Thanks for explaining that to Wubdub, Joan!

Spyro, I hear your plea for help. I can lend my dagger... *pats pockets* Where'd it go?

Sorry, but I confiscated your dagger as soon as I read that Spyro's going to try and kill H.A.B. In fact, I will take measures to help my poor CBer.

No fair! GIVE IT BACK!

Plus, is Spyro killed H.A.B, he'd die too. After all, he's H.A.B's AE. 

Feisty~

"You totally like me," I say with confidence.

"Fine! Maybe a bit. But please," she says, blushing the color of raspberry pie filling, which I see being filled into a nearby pie. "Don't tell anyone! That will MURDER my reputation. Then I will MURDER you, no matter how I feel." She's still blushing, but it quickly fades.

"That I can do." Besides, you're not the only one with a reputation to think of.

"Alright then. Everything said in this room, stays in this room. I'll see you later?"

I nod, and with that we both exit, heading opposite directions into the depths of the hotel. Before we leave, though, she says in a low undertone, "Ballet would laugh so hard if she knew. So definitely don't tell her, or Coconut, okay?" Pie Slinger says, looking sad at the thought of her CBer. I feel the same way at the mention of Coconut. "Yeah. I know." 

I walk to the disgusting hotel room with little kittens on the wall and plop on my bed. Licorice says, withought looking up from her fashion magazine, "How was the pie war?"

"How should I know?" I ask. "I wasn't at the pie war recently." 

Can we still join? Ok I'm joining. 

You didn't even wait for an answer.

We're Æs. We can do what we want.

Don't even explain or try to explain the reasoning behind that. Anyways I bet you can't make yourself get in.

Not even with this? *cute kitten eyes*

Ok break it up, guys. 

gxhf

And no one can understand you, Cass. 

Puck~

Day 1 

Dear Journal,

Today has been a really busy day. It all started this morning, when I woke up. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and wait a minute. I don't have a window in my bedroom. I opened my sleepy eyes, only to see a room, that wasn't mine.

"Joan?" I whispered cautiously. No answer. "Joan?" Still no answer.

Sir Galahad peered in from the other side of the room. "She's not here. You and I are some of the first ones awake."

Now I was officially confused. "Where are we?"

"We are in an AE and CAPTCHA hotel. I went exploring while you were asleep."

"So, we're in here, without our CBers?"

He nodded.

"Are we the only AE's and CAPTCHAS here?"

He shook his heaD. "Ever yAEa ndCA PTCH A,us edby CBer sare here."

"Does that mean Dev might be here?!?!"

He nodded. "Fift hflo or,fi fthd oorto your left."

I was already scrambling to the door before he finished his sentence. "Thanks Galahad!" I shouted over my shoulder. When I reached the fifth floor, I saw Dev slowly coming out of his room. Squealing in delight, I called out to him, "Dev!"

He turned to me and groaned. "Oh no." Quickly, he turned away and ran straight for the stairs, while I chased after him, still trying to get his attention. When we reached the fourth floor, Torstyn saw me and chased after me.

On the third floor, Elsa saw Torstyn and ran after him, calling "Torstyn, we need to talk!"

On the second floor, I saw Sir Galahad knocking on Vixtion's door, but I kept chasing Dev until we reached the lobby on the first floor.

I don't remember who started it, or even remember the exact details, but what I do remember is that someone threw a pie, and then someone else yelled "Pie War!" That's when things REALLY got crazy. Everyone started throwing pies at each other, with me in the middle of it. I just stood there, too shocked to do anything, and looking for Dev. I had lost sight of him when the pie war started. A pie came hurdling towards my face, and I quickly turned into a crow before it hit me. When I turned back into myself, a golden ball of fur slammed into me, which Torstyn grabbed at the same time managing to grab my hand, and ran straight towards a closet. Everything was happening too fast, and before I could even ask Torstyn why he brought me into a closet, I heard the door open slowly, and Elsa walked in. I quickly blended in with the shadows, and turned into a crow before she could see me.

Torstyn jumped when he saw her. "Elsa?"

She snorted, rolling her eyes. "Really?" she asked.

That's when I chimed in. "Yeah Torstyn, she's a cat-girl. Cats and crows have about equal IQ's."

Elsa looked up. "Puck?!?"

I grinned sheepishly. "Yeah."

"How? What's going on?" she asked as she sent a burst of ice towards Torstyn's feet.

"I dragged Puck in here, so I ... I..."

"Say it!" she hissed. "To see if she knows anything about what's going on! Crows are smart, so Crow-girls have to be even smarter!" She started to circle him. "What about me?" she demanded, and hissed dangerously again. "Aren't I smart enough for you?" 

"Uh..."

"WELL FINE THEN!" she said as she turned and dropped her voice down to a whisper. I couldn't hear the rest of their conversation that well, but when Elsa walked out of the room, I burst into tears. I had no idea what to do, or what to think. I was torn, between Torstyn's crush on me, my own crush on Dev, and my friendship with Elsa. 

"Puck," Torstyn started to say.

"Stop. Stop right there. I know what you are going to say, and I don't want to hear it. I don't need your pity."

"But Puck,"

"Just go away, ok?" I yelled at him and started to cry some more. "I told you, I DON'T NEED YOUR PITY!" I quickly turned around, opened the closet door, adn ran away.

"Puck, wait!" Torstyn called from behind me. I wanted to stay and see if he would follow me, but I decided to keep running to my own room. If I couldn't have Torstyn, and keep Elsa's friendship at the same time, then he couldn't have me. The moment I got to my room, I flung myself onto my bed, and cried myself to sleep. I just wanted to go home to Joan, and to my regular room. None of this would be happening if she was here. She would know what to do. That's when I remembered the journal Joan gave to me as a present. I always kept it in my prank bag, just in case I needed to write my feelings down, when no one else understood me. The great thing about this journal, was that it had a lock on  it that only I could open. Otherwise, if anyone else besides me opened it, they were haunted with pranks for the rest of their life.

I thought about Joan again. She knew how I feel, and she loves me, even though I'm always pranking her. Maybe when I get home, or even IF I get home, I can talk to her again. I just wish someone, besides Joan knows exactly how I feel. *Sigh.* Only in my dreams so far. I hear someone approaching the door. I hope it's Galahad back from seeing Vixtion... till tomorrow!

-Yours truly,

Puck 

The golden ball of fur is Nugget, right?

Swift~

I wake up to hear Feisty bonk his head on the ceiling, saying, "Ow! Licorice?! What are you doing in here?! Eh, you can have this disgusting room. Where else can I sleep?" Licorice sits up abruptly. "What, is Coco here already?" she asks sleepily.

"NO. We're in a hotel," Feisty replies, and that gets my attention. 

"What hotel?" I ask, but no one hears me. 

"WHAT?!!!!????!!! WHY?!!!" Licorice exclaims indignantly.

"I don't know. I'm going to go explore." And then Feisty leaves the room. My keen dragon ears pick up the faint noise of Pinkie PIEper shouting "ALL CAKES ARE PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEESSS!!!" and Mandy, answering "ALL PIES ARE MUUUUUUFFFFFIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNSSS!!!!!!" So. AEs are at this place. 

"YESSS!" Feisty darts back into the room and grabs his bag, then darts out. 

"Heyy Licorice, what hotel is this?" I ask, even though I know she doesn't know. I have a faint idea.

"I have absolutely no idea, Swift." Licorice grabs a fashion magazine of hers and starts to read. No help there. I walk to the door and find there's a small dog flap. A CAPTCHA flap. Who made this place? Whoever they are, at least I can get in and out of this room on my own. I saunter out, and chaos meets my eyes. A pie war. I spot Wubdub trying to fly and kind of suceeding, exactly what my attempts are like when I'm stressed or panicked. My nose catches a scent as I go in a roundabout fashion downstairs. This is a different scent, one that I know. I smell dragon. Could it be Feisty? my mind wonders, but he's in dragon-boy form, in which he doesn't smell like a dragon. Plus, he smells different... So, who could it be? I start to follow the scent, but a pie flies above my head, replacing the dragon-scent with cream pie scent. I can figure out the mysterious scent later. I lick some cream off of the pie and comtinue on my way downstairs. Just in time to see Torstyn pick up Nugget, grab Puck, and shove her into a closet, Elsa hot on his tail. "ELSA?????????!!!!" Torstyn yells in surprise and dismay. Tough luck, buddy. At least you don't have to speak in four-letter words all the time! A pie is plummiting straight towards me, and I think It's now or never. You can fly only when you're unpanicked, unstressed, and you DON'T HAVE A PIE HURTLING TOWARDS YOU AT 100 MPH!!!!!! But today is the end of that... OK? I flap my wings desperately, but it's not working. The pie comes closer... Closer... and in the nick of time, I take flight! I'm so high... Wait. I'm an inch off the ground and the pie narrowly missed me. Great. Well, I'll just concentrate on flying higher, then. I beat my wings faster, and... lose my rhythm and fall to the ground. No success there, either. 

"FSTY! HELP, FSTY!" I scream, for I've stumbled into a trap. A trap which triggers a pie falling. On my head. I squirm in the trap's grip, but I see Feisty flying off into the morning. My screams increase in volume--I hate baths, and the pie falling on me will insure a bath. But it's too late. The pie hit me. Luckily, the trap loosens after impact. Licorice bursts out, having heard my screams, and sees me. "Oh, you poor thing!" she says, and ventures in to grab me and give me a bath. NO!!! NOW I DON'T WANT YOU!!!!! YOU'LL GIVE ME A BATH!!!!! I DON'T WANT A BATH!!!!! I run off into the crowd, and she gives up after searching after a while. My bath is evaded. I run to under a table and lick all of the yummy raspberry cream off of me. And the crust! And then I remember: the dragon-scent. I'll follow it now! I bounce off happily, running in to Pinkie PIEper in the hallway. "HYYE, little-dragon-whose-name-is-Swift!" she yells enthusiastically. "Have ya seen MANDY?! She's gone, and I have to blast her with this PIE!!!"  

"Noii hvnt, Pnky. Hwbt yuak Fsty?" I say, and she concentrates for a bit. "You said: No-I-haven't-Pinkie.-Howabout-you-ask-Feisty?" 

"Yess, thts riht," I reply. "OKAY, thANKS!!!!!!" She runs off, muttering in what she must think is a quiet manner, "Now, where is Feisty?"

"Your wlcm!" I call over to her. Now, what was I doing? Oh yes, the scent! I run, following the scent, but at some point it must've changed to FOOD-scent, I mean PASTRY-scent, 'cause I end up in the Bakery. Which was just as well, because I'm very hungry. I flap my wings with delight upon seeing the pies and cakes and cookies and muffins, and I unexpectedly rise into the air. I keep the steady pattern up-small beat, small beat, small beat, BIG!-and I gain height. Now to steer. I lean the way I want to go, and start to glide. I grab a yummy-looking cookie, munching on it as I leave the room. Yum! All thoughts of the mysterious dragon-scent are driven out of my mind.

~~~~

I have a plot for this dragon-scent... MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! 

This place is getting weird. There's so much going, stuff I don't really understand. There's a girl with pink skin constantly yelling at everyone she meets, and what's with everyone chasing after everyone every which way? Insanity goes far, I guess. 

Trying to get out of the crowd and into some fresh air, I squeeze by the AE's, unnoticed. I wind arpund their feet and dodge beneath their legs, while lapping up a few food spills along the way. Occasionally I check back over my shoulder to see if Nova's following. She isn't.

And then I bump into Pinkie PIEper.

Oh no.

"HELLOOOO GRIFFIN THINGY," she screams, trying to be heard over the racket. "HAVE YOU SEEN FEISSSSTY?!"

I cower slightly at her loud demeanour, She towers over me, looking down with a big, cheesy grin and wild, glazed eyes.

"Uhhh," I say when I finally have the courage, "Iiii dont know." It's the truth [note: I actually forgot where Feisty went].

"WELL THANKS ANYWAY!!!" she exclaims.

"Okay . . ." I watch as she bounces off, pie in hand.  

I pur-chirp when I finally noticed the balcony. I grin, about to go near it, when I see a small figure in the distance. I squint, cock my head, and see a green dragon looking around, as if she were lost. But at the same time, her nose is in the air, a pose I'm all too familar with. She's on the trail of a scent, and by her distraction appearance, a very interesting scent.

Her name is what, Swift? Before I can go outside on the balcony, I find myself getting side-tracked and staring at her. Hmm, she's cute, those pearly green scales that shimmer in the sunlight, those big, thought eyes, those wings that look like they could fly anywhere.

I roll my own eyes. Ugh, quit it. Seriously, there's no need for this. Like Nova always said, idiotic hijinks.

Clode~

"Hello?"

I open my eyes and look around. No one answers. The room is dark and there are two abandoned beds that seem to be upside down. One, why are there two beds, and two, why are they upside down?
I quickly stand up on my tiny little lumpy purple legs and totter out of my doggy bed. Where's St.? She always picks me up and carries me around so I don't have to walk like a sloth. Even Feather would be nice; we think similarly, and at least she's gentle. Just not Dev.

"St.Ol?" I say, cursing the fact that I can only talk in four-letter words. "Fe-ar?" 

I totter to the door, which, thank heavens, is open. Maybe if I can find Feather I'll get somewhere...

___

Feather~

"Oh! Clode!"
"Fe-ar!" he replies. I'm still busy in my hunt for Critic A, but if Clode's awake it would be cruel to have him totter about on his own.

"We're stuck in this hotel without our sane counterparts," I inform him. "Mandy's here, so Critic must be too, and I'm looking for her. Want to help?"
"Sure."
"Oh, right! Should I carry you?"
"Yees plese."

I scoop up the purple puffball. All I really want is to get in touch with some real sanity...

Ok so I actually have 6 Æs but I am only including my 3 most important ones because the other three don't do much (sorry Ice, Daisy and Violet). 

Other:none

Name: Lightning 

Type (Æ or CAPTCHA): Æ

Appearance: Yellow cat with glowing stripes. 

Personality: Also crazy. And Fire's most loyal servant. I mean SIDEKICK. 

Other: None

Name: Rose 

Type: Æ

Appearance: Regular looking person with strange bright pink hair.

Personality: A bit of a prankster. But all the pranks are harmless. Well... Harmless right.

Other: None.

And finally

Name: Cass

Type: CAPTCHA

Appearance: adorable fluffy purple kitten with fairy wings

Personality : ?

Other: zyfc  

Lightning-

I wake up in a strange place. First bad sign. Second one Parker's not here. Or Ice, Violet, and Daisy. At least Fire's awake.

"Where are we?" I ask.

"I thought it was obvious," Fire replies. Sometimes I feel annoyance at how he acts like he knows everything. "We're in a hotel with other Æs and CAPTCHAs and no CBs" 

"Æs and CAPTCHAs?" I question nervously "So does that mean it's not just us and Rose here?"

"Well now that you mention it..."

A ball of fuzz interrupts our conversation.

"Fire! Li-ng!" Cass exclaims  "Were Park? Rose wake?"

Fire gestures with his tail. "Let's get out of here before this four letter word talking furball ruins anything else."

Then we step into complete chaos. Pies flying everywhere and screaming. Excellent. 

this shall top

I'm adding Hobbes in to this. Let's pretend he was there from the beginning. *coughs awkwardly*

---- 

Hobbes~

Great. More imbecelic noise. Mandy comes dashing down the hall, laughing as Pinkie pelts pies at her. Somehow, she manages to escape a banana-cream-covered fate. Pinkie launches a pie in my dicrection.

Scowling, I catch it, walk over, and smash it into her face. She shrieks with glee and proceeds to try and eat it. 

What is this world coming to? Insanity, that's what. I need to find somewhere quiet. I fling open the door to our hotel room. Really, I don't know if it's ours or not, but we appeared there, and one of the beds is covered in muffin crumbs, so I suppose that's a territory marking.

I sit down on one of the chairs and hear a dull "smush". Standing up, I see I have sat on a muffin. Just brilliant. Brilliant. I chuck the evil pastry at the wall and watch it crumble in satisfaction. 

Just then, Critic A bursts into the room. "Oh, dictionaries, this is ba— Hobbes? What are you doing?" She pushes past me and starts rummaging in one of the drawers.

"What are YOU doing, is a better question?"

"Apologies, no time to talk," Critic snaps, finally pulling out a roll of duct tape. "Five second version: Dev and Volcano blew up the lobby. Everything is broken. Chaos is reigning. Pies are everywhere. There may be fatalities." She heads toward the door. "Another average day..." she mutters bitterly, exiting.