"well, would'ja look at that! i got an A in something other than reading and science for once! ooh! seems like the kind of place you can bring your 16th century ancestral flaming broadsword!" i exclaimed "also my 16th century plate armor!, and my fire ball staff that uses gas and a lighter!"

Carly~

Oh cool! Poisoned cupcakes? Sounds like a very important question, this guy is seriously funny as well. I can't wait to get there, wait. Where exactly is this, and how am I ment to get there? Eh, I'll worry about that later. For now, packing! Now what to bring.... I tap my chin and wander into my room to look over what I have, looking for something unflammable. That feels like an odd request, I mean, what are we going to be doing at this school that requires nonflammable clothing. "MOM!!!"

"What sweetie?" She peeks her head into my room.

"We need to go shopping." I say, looking up from my clothes. "I need clothes."

"What's wrong with the clothes you have?" She asks, looking confused.

"They aren't nonflammable."

"What do you need nonflammable clothes for?"

"This new school I'm going to." I hold up the letter and she takes it. Her eyes slowly widen as she reads and I realise that this is probably really weird.

"Well then, I'll see what I can find." She walks out of the room and is about to close the door when I realize one other thing.

"They also have to be flexible." I blurt.

"Yes honey."

YES! She's cool with it. That or just stunned. But either way, I can go! 

"Hm. Build," Zan said, pulling her hair back into a braid. It sounded correct. Her pupils flickered as she changed her vision type to X-Ray. She'd have to go find the inflammable jacket she'd made a few months back.

She would be Build's best or die trying. 

~Vera

"Cabriole. Hmm. Sounds...interesting. Sounds like me."  

I pull my brown hair up into a bun, and tie two ribbons into it. Then I neatly fold my clothes and stick them in my suitcase.

"GSD, here I come." 

Winston~

Griffinfeather School's tiny office building is swallowed by late afternoon shadows. I push open the door and burst
right into Sasha's office without bothering to knock. Normally, Sasha would have my head for an offense such as this, but I have a feeling she won't care today. 

"Winston!" She says sharply as I enter the room, dropping an ornate pen onto a stack of paperwork. She opens her
mouth to dive into a lecture, but then she looks up. I guess she can see from my face that I have bad news. 

"What is it? Spit it out. Now," she commands with an urgency to her voice, pushing back her chair.

Sasha~

This could be a joke. Something silly about cupcakes or magic sunflowers or whatever else Winston dreams up in his freetime. But for some reason, my heart starts pounding anyway, furious anxiety rushing through my head; burning against my cheeks. 

"Spit it out. Now," I order, forcing myself to stay calm. Stay cool. I'm in control here. I need to maintain that control, I remind myself. Winston fiddles with the pencil stuck behind his ear. 

"I think Griffenfeather wants the school back," he answers. I swallow. So, a fantasy, then. Not an emergancy. 

"John Griffenfeather is dead," I declare as dryly as possible, "now please finish your paperwork. The students will be here tomorrow." 

Top! This can't die! I put so much into the concept. 

LOL Rosy says "Rmeo" I think Wildflower has been reading aloud to her again...

Jela~

Jela fingered the creamy white paper of the envelope that her mother had handed her that morning. It was addressed to her in flowing, golden script, and the return address read "Griffinfeather School for the Determined". She flipped the envelope over, slid her finger under the seal, and pulled out a thick piece of cardstock covered in neat rows of handwriting. Her eyes slid over the words, her disbelief and amazement growing with each paragraph. Non-flammable clothing? Armies? It was almost to much to take in, and she would have disregarded it completely except....... She glanced down at her hands. They were smooth and light brown, the tips of her nails short and serrated from a nervous habit she had picked up recently. Ordinary hands. And yet, somehow, with them she sensed things that she knew were anything but normal. Biting her lip, she dropped the letter on her bed and started absently chewing on her nails. How could they know? She hadn't told anybody about the things she could sense, and yet somehow they knew that she was special. She caught her reflection in her bedside mirror, and sat staring at herself for a moment. She had a light frame and a slim face framed by long, dark ringlets. Her eyes were a deep green, and her lips turned down slightly at the corners, making people assume that she was always annoyed about something or other. Jela ran her fingers through her hair, then hopped off her bed and grabbed the envelope. She wondered what her parents would think about this, and if they would let her go. She hadn't told them about the strange way she was able to sense vibrations, how she could feel sound as if it were a tangible object, but she expected that they would be glad to send her off to a free, fancy boarding school. And she would be glad to leave. 

Now, the only question was, where was she to get inflammable clothing? 

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Luna says "byie". Bye to you too, you crazy wolf.  

Straight from the Canopy Bed HQ, here's from the POV of our shared charries! We are literally sitting on Rose bud's bed talking loudly. I (Rose bud) am on the computer, because I am the fastest typist. Oh, and Cinderella is reading reviews for a Wrinkle in Time. QE was muttering something about a Legolas collage, but I don't think we're doing that anymore. Okay, to business!

Adrian~

I finish my rounds to all the Elemental Sites before 7:00, which is about the time that Sasha's nerves wake her up and send her pacing around the office. Her shadow goes back and fourth behind the blinds. It certainly feels like orientation day. Sasha is pacing, Lizzy is late, the frogs in the glasshouse are very excited, and Winston is still asleep. Mankind is either awfully lazy or never tired, but Winston is in a group entirely of his own. 

Everything is in perfect place for the students to arrive -- the polished glass and the pristine pathways and the verdant foliage of the grounds. If Winston were here, he'd most probably make a wild joke about the coloration of the leaves or the way that the sunshine reflects off of the dormatory windows. But he isn't, and I can't help but wonder if he'll even wake up in time for orientation.

The world is a fresh peridot green beneath the blooming sky. Creamy white clouds zoom across the deep blue sky on a breezy current. Orientation days always start out peacefully. They never end that way. 

Rosy says: IOUC you owe my cents???? 

I apologize in advance for the weird tense. Also, sorry if it looks weird, I tried to avoid it; however, Word likes to mess things up.
Kyra~
The letter had come with the regular mail, but as soon as I pulled it out of the letterbox, I had known something was up. The cream colored and quite obviously expensive thick-papered envelope was sealed with wax, reminding me of the fantasy novel I was writing. I carefully slid my fingernail under the seal, being very cautious not to rip the envelope, since I wanted to save the paper. I don't know why, but I always have loved simple but beautiful things like that. 
The paper inside the envelope was headered with the words Griffinfeather School for the Determined. I skimmed the letter, and then opened my laptop to find out what cabriole meant. 
A ballet jump. Huh, that's a strange name for a school program.
I reread the letter, and then looked in the mirror. A girl with shoulder length caramel and molasses hair peered right back at with big eyes. I most definitely don’t look at all like I am “full of art”. Then again, isn’t that what all the best heroes think of themselves, right? My eyes were my only feature that wasn’t completely average. But they did rather make up for what I lacked in other interesting features. They changed color all the time, often with my moods. I have no idea how. I’ve tried to do research, but I didn’t find much. Right now, with my irises were yellowy green, perhaps to do with the excitement of the letter.
The letter! I’d forgotten! Is there a packing list?
I flipped the letter over, found nothing, then emptied out the contents of the envelope on the floor. One bit of paper I’d missed fluttered out, with a note that said, Bring inflammable clothing.
This is going to be fun.

I made some avatars! I also have a hand-drawn pic of Sasha somewhere... Here are Sasha Night and Lizzy Brunn. Lizzy is from Costa Rican decent. 

And here's Lizzy! Hopefully it shows up and I chose the right drawing! I tried to do Winston too (I REALLY tried), but the avatar creator couldn't really capture him.