Critic A~

Fúdímó turns his wand on me. "Avad—"

"Oh, shut up, you noseless halfwit," I say, rolling my eyes. "I was speaking to Hémîn, as generally she can be relied upon for a more sensible reply than trying to kill every personage who happens upon her inhabitance." 

I hear the thumping of footsteps and Mandy is at my shoulder, pushing her (incidentially very pointy) chin into my shoulder.

"This hotel is awesomuffin!" she shouts. "Hey, Hémîn! Hi, I-Forget-Your-Name! D'you want a muffin?"

"Will. You. Kindly. Put the lid on your nattering?" I say through gritted teeth, glaring at Mandy. "I'm trying to have a sane conversation here. Why don't you go find Pinkie and throw pies with her?"

"Pinkie's here?" she says as I try to shove her down the hall of the hotel.

"Thus assuming that all AEs have happened upon this secluded accomodation."

A shout rings out from the floor above.

"ALL CAKES ARE PIIIIIIEEEEEEEESSSSS!"

"ALL PIES ARE MUUUUUFFFIIINNNNNSSSSS!" Mandy shrieks, dashing up the stairs. There's a crash, a thump, a WAAAAGH, and a "NO FLYING BRUSSELS SPROUTS!"

"Oh dictionaries," I mumble, reluctantly following Mandy's trial, Hémîn and Fúdímó on my heels, where a scene of havoc meets my eyes. It seems as if the other AEs have been quicker to find each other.

Pinkie, PSXtreme, and Mandy are throwing pies and muffins everywhere, whilst BABTMP hides under the table from the banana cream bonanza.

Elsa is chasing Torstyn, who is chasing Puck, who is chasing Dev, who is firing brussels sprouts everywehre. One ricochets off of Feather's encyclopedia, and she feels compelled to whack him over the head with the very heavy volume.

"CHAOS!" screams Fúdímó, firing off random spells.

Mrs. Elton bustles in, carrying a large tray of tea cakes and is whacked in the face with a cherry pie.

"Of all the uncivilized...!" she sniffs angrily, attempting to primply wipe the sugary goo off of her platinum blond curls, while PSXtreme roars with laughter and prepares for another shot.

"EXTERMINATE!" cries Dalek.

Oh thanks for the picture! It's ok you couln't make Wubdub.

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Mmmphhhh, I think. I try to open an eye, but my eyelids won't move for some reason. I try to sit up, but I can't. My mind feels like its swimming, nothing seems real. Every electronic breath I take is very deep, as if I were gasping for my last breath of air. Suddenly, it hits me. I am.

I can't believe I forgot to charge up! If my battery goes completely dead, there's no way of bringing me back. I have just enough power to mumble a few words, directed at my CBer.

"Novvvvvvvvvv," I say weakly, "poooooweeeerrrr ccoooorrrdddd."

There's a few minutes of excruciating silence, but the Novelist never comes. Instead, a little feather-furball comes bounding up to me, a thick, white string hanging from his beak. Suddenly, a feel sharp claws dig into my metallic skin, and then something poke me in the neck.

I immediately wake up, still a bit whoozy.
"That was an extremely close call," I groan. I yawn and sit up on my bed. Wait--but it's not my bed. I can tell the difference. It's been used before. The microfiber layer has been compromised by another human. I'm in a hotel.

"Ew," I say, "no sophisticated robot like me should be in a hotel room. And where's Nov?"  

Wubdub stares at me. "She's gone."  

"WHAT?!" I scream. I jump up, banging my head against the ceiling. "Ugh, did they have to build me pain receptors?" I rub my head. "What do you mean she's gone? Where is she?"

The baby griffin shrugs. "Dont know."

An instant later, I can here shouting and the scuffling of feet next door. Curious, I hop out of bed and see the door of the other wide open. Inside, a girl with wings and a girl with glasses is standing over two people that remind me of Hermione Granger and Voldemort.

"Oh gigabytes," I whisper. "Am I in a book or something?"
Then it hits me. I've seen these people before. They're the other CBers' AEs. Most are insane, and where are the CBers to keep them in check?

"Stupid humans," I mumble. "Robots should've dominated the Earth."
I hold my breath, waiting for my annoying CBer to say something like, robots were made by humans. 

Instead, only the shouting and inuslts from the other AEs are heard. I smirk. "This is gonna be great."

Just then, the AE with wings rushes from the room and up the hotel stairs. She disappears when shouts of muffins, cakes, and pies are heard. The three other people follow them.

Thinking quickly, I decide to follow them. "Come Wubby." The baby griffin unleashes a soft pur-chirp and scrambled after me.

-- 

We find ourselves climbing the steps while dodging different types of food at the same time. There's broccoli, cream pies, blueberry muffins, and cakes. Finally, at the top, I enter a giant room filled with chaos.

Insane creatures and humanoids are chasing each ither which way, yelling and throwing insults at each other. The Chinese Hermione and Voldemort are casting spells, and smushed veggies are flying everywhere.

I'm about to say something when I notice Wubdub has stopped cowering near my feet. Instead, he leaps into the air, making a failed attempt at flying, then bounds off into the messy crowd.

"No!" I shout. A little guy like him would surely be trampled or hurt. I'm about to race after him when my ultra-sensitive feel a hand reaching into my pocket. I spin my body around and my fist clenches around the thief's arm. My government instincts tell me to kill this person, but my better judgment beats me to it. 

"Pickpocket!" I exclaim, forgetting all about Wubdub. 

Feather~

"OW!"

I rub my forehead, opening my eyes to a squint. "ST.OOOOWL! DEV GOT INTO MY ROOM AGAIN!"

Dev laughs, firing another brussels sprout at me. Thank goodness he was dancing around, too, or it would've hit me in the stomach.

"No fair shooting at me when I'm asleep!" I say angrily, sitting up in my bed. My bat wings flutter, trying to get some feeling back into them. Great. I slept on them. Again.

"It is too fair!" Dev says. "Everything is fair! THERE ARE NO RULES!"

"Of course there are rules! Do you call this no rules?" I hold up my dictionary.

"St.Owl isn't here!"

"What are you talking about? You invaded my room! She's in the house somewhere!"

He dives onto my bed and starts bouncing. "St.--Owl's--Not--Here!--It's--Some--Sort--Of--Hotel!" he says, speaking one word with every bounce.

I smash the dictionary on his head. "Get off!"

As happens with AEs, the tone of the room escalates VERY quickly. Elsa chases Torstyn who chases Puck who chases Dev, who's firing brussels sprouts everywhere. Pinkie PIEper is shouting about how all cakes are pies and Mandy's shouting about how all pies are muffins. 

So, all cakes are muffins? I think, smashing my dictionary on Dev's head again.

Deciding to avoid the chaos and insanity, I fly out of the room. Maybe I can find Critic A; she's sane, at least.

MewFour

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I wake up, my skin feeling dry and my head aching. "Uggh..." I groan, not opening my eyes. "Cloud. Get me my Masterball." I wait for a few seconds, but she doesn't show up. "Cloud?" I ask one more time. Finally, when no response comes, I hiss angrily and sit up. Cloud's not anywhere. 

"What the..." I say as I look around. "Where am I?" It looks like I'm in a hotel room. I can't see anyone else until the most infuriating voice pops up from behind a wall.

"Finally awake, dude?" The obnoxiously calm face of 8-Piece appears in the doorway of a different room, his stupid hair plastered on his face like a wet mop. 

"What are you doing here?" I snarl, forcing myself not add 'intruder' in case Cloud is around. My skin is itching really badly, and I can feel my tail thrasing from side to side.

"Isn't it obvious?" he yawns. "We're in some hotel with a load of other AE's 'n CAPTCHAS n' stuff." Disappearing into his room with a flick of his shaggy tail, the door closes with a click. Finally I can't stand it anymore.

"rrrRRRGH!" I cry, telekinteically lifting all the objects in this hotel room to fly into the air and smash into others. "That... snrrl... idiot!" In fact, the only thing stopped me from turning this room into dust is the fact that Vixtion chooses that moment to come bounding in, and Cloud would toss me into the back threads if I ever hurt her CAPTCHA. 

"MwFr!" she cried. "What arre you doing?" I glared at the door 8-Piece had come through, not wantng to explain. She nodded and skittered over to the door, slipping through. Rolling my eyes, I took a quick check in the mirror that turned into a five-minute check in the mirror. Finally, sporting my amazing fedora, I ventured out of the room to find the other AE's. 

A little ways down the hall, Mandy and Pinkie are bouncing around, squealing "ALL CAKES ARE PIES ALL PIES ARE MUFFINS!!" Tch, I think. No appetite for uncilvilzed chaos. Feeling evil, I walk past them and say, just loud enough for the two to hear, "All muffins are cakes." They freeze, staring at me. I chortle, floating along. It's so much fun to prey on their crazy minds, especially when one is as dashing and powerful as I. Turning the corner, I almost smash into the beings standing there. "Hey, watch here you're--" I start, before I see who they are. One is a girl with frizzy brown hair, an exasperated look on her face. That's Hémîn, Cloud's told me about that brain. Another I recognize as Puck, with her raven wings. The third makes me blanch. It's... the Dark Lord, Fúdìmó. 

"Milord!" I gasp. My apologies. He looks at me imperiously. Ooops, I think. But it's fine. He'd never destroy one who obeys him as I do.  

Could we make a list of who's a CAPTCHA, who is an Æ, who is sane, and who isn't?

Hèmǐn isn't insane; Just really, really, annoying.

Fúdìmó is definitely insane. He is EVIL.

Xiǎo tùzǐ is innocent and really silly, but not insane.

~Elsa 

I stretch, confused to have found myself in cat-form. I didn't go to sleep that way, did I? "Cho's not here yet, is she?" I ask Blizzard.

"ALL CAKES ARE PIIIIIIIIIIESSSSS!!!!!" Pinkie screams. I sit up. We're in a room that looks like it belongs in a hotel, other than the fact that it has cakes painted over the walls. Yeesh.

"Um, Blizzard, what time is it?" I ask hoping against hope that it will give us some information. "7 am."

"Oh, Gandalf. Cho would be here. Unless this isn't the CB."

Pinkie runs out of the room, an arsenal of pies in stock. "ALL PIES ARE MMMUUFFFFIIINNNSS!!!!!!!" comes the answering call. "Sloth! Are you here?" I ask in a panic. Wherever we are, this is not good.

"Ocrs," he says from a corner. "Do you mean orcs?" I ask. I've never been skilled in translating CAPTCHA. "He says 'Of course'," Blizzard says. Right. Well. Several disturbing noises sound nearby, followed with, "NO FLYING BRUSSEL SPROUTS!!!!"

So. That tells me two things. 1. Mandy is here, probably with Critic A, and Feather and Dev. I rush out of the room, hoping to find out what's going on to see Torstyn running around.

"TORSTYN!! WE NEED TO TAAAALK!!!" I yell as Pinkie starts a pie war. But Torstyn ignores me and continues running after ... Puck. 

Critc A is an AE, she is sane, and thinks that the majority of the AEs are idiots.

Mandy is an AE, she is not quite insane, just very, very, hyper and lacking common sense.

Ookz is a CAPTCHA, is very cute, fluffy, sane, and harmless. 

Dev is an AE, and he is the definition of insane.

Feather is an AE (NO, YOU ARE NOT A SIDEKICK) and she's a sane mastermind.

Clode is a CAPTCHA and he's an adorable sane mastermind as well. I like masterminds.

MewFour is an AE, and he's short-tempered, very vain, clever, and yes, pretty insane. 

8-Piece is also an AE, and he's laid-back, chill, and can be pretty infuriating.

Vixtion is a CAPTCHA, and she's cute, fluffy, and a little annoying at times.  

Can Hèmǐn have a crush on someone!

~{}~ Torstyn

"Mmmm..." I mumble, rolling over in my bed. Saturday. Ballet will be gone all day. What should I do...

"Ahhhh!!!!" someone screams from across the room. "OMyGandalfWhat'sGoingOn?!?!"

I peep open my eyes to see BABTMP sitting up in her bed, wings ruffled and hair a rat's nest of dark brown strands. "What?" I mutter. "Nothing's wrong."

"Oh he's right about that!" PSXtreme yells from her own bed, jumping up and down on her standard hotel-issued sheets. Wait, hotel-issued sheets?!? "Ballet's GONE!!!" she shouts, jumping to the floor with an expert flip. "THIS IS AWESO-"

"NO IT IS NOT!!!" BABTMP yells, untangling her hair while she paces anxiously around the room. "If Ballet's gone-"

But she's interrupted by someone else, presumably outside our door. "ALL CAKES ARE PIIIIIIIIES!!!"

I jump up and throw open the door, only to see PinkiePIEper, Cho C.'s newest AE running down the hall. 

"What's going on!?!" I shout at her.

"WE'RE ALL STUCK IN THIS HOTEL TOGETEHR AND THERE ARE NO CBERSSSSS!!!!" she squeals, voice fading as she sprints away.

Five minutes later, I'm chasing Puck, trying to see if she has any clue what's going on (ok, maybe to try to ask her out too...), but she's chasing Dev, who's trying to avoid most of the pies flying through the air, and Elsa's hot on my heels, yelling "TORSTYN, WE NEED TO TALK!!!" while trying to freeze my feet to the floor. PSXtreme's hitting everybody in sight with flaming pies, and BABTMP is cowering under a table full of a continental breakfast with Mrs. Elton and Mandy. Suddenly, a blur of golden fur and feathers bowls over Puck, consequently causing me to trip over her, and Elsa to trip over me. Dev continues on his way, shouting, "SEE YA SUCKERS!!!" at the top of his lungs. 

Desperate to get away from Elsa, I snatch up the furry golden blob and Puck's arm and drag them both to a different room in the hotel. The blob plops onto a bed and uncurls to reveal a small half-bird half-lion cub, presumably a griffon.

"Ok," I say, releaved to be out of the mess in the main room. "Who the heck are you?"