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Lonnie

@ Choca: No problem! Now that NaNo is over hopefully, school permitting, I'll be on here a bit more often so I'll be able to keep up with this RP better!

@ Katie: No worries, that was fantastic! I'm glad you're back!

Gretel ~

I stood in the middle of my room, contemplating what to bring. Clothes were a given, I was debating between a few different weapons, though beyond that I wasn't sure what. Most of my stuff, which all in all wasn't all that much, could be left here for when I returned. If I returned.

Growling in frustration, I bit the bullet and started shoving things into the brown, canvas backpack I was going to use. I picked out the clothes which would be best for combat (which was the majority of my clothing) and other necessities. I laid my bow and quiver beside the backpack, since they were my best and most trusted of all my weaponry. I knew we'd be equipped with an assortment anyway.

Finally, after several minutes of more emotional warring, I reached between the mattresses and pulled out an old, faded scrapbook. 

"Hey Gretel, need help?" Meg said, peeking into my room.

"No thanks, I've got it," I mumbled in reply, quickly shoving the scrapbook into my bag. Meg looked a little surprised, and said something about the mice, quietly shutting the door behind her. I stared at the bag for a long moment, my hand still clutching the book hidden inside. Part of me said I should leave the scrapbook, it would only continue to torment me emotionally which was the last thing I needed on this mission. Another and bigger part of me clung to this scrapbook like a lifeline, and there was no possible way I could ever leave it.

Making sure it was safely stowed away in the bottom of my bag, I double checked the rest of my things, and marched off down the hall.

I was, naturally, the last person to arrive, in my typical late fashion. I dashed aboard the second waiting bus, the doors slamming shut the moment my feet pounded up the steps. I made my way down the narrow passageway between the seats and plopped down in the back next to Ash. 

"We're taking you to a separate hanger a few miles away from the main school facility," Principal Edith expained. "There we have a jet fueled, loaded, and prepped, ready for your take off as soon as you arrive. From there, the coordinates of your first location are preprogrammed into the autopilot, so you'll be traveling alone. We'll send updates of locations after every stop, so your trip will be customized per necessity. The jet, I might add, is also programmed to each of your DNAs, so it cannot be controlled or take off unless at least one of you is present, unless we override the instruction here at base."

"Which you wouldn't do, right?" Cindy asked cautiously from a seat toward the middle.

"No, not unless the situation is dire and there is no other alternative." Principal Edith's voice was level and calm, her eyes and expression completely poker faced. But I sensed something about her, like I was reading her emotions. Something I'd been able to do since childhood, though I'd never told anyone about it. But I was sensing something in her, like a mixture of fear and guilt, which didn't reassure me of what was to come.

"Please remember, this misson is critical, dire even, and while your safety is of extreme importance to us, much more rests upon this than simply your returning. Nothing can be guaranteed."

We all nodded in grim silence, non of us balking at this. I sensed a lot of fear and anxiety, though not a hint of reluctance or consideration to back out from anyone.

All too soon, the buses screeched a halt outside a hanger that was larger than the ones we'd previously seen. Inside stood a sleek, black jet, it's tip glinting wickedly in the evening sunlight. As we approached, a walkway slid out from the bottom, admitting entrance.

"This is where I leave you all," Principal Edith said, her voice softer and gentler than I'd ever heard it before. "Work together, stand together. You all were chosen specifically for this, not only to help and compliment each other, but because we know you are each more than capable to do this. We have upmost faith in you. I have faith in you." She looked each of us in the eye, assuring us her words were true. "Be strong, and whatever you do, don't hesitate."

She waited for us to nod.

"Now go, and be careful. Come home safely," she added as we started to board. I jarred slightly at this. I'd never really considered this place my home, though when I thought about it, I guess it was. It was more of a home to me than anywhere else. And suddenly, the thought of leaving it, and possibly never returning, made me a little sentimental. I turned, looking Principal Edith in the eye, gave a little salute, and boarded the jet.

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Y'all can change this if you like, I'm game for whatever.

I'm back!

I'm back?

Shh.

Anyhow, I'll probably write later. I've gotten busy with comics and such. Probably won't stop for awhile....  

Meg and the mice~

"Meg," Pip whimpered, "you'll keep us safe, won't you?" I nodded firmly, holding back hot tears. Come on, Margaret Edith Baker, I thought. Hold it together. 

Jasmine touched my arm gently. "Are you al-," she began, but she was interrupted by Gretel.

"I'll be pilot," she said in an excited tone, "if that's okay with y'all." Everyone agreed that Gretel was the most cut out for the job.

"I don't know who should be co-pilot, though," she added. "Anyone want to volunteer?" Murmurs, as opposed to agreements, filled the jet this time. 

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So I know this is awfully short, and it gets us nowhere, but at least it gives the next writer something interesting to decide!

TOP TOP top!!!!!!!!

Yay! Gretel pilot! What a fantastic and dangerously death defying idea all at once!

Gretel ~

I was pratically light-headed with giddyness at the chance to be pilot. Firing plasma guns was awesome. Driving tanks was awesome. But the chance to fly (a dream I've always had) a tricked out, state of the art, fully equipped jet across the country was literally the best thing ever!

Murmers and debating comments filled the jet as everyone debated who should be co-pilot. 

"Alright, alright," Meg said, raising her hands for silence, "we'll alternate. Ash can take the role first, then me, then Cindy, and so on. Agreed?"

Everyone consented.

"Great!" I said happily, skipping the pilot's seat, a not quite so animated Ash following.

"Buckle up," I called to the back. "Ready?" I added, glancing over at Ash, who nodded, a slight grin spreading across his face.

"Let's do it!!!"

I opened the throttle and we picked up speed as the jet locked onto the corrdinates. 

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I know it's short, but I want y'all to be able to add into whatever you want! THROW IN IDEAS!!!