@admin, I was thinking that I should have posted this thread in Pudding's Place, since it's a ski-lodge... Please could you move it to Pudding's Place, if that's possible? It's okay if it's not possible, I just wondered!

Name: Silver Crystal

Age: 15

Pronouns: She/her

Personality: INTP

Appearance: Long brown hair, brown eyes, silver white shirt, bleached jeans, black and white vans 

Are you dangerous?: If I really try to be

Flight or Fight?: Flight

Favorite century: I have no idea! Maybe this one?

Other: :D

Reserving, unless the spots are all full.

name:luna silvermoon

Age:i guess 11,12? i have been world hopping for too long

pronouns:she/her

appearance:blue eyes,blue hair

are you dangerous:YES

flight or fight:flight

favorite century: the 37th

other: i have a talking clock named nightly,plz excuse him 

Name: Darkling

Age: That's highly classified. Although I'm sure if you absolutely must know the government has that information in a file in some underground maze. Not that they would give it to you. 

Pronouns: It matters not. Unlike many things in your life, this is completely up to you.

Personality: I use big/obscure words a lot, not to make me sound smart but to confuse other people, to say I'm insane would not be unaccurate, and often incredibly random and strange, you can never tell exactly what will tick me off and I will lose my temper quickly at the oddest things. (Getting tired of writing out my complex personality every time, so copy-and-paste is my friend.)

Appearance: Uneven short choppy dark hair with a dark blue stripe, freckles, shirts proclaiming my music taste, khaki shorts, an orange jacket, sometimes a grey knitted hat if I feel like it, small abnormally sharp teeth and a sarcastic sort of grin.

Are you dangerous?: Everything is dangerous. You could be smothered to death by a pillow. If an encyclopedia fell on your head from a great enough height, it could kill you. So yes, I am, with the right tools in hand, certainly dangerous. 

Flight or Fight?: Well, if I could fly, I would; but my attacker might also have means of being airborn, and anyway I haven't earned wings yet so FIGHT IT IS, TO THE DEATH.

Favorite century: Either the 1980s or 1990s. Probably 90s.

Other: My Doctor Who obsession is making a reappearance, and since this is a time-travel ski lodge you may frequently see me in a suit and a trenchcoat, holding a sonic screwdriver and yelling things like "allons-y!".

The clearing in the woods was a strange place, Flamarestii thought as she hurried along the path. No one went there but the squirrels, impudently springing from tree to tree, and the dark-eyed deer who stepped so softly among the shadows. Year after year the clearing had stood there, and never did any trees grow there or any human enter.

Flamarestii herself had discovered the clearing years ago, when she was a young child - she loved to explore outdoors. Some instinct had always warned her not to enter, but she loved to stand by the edge of it and enjoy the peaceful solitude there.

And now she was going to enter. Every fiber of her being seemed to be warning her - Don't go in there. It's empty and quiet for a reason.

She paused just behind the green, rustling screen that hid the clearing from her. What was she so worried about? Probably it was all a trick anyway, she reassured herself. And then she felt even better, for the shrill sound of voices ringing through the clear air came to her ears.

"So do you think this is just a trap?"

"Oh, come on," scoffed another voice. "Who would set a trap for us?"

Flamarestii pushed aside the overhanging branches and saw, to her amazement, that the clearing was full of people - all about her own age. There was a girl in long black robes sitting on a log, holding a conversation with a dark-haired person who seemed to be called Eclipse. A boyish-looking figure with short black hair was leaning against a tree, looking casual while he argued with someone else with long white hair. These and other figures were scattered everywhere. It took Flamarestii's breath away to se the once-empty clearing so casually taken over. The same instinct stirred inside here again. These people are risking their lives.

Just then she caught sight of a girl standing apart from the others,
an evil smirk on her face. By her side stood a wolf. A wolf? And the girl herself had wolf ears, and a tail.

"He's friendly," said the girl, but the expression on her face belied her words.

"Hi!" Someone waved to Flamarestii with a friendly smile. "I'm Amethyst, and we're all here to go on a time-travel trip. Let me introduce everyone - these are Hex, Reuby Moonnight, Darkling, Darkvine, Eclipse, Luna Silvermoon, Pangolin, Sterling, Artemis, Wolfy, and Silver Crystal. Are you coming too?"

Flamarestii nodded. "Yes. My name's Flamarestti. But how are we going to start? I don't see any machine."

"Like I was saying, it's obviously a hoax," said Darkling.

"What do we do now?" she asked.

"We wait. Very boring because time passes so slowly, but don't tell time that - I happen to know it personally and it likes to think it's the fastest thing since lightining bolts," said Darkling, much to everyone else's puzzlement.

Suddenly Flamarestii felt strange - as if time were a pool of water, and someone had thrown stones into it, causing waves and ripples to disturb the once-beautiful surface She turned, panting, to rush out of the clearing - to go anywhere, as long as it wasn't this spooky place..

But in that second, a hotel suddenly materialized, appearing silently and magically out of nowhere - out of time, perhaps. It looked exactly like something in any big city, except that above the rows of windows appeared the words: The Time Travel Inn.

"Okay, what?" gasped Hex.

"I thought it wasn't a hoax," said Amethyst.

A man, clothed in a formal black suit, came out.

"Hello, everyone," he said respectfully. "May I carry your bags? Welcome to the Time Travel Inn."

"Um, I kind of expected a time machine," put in Hex.

"A time machine? Goodness, no. We believe in the greatest luxuries for all, so we supply a hotel." He opened the door, and they all trooped in.

Magnificence met their eyes. The room was carpeted with red, plush carpet, and the furniture was mahogany, brilliantly polished. A chandelier tinkled above their heads like sparkling ice. Great vases of flowers were placed next to busts, in tiny recesses, and on bookshelves, pouring color and fragrance into the room. Portraits and old paintings hung on the walls.

"Wow, it's formal," said Silver Crystal.

"Your private rooms," said the attendant, "will be furnished in a manner calculated to suit your personal tastes."

How do these people know my tastes? I'm not sure I'm safe here. There's too much magic, too much danger, thought Flamarestii.

"Our first stop will be Ancient Egypt," said the man. "After that, we will go on to ancient Rome, ancient Wales to see King Arthur, the medieval period, the Renaissance, the American Revolution, the Napoleonic era, and Russia."

"What about the future?" asked Eclipse.

"Perhaps,' said the man, smiling blandly. "Now let me show you to your rooms, while the hotel takes off." 

Eclipse glanced out the window as they started off. Instead of the forest, she saw only a white haze. They had started their journey.

And it was time for her to begin her mission.

Second part will be out soon!

information: one of you guys might notice that im talking to my black cloak but you dismiss the thought away