Reserving, I SWEAR ILL POST TOMORROW!!

EEP! I'll just slide on in here...

1 Name: Moonlight

2 Answers: What is your gender and what are your pronouns? Female she/her

4 Things You’re Bringing: clothes/toiletries, my journal, pencil, books, 

5 Words to Describe Your Personality: weird, optamistic, artistic, livley, and headstrong

6 Words to Describe your Appearance: brown wavy hair, freckles, and violet eyes

Is 7 your favorite number? If not, what is? No my favorite number is 18

On a scale of 1-10, what’s your favorite color of the alphabet? Avocado

Can I come too?

Sure! If we can slide in last minute

Yay!

1 Name: Logan

2 Answers: What is your gender and what are your pronouns? Female she/her

4 Things You’re Bringing: flower crowns, my pastel pink poloroid camera and printer, my sketchbook, and colored pencils 

5 Words to Describe Your Personality: Artistic, enthusiastic, creative, stylish, and fun!

6 Words to Describe your Appearance: short wavy light blue hair, and short

Is 7 your favorite number? If not, what is? No my favorite number is 3

On a scale of 1-10, what’s your favorite color of the alphabet? I'm sorry what?

So here we are I hope we can slide in a little uh on time? Thanks! 

We would really appreciate it if you would post your sheets as soon as possible. If you don't have the time to fill them all out at the moment, even just telling us which companions (if any) you're bringing would be helpful.

Thanks! 

^^^

The theme is that a nice little app is very nice but I don’t have any idea where to get these things on it or if you could have it or you could have a few minutes or more but it was probably a nice little app to try it out.

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Day One

Kitten read the letter curiously. A vacation with no deaths? It didn’t really seem possible. Nonetheless, she wasn’t going to give up this opportunity, no matter how likely it was to involve deaths, so she called her two AEs, filled out the form, and hopped on her butterfly. Gale and Breeze, her AEs, floated along behind her on their own butterflies - had they appeared when her back was turned? She wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter, since the flapping of the butterfly’s wings was so soothing, and she was so tired…

When she finally woke up, her butterfly had just landed in front of a beautiful mansion. Yawning, she pulled herself up and began to walk toward it. She saw other CBers and their companions landing around her, many of them also appearing to wake up as they landed.

“Quite soothing, isn’t it?” she remarked to Viola?, who happened to be nearby.

“Yeah! I got on the butterfly, wasn’t even that tired, but then I just - ah!” Viola? looked down at her foot, which had just stepped on a brownish lump. “What is that?”

“It looks like a dead squirrel,” remarked Fleet, who had just arrived in front of them, “but didn’t the letter say there would be absolutely no dead squirrels?”

Kitten whipped the letter out of her pocket. “You are invited on the vacation of a lifetime… blah blah blah… that means no deaths… blah blah blah... and absolutely NO dead squirrels!” she read.

“That seems kinda sketchy,” said Viola?.

“Exactly…” said Fleet thoughtfully.

“We should definitely ask about that,” Kitten declared.

She was distracted from her discussion by the sound of someone clapping their hands. Looking up, she saw a tall, slim woman in a lab coat standing at the base of the stairs leading up to the mansion.

“Hello hello!” said the woman rapidly. “Please gather round me. I’m Director 1, and I’ll be giving you some instructions and information this morning. First, I have your room assignments-”

“Pardon me, Director,” cut in Kitten somewhat sharply, “but why was there a dead squirrel when we arrived even though your letter specifically said there would be absolutely no dead squirrels?” 

“There was?” said Director 1. “Oh. Um. Yeah, so our bad-things-repelling force field is not quite finished yet, but Director 2 is working on it right now.” There was a slight pause. “I said, Director 2 is working on it right now!”

At that moment, the walkie-talkie peeking out of Director 1’s pocket crackled and began to speak. “1? This is Director 2. I’m just informing you that I’m working on the force field right now, I repeat, I’m working on the force field right now.”

Kitten and Viola? exchanged skeptical glances.

“So, that covers that, doesn’t it? Now, as I was saying, I have your room assignments here for you. In Fun One, we have Fleet, Moonlight, and Puck. In Moo Two, we have Logan, Nymph, and Viola?. In Lore Four, we have Barnswallow, Gale, Joan B. of Arc, and Kitten. And in Dive Five, we have Breeze, Leo, Sea Glass, and TheaterGirl. Right, any questions? Yes, Leo?”

“Why is there no room three?” asked Leo.

Director 1 hesitated for just a second. “I’m sorry, I’ve gone temporarily deaf in my right ear and haven’t any idea what you just said. Any other questions?”

Nymph raised her hand. “Are you absolutely sure this is going to be safe?”

“Yes, yes, absolutely! Just as soon as we get the force field fixed up, everything will be perfectly safe. Now, I’ll take you on a tour of the mansion, okay?”

The party filed through the giant front doors and into a large entry hall. The ceiling was at least twenty feet high with a high arch, and in combination with the stained glass windows and marble floor, the whole thing felt rather like a cathedral. Director 1 stopped in front of a bronze fountain in the middle of the room to point out which doors went where (one went outside, one to the kitchen, and one to the movie theater). She then gathered those who were still ogling and led them down a golden-bricked hallway to a more mundane kitchen stocked with junk food. After a brief snack, they followed another golden-bricked hallway to a library with bookshelves so tall that they blocked the windows, and the only light came from a few silver candelabras. 

The tour seemed to take forever, going up and down and around and through needlessly extravagant rooms, until they finally plodded up a spiral staircase to a homey nook. Four doorways lined the walls, each labeled neatly in elaborate script: Fun One, Moo Two, Lore Four, and Dive Five.

Kitten pushed open the door to Lore Four, followed closely by Barnswallow, Gale, and Joan. She smiled in delight. There was no sign of the shiny extravagance evident throughout the rest of the mansion. Instead, the pentagonal room had two walls entirely covered in bookshelves, two bunk beds, and a cozy circle of armchairs in the center. As she pulled a random book from the wall and plopped down to read,  Joan sat on a bed and began to write in her journal, and Gale examined the maps on the walls for errors, Barnswallow explored a mysterious door in the wall, which turned out to lead to the library. Amid all this activity, Kitten almost managed to forget about Director 1’s odd behavior. Almost.

Wow... great start! I love this so far!

Day Two

Moonlight woke late and opened her eyes to see Puck gone and Fleet playing on the pinball machine in the corner, though not very well, judging by the groans coming from that side of the room. Appearing to finally lose her patience, she turned off the machine and headed back toward Moonlight.

“Good morning!” Fleet called, seeing that the other was awake. “Want to go down to breakfast together?”

Moonlight nodded, rolled out of bed, and pulled on some clothes. The two of them skipped down to breakfast, only to stop abruptly in the doorway. The rest of the CBers and AEs appeared to be having a food fight. They were all covered in food, and more was flying through the air. A large group was barricaded behind a table for protection. In fact, as Moonlight stared, she realized that the only person not behind the table was Puck, who was covered in food and perfectly happy. Fleet sighed, causing Moonlight to look over.

“What’s wrong with a food fight? This looks awfully fun!” she said with a smile. Fleet shrugged and joined the party behind the table, while Moonlight grabbed a nearby apple and threw it at Puck. The AE grinned and threw it right back.

By the time the directors peeked in the door, both Moonlight and Puck were covered in food and laughing.

“May I have your attention, please?” said Director 1 calmly. The food fighters continued food fighting. She sighed and looked at the other woman, presumably Director 2.

“HEY HEY HEY, LISTEN UP, LISTEN UP!” she yelled.

There was a stunned silence.

“You’re supposed to say ‘Hey hey hey, listen up, shh,’” added Director 1 helpfully. A few CBers did so. 

“Next time I do that, I expect all of you to respond,” said the other woman, looking over her wire glasses disapprovingly. “I’m Director 2, by the way, and I’ll be running some of your activities today. But before I tell you what those activities are, I think you two need to go shower off.” She waved her hand in a shooing motion at Moonlight and Puck, who promptly headed off to the nearest bathroom. 

When they got back, clean and hastily dressed, they discovered that Director 2 had started explaining without them. 

“...and if you don’t want to go to the kitchen,” she was explaining, “the second option is the movie theater, where you will be watching a documentary on giraffe feeding habits. Alternatively, you may go to the library, where our lab assistants will be monitoring silent reading. But before you get too excited, know that the reading will be of certain informational books we’ve chosen for you. Got all that? Now, you’re welcome to move around between activities if you aren’t enjoying them, so long as you are sure not to linger in between. I think that’s all the information, so shoo!”

Taken by surprise, Moonlight wasn’t sure where to go, so she followed the person in front of her to the movie theater and settled down to watch this documentary. Despite her worries that it would be boring, it actually turned out to be quite well-made, and she became quite interested.

A few rows back from her, another person sat watching the documentary, but her attention was not quite as focused as Moonlight’s. In fact, a few minutes after the start, she got up and walked out of the room. The few people who noticed her leave assumed that she was going to the kitchen, or perhaps the library. In fact, however, she was heading to neither of these places, nor the bathroom. 

She slipped out the door of the theater, pulled a flashlight from her pocket, and began to study the bricks on the wall. She moved the beam of light around, catching the bricks from different angles, until something on the side of one of the bricks finally caught her eye. She bent in to study it, chipping away at the mortar with her fingernail. The work seemed to take forever, but finally, it was clear. She nodded in satisfaction. This was exactly what she had thought. Now, on to the next part.

The person tiptoed down the hallway, through a door, and into the entry hall, where she moved to the center of the room. She crouched down and studied the bottom of the bronze fountain. Her feet squeaked against the marble floor as she moved around it in a careful circle, searching, studying, hoping... Finally, the flashlight beam caught on a small inscription. The happiness that came from this was short-lived, though. Her smile dropped as she heard a voice behind her.

“What are you doing here?” asked Director 1 sharply. 

The person turned around, quickly coming to a decision.

“She said, what are you doing here?” Director 2 added. “Shouldn’t you be at a nice, fun, informative activity?” 

The person smiled. “Oh, but I’m finding this so much more fun and informative!” she said in a tone as sugary as white chocolate. “I know all about what’s going on with you and your threes.”

Director 2 visibly flinched at the last word.

“Now, now,” said Director 1 quite quickly. “You’re drastically misunderstanding. There’s nothing going on with us and… that number.”

“Oh, no-no-no,” said the girl. “I know everything about your bronze fountain and silver candelabras and golden bricks.”

Both of the directors gasped.

“Fine,” said Director 1, biting her lip, “what do you want?”

“What I want is very simple,” the person said. “I want you to stop working on the force field.”

Director 2 pulled her partner aside and began to whisper frantically. Director 1 shook her head firmly, then turned back to the girl. “We will do that, given, of course, that you keep this information to yourself.” The girl nodded, so the director continued. “May I ask? Why do you want us to do this?”

The girl’s lips spread into a scary smile. “I want to kill all of your other guests.”

Ella--

We're very sorry that happened to you! If you still wish to join, we're willing to add you in. You can post your sheet (although just yours- we can't manage more than one person) in the next couple of days, and we'll work you in.

Directors 1 and 2