Say guys, what if the janitor is an Igor??

Wouldn't that be thooooooo coool???

Yeth I onperputhly made a lithp there. =)

Oh yes, and for the record John FQ got the Igor idea. (Yeah, we know each other.) 

=)

Say, everyone, WHAT ABOUT MATH???

Note: Chinchilla, logically everyone will first be introduced to their bunk-mates, then they will proggress to the other lessons for the day. Once all the lessons end you will have free evening time.

~ThePersonWhoWritesNotes

Oh, thanks Notes!

AH-HA! You called Notes Notes. *Sticks tongue out at Chinchilla* 

Grrrrr.... 

Ditty~

I pull out my antiquey key with the swirly head-part and stick it into the lock of room 15. The door swings easily open. Three beds. Oh, boy! Two roommates! I survey what I hope to be my side of the room.

Marvel and Sherlock posters litter the walls, and on my desk is an assortment of sonic screwdriverstyled fountain pens with different colored ink to choose from. I throw myself onto my bedspread and gaze out through the window to Stark Tower. Perfect.

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Sorry it's so short! :) I just came back from a full day of babysitting, but felt I needed to post. Here's my room description, anyways. :) 

Elle~

"Did you hear that?" asks Chilly.

"Yeah..." I murmer, to busy looking out at the view of the Edmerald City, humming "One Short Day."

"Oh well," she giggles. "This place is weird."

"It totally is," I say, and plop down on my bed, that strangely enough has the Wicked poster printed on it. Chilly follows suit, and we lay there, looking at the celing that is entwined with clockwork, like in Wicked, but is softly snowing.

"What classes do you have? That are extra-curricular, I mean," I ask Chilly, hoping that she'll hear me as she explores her bed.

"Cooking, music, Unusual Art, dance."

"Same," I say.

"Yeah, Icy made me. They were the only ones that sounded even halfway sane. I mean, an Extra Special Lint Art class? Seriously? And what about the Haunted Learning class?"

"Scary," I shiver. "What does that even mean?"

"I donno. Ooh, what does this button do?"

She clicks a red button, that is blinking some sort of weird light, hard, and I reach across to try and stop her, but she's already done it. Her ecastic laughing reaches me a second later, and I run over to her bed. Has the button posessed her? I reach her, to find her pointing to a black box at the foot of the bed.

"Look, Elle!" she cries. "It's a TV!"

"Wow," I say, and sit down with her. It seems a bit odd that this boarding school has TVs in every bed, a kinda-vampirish teacher who hits kids with rulers, windows that change to your favorite landscape, and personalized desks, even though I'm pretty sure Brooklyn told them nothing about me. 

"It is a bit weird, though," she says in a serious voice, speaking aloud my very thoughts.

"Whatever," I say. Maybe your CB owners pay more for these sorts of luxuries. So they even pay at all?

"Let's go!" says Chilly. "I don't have any movies with me, anyways. Plus, there's an assembly later." I glance over her shoulder, and realize I forgot to shut the dorm door. My brother is peeking through the door, studying the room. I don't think he's seen us yet, but it doesn't hurt to take procautions.

"In like, ten minutes," I say in a high-pitched, girly, Galinda, voice.

"Let's go exploring then!" said Chilly. "Why are you so...not Elle all of a sudden?

"Shh!" I say, and lower my voice to decibal level, "look over there."

Chilly gasps, and we hide under her bed.

"Sorry," I say. "Sure, let's go exploring," 

"Thanks," she says. "He hates me."

"I know I should be the one who reassures you that he doesn't, but somehow, I don't think I can do that. He hates everyone. Except," I giggle. "Pinkie PIEper."

She giggles in return, and I gigle back, and before we know it, we have erupted into a total laughing fit. 

"Snyder Fan's got a crush!" she says, and we laugh so hard, that the tears begin to roll down our cheeks.

"Anyway," I say, "let's go."

We walk out of the dorm, relieved that my stupid brother has left, and notice some posters on the wall.

"What's thi-oh no!" I cry, as I see a sign that reads 'Welcome Dance.'

"The first week, and there's already a dance?" says Chilly incredulously.

"It's not that I'm worried about, it's poor Pinkie PIEper! What if Snyder Fan asks her to the dance? Who wants to go out with a jerk?"

"They must be posted all over the school!" cries Chilly as she spots another one near Dorm #15.

"So? Let's do something about it!" says an AE who walks out of a room suddenly.

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Whoever wants to post continue on at the AE who says that, is welcome to! 

Spyro~

Looking under my desk, I see a floating green key. Some people are squealing about some terrible wizard of oz rip-off, but I'm still confused as to what the heck's going on. Everyone else seems to just be accepting it. Blood in the fountain? Sure! Vampire teacher? Why not! Floating green key under our desks? Nothing new there!

I mean, this is not what I signed up for at all! Technically I didn't sign up at all, H.A.B. did it for me. Hey... what if he knew this place was haunted?! What if he's trying to get rid of me?! I swear, if I ever get back, I'll--

Ah, wait, what? What's going on? Why's everyone leaving the room? Where are we going? I guess I'd better follow. Don't want to be left behind.

Oh, we're going to the dormitories? Why? It's still early afternoon!  This place is crazy. It looks like the keys are supposed to unlock their respective doors. But, wait, how do I tell which is which?

After a few minutes of wondering how everyone knows which door to open, I decide to try them all, starting from 1 and skipping doors people have already gone in. When I get to 9, the lock clicks and the door swings open. I then look down at the key and realise there's a large black number printed on it that reads "9." That would have been nice to know.

The room itself is very tall and rough looking. Dark gray bricks with bright mortar in between make up the majority of the walls. Looking up, I see the inside of a dark purple pointed roof, and realize that I must be in some kind of tower. My bed is situated on the east wall. It's simple enough, but very comfortable looking. A nightstand and bookshelf stand near the bed, and two large windows are placed next to each other on the north wall. Other than that, the place is pretty bare.

I never thought I'd say this, but I actually kind of like it. I walk over to the window and glance out, expecting to see the midday sun and perhaps a parking lot or forest of some sort. Instead, I do a double take. I'm looking at a very nice coastal view, with a large beach that extends out of sight. To the left of the windows, the waves crash furiously, although strangely enough, I can't hear a thing. The sky is grey, like right before a storm, and I can see a few hills adorned with trees in the distance. No sun or clouds can be seen in the sky, and no other lifeforms are visible either.

Okay, how is this even remotely possible? My head is starting to hurt. We're in a BOARDING SCHOOL. Why am I seeing a freaking beach? This is insane. This is all insane. Am I insane? Everyone's insane!!

I think I have to lie down for a while.

Ditty~

I str4etch off my bed, blaring accapella, and decide to go for a walk. I push open my door and see a poster on the wall. 'Welcome Dance'.

"No!" i shreik, tearing it down from the wall and staring. No! Nononononono!!! What if my crush asks me out? What if somebiody I hate asks me out? What if I don't get asked out? I take a moment and imagine my huge crush (coughcoughcoughfredrickcoughcough) asking me out.  

"Hey, Ditty. So... you know that Welcome Dance coming up?" My cheeks flush. I shove my hair over my cheeks to hide it as much as possible. I hear another door open.

"Oh no! what if Snyder asks out PIEper? She can't dance with a jerk!" Gasps Elle. I push my shoulders back and stroll boldly forward.

"Well, then, let's do something about it!" I cry. "Come, fellow AEs and CAPTCHAs! Come with me to fight the injustice of... awkward dances!" Chilly cocks her head.

"Ditty, are you blushing?" She inquires.

"NOT IMPORTANT!!" I scream a bit too loudly. "Come on! We need to pour tar on the dance floor or something!" 

Not to be rude, but this is Icy's first RP with AES and 'TCHAS (slang for Captchas!) so could someone post?

TOP!!!!

Frederic~

I somehow found an AWESOME key witch is.... cool..... black. And it's handel is a POCKET WATCH. Eeeepiiiiic. But I must remain wary. This place is giving me the CREEPS. I walk up to a door marked with an F. And a.... S? The name Snyder Fan comes into my mind. Weird. I unlock the door to see a room split in half. One part is gothic black with other stuff that I will not mention since I'm so enrapchured with the other half. Ahem. The bed has all sorts of clockwork on it in Steam-punk style, and the drawers are mechanised. There are victorian-fashion magazines on the walls! Teeth-sharpeners lining the bed-spread! AN EMBLEM SHOWING TWO SWORDS CROSSED! SPY GAJETS UNDER THE BED!

Ahem. I lost my composure there for a second. I start to bounce on the delightfully springy mattress of a bed when I hear muttering from the other side of the wall. I tip-toe towards the wall and press my super-sensitive-ears to it. It sounds like that Ae-cross-breed's voice! Icy I think her name was.... and someone else.... oh come on. They're just talking about boring stuff like their rooms. Suddenly they stop talking and go out of their room. I lose interest and start to claw the bedsheet when a better idea comes to me. I walk out of the room and start to explore the school. I spot a poster wich everyone is clustering around. Huh.

It's a poster saying.... A DANCE?

My blood runs cold. I'm not good at dancing with pertners.

"NOT IMPORTANT! We need to start poring tar on the dance floor or something!"

Well well well. I stroll over to a few AEs. I stare at each of them. Icy is there, and a AE named Ditty, I think. I smile a Cheshar Cat smile and bow. No one notices me except Icy starts to say something about DT bike stuff. Ugh. I need to help stop this dance.

"You want to ruin a dance?" I say, smiling a slightly predatory smile. Still the AEs don't notice me. I'm getting REALLY ANNOYED HERE. They're arguing. Everyone is starting to yell.

Finally I tap Icy on the back. Then I yell; "OY, YOU WANNA RUIN THIS DANCE, 'CAUSE I CAN HELP YOU WILL THAT!" 

They turn to me, shocked. I smile a predatory smile, but this time a lot more predatory. "Now then, I now a fool-proof way to ruin this dance. First, Icy, DT is perfect. I just want to add a bit. I love chaos, so I'm thinking food-poisoning if anyone finds out our plan. Also Icy, I'll need some ICE for this. Slippin' slidin' dancing always makes chaos. Ah yes, and about your DT plan Icy..."

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'Kay Icy please let Frederic at least do the food-poisoning but I bet your idea is awesome. =)  

Elle~

As the cat with a top hat drones on and on about messing up the party, I start to get a little irritated. Like, I have some ideas too! I understand and like his ideas, but he's acting like I'm not even here, (a), and (b) I had a great idea to spoil the dance, that involves water guns, maybe a lot of green whipped cream, and roller skates. 

"It's Chilly, not Icy, okay, whoever you are! We get it!" I say, exasperated, as the AE rolls into a fountain of words, something about ice and stuff. "And, just so you know, I've crashed plenty of parties before, so I think I know what I'm doing!"

"Don't be so mean to him!" the AE with the whipped cream gun, or Ditty, yells at me, and as we stare at her, she turns bright red, and hides behind Chilly. 

"Well, I didn't hear you offer up any ways to sabatoge the party!" the AE snaps.

"Woah, guys, chill," Chilly says. "We all have great ideas to contribute to this...sabatoging. Let's combine all of them, and work together!"

"Okay then," says the AE.

"Well, if you can load the whipped cream gun, Ditty, and you can find some ice, Chilly, I'll get the DT, and I think we have a plan!" I say.

"Wait-what do I do?" asked the AE, his face scrunching up into a mask of predatory suspicion.

"You're management," Chilly tells him, to his great delight. 

OOOOoooh!

Frederic, managment?

Cool!

Wait, isn't managment just getting out of the way while other people do fun stuff?

WOAH! That's not true.

Uh..... yeah, it is.

No it's not.

How can you prove it's not? Elle got ticked at Frederic because he was apparently being a POWER JERK (One of his few faults) so she's giving him what he deserves. (In her opinion)

No she isn't.

You're just going to be contrary at me now, aren't you?

No.

HAH! You admitted it!

Hmmph.

Oh yes, and I just wanna add a teensy, weensy little thing to your post..... *smiles bright, angellic smile*

I didn't intend Frederic to be a power jerk. Sorry. It's just he likes being the boss. He has many good ideas to contribute. And, um, the post made it look like Frederic was being babied by Chilly. (That's your name, right? Sorry, I can never remember names right...... only faces, wich obviously doesn't help on the internet.)

Also everyone keeps on forgetting that he's a CAPTCHA. Really.

=)