Name and what you’d prefer to be called: Periwinkle, I go by Peri though as Periwinkle is quite a mouthful 

Pronouns: she/her

If I thank you, would you say you’re welcome?: no probably not, I do not like how that sounds

Packing list: two pieces of chocolate, a crumpled up piece of paper, necessities, a couple books, strange device that plays music randomly 

Describe your appearance poetically: eyes lost in the galaxy veiled gently by dreamy periwinkle, a tired expression that is and forever will be wishing for more, is and forever will be unsatisfied--heart with an ache in it hidden in a tall body that hunches over more than it should, with a loving but exhausted smile and gentle fingers tracing themselves carefully along the sky.

Describe your appearance realistically: no. Just kidding, here you go: long, wavy periwinkle hair, light skin, purple starry eyes with dark circles under them, bad posture. Usually wearing baggy blue pants with a white t-shirt that has Saturn on it, as well as platform periwinkle converse low tops (oddly specific...)

Personality: I believe I am kind and generally good at seeing right from wrong, however I am extremely awkward and can be quite shy. Very empathetic but still sometimes misses a social cue or says the wrong thing.

Greatest fear (please make this realistic, and it has to be something, you are not allowed to be fearless in this ski lodge): oh, there's so many of them, but I believe my biggest is losing the people I love.

When do you get up in the morning: when I wake up, of course.

Tell me a secret: no, I think I'll leave you in suspense.

*sneezes*: you forgot to put colon, so I put one there for you.

Favorite or lucky number: 8

You’re reading a poem for the president’s inauguration, which poem are you reading (unfortunately original compositions are not allowed, please plagiarize a work of art from another writer and provide the author and title here): call me basic, but A Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Anything else you’d like us to know: did you know there's a town in Utah called American Fork?  

This sounds interesting, especially since it's being co-written!  I'll reserve a spot.

Name and what you’d prefer to be called: Hex

Pronouns: she/her

If I thank you, would you say you’re welcome?: No, I would say “my deepest gratitude I will express unto you by virtue of my eloquent words.” If I deign to answer at all.

Packing list: Two person tent with three holes of various sizes, a toolbox, cheesecake, green ladybug-decorated but otherwise purple umbrella, digital clock out of batteries, batteries, a 23 and a half foot measuring tape, extra sweatshirt, pet rock named Meredith with mismatched googly eyes, three rolls of duct tape.

Describe your appearance poetically: My hair is the color of crushed beetles and my eyes shine brighter than the star Icarus (also known as MACS J1149+2223 Lensed Star 1). I have clandestine sickle-blades amongst my coverings, and am wearing a gremlin’s smirk.

Describe your appearance realistically: Short shaggy black hair. Black eyes. Pale skin, tall. Hidden knives. Black shorts, navy t-shirt, silver-gray sweatshirt.

Personality: Introverted, nerdy and prone to spouting random facts nobody cares about at exactly the wrong moment, slightly morbid, coldly dangerous, crazy + unpredictable, extremely competitive and will not give up, stubborn (and will argue) about the oddest things, an extreme overachiever.

Greatest fear (please make this realistic, and it has to be something, you are not allowed to be fearless in this ski lodge): Claustrophobic, I can’t stand enclosed spaces, especially if they contain a lot of people.

When do you get up in the morning: Who says it’s in the morning?

Tell me a secret: No thanks.

*sneezes* Gesundheit.

Favorite or lucky number: 53

You’re reading a poem for the president’s inauguration, which poem are you reading (unfortunately original compositions are not allowed, please plagiarize a work of art from another writer and provide the author and title here): The Average Hippopotamus by Jack Prelutsky. The president would be horrified.

Anything else you’d like us to know: Yes.

Thank you! My deepest gratitude I will express unto you by virtue of my eloquent words. Wow. That was a mouthful.

Ooh, a very interesting start to a ski lodge! Especially since I've literally just been learning about ancient Babylon in school.

 Name and what you’d prefer to be called: Amethyst, and you can call me Amethyst.

 Pronouns: she/her

If I thank you, would you say you're welcome? Yes, usually.

Packing list: Hmm. Books, a notebook, a black cloak with designs around the edges, and I'll probably think of some more things later but unfortunately it will be too late by then, so I'll leave it at that.

Describe your appearance poetically: I am as tall as the stately pines, as graceful as the moving waves upon the Ocean of Desire, as strangely lovely as the shining moon. My eyes, like twin stars, are dark and entrancing; my hair is like some dazzling waterfall that cascades towards the forest.

Describe your appearance realistically: I am tall (as you probably gathered) and slender, with wavy black hair and fathomless (or is it depthless? I can never remember) dark brown eyes.

Personality: I believe I am generally kind and sweet, with a fairly good ability to keep my temper, a generally cheerful disposition, and yet at the same time I can be very dramatic and inspiring.

Greatest fear (please make this realistic, and it has to be something, you are not allowed to be fearless in this ski lodge): Er - I'll say Covid ha ha.

When do you get up in the morning: A complex question, because everything in this world varies. Generally I get up about half an hour after I wake up.

Tell me a secret: Why?

*sneezes* Oh dear, let me get you a kleenex.

Favorite or lucky number: 9

You’re reading a poem for the president’s inauguration, which poem
are you reading (unfortunately original compositions are not allowed,
please plagiarize a work of art from another writer and provide the
author and title here): I read tons of poetry, but the only one that comes to mind at the moment is The Song of Sherwood by Alfred Noyes.

Anything else you’d like us to know: No, I don't think so. Ah, I love writing, wolves and nature.

Thank you! You're welcome. Thank you.

Reserving!

RESERVING!

Reserving reserving reserving I can't resist the form-

reserving!

Name and what you'd prefer to be called: Poinsettia.

Pronouns: She/her

If I say thank you would you say you're welcome?: Certainly. I am Very Polite. *haughty sniiff*

Packing list: A stylish dress, a necklace, a cell phone in case I get into a Nasty Situation (this is a Ski Lodge, after all), and pencil and paper for possible fits of writing inspiration.

Describe your appearance poetically: Dark brown, wavy hair cascades down my back like a waterfall, flaming almost red when it catches the sun as a fisherman's net catches the water. My eyes are green and long-lashed, with flecks of gold in them like stars in an emerald sky. Slender dark eyebrows arch over them. I am erect and proud as befits a (possible) daughter of the stars.

Describe your appearance realistically: Dark brown, wavy hair with reddish tones, green eyes, and hopefully pretty. (This is, of course, my CB appearance.)

Personality: Fiery but sensitive, very quick to see and feel beauty, sometimes impatient but always sympathetic, a leader

Greatest fear (please make this realistic, and it has to be something, you are not allowed to be fearless in this ski lodge): Dying.

When do you get up in the morning: I cannot bring myself to reveal the exact time. Being homeschooled is no excuse for getting up at the unholy hours that I do. Today I got up before 8: 30, though! I'm trying to make that my goal.

Tell me a secret: There is one secret I have that I could tell, but I know I'll regret it afterwards. I'll just say that I have a crush on SOMEONE. (Not Legolas.)

*sneezes*: I'm amazed because I literally just started to spell that word as "sneexes." TWICE.

Favorite or lucky number: I like the number seven. Also three.

You’re reading a poem for the president’s inauguration, which poem
are you reading (unfortunately original compositions are not allowed,
please plagiarize a work of art from another writer and provide the
author and title here): Oh bother! Original compositions are not allowed? I would like to read a satirical poem that I wrote myself, to get the president to TRY to do a good job, but if I can't... then maybe - OOH, I just thought of the perfect poem. "America," by Henry Dumas. It says that if you show the symbol of an eagle on a coin, and then throw the coin into the sky, "the coin will spin,/the coin will flutter,/but the eagle will never fly." I love how it shows so simply that money is not the same thing as freedom and doing the right thing.

Anything else you'd like us to know: I've started a ski-lodge of my own but this is the first one I've ever joined, so I'm looking forward to being a ski-lodge participant instead of the writer! :)

Thank you!: You're very welcome. Thank you!

Name and what you’d prefer to be called:Reuby Moonnight 

Pronouns:She/her 

If I thank you, would you say you’re welcome?: Yeah

Packing list: Sketch book, art supplise, clothing, nintendo switch, a sarcastic aditude.

Describe your appearance poetically:Black flowing hair like the abyss of space, eyes that shimmer like the finestet of gold, skin like fine china (I took insparation from Midnight Phantoms ski lodge for that description) and clothing that comes from the depths of the underworld.  

Describe your appearance realistically: Long, wavy black hair, plae skin, wolf ears and tail, plae skin and gold eyes.

Personality: sarcastic, snarky, emo and brutal when it comes to roasting people.

Greatest fear (please make this realistic, and it has to be something, you are not allowed to be fearless in this ski lodge): FALLING TREE- wait no...I need to make it something harmless.......Crickets

When do you get up in the morning:1 AM! 

Tell me a secret: ......I don't like Sailor Moon

*sneezes* *sneezes back*

Favorite or lucky number:13!