestured here and there, "Y'know... it's kind of...weird how you're treating this whole thing."

 "Oh, so you were eavesdropping?" Alister smirked and leaned in the girl's direction, "Is that what you're saying? And why are you wearing a Halloween shirt in December?"

 She hurriedly covered up her fashion choices before stuttering, "D-don't change the subject! And I wasn't eavesdropping. You guys are just really loud."

 The half dozen plus Dusk muttered in agreement.

 "And what she meant," another worker rolled her yes, "Is that you guys are acting a bit too casual about this. Like the smart one said-" Naomi smirked, "This is definitely a much bigger deal than you're all making it. Couldn't you try to be a bit, I dunno, more serious about it?"

 "Okay, so you're just sticking your pretty little opinions into our beeswax?" Atlantis sneered, "You're not too perfect yourself, y' know. Jacqueline Smellington over here's a real lousy whisperer, that's for sure."

 "Her name is Alex," A third female rocketed to her friend's defense, "And I'll have you know, she was being loud on-" Alex snapped her fingers wildly, "Uh, I mean, this isn't all about you!"

 "Yeah!" A fourth piped up, "What about that WILDCARD's friends? Feet and Canoe, Right?"

 "FLEET and KANIB!" Atlantis screeched a bit too boisterously. At this resounding ring, the entire lunchroom became invested in this quarrel (lunch-ladies-and-men-and-animals included).

 "Heyyyy guys," The leading lass sheepishly conciliated, "How about we stop arguing and just-Guys? Guys? GUYS?!" Her efforts flooded in the sea of friction, La'Crosse descended to Dusk and pleaded, "Dusk! Wanna lend a hand?"

 The girl in question snapped her head away from the situation.

 "Haha-wait," a look of confusion spread across her face, "Hey guys, look! It's the lady of the hour! Fleet, how are you?"

 Silence struck the cafeteria like a lightning bolt, right in rhythm with its thunder. Every head swiveled in the girl's direction, boring into the sight as if reading the intricate folds of her very soul. Fleet froze. At last, she held up an unsteady hand and waved.

 In moments, the entire cafetorium brimmed with the shrieks of chaos. About thirteen people sprinted over to Fleet, overwhelming the female with both people and probing.

 "Are you okay?"

 "What did Estella say?"

 "Did you get hurt?"

 "Did you find any weapons?"

 "Did you see anyone?"

 "Did you cry?"

 "Did you touch the body?"

 "How did she die?"

 "Why were you up that early anyway?" 

 They grilled her without thought, mind, or mercy. It was a Fourth of July BBQ, and they were smothering and suffocating Fleet in dusty, eye-sizzling rub before impaling her and slamming the prongs over a stuffy fire. She could imagine it now: the flames playfully licking and grazing her hips and back as she struggled to break the ropes binding her. All the while, a chorus of fat, greedy butchers boomed and guffawed at her expense. 

 "Fl33t?" a familiar voice snapped Fleet out of her fantasies, "Ar3 y0u 0kay?"

 "O-oh yeah, I'm, um..." Her voice scored a solid ten on the Richter scale, "Fine! Yup! Just dandy!"

 "Y'hear THAT, skulls? She's fine!"

 "Her NAME is ALEX!"

 The chaos only rose by Fleet's comment. Those not partaking in it were predicting how long it would take for everyone to go for each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Some others were running for cover for when they did, but most answered both A and B. 

 The lunchroom had turned into an anarchist's assembly at about 12:11, and it was 12:14 when Fleet realized the mini paparazzi was backing her up against the wall. Panicking, she scanned for any slight, pin-sized separation among the cluster, any single break or weakness that she could push through and finally see the light! Her head jolted in every direction, every step made to conserve her own safety, until the cold, hard truth dawned on her: there was no way out of this.

 Then the salad landed on Nihil.

 No one knew who threw the salad. No one even remembered being served salad. Who would go through the trouble of making a special request in a cafeteria line just to eat a salad? 

The same person who would waste that same salad to turn a place of chaos into an all-out war ground.

 In seconds, an edible aerial assault was unleashed. Buckwheat, broth, cod, catfish, soymilk, asparagus, marshmallows, mayo, you name it, someone was throwing it. The stains that were seen that day would make even the most experienced mother faint. Eggs were flying around scrambled, poached, sunny-side up, hard-boiled, soft boiled, over easy, over medium, over hard, and even toasted. Even those who had taken cover were not safe. Atlantis's pants were splattered with cucumber salad, and she was on the ceiling fan. 

 Summer got a taste of all four of her favorite foods, as well as an assortment of curries. Maddox wasn't in the best mood until he found a stash of chili powder in the cabinets. Apollo and Atlantis engaged in a vicious swordfight with baguettes as Naomi and Alice struggled to create a literal cherry bomb. The rest of La'Crosse's crew had found a stockhold of "Forbidden Foods" and hurled them at light speed. These included walnut banana chili, radish and peach octopus, boiled beet on rice cakes, sugar-dusted olive loaves, kimchi pepperoni, mango tuna, and many others. 

 Some played along for survival, others for sport. But one player looked upon the havoc with a malicious grin. Everything was going according to plan-scratch that, even better. All they had to do was strike the finishing blow. This heartless beast yanked a slingshot out of their pocket and inserted a fist-sized rock into it. The slingshot was then aimed toward Fleet's head, which peeked oh-so-slightly over an overturned table. They then let go.

 THUNK!

 "FLEET!!!"

 Kanib's shriek silenced the battlefield. Three lab workers rushed to the girl's side and ordered Kanib and Nihil - who also hid behind that table - aside. Then, they got to work- medical work, that is. A cluster began to form, but other lab workers served as crowd control. Other than the occasional shuffle of feet, no sound was made. A familiar face pushed their way to the front of the crowd, joining the others in the moment of silence. This person cackled and cooed in their brain, for they knew the events that would happen. They viewed the scene with a sick, awaiting pleasure, like a child opening a present on Christmas Eve.

 "Pink, pink..."

 What?

 "Pink, pink..."

 What was that noise?

 "Pink, pink..."

 No-no! It wasn't possible! It couldn't be possible!

 "Pink, pink..."

 Could it? 

 "She's alive!" Dusk cheered. The workers shushed her frantically.

 "Don't jinx it!" Alex shook her shoulder.

 "Oh sorry," she smiled apologetically and whispered, "She's alive!"

 As the workers frenzied over her mistake, Fleet's muttering gradually became more audible and coherent. Nyx looked upon the girl as her eyebrows furrowed.

 "Hey Fleet," she asked, "Are you alri-"

 "Pink Pink pinK piNK PINK!"

 Fleet's eyes slapped open. She thrusted the worker hanging over her aside and yanked on Nyx's shirt, glaring into her eyes with disgust in its purest form.

 "Y-you Traitor."