~Skylar

I burst into the room, late as always, with Third-Quarter running after me to scold me.  I look around, not shaken by the precesnce of others.  "This place is amazing!" I said to myself.  "Why didn't we come here earlier?"

"Blame FountainPen," Third-Quarter said from right next to me.  "You're right, though.  It does seem pretty cool here.  Wonder where my sister is."

"Searching for me, are we, 3Q?" First-Quarter asks, walking up behind her brother with a sour face.  "I'd rather not be here, you know.  I think I have the right to be late."

I rolled my eyes.  "Of course you do, Q1!  But I wanted to be here as early as I could be."

"Again, what 3Q said.  Blame FountainPen for being late."

"Sure, Q1."  I ran off into the room, searching for someone to talk to.

~First-Quarter

I sigh and watch Skylar run off into the festivities.  "What do we do here anyway?"  I asked.  "Talking to people is meaningless."

"Well I wouldn't say meaningless..." Third-Quarter interjects.  

"Of course you'd think that.  I'm going to find a corner that doesn't have too many people in it."  I hold up my book and Third-Quarter makes a tsk sound.

"You know, everyone agreed you would socialize."

"So?  I can socialize later."  I just hope I can leave soon.  I quickly find a place that has no people in it, and begin making my way over there.  As I'm about to reach my spot, someone bumps into me.

~~~

Yo anyone want to be the person that Q1 runs into? 

Sorry! I’ve been at outdoor school- Blue

***

“Um,” Cloud said, a little startled at being approached rather than vice versa, “Sure!”

She took Saki’s hands and started to move across the dance floor. Saki was a little taller than Cloud, and her eyes sparkled. They moved slowly, Cloud counting under her breath.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Saki said, “You’re a good dancer.”

Cloud grinned. “Thanks.” She took Saki’s hand and spun her, both of them gliding across the floor. The music switched to a faster beat, and soon both of them were out of breath. 

Cloud let go of Saki’s hand, a little reluctantly, and then did a small bow. “That was fun,” Saki said, and Cloud smiled. “It really was.”

***

“Oh, now you’re going to get it,” Sage said, and hefted a whole stack of pies in her arms, starting to run after Pzun. His eyes widened, and he started sprinting. Pies were flying everywhere, but Pzun managed to dodge and weave through most of them.

Tired, but fairly certain he’d escaped, Pzun looked back, and that was when Sage creamed him in the face with the stack of pies.  

I drew Cloud! (Inspired by all AW’s AE drawings). Pzun is coming soon.

Sage~

She and Pzun stood there for a moment, drenched in pies. She was very satisfied with her work- it felt insanely good to completely cream him with a ridiculous amount of pies. She looked at the pie crust in Pzun's hair, and he looked at the pumpkin guts smudged on Sage's nose, and, in unison, they collapsed into fits of laughter. Sinking to the ground, they laughed so hard their sides hurt and tears leaked out of their eyes. Sage took the moment to scoop up some whipped cream and smash it onto his face. 

Pzun licked his lips and shrugged nonchalantly. "Shoulda seen that coming." He then dumped a cherry on Sage's head. And the pie war started up again.

Dewy~

Skating over Caspian's flattering comments, Dewy said, "Well, I like surpises- and just about all mysteries. As long as no one gets hurt!"

The song ended. "Shall I get some punch?" Caspian asked. "We can ponder and dream about the mystery together." 

~

Sorry Marigold- I couldn't think of anything else! 

Lydia

Here's Lydia in ball clothes:

Frost says vdka. Um, no. We don't have any, thank you very much, we're all underage.

Blazestar:

And Reganam:

Caspian screamed in mortal terror as he fell to his death.

"AAAAAAAAAAAH!!  DEWY!" He cried as the sides crumbled and he lost his grip.  Caspian flailed fruitlessly as he fell down,

Down,

Down.

Wendy walked over to the hole as a crowd gathered. 

"That is too bad.  I rather liked him.  Marigold really ought to have given him some powers."  She examined the note as it was passed around.  So there was a serial killer on the loose.  How  exciting.

"If I had to, I would say that I rather suspect Reg." Wendy commented to Maki, "or it could be Caspian; falling is a rather ambiguous way to go."

~~

Wendy is so callous.  Heh.

I, on the other hand, am highly distressed.  CASPIANNN! NOO, WHYYYYYYYY?!

Cloud swore quietly under her breath. So this was the mystery locked in the depths of time. She hadn't known Caspian- in fact, she didn't actually think they'd ever spoken- but he seemed overly nice and slightly British, and those were both qualities Cloud appreciated.

It's like a ski lodge, probably. No one dies permanently in the Chatterbox. Blue had told her about death in the real world, once. 'Jean passed away,' she had said. 'Some teacher, at my school?' 

'Oh,' Cloud said, 'When's the revival date?'

Blue had stared at her for a moment, then laughed quietly under her breath. 'That isn't how it works in the real world, Cloud. You're lucky. So lucky.' 

No one dies permanently in the Chatterbox.

Someone was crying. It sounded like Dewy. Cloud blinked, several times.

When she thought- thought- she was okay, she started thinking. Once more, several to come. That meant they had to solve the mystery as fast as possible. Several to come.

Cloud wasn't vain, mostly. She did think fondly of her appearance, and her drawing skills, but she knew she wasn't the smartest in the room, or the most powerful one. So she set about finding the most overpowered character there.

It seemed to be Nymph, but she hadn't really been on. And maybe it would be better to find someone who was written as incredibly smart, or to have an infinity bag or something. Nymph, sadly, was well-written to have flaws and to be very difficult to work with.

"Cloud?" Pzun's eyes were wide, and he tugged on the back of her sleeve, which he used to do all the time when he was younger. Cloud found herself missing those days. Now Pzun was ten, and more mature, and in love, appearantly. "What should we do?" 

"I'm trying to find the most overpowered AE here," Cloud explained. "Actually, you know what? Let's get a rope and rapple down."

Pzun grinned. "Actually, I think I might have a better idea. You remember Aven?"

"Yeah...?" 

Pzun whistled, and waited. Before long there was a flapping of wings, and a huge griffin burst into the dining hall, orange fur glowing. He twisted in the air, wings the size of a person, before flying down to touch noses with Pzun.

"Once, when I was seven, I made friends with a star," Pzun said. "I think, this time, I might have raised the sun."

Cloud smiled, widely, and clambered on. "Down there," she told Aven. 

"Mbur," he responded, taking up CAPTCHA duties, and the three headed into the abyss. 

No one dies permanently in the Chatterbox.