Well, ballet, you put Cyclone in my room twice in a row without letting me shove him up a lathe. So if I were you, I wouldn't be complaining. Just a tip.

Ditty: Yeah! This is gonna be awesome!

Me: What happened to earlier? You hated this idea!

Taxi: Yeah.

Ditty: That was before I met all the other AEs!

Me: I'm scared for my life.

Taxi: fwwp (that's actually what my captcha says. What the heck, Taxi?) 

Now, now, Cho. Why on earth would I tell you if you were the murderer? It's a mystery!

Ugh. Another Ski Lodge I just missed! I'll be following along though.

Day 2 Part One

When TARDISrider woke up the next day, an announcement came over the PA (or whatever it was). Everyone yawned and stretched, blinking sleepily. "Please follow the Reagents to the dining hall," Scylla said. "Over."

The CBers walked over to the doors. OUtside, the Reagents were waiting. And like the previous day, they whizzed off through the halls. They emerged into the dinig hall, astounded yet again by its extravagance. They sat down and Scylla snapped her fingers. A plate of steaming buttermilk pancakes appeared in front of her. "Just snap, and the food you want most will appear for you," she explained. Her face showed no hint of expression. As they began to get the hang of it, breakfast began appearing. "It's just like Hogwarts!" Cho exclaimed. She smiled as a plate of warm eggs and bacon appeared in front of her.

Eventually the CBers had finished breakfast. Scylla waved her hand and the table cleared. "You may go explore the hotel," she dismissed them. 

They wandered from the room. A group of CAPTCHAs climbed up a set of stairs. The prismarine sparkled in the undersea light. Fruit Basket bounced along, Taxicab and Meox padding alongside it. They reached a room with many doors. "Let's go down the stairs again," Ookz suggested. She looked around warily. "I don't like the looks of these doors." The CAPTCHAs headed back down the steps.

Meanwhile, Shadow Dragon, Joan, Aquina, and Balletandbow were strolling through the greenhouse. It contained quite the menagerie of plants and animals. There were kelps and sponges of all shapes, sizes, and colors. A myriad of sealife was kept in tanks, and even a leaopard shark swam along the bottom of one. Aquina frowned at the small tanks, foot tapping. Her activist side began to take over. "These poor sea animals," she exclaimed. "These tanks are way too small!" As if the hotel heard her complaint, the tanks began to enlarge. Soon, they merged into one large enclosure. Aquina grinned.  Now that's more like it. 

Another announcement came up. "Please follow the Reagents," Scylla implored. The CBErs did so. They ended up in a room with a lone grand piano in the center. Scylla sat at it, fingers delicately playing a song. 

Balletandbow gasped. "Such a lovely song!" she cried. "It reminds me of the sea!" 

Scylla abruptly stopped playing when the remainder of the guests arrived. "Deep Blue Sea, Daniel Hill," she muttered absentmindedly. She clapped her hands. "I summoned you here for a game," she announced. Murmurs reverberated through the assembly. "The game is called Dash. It's basically a scavenger hunt," she said. "I'll give you sheets for it in a moment..." 

Day 2 part 2 

Scylla reached into her cloak and pulled out a stack of papers. She passed one out to each of the CBers. "This is the list," she said. "The first person, or team, to find all of the items and report to me gets a prize. I will stay in this room, don't worry. Each of you has a map of the hotel layout on the back of the list." The CBers turned their papers over, noticing the maps for the first time. "Feel free to work with others," Scylla told them. "Now off you go." Somebody and Shadow Dragon decided to work together. Shifting, Ditty, Cyclone, and Puck worked together as well. Sir Galahad, Taxicab, Elsa, Sloth, and Ookz were a group, and Joan, balletandbow, Aquina, and Elvina joined up. And you can tell that the rest were in their own groups that I won't bother to list. Volcano looked at her list. The first item was a Prismarine shard. She asked Critic A if she had seen the like anywhere. Critic said that there were some on the basement. TARDISrider decided that a ton of groups would be going to find the first item so she and Abigail decided to go from the bottom of the list to the top. "Top," Cho joked. TARDISrider smiled. "Where have any of you seen a frog?" she wondered. The list looked like this:

1: Prismarine shard

2: An apple

3: Prismarine crystals

4: Sponges

5: A lathe

6: Oil pastels

7: Lucky frog

Meanwhile, PSXtreme had just found Prismarine shards. It (?) had seen crystals in the attic, so it climbed up there. The attic was lofty, with more sunlight than the lower floors. It saw a glimmer. The crystals! It raced over to pick them up when it heard a scuffling. It whirled around to see what was there, stowing the crystals in a pouch on its belt, but it was too late. PSXtreme was dead.

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Somebody and Shadow were the first ones back. Scylla greeted them with a slight smile, the most emotion she had shown. An hour later, all were back but PSXtreme. Balletandbow was a little worried. They waited another half hour when Scylla stepped up on a pedestal and announced, "Shadow Dragon and Somebody were the first ones back," she announced. Everyone cheered except for Cyclone and Puck. "It appears as though PSXtreme has been either killed or got lost," Scylla continued. "I will send out some Reagents to find it or its body." Everyone stood stock still. Puck took advantage of the confusion and ran around to Joan, who was at the back of the crowd. She silently and slowly slipped her hand into Joan's coat pocket, withdrawing a lilac bag. She grinned and returned to her place. She now had her bag of tricks.

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R.I.P. PSXtreme. Rest in Prismarine. 

Day 2 evening

After the death (or disapearance) of PSXtreme, the CBers were a bit somber. What if one of them was killed next? So far an Æ and a CAPTCHA had been killed, so it seemed fit that one of them should die. But this was all messed up. No one should be dying, they should just be having fun. Balletandbow, Aquina, and TARDISrider interrogated Scylla about this. She just hung her head and sighed a gusty sigh. "This is the tradition with hotels," she said wearily. "Go to sleep." And so they did. It was a troubled sleep, and many were a long time getting to the dream world. 

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Day 3!

In the morning, the guests all traveled to the dining room as usual. Scylla seemed much perkier on the present day and smiled warmly when the CBers, Æs, and CAPTCHAs entered. "I think I'm blinded by her cheer," Somebody remarked sarcastically. Scylla glared in her direction. Somebody grinned and put her hands up nonchalantly. 

They ate breakfast and Scylla offered, "You may have a party if you like. Use the utility room."

"The utility room?" a puzzled Sir Galahad asked. 

"Just follow the Reagents," Elvina said loftily. "Scylla was bound to say that eventually." She said this in such a quaint manner that everyone burst out laughing. All but balletandbow. Puck and her bag of tricks had kept her up all night and she wondered how Elvina slept through it. "Why are you laughing?" Elvina asked confusedly. This only prompted more laughter. Scylla hid another smile behind her hand as a Reagent appeared, leading the crowd to the utility room.

The utility room was amazing. Volcano Flame and Aquina immediately flocked to the bountiful machinery. Fruit basket sat in the middle of the room looking strange. "Abigail, is something wrong..." Elsa giggled, "with your- butt?" 

Abigail looked worriedly at her back pockets, and sure enough, a tentacle was oozing out of one. She blushed and shoved the tentacle back in. "Just a pocket octopus," she explained. The octopus protested and plopped out onto the floor. "O'Neill, that is NOT WHAT I TOLD YOU TO DO!!!" she half-yelled at the octopus. It burbled happily and slid across the floor, Abigail dashing after it. 

"I could have sworn I saw that thing smile," Shadow muttered to Shifting. 

Shifting grinned. "Those pineapples aren't going to eat themselves," she taunted, pointing to the snack bar. There was an array of tropical fruits, pastries, cookies, and carrots (please just don't ask). A reflective Prismarine disco ball came out of nowhere and a set of turntables appeared before a delighted Ditty. "Let's have some BEATS!" she yelled. Music began to play, Ditty's head bobbing to the rhythm. 

Critic A stood before Ditty, speculating. "I am criticising your music," she scoffed playfully. "I would prefer some Chopin, Schubert, baroque, perhaps Heller....." She trailed off wistfully. 

"Whatever!" Ditty fired back. "I'm deejaying and this is what I want!" She leaned out to the gathering crowd of dancers. "ANY REQUESTS?" she shouted. 

"Panic at the Disco!" someone called back. Ditty nodded and turned the record. Everyone was having a great time until Joan stumbled to the dance floor, gasping. "Over... Indulged..... On croissants," she panted and promptly collapsed. 

Elvina rushed over, concerned, and checked the knight's pulse through her gauntlets. She looked up, face ashen. "There's nothing we can do," she announced to the stunned CBers. Ditty's turntables slowly stopped with a deflating sound. "Joan is dead."

They buried Joan in a bed of soft earth that Scylla provided. "I was expecting burials," she murmured sadly. "Rest now, Joan. I knew you while I could, O brave and valiant knight." The girl behind the cloak was mourning. A glimmering tear dripped down her cheek, face wreathed in shadow. She suddenly stood up and clasped her hands together. "Well, you may spend the remainder of the day as you please," she announced. "I will be in my quarters if you need me."

The CBers nodded and trudged sombrely back to their rooms. Abigail took out O'Neill and held him in a hand, Critic A and Ookz walking with their arms around her. They spent the rest of the day locked up in their rooms, being sad, except for Puck, who flitted through the hotel laying pranks.

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R.I.D. Joan B. Of Arc. Rest in dirt. Can you help me figure out pranks for tomorrow? Please? All of you? Thanks! I'm not very good at pranks.

Guys, where are all the adventure journals? 

If there are any more dance parties, I'll take that into account, Somebody!

Day 3 part 1

In the morning, everyone was in good spirits, even balletandbow and Elvina, because Puck had been setting traps all night. Puck was exhausted, though. "Today, you can have riding lessons, a machining workshop, or a jam session," Scylla announced. "Riding lessons?" Taxicab wrinkled (?)s nose. "I'm heading for the jam session, baby!" Scylla smiled the tiniest bit. "You do that, but you'll be missing out on riding sharks," she said wryly. Taxicab gasped. "Shifting!" he? shouted. "Wanna ride some sharks?"Shifting nodded. "When do we start?"

"Start now, if you must," Scylla sighed. "I'll be teaching the machining."

Reagents began guiding the CBers to the places they wanted to go.

At the riding lessons, Seraia was waiting by a tank full of sharks. "We'll study them for a moment before you try riding," she explained. Multiple groans came from the assembled CBers, Æs, and CAPTCHAs. Seraia gestured to a tank of nurse sharks. "We'll start with these," she told them and so a long, boring lecture on sharks'originalities, anatomy, and attributes.

At the machining, Scylla stood amid a circle of lathes, drills, shelving units, mills, and bins. Neat rows of working tables lay in front of her. "Welcome to the machining class," she greeted them. "In this class, your utmost safety is desired. When I was younger and innocent, I was lathing with my father. My hair was out and it got caught in the lead screw of the lathe. I had a lot of oil in my hair, a bald patch, and a gnarled scar on my pinky. Three years later, it's still there. So: always put your hair up when machining." Scylla walked around from CBer to CBer, passing out hair ties. "The materials you need are in these bins," Scylla gestured to the storage units. "They're labeled. You are free to use the machinery as need arises. There are crafting books in this bin, and assorted materials in others. We are in a time bubble, so you have unlimited time to create." The CBers began projects as the time (didn't really but felt as though it) went on. 

The jam session was watched over by a squirrel. He was riding on a horse. His name was Twinkle. He gave the CBers free reign with the instruments, lights, and other things and encouraged them to wreak havoc and make a mess, as long as they didn't kill each other. 

The lecture was finally over. Seraia gave the class some magic seaweed so they could breathe underwater. Shifting dove right into the tank and offered a nurse shark some meat. It took the food and Shifting ran his hand over its smooth skin. He hopped on it and was soon soaring off through the water. This encouraged everyone else and they soon were swimming in their own sharks. "I'm going to call mine Silvery," Aquina giggled. She nudged the shark forward and enjoyed the flying sensation of riding on a shark.

In the machining, Volcano had aa almost complete rifle. No one knew how this was possible. Rifles took time. Or nonexistent time. Take your pick. Cho had some misshapen blob of aluminium alloy. "It was going to be a container, but I messed up somewhere," she defended herself. 

Meanwhile at the jam session, Puck was yelling at the top of her lungs. TARDISrider was playing guitar, Meox was playing drums, Ditty was deejaying again, turntables screeching, Elsa was enjoying herself, and Critic was secretly enjoying herself but had a sneer on her face. 

That's all I can write for now I need to go eat dinner!

Cho's dairy ~ At first I thought riding sounded better then machinery, until I found out that it was SHARK RIDING! Now that is scary. And apparently machinery and magic don't really work well together. Oh well. Now I can destroy my "container" with my lightsaber.