Reserving for 2 AEs, if possible.

Name: Alyssa 

Pronouns: she/her

Age:16

Appearance: spiky pixie cut golden brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a really bright smile. Tanned skin, and long lashes. around 5'2. Usually wears cut off t-shirt that is white, with jean jacket, and slim jeans. High heeled black boots

Personality, including quirks: Sarcastic, talks back, loves to argue (and usually wins) and has an additude. But can be really sweet sometimes, and understanding [Really??? since when...??] She often ruffles her hair and smirks at nothing in particular. She has a habit of making conversation with someone who hold eye contact with her for longer than 3 seconds. She has a flair for the dramatic

How do you want to be seen? [Awesome, of course. Confident, smart, and funny. Not afraid of anything]

Eggs or bacon?: [BACON]

Glitzy glamor, or earthy honesty?: [Glitzy glamor!!] 

Favorite number:[4]

Favorite prank: [Changing out somebody's water (in water bottle) with vinegar]

Hyperfixations, obsessions, and interests: [I love anything athletic! Running and dangerous stuff in general especially. I'd love to try sky diving one day]

What kind of a rulebreaker are you?: [The one that bends rules as far as they go without technically breaking them]

What role do you usually play (eg., trickster, peacemaker)?: [trickster]

What excites you most?: [the city and fireworks]

Packing list: [I'm good! I don't need anythin']

Would you rather sail the sea in a star, or zoom down the road of life in an Olympus Motorcycle?: [Um, sailing in a star, duh!]

Favorite Greek god: [Loki] ... That's Norse [... ohhh right. Hm. Hermes?]

Preferred food: [Desert items]

Shipping: With Moon Wolf's AE, Aries 

Other: [Talks like this, obv]

Name: Typhoon (Ty)

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 16

Appearance:  Short and quite muscular, with dark red hair cut in a jagged pixy cut. Narrowed green eyes and thin lips, small nose, and some freakles over her skin. Broad shoulders and a graceful demeaner. Black eye liner and mascara. She has a nose peircing, a small black stone, and matching earings, plus a small silver earing at the top of her left ear. Wears combat boots, ripped jeans and a black leather jacket. 

Personality, including quirks: Unpredictable, pretty violent, sarcastic. Surly, grouchy, and snaps at people a lot. She doesn't really connect with anyone, exept for people like her. Hates rainbows. She glares at everyone

How do you want to be seen? |I want to be seen as DON'T BUG ME OR I WILL---|

Eggs or bacon?: |Sausage|

Glitzy glamor, or earthy honesty?: |Neither|

Favorite number: |Why should I tell you|

Favorite prank: |I don't prank- I hit them with my best shot TO THE FACE|

Hyperfixations, obsessions, and interests: Heavy metal and rock bands, weapons (especially guns) wild animals, snakes. Enjoys hand to hand combat, caves, exploring, and doing anything daring and dangerous. 

What kind of a rulebreaker are you?: |The one who breaks them without sorrow or regret| 

What role do you usually play (eg., trickster, peacemaker)?: |the shake people in their boots from one glare-er|

What excites you most?:|this stinkin' thing ending so I can be left alone again| 

Packing list: |My rattlesnake, DiamondBack|

Would you rather sail the sea in a star, or zoom down the road of life in an Olympus Motorcycle?: |you had me at motorcycle|

Favorite Greek god:|Hades|

Preferred food:|I don't care|

Shipping: With anyone (though she obv doesn't want it) 

Other: |speaks like this| AND so sorry I am sending a rather... erm... unpleasant AE your way...

Name: Isobel Taye (Izzy)
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 12, but older than her sister (note this.)
Appearance: small for her age, long dark hair and green eyes, likes to wear a shirt and a skirt (as it is hot in summer, she's without her sweaters).
Personality, including quirks: She is shy and intelligent, sometimes appearing to be withdrawn. She likes being mysterious and can be snide, too.
How do you want to be seen?  As someone who is kind but not too indulgent, and doesn't lose sight of themselves.
Eggs or bacon?: Bacon.
Glitzy glamor, or earthy honesty?: Earthy honesty.
Favorite number: 7
Favorite prank:  There is a cellar in the house she shares with Ramya and myself. She enjoys trapping people in it and has rigged up a remote control so she can lock it without being nearby. (Ramya gets locked up for fifteen minutes if she gets too annoying.)
Hyperfixations, obsessions, and interests: Hyperfixates on wondering if people are judging her, is currently obsessed with making jewelry, and is interested in swimming, building things, and writing. She and Ramya co-own a cat.
What kind of a rulebreaker are you?: Someone who doesn't do it obviously.
What role do you usually play (eg., trickster, peacemaker)?: The one who doesn't start arguments but doesn't rise above them.
What excites you most?: Her "projects"--the cellar was one, and so are various alarm clocks, and a lock for her desk.  
Packing list: Clothes, three books, some of her tools for her "projects", a pocketknife, beads, a photo of her and Ramya's cat (made into a bookmark), and a case of toiletries. She is a light traveler.  
Would you rather sail the sea in a star, or zoom down the road of life in an Olympus Motorcycle?: Sail sea in star.
Favorite Greek god: Athena.
Preferred food: Pasta.
Other: ~speaks like this~

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Name: Ramya Scarlet
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 12, but she is half a year younger than her sister, a point of trouble.
Appearance:  tall for her age, long blond-red hair, green eyes, is usually wearing jeans and a T-shirt.
Personality, including quirks: She is very confident and can be a little annoying sometimes. She isn't shy and she always tries to help people (~except me~, according to Izzy, but I find that incorrect). She is also feisty.
How do you want to be seen? As someone who is kind and contributes to the world.
Eggs or bacon?:  Neither--she is vegetarian and hates eggs.
Glitzy glamor, or earthy honesty?:  Earthy honesty, honestly...
Favorite number: 13
Favorite prank:  False food of all sorts.
Hyperfixations, obsessions, and interests:  She is a chef. This is why she gets away with false food in the first place. She also plays the fiddle and likes roses. She and Izzy co-own a cat, whom they love deeply.
What kind of a rulebreaker are you?:  Someone who believes that if they break the rules, they are doing the right thing, and aren't hesitant to be seen doing it.
What role do you usually play (eg., trickster, peacemaker)?:  The initator of trouble.
What excites you most?: things looking like they'll be fun.
Packing list: Clothes, two books, a pocketknife, her fiddle (and a case--she used to rent it, and then it was given all of the necessary airs of an object that Isn't Yours, but then there was an incident involving cat vomit on the case, and so it was purchased as she'd been renting it for ages anyway.), a box of false food, a box of ingredients for real food, a photo of her and Izzy's cat, a case of toiletries,and a clay rose.
Would you rather sail the sea in a star, or zoom down the road of life in an Olympus Motorcycle?: Motorcycle.
Favorite Greek god: Hermes.
Preferred food: pizza. Also, avocados.
Other: --Speaks like this--

Okay, I'll sign up for this and the AEs can like it or lump it...

Name: Poinsettia 

Pronouns:  She/her

Age: Later teens

Appearance:  I have long, wavy brown hair that reaches past my shoulders; green eyes; golden-cinnamon skin; a straight nose and a small chin. I'm also petite.

Personality, including quirks: I have a strong personality and lots of flair. I'm very enthusiastic about life and can come across as upbeat and cheerful, but I'm also very sensitive and stormy. I'm quite rebellious, but loyal and caring. I'm also creative and imaginative. I tend to keep to myself unless someone tries to draw me out. Usually I prefer to be on my own, but if the people around me are my type of people, then I have the time of my life with them.

How do you want to be seen?  As someone glamorous, fun, witty, poised, and caring/loving; I want people to value me as a friend and look up to me.

Eggs or bacon?:  Lordy. What a question. I don't much like either one. Maybe bacon, if it's the particular kind I like.

Glitzy glamor, or earthy honesty?: A mix of both >:)

Favorite number: 7! It's just an all-around nice number. And it's the number of my favorite soccer player.

Favorite prank: 

Hyperfixations, obsessions, and interests: Carlos Baute's songs (they are the most amazing, happiest, most beautiful pieces of music I've ever heard); my crush; my characters and my writing. My ordinary interests include history; reading; being with people; politics and world affairs; soccer; and music.

What kind of a rulebreaker are you?: The rebellious, defiant, motivated-by-principles kind.

What role do you usually play (eg., trickster, peacemaker)?: The leader

What excites you most?: Let's face it, the answer to that question would be my crush. But also a new book, a new movie, a party or a chance to be with nice people

Packing list: Notebooks; pens and pencils; clothes; binoculars; a water bottle; a lunchbox

Would you rather sail the sea in a star, or zoom down the road of life in an Olympus Motorcycle?: If the motorcyle is safe, I'd like it.

Favorite Greek god: Apollo, maybe?

Preferred food: Fideos or chicken broth or papaya

Other: n/a

Here are my two AEs~

Name:  Ariella

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 14, almost 15!

Appearance: I have golden-brown hair, a small nose tipped at the end, and large golden-brown eyes. I'm petite (but not what you'd call slim) and my skin is pale, with freckles.

Personality, including quirks: Super-romantic, enthusiastic, and imaginative - really unrealistic, but in a lovable way. I never think about anything serious or negative. Life is good, why not enjoy it?

How do you want to be seen?  As pretty, charming, and interesting.

Eggs or bacon?: Eggs. I love eggs!

Glitzy glamor, or earthy honesty?: Glitzy glamor

Favorite number: 11

Favorite prank:  Stick googly eyes all over everything

Hyperfixations, obsessions, and interests: Fashion, social life, my favorite celebrities

What kind of a rulebreaker are you?: The kind who breaks them by mistake.

What role do you usually play (eg., trickster, peacemaker)?: The fangirl

What excites you most?: Everything fun!

Packing list: My phone, accessories, a book of poetry, a sketchbook, snacks, magazines

Would you rather sail the sea in a star, or zoom down the road of life in an Olympus Motorcycle?: Sail the sea in a star

Favorite Greek god: Apollo! He's so charming~

Preferred food: Pineapple

Other: I speak like ~this~, but I left it out in the form, to make it easier to fill out.

Name: Oriole

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 16

Appearance: Long, slightly curly brown hair, pale skin, long-lashed green eyes, haughty expression. I'm tall and fashionably dressed.

Personality, including quirks: I'm sassy, strong-tempered, outspoken, and fiery, but I don't hold grudges or act petty. Life's too short for that kind of thing. I'll say exactly what's on my mind, I'm totally honest, and I'm unwaveringly loyal to the people I care about. I'll always stand up for the underdog, or for whoever needs it. Quirks include: my dislike of being touched; my aversion to the color gray; and my habit of singing at any hour of the day or night.

How do you want to be seen?  For who I am.

Eggs or bacon?: Bacon.

Glitzy glamor, or earthy honesty?: Glamorous honesty :)

Favorite number: 7

Favorite prank:  The brownies one, where you make E's out of brown paper and tell everyone you've made brownies.

Hyperfixations, obsessions, and interests: Music, prisms, dancing, colors, and people.

What kind of a rulebreaker are you?: The kind who breaks them and then tells you to your face that they weren't any good anyway.

What role do you usually play (eg., trickster, peacemaker)?: Glamor girl, I suppose.

What excites you most?: Life in general. I'm up for anything.

Packing list: Cell phone, books, change of clothes, my camera, and popcorn...

Would you rather sail the sea in a star, or zoom down the road of life in an Olympus Motorcycle?: Motorcycle!

Favorite Greek god:  Athena.

Preferred food: Blackberries

Other: I speak like \this\, but like Ariella, I left it out in the form

Name: CeCe/Ce (her full name is Celine Rhea Thalassa, but that gets confused with my name, so we just call her CeCe or Ce, and when my AEs refer to me, they call me either Celi or CelineBurning Bright :) )

Pronouns: she/her

Age: younger

Appearance: she's a Chinese water dragon, so she can shapeshift into whatever she wants. She has two main forms, though: her original form is a 10 foot long, rose sunset Chinese water dragon with specks of blue, pink, and gold, and with a tapering, prehensile tail and retractable claws. Her human form is a teenage Chinese girl who's a bit on the shorter side (just under average height), and who almost always has her hair up in pigtails (they bounce whenever she jumps around), and whose eyes are always changing color, ranging from clear blue-green to violet blue. She likes to wear comfy, oversized clothes like sweatshirts and t-shirts, with corny sayings and quotes, usually about the ocean (one of her favorite sweatshirts says "How inappropriate to call this planet Earth when it is quite clearly the Ocean." - Arthur C. Clarke"). She wears skirts that are full of pockets. 

Personality, including quirks: hyper almost always (keep her away from sugar), sees everything with wonder and delight, good-hearted, impulsive, nosy (but not in a gossip-y way; she wants to know EVERYTHING), loves to be in the middle of the action

How do you want to be seen?: she wants to be seen as a friendly, nice, enthusiastic dragon :)

Eggs or bacon?: eggs

Glitzy glamor, or earthy honesty?: earthy honesty!!!

Favorite number: 8 :D

Favorite prank: turning into a giant wall of water and rampaging through the house then poking her head out of the water and being like, "hiii!!!!" :DD and while she's at it, she raids the pantry and eats all the sugar

Hyperfixations, obsessions, and interests: she's interested in basically EVERYTHING. And, to quote dino comics, she's more of a "short-lived obsessions kind of guy" (or smth like that, can't find the actual quote)

What kind of a rulebreaker are you?: she never breaks rules in malice, she breaks rules to play lighthearted pranks and stuff :)

What role do you usually play (eg., trickster, peacemaker)?: energetic person?

What excites you most?: most everything :D she loves finding new shells and "treasures" on the beach though!

Packing list: necessities, big canvas sack (think the sack from the Half Upon A Time books)

Would you rather sail the sea in a star, or zoom down the road of life in an Olympus Motorcycle?: that's hard... both? Or if not, zoom down the road of life in an Olympus motorcycle!

Favorite Greek god: uhh... idk. Artemis?

Preferred food: anything! She's not super picky :) (but also SUGAR!!!!)

Other: she's shipped with Clem, Gloomy's AE :)

Day 0, Part 1

Well. Here we all are at last, I suppose. Though where we all are is a different question altogether. 

We seem to be flying through the air in an airplane. This is a very simple sort of statement, and one which is not the proper way to begin such a deep and interesting work as a ski lodge, but it is the truth, and I am nothing if not truthful, and anyway it establishes the setting. Besides, if I may continue, it is not so much the aforementioned flying that has drawn my attention, as the very odd behavior of the airplane.

I had just begun to write this, as part of the official Reports for the Divine Travel Agency, when the plane began to dip and dive and generally jump around. Since then I have not been really able to manage to write - I do apologize for the messiness of the handwriting - oh dear - weeeeee!!!!!!

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Dear me, dear me. Kindly ignore the above exclamations. I think I shall sign off here. There is really nothing else to report anyway. Goodbye.

Day 0, Part 2

I've just taken a look at Agent 59's report, and he did a shocking job. Simply shocking. It wouldn't do at all. You don't do that. You don't just end a report that way. I could have told him that. But oh no, he's the one in charge so he thinks he knows everything, and he must needs pretend to be the one who manages everything, when really, if it weren't for me, where would he be, I'd like to know? 

He'd be at the County Fairgrounds selling cotton candy, that's where he'd be. Why, you ask? That's a story for another day!

I'm Agent 58, right-hand man to Agent 59. We're both employees of the newly founded Divine Travel Agency, which, aside from its agents, is staffed by book characters. We cater just to CBers and their sidekicks, and this is our very first expedition.

Anyway, I shall continue from where 59 left off. We took our particular Agency plane to a prearranged meeting spot to meet the AEs. They were all there, jostling and shoving each other and trying to get to the front of the line, with the result that the line was very close to not being a line at all. 

"Let's throw pies!" Orion was shouting, while munching on a piece of bacon.

"Good idea, and I'll enchant them so that they sing songs!" exclaimed Melon.

"It better be a heavy metal song then," said Typhoon grumpily.

Kauri was madly painting the scene, determined to capture its light just so, while Hemlock stood about looking villainous, a cape thrown over one shoulder.  Ramya was playing the fiddle, and Izzy was making jewelry. Ariella was buried in a fashion magazine, occasionally gasping, "Oh my gosh guys so-and-so just married so-and-so!" Girls will be like that, I suppose, I remember my younger sister was always fascinated by gossip. Tut tut.

The plane landed. Agent 59 descended.

"Good morning, everyone," he said. "We are very pleased to see you here -"

"You're late," said Typhoon flatly.

"That's why we've been doing our hobbies!" exclaimed Kauri,  bouncing up. "I've been painting! I did five paintings since I arrived! Do you want me to do your portrait? I think I could do a very good portrait of you. Just sit over there. Here. No, there. Sit down and put your feet on your head, it's the latest style in portrait painting. Good. Now move to the left. I need good light. Okay. Now stay still. For gosh sakes, why are you staying still? I need you to move to the right. The light changed. Okay. Stay like that. Now let me do the initial sketch." This continued for a long time, and i bore witness to the dignified and formally dressed Agent 59 in an extraordinary position under a tree while an AE frantically painted him. 

"This will never do," I said, bustling down from the plane. "All aboard, my dear AEs. We've got a lot to do. We're due at Mount Olympus by 12:45 pm exactly. And if we don't get there, Zeus will be very cross. Everyone's spent such a terrible lot of effort getting the mountain tourist-ready - investment, don't you know, and all that. Quite right too, otherwise how would we of the Agency earn our salaries? Now, what I want to do is get everyone on this plane in the next five minutes. Come along and find yourselves on Mount Olympus!"

"Something to DOOOO!" rejoiced Orion, sprinting toward the plane. The entire contingent of AEs picked up their things and followed him, cheering at the tops of their voices, leaving paintbrushes, pies, and pumpkins in their wake.  In just a few moments the space was empty. I could hear voices coming from the plane. Agent 59 and I looked at each other.

"Come along," said Agent 59 haughtily. "Let's get on the plane."

Therefore, we got on the plane. Our pilot, who was out of an old WWII girls' series, gave us all a friendly grin and took off. That is to say, he made the plane take off, not that he took off himself. Wade Cooper is not the sort to tremble at an onslaught of AEs, which is why we considered him perfect for the job.

After a few moments, Agent 59 settled down to write up a report of how the first day had gone so far. But then the plane started to dip and curve in a very odd manner. I started to feel quite sick. Agent 59, by contrast, seemed to be enjoying himself. He probably considered it a new version of a trampoline. However, he did take the precaution, since his handwriting was getting messy, of speaking his thoughts into the Typespeaker - a new invention of ours, where you speak and the Typespeaker types out what you say. That's why you'll see a "weeeeee!" in his report. It's what he was saying.

I'd gone to the cockpit to see what Wade was doing, and he said he didn't know why the plane was acting up so much and we'd better do a landing. I returned to see Agent 59 bouncing around the room, very happily, claiming that the plane had just turned upside down. Which it had. I was extremely surprised. One doesn't find one's boss turning cartwheels and shrieking about how this is the most amusing plane ride he's ever had. At least, I always thought so.

Meanwhile, the AEs were reacting in various ways.

"We're going to crash!" shrieked Ariella, casting herself into Orion's arms. "Tell me we won't die!"

"It'll be okay!" shouted Orion valiantly. "I think we just need to keep calm!"

"I agree! Keep calm! Deep breaths!" exclaimed CeCe, waving her tail.

At that moment i realized what was going on.

"59," I said severely, "did you remember to give the plane its gingerbread cookies before we took off?"

59 ceased bouncing and stared at me.

"Gingerbread cookies," I repeated.

"Oh. Oh dear." Then he recovered his poise. "i may have forgotten to do what you mention, but that's all right, we can soon give the plane its cookies. Look in my suitcase. You will find a snack bag."

"What's going on?" asked Alyssa.

"The thing is," I explained, "this plane is very temperamental and it needs cookies if it's going to fly properly. If we don't give it cookies, it throws a tantrum. And Agent 59 forgot to give it cookies."

And at that moment, the plane, which had been spinning and leaping throughout the last few minutes, fell apart.

We fell through the air, amongst white fluffy clouds... and landed upon a bed of thick, soft clover, so soft that it cushioned our fall completely.

"Hey!" exclaimed a voice. I sat up. Everyone else still looked dazed.

Ganymede, the Olympian cup-bearer, was lying under Ariella, his perfect curls mussed. "What's going on?"

"We're the Divine Travel Agency." Agent 59 had stood and drawn himself up to his full height, looking very imposing. "We've brought the AEs."

"Funny way to arrive, I must say," said Ganymede. "Say, can you get off me?" he added to Ariella, who hastily rolled off and proceeded to gaze adoringly at him (he was somewhat handsome, I suppose. All the myths say so, anyway). "Gee, sometimes a kid can't get any peace. I mean. All I wanted to do was watch videos on my phone. And about twenty people come at me out of the sky. Gee." And he walked off.

"How rude," said Ariella, watching him go.

"Well, at least that means we're on Olympus," I said briskly. "I suppose the plane just wanted to give us a bit of a fright. Come along, let's get to the hotel."

Oh dear, Agent 59 just came in and insisted that I sign this off with his name, since he's officially the one above me. So I will - but he doesn't know that I'm telling you that it's really me who's writing all this... And now I hear an AE calling me. I'd best run. Pip-pip!