Day 0, part 2:

"Hello Chatterbox ambassadors! Welcome to the chocolate factory!" I slid down the golden stair rail and met them at the bottom. As usual, I got mixed reactions. Some were staring attentively. Others looked bored. Some seemed to cosider the entire thing a joke. "Our tour starts tommorow, so all I can do today is show you to your rooms. We will have a bright and early start, so get some rest! Dinner and breakfast will be dilivered straight to your rooms." I clapped my hands together. "So, now that the boring stuff is over, let's go-"

"Excuse me," said one of the CBrs. "Are you actually the Willy Wonka?" 

"No, I'm his grandson, Willy. Let's go!" It's easier for them to believe that. I ushered all the chatterboxers into the main lobby, which quickly turned into an elevator. Somehow, the elevator was wide enough to fit all 21, plus me. The millions of buttons were mercifully hidden behind a golden panel, so no one would accidentally push them.

The eleventh floor contained the five guest rooms, which I was sure my guests would enjoy. The landing had a cheery fireplace and plush carpets, and the wood paneling on the walls was covered with pictures of my most faithful Oompa- Loompas. Shadowdancer noticed small flaps on the walls about the size of a dumbwaiter. Shadowdancer wondered if this was where the Oompa Loompas entered and exited. Suddenly, a flap flipped open, and out came...

"Is that an Oompa Loompa?!"

"No! Dobby is a free elf!!!" Dobby squeaked. "But Dobby will work for Mr. Wonka! Dobby even gets free samples!" 

"No way!" Cho Chang said. "I thought you worked at Hogwarts!"

"Dobby comes here on breaks!" the elf replied excitedly. He paused, then stated, "Dobby will read you your rooms."

Room 1: Crystal Room

Katydid, Cho Chang, Scylla (and Eo Lahallia), and A Curious Dragon

Room 2: Coconut Glacier

Sydney C., hotairballoon, Critic A., and CaykeTheCook 

Room 3: Cream Puff Lounge

Somebody, Poetic Panda, Shadow Dragon, Shifting, and Abigail S.

Room 4: Peanut Butter Mill

Joan B., Puck, Elvina, Shadowdancer

Room 5: Sourball Room

Volcano, Di, Will T., and Horse Spirit Girl

Now that Dobby had read the list of rooms, everyone noticed the five guest room doors. "You'd better unpack and get to bed, we have a long day tommorow." I said. The windows all showed a dark night sky.

"But wasn't it broad daylight when we got here?" Shifting stared at the windows, puzzled.

"No, it wasn't!" I exclaimed quickly. 

To be continued.....................................................................................................................

Shadowdancer, are you a boy or girl? Did I forget anyone in the room assignments?

I will post what is going on in the rooms next, as this got very long.  

You forgot my AEs Blizzard and Elsa . . . well I suppose they are cats . . . but Elsa can turn into an anime cat-girl. I love my roommates though!!

Sydney's-I-hope-it's-not-weird-that-I'm-posting-a-log-Journal

 Abigail and Critic A's Slightly Strange Adventurelog

So. We didn't know we're supposed to write journals, so we only brought one notebook, so we suppose we'll have to share. (This is Abigail writing right now, by the way) 

I just stole her pen. And the book, becasue she was hogging it. She shouldn't get to do all the writing, and it sounds weird in Double Present Tense. Anyway, Abi picked out the notebook. It wasn't me. That's probably why it has those lovely red watercolor poppies on the cover.

It's beautiful!

More like babyish. I wanted one of those sleek black composition books that makes your eyes go cukoo when you look at them. So I'm in the Coconut Glacier. (I'm writing first because Abi says that it'll make it easier when she does it so I'm not all over her whining.) Coconut is good, especially in chocolate. My room mates are all good, which is nice. At least I'm not with Abi! Okay, my writing is weirdly slanted now because I'm hiding the notebook from her so she can't read over her shoulder. Good thing this is pen. Otherwise she'd erase it. Anyway, it's too bad we couldn't bring Ookz. He would have loved this place. Abigail left. She's bored watching me write. She's going back to her room, and I'll give the book to her when I'm done. The beds are rather comfortable looking, and this room smells good. Like... coconut. Well, that's a bit obvious. The bathroom also has coconut shampoo, coconut soap, coconut foot wash, coconut candles and coconut air freshener. Not to mention, everything is washed with coconut scented dryer sheets, the pillows are shaped like coconuts, the blankets have a coconut pattern, the walls taste like coconut, and there are free cups of coconut milk and coconut shavings on every single shelf. I think my nose will fall off for smelling coconut so much. And my tounge will grow numb to the taste. Well, here's Abi. 

Critic A wrote way too much, so I'll make mine snappy and not beat around the bush. You may have noticed A calls me Abi a lot. If you wish, you may also, but not Abby. Abi. There's a difference. Maybe that's beating around the bush. Back to what I was saying. CREAM PUFFS ROCK! The room smells so good and there are free cream puffs on plates all over the room. My roomates are all great: I'm with Panda, Shadow, Shifting, and Somebody. Heh. Except Panda, everyone has names that start with S. I'm Abigail S. Sorry Panda. You're the loner. I love cream puffs, everyone is nice, and I'm really excited!!!! It's nice to see Dobby, too. Though I can't wait to see the Oompa Loompas! The Mr. Wonka guy is a bit weird. It's like he's hiding something. 

Anyway... Abi and A, signing OUT! 

P.S. Ookz sent us a letter. It's very sweet of him. It says... xatk. X Attack? THE Xes ARE ATTACKING! OOKZ JUST WARNED US! Everybody EVACUATTTTE! You know what, I think A might be tired. Let's... get ready... for the night.  

Hey Is this stll going? Anyway to my notebook. 

Elvina- I am staying in the Penut Butter Mill. I love penut butter reces peices. I am staying with Shadowdancer, Joan B. of Arc and Puck. The room is really nice (exept for the fact that I stick to my bed slightly when I sit down on it. ) I get out one of my books. It is Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I thought I might knnow what was going on a  little bit better if I read it again. In the next room I can hear a ruckus. I think it is one of Somebody's crew. Even though my brain says it is the middle of the afternoon I drift of to sleep... 

Hey Willy, I know you are probably busy, but please remember to post sometime. Nobody has died yet. 

THE NIGHT:

Room 1:

The crystal room was like a cave, with stalactites and stalagmites of pure rock candy. When touched by a golden rod, you could change their light setting to bright, dim, or off. At the moment, everything was dim, and the air was almost heavy, as if a weight pressed on each CBer lulling them to sleep. Even Eo Lahallia had neglected to taste the crystals, instead falling straight into one of the six beds laid out for my guests. 

But Cho Chang couldn't sleep. Everyone else, including Blizzard, was snoring gently away. Cho, however, felt very awake. What was going on? "It's the wizard magic in her..." hissed a gentle voice, so quiet that Cho could barely hear it. "Yesssssssss..." annother voice replied. "And the Force... The sleeping spell won't affect her..." Cho sat bolt upright. Quietly, she retrieved her wand from the bedside table and murmered "Lumos". Then she crept out into the darkness. 

Room 2:

Cayke was the one who found the cocoa. "Hey look, guys!" she shouted triumphantly. There, sitting on a nightstand completley made of coconut ice, were four foaming mugs of hot chocolate. Critic A took one and began sipping in earnest. Sydney C. picked one up, then sat it down with a clatter. "I don't feel so good." she said weakly, before passing out on one of the fur-covered beds. Cayke bent over her, concerned. 

Meanwhile, hotairballoon was out exploring the icy landscape. While the rest of his roomates were in the igloo, he waded through knee-deep coconut snow wrapped in one of the parkas he had found. He passed snowmen, some perfectly made and some warped and half-melted. Then, he came to the top of a hill and stared at the strangest sight yet. Below was a valley made entirely of coconut ice. And tromping around in the valley were- 

"Beautiful, aren't they?" HAB turned and saw me standing there. I had appeared out of nowhere. (Sorry, it's a bad habit.) "Do you like my herd of chocolate mamoths?"

"Aren't mamoths extinct?"

"The regular kind, yes. But not the chocolate kind, obviously! A word of advice-should you try to ride on, be sure to say the words 'Tally Ho'. Otherwise you'll have a tough time..." I dissapeared. HAB looked confused. But it would all clear up soon enough.

Room 3:

Even though the name may not suggest it, cream puffs are terribly frustrating and difficult objects to manipulate. If you squeeze them to hard, or too long, you end up with a handfull of melty, sweet cream. 

These were life-size cream puffs.

Shifting had no trouble. Being non-corpereal, she could easily sink into the plush armchairs and poofy sofas without disturbing them at all. For the rest of them, though, it was not that easy. Abigail S. made the mistake of jumping onto one of the beds when she walked into the room. There was a sploosh, and she reappeared knee-deep in cream. Now everybody was sitting on the floor, grumpily watching Shifting as she bounced from cream puff to cream puff yelling, "Come on, imbeciles! It's not that hard!" Then, Poetic Panda coughed. 

Somebody rushed over to her, her own face pale as chalk. "Oh no, oh no. Tell me you didn't!" Panda coughed again. "NO!!!!!" Somebody freaked.

"THE OPERATOR IS COMING!!! THE OPERATOR IS COMING!!!!! THE SLENDER SICKNESS IS HERE!!! EVERYBODY BE ON YOUR GUARD!!! SET UP CAMERAS!!!! WHY IS NOBODY LISTENING TO ME!!! SET UP AND MONITOR CAMERAS!!! THE OPERATOR IS COMINGGGGGGGGG!!!!!" Somebody lept off the floor in an amazing feat of agility- then crashed into about a million cream puffs. Her scream was drowned out as wave after wave of cream hit the floor. For a moment, nobody moved. There was no sound except a distant glug, glug, glug. Then Shifting emerged from the pile of ruined cream puffs. The look on her face was grim. 

Poetic Panda gasped. "Is she- is she- dead?!" 

"No imbecile. She's not dead. She's been taken." Shifting looked around at the others. "A portal has been opened."

Room 4:

Unavailable signal. Check back later.

Room 5:

"PUT IT OUT!!!" Will T. screamed at Volcano, who was doubled over, laughing. Horse Spirit Girl grabbed a vase of lemonade and doused the smoking remains of the greem sour couch. A second too late, the smoke detectors went off. "MEMOMEMOMEOMOEMOMEOOEOEMEMEOEMEMO!" A hidden flap in the wall opened, and a dozen Oompa-Loomas emerged, wearing firemen suits and hoisting a hose as fat as a python. "No!" cried Di. "Don't!!!!" Too Late.

Water spurted out of the nozzle and soaked everything. Literally everything. By the time the unfortunate CBers had finished coughing, spluttering, and rubbing water out of their eyes, the Oompa Loompas were gone. The sour ball room was ruined. Sour powder from all the candy tainted the water as it swirled down onto the floor, creating a rainbow whirlpool. Wait- where was the whirlpool coming from?

"AAAHHH!!!" Horse Spirit Girl was sucked into the water, her arms flailing uselessly. She tried to grab a lemon-flavored chair, but her hands slipped off. Horse Spirit Girl vanished, her brown ponytail disappearing into oblivion.  

Sydney C. was having a vision.

She stood in a forest. Except it could not be a regular forest. Trees reached out for her with long, bony fingertips. The spongy ground pulled at her shoes. There was an eerie cry, and something thrashed above her head like an animal caught in a trap. Sydney ran, not paying attention to where she was going. Then she reached a rainbow cave, and knew it was safe there. 

Suddenly, she looked up and saw a balloon. Instinctively, she grabbed its handle and was immediately pulled up into the air. She was rising so high and so fast that she forgot to scream. Then Sydney was hovering over a pit, a thousand miles in diameter. It appeared to be a mine, full of rainbow colored rocks and crystals. Even from this high up, she couldn't see the bottom. Her palm began to sweat and slide on the balloon string. Her eyes watered from the altitude. No, she pleaded. Don't let me fall! And Sydney was faaaaaaaalllllllllliiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg...