This is so

I love this thread, my gang needs to get out of the house.

Ace~

When I come downstairs, I find Bean making sandwiches in the kitchen. There's a cooler sitting on the island, already half-full of food.

She smiles. "What do you want on your sandwich?"

"Ham and cheese!" I respond.

"Please," she gently reprimands, then gets the ingredients from the fridge.

The weather's finally nice enough for a day at the beach, which I know Bean has been looking forward to all winter. She goes down to the beach all the time, but she says it's not the same when you can't go in the water.

"What do you think Harp will want?" Bean asks.

"Peanut butter and honey, same as always. When are we leaving?"

"Soon, be patient. Can you make some lemonade? The mix is in the pantry."

I grab the lemonade mix and a pitcher. I bounce on the balls of my feel as I fill it up, then pour in the yellow powder. "HARPER!" I yell, and Bean winces at the sudden loud noise.

She appears at the bottom of the stairs, wearing a white sundress over her swimsuit. "What?"

"We're getting ready to leave! Come on!" I stir the lemonade a little too vigorously, and some splashes out onto the counter. Bean absentmindedly hands me a paper towel.

"I know, I know, I'm coming," Harper says. "Let me just grab my book."

I sigh dramatically. "Why would you want a book at the beach? You can read at home!" Her only response is to stick her tongue out, then go into the library.

While we wait for her to return, Bean and I pack up the rest of our lunch, and I put a lid on the pitcher of lemonade. As soon as I see Harper, I race toward the door, Bean hot on my heels. "Let's go!"

Harper~

I trail behind my siblings as they run for the door, clutching my book to my chest. I picked The Hobbit. I know Ace and Bean love the beach, but I can't say I'm all that excited. It's nice to be out in the sun, but I'd much rather be in my library, where there's no sand.

"Slow down," I call, and they stop to let me catch up. We leave the house together, stepping out into the sun. The weather is beautiful today, the perfect day to be outside. I take a deep breath of fresh air.

"Come on!" Bean says, confidently leading the way down the road. I sigh and follow.

It doesn't take long for us to get to the beach, which I suppose is nice. When Quill anchored the house, they made sure it was nearby. The sun is even brighter reflecting off the ocean, and I squint, hesitating before stepping out onto the sand. Bean has no such hesitations. I can feel the heat of the sand even through my sandals--I don't know how she stands it in bare feet.

Once we're closer to the water, Ace sets down the cooler and Bean sets down the towels. I pick one up and spread it out, placing my book carefully on top.

"I'm going to build a sand castle!" Ace announces, walking off.

"Harper, come in the water with me!" Bean says eagerly.

I shield my eyes against the glare of the sun and shake my head. "Sorry, Beanie, I'd rather read."

"Are you sure? I promise there are no jellyfish."

"I'm sure. You have fun, though!" I sit down on my towel and, enjoying the heat of the sun on my face, open my book.

Bean~

I'm absolutely thrilled to be back at the beach. It's finally summer weather again! I don't know how long the warm front will last, so I'm determined to make the most of it.

Harper doesn't want to go swimming (she never does) and Ace is off building a sand castle, so I head into the ocean alone. I wade into the surf and smile as my ankles splash through the water. It's cold, but I don't care.

The waves are gentle today, and the water gets deeper quickly. Soon it's up to my shoulders. I float on my back, closing my eyes and feeling the sun. It's a beautiful day, and I'm in my favorite place. I do a few gentle backstrokes, then submerge myself fully underwater, coming up with wet hair. I push it back from my face and laugh.

As my feet touch the ocean floor, I feel something cold and smooth under my toes. Curious, I take a breath and dive down.

Even with my eyes open, I can barely see a thing--just murky green water. My hands scrabble against the sand where I think I was standing, and after a moment, close on something.

When I surface, I take a few deep breaths and look at the object in my hand. It's a shell--thankfully, an uninhabited one. It's smooth and white, with a pearly sheen. Very pretty.

From the shore, I hear Ace calling my name and turn to look. "Bean! Bean, can we have lunch now?"

I wave my hand in acknowledgement. "I'll be right there!" Holding onto my shell, I swim back to the beach. As I walk out of the ocean, I squeeze water out of my hair and run my fingers through the curls a few times. Sand sticks to my feet as I walk up the beach to where Ace is laying out towels and food.

"You're soaked," he says, tossing me a towel.

I catch it and smile. "The water's perfect." I dry off, then spread out another towel and sit down. Harper passes me a cup of lemonade and my sandwich, which I unwrap.

Harper looks curiously at the seashell, placed next to me on the sand. "Where did you find that?"

"In the ocean," I reply, taking a sip of my lemonade. "How's your book?"

"Very good!"

"Haven't you read it like a dozen times?" Ace asks.

Harper rolls her eyes. "Not that many. And rereading books is fun."

"Whatever." He finishes his sandwich, then jumps up. "You guys should come see my sand castle!"

I smile and stand. Harper sighs, but there's a small smile on her face anyway as she joins me. Ace takes us down to the water, where he's constructed an admittedly impressive sand castle. It's decorated with shells and seaweed.

"My masterpiece!" he presents. Harper and I both laugh.

It's a good day. 

Olive~

Giselle says I should take piano lessons. She says a lot of things. I'm pretty sure her motivation is that she'd rather hear the banging of piano keys than any type of guitar. (guitar's been bugging her lately, for some reason. Actually, everything's been bugging her, soooo...) And then she went and signed me up for piano lessons, against my will.

So I've been playing the piano really loudly, banging on every key.

Giselle finally knocks on my door. Since Honeybee House can give you whatever you want, I've chosen my room to be Giselle-proof. I hear a yelp outside. She's been electrocuted by the door. I can't help but smile a little.

"OPEN THE DOOR, OLIVE!" she screams. I sigh, get up from the piano bench, and pull open the door.

Giselle is standing in a flowy white dress with overly poofy sleeves. She's also wearing fluffy earmuffs--even though it's spring. Then I realize those are for my piano playing and I smirk.

She gives me a withering glare. "Come on, we're going on a picnic."

I recoil. "Ew, why?"

"Why? Because you need to get outdoors and STOP PLAYING THAT PIANO!!!"

"But I thought you wanted me to," I say in a fake-sad voice. She just continues to glare.

Lulu bounds up the stairs in flowy pants and a fluttery tank top. ">Is Olive ready?<"

I frown. Apparently everyone's been planning this picnic without me. Then I sigh and give in. "Yes, I'm ready."

Giselle whirls on me. "You are not! Get into an appropriate outfit! We're going outside, for goodness sake's!"

She says "outside" like "to meet the Queen of England." I roll my eyes. "I'm fine," I say, gesturing to me hoodie, jeans, and combat boots. "Whatever. I won't overheat."

Giselle wrinkles her nose, but she knows that when it comes to my fashion taste, it's a battle she can't win.

Then Penny comes up the stairs. She's wearing a polka-dot t-shirt, white jean skirt, and tall boots. Her purple hair is in a ponytail. ">Ready?<"

"Yes!" I practically yell. "I'm ready!"

We walk downstairs to the front door. Floofy transforms into a pegasus, and Giselle gracefully mounts him.

"And the rest of us are walking?" I ask.

Giselle looks down, as if just remembering we're there. "Oh, right. Mabel can come with me. You lizards take the car or whatever." Mabel leaps on and they ride away.

"Take what car? To where?" I call after them. Giselle yells something, but I don't hear it.

">T-the magic GPS can track them, but, um...<" Lulu trails off, and I know what they're thinking. They're the only one who knows how to drive, but they hate driving. 

"Eh, you got this," I say, patting their shoulder. "Also what car?"

On cue, a shiny convertible appears in the driveway. "Oh. Cool. Well, let's go."

~~~ 

>Koi's diary<

>Writing's locked themself in their room. To type. AGAIN.

>I geuss I could go into the courtyard. Or maybe I'll just listion to music. Yeah, that souds nice. I'll listion to music and doodle a bit.

>So I grab some paper, a pencil and my headphones. I start up my "Happy" playlist and draw. Eventully I get something that resembles me. And Aria. Aria is easy to draw, since she doesn't have an exact physical form.

>Maybe I could walk Aria. Hm, yes. I grab her leash... wait, she doesn't have a leash. Aria is a living thing, she shouldn't be caged. I geuss we'll just walk together. So I take of my headphones and call to her.

>Aria, want to go for a walk?<

"*nodds* Yeszp lease"

>So we do. It was nice, not counting the many things that got lost in translation. I think I should speak in CAPTCHA to Aria from now on.<

(LATER-)

>I'm bored. I wish Writing would get another AE. They've told me a few Ideas they've had for new AEs; one who constantly thinks the apocalypse is here, a (not very good) shapeshifter...

>*sigh* I want a friend. More AE contact. But Writing says, "I must be with you at all times because you are extetion of me."

>... Yeah, right. I'mma go out to the courtyard and see if anyone's there. Maybe I'll kick around a ball or something.

Hecate's PoV

I met Nox yesterday. Today, the house's windows are gray- a sign that Nox isn't well. Another sign is the dry sobs echoing through the house emptily, proving Nox is invisible and in the house. Right now, they're solid and working on Rewrite the Stars, as well as a new song- if you go to the bathrooms, you can hear it. 

I'm worried about them, honestly. Stargirl told me it was because of her classmates either being homophobic towards her or telling her to 'go die in a pit of lava' because she loves piano and they don't. 

Trivia would be worried, but she's too busy and has to keep up her regal facade. Before, she was happier and more extroverted. Now she thinks everyone expects her to be amazing. 

Eclipse- mind you, Eclipse Lunar- is always locked in her room. The robots send her meals. The house feels oddly empty...so does the forest. I wish there were someone else, someone my age I could hang out with. Angel and Demon are my age, but they're deemed Protectors of the Golden Pools, and they're too busy. 

Stargirl is now the only original AE, the first one from us as well.

Sol is just chilling in the gardens, which he's overprotective of. 

Solar is baking and cooking, and I'm a mess at cooking. 

I'll just paint some more stuff.

I take my easel and my canvas and my brushes and my paints to the seaside. I see a tall, gray, house. I set my canvas up- 

Then I realize it.

I quickly run over to the house and knock on the door. 

A person answers. 

"Hi, can I help you?"

"Uh, hi! I was wondering, would it be possible if I could paint your house?" 

"Sure!" 

"Thank you so much!" 

I run back to my paints, and begin painting.  

Um, hi? I was wondering if I could join this thread. There's 30-something pages and I don't really feel like reading through that many pages....

Maybe I'll just have my AEs write in a diary or something, if that's okay. If there's already some story going on then I won't join. 

If someone could just let me know, that would be great. Thanks. 

pangolin

Rainbow ~~

-I open the door of my new room. It's fairly large, and completely empty. The walls are white, the windows are clean, and the floor is smooth wood.

Giselle walks up behind me. "Just think about what you want, and Honeybee House will provide it for you."

I cock my head, looking at the room. That seems easy enough. I think about a rug made of clouds. Sure enough, a light, fluffy white rug appears in the middle of the room.

I blink, a little surprised, though I'm not sure what I expected. I think about rainbows streaming through the windows. Holographic floor tiles. The smell of blooming flowers and dripping popsicles in the air. A bookshelf with the books arranged in rainbow order. Pride flags for curtains. A bedspread with ever-moving colors, like light dancing on water.

The room is slowly becoming mine. It's fascinating how much imagination can change a space. A colorful armchair and a stack of philosophy books appears in the corner. A replica of the night sky on the ceiling. Sunshine flowing.

Giselle has left now, but I'm still standing in the doorway, staring. Another door appears in the room, and when I open it, I see a walk-in closet full of light denim and every color imaginable. Gold jewelry catches the sun.

I could gawk at this forever, but instead I walk down the wood staircase to the main floor. Still sunlight pools on the floor, making me nostalgic. I mean, I am kind of made of nostalgia, but it pulls at a memory in the back of my mind.

Downstairs, I hear a whirring from the kitchen. I realize that the layout of Honeybee House is very similar to her grandma's house. This interests me, but I don't stop to ponder it. Instead, I make my way to the kitchen.

">Hey, could we get some help?<" A purple haired girl--Penny, I remember--says apologetically. On the counter, a fluffy cat is rolling in colorful sprinkles. Batter, glitter, and baking supplies is everywhere.

">Mabel and I were trying to make cookies, but, uh, it's not going too well. Do you know anything about baking?<"

Memories hit me like a tidal wave, but I blink them away. "Of course," I say. "Here, I can help you."

I assist them with their baking, and soon we have frosted sugar cookies that drown in sprinkles and edible glitter. Mabel shoves one in her mouth.

Concern flickers over my face. "Can she eat that?"

">Eh, just think of her as, like, a human trapped in a cats body.<" Penny says with a shrug. I decide not to point out that her answer does not really change my question. I'll just go along with it.

I eat a cookie. It's sweet, but not in a terrible way. And I appreciate all of the sprinkles.

Giselle waltzes into the kitchen, brow furrowing when she sees the mess. "Oh, great, more for me to clean up. Could we share those cookies with other AEs?"

"of course!" I say. Making new friends would be good.-

~~~ 

*~Indigo "Indy"~*

*~I hurry into Periwinkle's house and up the stairs to my bedroom, where my easel is and my big bay window. Finally! Home sweet home. It was so scary when Periwinkle asked me to introduce myself. I know she wasn't trying to make me nervous, but she did. I need to relax. I grab my paintbrush and start painting, and think about what's happened today. It's weird being the first and only AE Periwinkle has. She told me she might not make/adopt any more of them. So, despite how big Periwinkle's house here in the stars is, there's only me and her and Wanderer. But that's ok. More time for painting.

Periwinkle opens the door to my bedroom without knocking. Her hair's up in a big bun. She smiles at me. "Hey," she says. "Whatcha doing?" Before I can answer, she says, "You should go for a walk. Maybe to the CAPTCHA park?" Why would she want me to go to the CAPTCHA park? Wanderer appears behind her, gliding through the hallway. She looks at me with a pleasing look in her eyes. "Please take Wanderer! She's out of control. Here, take some churros. We've got a lot left over from when you introduced yourself." Wanderer lands on her shoulder and mumbles something with the word "hut" in it. Maybe she wants pizza from Pizza Hut. "*~If I go, can we order a pizza?~*" I ask. Periwinkle looks puzzled, but she nods. I give in. "*~Fine," I say, taking Wanderer out the door.