Dear thread, by order of Chatterbox Camp, do kindly... TOP!

I love it, Abi! Can't wait for more!

You've captured Wordy's and my personalities perfectly! 

Clouded Leopard hadn’t really wanted to come to camp. Sure, it was bound to be fun, but such things aren’t as enjoyable unless you have a friend to go with. As the group of campers, led by two heavily contrasting counselors, bustled off towards the cabins, Cloud couldn’t help noticing that most people were clumped together, mostly in clusters of two or three, whispering and laughing.

She looked down at her scuffed up sneakers as she kept walking. Not noticing that they had reached the cabin and halted, Cloud smashed into the person in front of her.

“Careful.” The girl who she had run into flicked a strand of raven-black hair over her shoulder.

Cloud nodded silently.

“Hey campers!” A cheerful voice sang. A counselor Cloud hadn’t seen yet, waved at the assembled kids, sky-blue eyes sparkling.

There was a dissonant hello called back in reply.

“Welcome to Chatterbox Camp!” The counselor continued. “I’m sure that you’ll have an awesome week. But before we get to the fun stuff, some introductions! I’m Icy, the G-B cabin leader.” Icy gave a wave.

A tall teenager with auburn hair and green eyes, whom had been out front greeting the bus, was next. “Nova here, I’ll be your counselor if you’re in G-A.”

She then looked pointedly at the boy next to her, as if inviting him to introduce himself. He seemed to either ignore this or not notice, staring blankly into space. Nova shoved him hard, and he glared at her.

“Oops.” Nova blinked innocently.

“I’m MewFour.” The teenager sighed. “I’ll be your counselor if you’re a dude.”

The next one, a girl named Beth (who looked a little younger than the others) stepped up. She explained, a little shyly, that she was the junior counselor for G-B. 

Daisy heard Bolton whistle from next to her. “Dang, she’s hot.”

“Bolt, you suck.” She hissed back sharply. Geez, the guy had a one-track mind. 

“Here are your cabin assignments.” Nova continued, reading off of a clipboard that Icy had just passed to her. “In G-A, we have Daisy, Cloud, and Novelist.” 

There were some small murmurings of approval, or maybe the opposite. It was difficult to tell. Nova handed the paper to Beth and gave her an encouraging smile.

“Oh, okay, so Gossamer, Kestrel, Booksy, and Wordsy will be in G-B with Icy and me. The guys will be with MewFour.”

“He seems like a jerk.” Bolton muttered.

“Don’t be rude.” Daisy admonished.

“We’re in the same cabin! We’re in the same cabin!” Wordsy sang, jumping up and down.

Booksy grinned and pushed her glasses up her nose. “You’re really too hyperactive.”

“Well, you’re just to hyper-BORING!” Wordsy giggled at her own cleverness, pigtails swinging.

Her sister rolled her eyes. “Come on, let’s find our counselor. I predict we will now be escorted to our cabins.”

That was hilarious! You caught me and my AEs perfectly! 

Oh my goodness, Abi, I was beginning to worry you wouldn't follow through on this! Thanks so much for proving me wrong! I love it! It's really funny, and you captured our personalities perfectly.

Yaaay! Adventure time! Fun! Go cabin GB! 

Hey, remember when this was... not dead...?

Gossamer plonked her duffel bag onto the floor next to the bunk bed. Her friend Kestrel’s face swung down from above her, silver-blue hair flowing downward like a waterfall.

“How’s your setting up going?” Kes asked.

“Fine.” Gossamer pulled out her dark blue sleeping bag and began spreading it out onto the bunk. Fortunately the mattress was seemed clean. “Since you’re top bunk, by the way, I get three shelves in the dresser and you get two.”

“No fair!” Kestrel hopped down from her bed. “What kind people are so stupid as to put five shelves in a cabinet supposed to be shared by two?”

“Probably you.” Gossamer joked, carelessly tossing her pillow onto the sleeping bag. “Okay, fine, we’ll work out a system. We each get two shelves for clothes and then share the last one. For toiletries and whatever.”

“Deal.” Kestrel carefully placed a stack of t-shirts in the top slot. 

Gossamer rummaged through her bag a bit before finding her slightly rumpled pile of shirts. “Aha.”

It was another fifteen minutes before both girls were satisfied with their organization skills. 

“We’re the best!” Kestrel pumped her fist in the air. “Booyah! Done first!” Gossamer rolled her eyes but smiled.

“Booksy, you can’t use a whole shelf just for books.” Wordsy whined from across the room.

“I obviously can, since I just did. You should probably say that I may not, in which case I will keep them in my bag.”

“You’re a know-it-all.”

“Ha.” Booksy sat on the edge of her bed, a trifle smugly. “Well, I suppose know-it-alls are more efficient with their unpacking.”

There was a grumble from Wordsy as she unceremoniously dumped out the contents of her duffel onto the ground. They lay there in a very messy pile.

“Have fun with that.” Booksy couldn’t help saying.