Name and what you’d prefer to be called: my name is Artemis. I would like to be called Artemis, please.

Pronouns: she/her

If I thank you, would you say you’re welcome?: it depends on the situation. if, for example, you're thanking me for giving you a cupcake, then yes, I would. but if you're thanking me for unwittingly inviting in the axe murderer you have been conspiring with to end me, i would not. (to quote myself: "everything is relative")

Packing list: erm. large quantities of books, of course. essentials, sketchbook, assorted writing utensils and notebooks, my magical headphones. this is a ski lodge, so i will foolishly pack my silver switchblade, only to be killed later by my own weapon, or framed for killing someone else, or maybe you'll forget about it entirely. but I'm bringing it.

Describe your appearance poetically: long, midnight-brown hair, sharp dark eyes that seem youthful and ancient at once. tall and narrow with fierce, elegant features, pale as though written in moonshine. an elven cloak in a shifting opalescent shade of gray -- the light feathers of a dove, pale autumn light on a silvered blade. quietly bold; lost but searching.

Describe your appearance realistically: i'm tall and slim, with dark hair & eyes and light tan skin. i wear a gray elven cloak.

Personality: um, i'm kind of quiet? artistic, probably pretty weird. i have a dry/deadpan sense of humor. perfectionist, often anxious. i'm not very confident, but i like to think i am. i try to be kind but honest.

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

When do you get up in the morning: if i didn't have mountainloads of school to do every day, it would probably be nine-ten-ish/whenever i wake up naturally. but as it is, it's usually eight am.

Tell me a secret: no thanks. i'm not in the habit of entrusting confidences to strangers.

*sneezes*: gesundheit.

Favorite or lucky number: i like eleven, and 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): um idk what would be appropriate (or, conversely, humorously/satirically not appropriate) so i'll just go with "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley.

Anything else you’d like us to know: nope!

Name and what you’d prefer to be called: Darkvine Nightshade, my enemies call me 'Darky'

Pronouns: she/her

If I thank you, would you say you’re welcome?: sometimes, I have a short attention span for that stuff.

Packing list: three hairbrushes, one nail clipper, one claw clipper, several black robes, several pairs of black sweatpants, lots of sketchbooks

Describe your appearance poetically: midnight-black hair cascading down my shoulders like an acid-streaked waterfall. my eyes glow like two green stars, intelligent and piercing.

Describe your appearance realistically: long black hair with neon green streaks in it, neon green eyes. if it isn't too OP for a ski lodge, my hands are scaly dark green dragon claws.

Personality: regal, mysterious, friendly, sarcastic. I look like I could kill you but I am actually a very deadly cinnamon roll. VERY deadly.

Greatest fear: getting stung by a wasp (NOT a bumblebee)

When do you get up in the morning: either way too early or right before lunch

Tell me a secret: which one?

*sneezes*: *does a backflip because yes*

Favorite or lucky number: 2,087

You’re reading a poem for the president’s inauguration, which poem are you reading: no thanks

Anything else you’d like us to know: zuchinni

-oh wait, actually I have two greatest fears

1. wasps

aaand I have Agoraphobia, which is the opposite of Claustrophobia. I don't like huge open spaces to the point of freaking out. 

Oh my. That went fast.

Slots are officially full! Further updates on *insert the stuff we're updating on* are coming soon. 

We're looking forward to an eventful evening(s).

Signed, in spidery writing,

Pigeon (Pigeon? A pigeon. What about—The Pigeon. Pigeon-ish. Columba livia domestica. DOVE! No, that's not quite right...)

Hello! Some important things:

- This ski lodge is being run by two CBers. As of yet, no guesses have been made and therefore neither of us has been guessed (shockingly).

- @Writing_In_The_Dark and Darkling: you have yet to submit your form. Please do this as soon as possible.

- @Reuby Moonnight: you forgot to answer the last question about the president's inagurational poem (along with the question "Anything else you'd like us to know:" and the exclamation "Thank you!"). Please respond as soon as possible with your answers.

- This ski lodge will start once all forms and questions have been answered.

- We would just like to point out that Sterling, Reuby, and Artemis all responded to the question "If I thank you, would you say you’re welcome?:" by saying they would respond in some way, but totally ignored the "Thank you!" that could be found later on the page, thereby proving their responses wrong (because we have not invited in any axe murderers, so a thank you would be in order). Does this say something about human reliability? Perhaps~

Signed,

The Pigeon (Columba livia domestica. No, that's not right. Not domesticted. How about—no. Hmmm... A Pigeon of the family Columbidae? Good enough for now.)

Hello! Please read the announcements posted a few days ago, if you haven't already. Urgent action itmes, especially for @Reuby Moonnight, @Writing_in_the_Dark, and @Darkling.

We are going to start posting short (or long, as the mood strikes us) "intros" for each CBer, in the order you have posted your compleated forms (if you have posted your compleated form, *ahem*).

First up: Peri!

._.

As soon as she gives the pigeon her form, Periwinkle changes out of her pajamas. Well, no. She spends a few minutes staring out the window aimlessly and watching the blue sky. The sun is rising steadily, and the day is already bright for being—whatever time it is anyway. In fact, it is 33° degrees fahrenheit at 4,606 foot elevation, and there is northwest wind at 7 miles per hour, along with 99% humidity, all rather agreeable features for the rather town of American Fork (an area of 11.16 miles squared and a population of 33,337 in 2020), a city in north-central Utah County (which itself belongs in Utah, United States, Earth, The Solar System, in an outer spiral arm of the Milky Way) near Mount Timpanogos (in the Wasatch Range, north from Utah Lake, etc) and thirty-two miles southeast from Salt Lake City, belonging in the Provo-Orem Metropolitan Statistical Area and having the area code 801.

After contemplating the sky, getting dressed, and deciding she is definitely completely totally ready, she takes a bag and into it puts three pieces of chocolate (eating one as she searches for more items, leaving two pieces), necessities, a couple of books (which she also deems necessities), and a strange device that plays music randomly. As almost an afterthought, she picks up a crumpled piece of paper from the floor on her way outside, the pigeon following on her heels.

Outdoors, the 7 mile an hour wind feels much more… windy. The pigeon hops up onto her shoulder, and Peri continues to walk north. Once she is out of sight, the pigeon hops off again, perching on a branch and looking at her keenly. It begins to swell, coughs rattling in its chest.

Peri  backs up a step, ready to run. By now, the pigeon is the size of a house cat and still going. It stops as soon as it’s big enough to ride, a fact Peri realizes with alarm. Gingerly, she approaches, slinging one leg awkwardly over the pigeon and throwing all her weight to one side, ending up astride the pigeon. 

She clutches its feathers and it squawks in annoyance, spreading its wings unsteadily and taking off slowly. They’re flying! Peri stares at the ground in amazement, then shuts her eyes tight, remaining tense for the remainder of the ride. 

._.

Signed,

A Bird of the Family Columbidae 

I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE IT DELETED THE FIRST TIME

Name and what you’d prefer to be called: Writing_in_the_Dark, but call me Writing!

Pronouns: He/him/his, they/them/theirs, xe/xem/xyrs

If I thank you, would you say you’re welcome?: Ofc! Even if I don't know why you are thanking me.

Packing list: Changes of clothes, toiletries, Space Boy Omnibus by Stephen McCranie (volumes 1 and 2), headphones, my phone (I forgot the charger though), sketch- and notebook, pencil case, a radish with a sticky note face on it. His name is Donatello, and he is my comfort radish, and if anYONE TOUCHES HIM I SWEAR-

Describe your appearance poetically: One eye like an ocean surrounded by dark sand-like skin, the other a mug of hot chocolate, both sparking with creativity. Trimmed hair like a clear sky, and wings always ready to fly off into the sunset like the clouds they resembled.

Describe your appearance realistically: Olive skin, heterochromatic eyes (one blue and one dark brown), short cornflower blue hair with dark brown roots, large blue-ish white angel wings.

Personality: Creative, strange, introverted until you get to know me, but always socially awkward. Probably kind of annoying. Very musical and artistic. A bookworm. Mischievous at times, but usually follows rules. Sarcastic.

Greatest fear (please make this realistic, and it has to be something, you are not allowed to be fearless in this ski lodge): Being alone, the people I love leaving me, being labeled as an “other… kind of fear itself, tbh.

When do you get up in the morning: 6:15 on school days, around 9 on weekends :’)

Tell me a secret: I’m afraid I can’t think of any secrets atm… At least, not my secrets.

*sneezes*: Bless you!

Favorite or lucky number: 32

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 don’t know many poems, so let’s go with one of the first I think of… How Many, How Much by Shel Silverstein.

Anything else you’d like us to know: I’m vegetarian.

Thank you!: You’re welcome!