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You see a thread on the Chatterbox, a website you usually come to. Clicking on it, you read these words:
There is a noise behind you, and you turn away from your computer just in time to see a giant hamster wearing a top hat appear! He hands you a photograph of something and disappears in a puff of pink smoke.
Odd, the photograph is of...nothing, just solid white. Puzzled, you turn back to your computer only to notice that words have been added to the post! Your eyes scan over them quickly, wondering how that was possible.
Congratulations! You are one of the lucky few admitted to the grand Chatterbox Camp! Are you ready for the camp adventure of your lifetime? Well, if not, who cares? You're getting it anyway! Perpare for a fun sleepaway camp with absolutely NO alien invasions, explosions, and murder! First come first serve. Only 12 campers are allowed, not counting AEs.
Please fill out this form if you would like to join:
Name:
Gender:
Friends You Would Like to Cabin With if They Join:
What you are packing (5 things max):
Food allergies (if any):
Alter Ego(s) and if they are coming:
The camp bus will pick you up on the 23rd of October.
Best wishes,
*Scribble that is supposed to be a signature*
The Camp Manager
submitted by The Camp Manager , Chatterbox Camp
(October 16, 2015 - 7:59 pm)
(October 16, 2015 - 7:59 pm)
Name: Poetic Panda (yes, I know that's not my real name)
Gender: Female
Friends you would like to cabin with if they join: Cayke, OTR, Starseeker, Balletandbow, Pearkitten, Luna, Cho Chang, Hermione (age 11, Hogwarts; just so we're clear, I think there's a few Hermiones) and Air since they have all been kind to me.
What I am Packing: The usual: a stuffed animal, pillow, blanket, toothbrush, and soap.
Food Allergies: None
Alter Egos: None
Looking forward to it!
~Poetic Panda
(October 29, 2015 - 2:38 pm)
Very sorry, Poetic Panda, all the slots are filled for this session.
Maybe next time. Deepest apologies.
(October 29, 2015 - 5:11 pm)
Ah, crud. I missed the six campers notice as well.
Oh well, have fun guys!
(October 19, 2015 - 7:39 am)
(October 18, 2015 - 11:17 pm)
Remember everybody, I raised the bar to TEN Cbers, so all you may join. I just saw a thread on DtE that Danie is leaving, so I think that we might want to give a current CBer her spot.
So far, including HAB and Shadow, since you still are in it, we have:
Somebody
Shifting
Volcano
Sydney
Joan B.
Puck
Jarvis
St. Owl
Feather
Devil Owl
Shadow Dragon
hotairballoon
Spyro
Cayke
(All AEs are in regular, and CBers are bold.)
There are 2, I repeat, 2 spots left! Join soon, the 23rd is close upon us!
Unless you would like Danie to still be included? Please tell me your opinion.
(October 19, 2015 - 2:49 pm)
l will be coming!
(October 19, 2015 - 4:36 pm)
Excellent! See you there!
(October 19, 2015 - 5:40 pm)
(Danie here)
I would rather like to read the story, so do please include me in.
(October 19, 2015 - 5:38 pm)
Of course, Danie! Right! Then only ONE spot left.
(October 19, 2015 - 9:43 pm)
10th camper, if I may?
Alter Ego(s) and if they are coming: also nope!
(October 21, 2015 - 11:15 pm)
Excellent!
The bus leaves tomorrow.
No more applications!
(October 22, 2015 - 5:16 pm)
Yay, camp! Singalongs and campfires and murders, oh my!
(October 22, 2015 - 8:10 pm)
It is the 23rd for those who have not noticed. I apolagize in advance for the long post.
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The camp bus is one of those bright yellow, smoke-belching ones, that moves at a maddeningly slow pace through the road. The driver, a portly man in a long-out-of-style bowler hat looks at the list of bus stops set up for the cap.
He stops at a corner of a street, where the first temporary stop has been created. Waiting there are five girls, one with a mischievious - eyed crow perched on her shoulder. The doors creak open and the girls clamber on.
"Where do we put our luggage?" The first one on asks, swinging a very large and suspiciously clinking duffel bag over her shoulder.
"Be careful!" The next sniffs haughtily, pausing next to her, looking somewhat transparent. The bus driver rubs his eyes nervously. That must've been a trick of the light. "Volcano's explosives are in there. I wouldn't be too pleased to die a second time."
"Er... explosives?" The driver squeaks. "Those are not allowed under camp regulations—"
"They're harmless unless they are lit on fire." The first girl assures him. "I guess we'll just keep this stuff with us then. Come on, Shifting, Volcano. We need a good seat."
"Hi!" The next girl says cheerfully, wallking down the aisle to take a seat in the front. She looks, thankfully normal. Her duffel bag has a label on it reading "SYDNEY C."
"Any explosives in there?" He says with a forced, nervous chuckle.
"Nope! Just my earbuds, iPad and stuff like that. How long is the drive?"
"Not too long," He replies. He turns away and feels someone pinch his shoulder. Whipping around, the final girl is standing there.
"Hey, you!" He growls.
"It wasn't me! I swear! PUCK!"
A girl with tricky, sparkling amber eyes suddenly appears at her shoulder. "Yes? Did you ask for me, Joan?"
"Oh, just stop." Joan mutters, starting down the aisle, only to be tripped by a seemingly invisible foot. "PUCK! Stop! Or else I'll throw away your box of pranks!" She sits defiently down by Sydney. Puck, as she is called, slides in across the aisle.
A few minutes later, after many times of reminding one of the girls that fire is NOT allowed on the bus (he wonders if she had brought in matches or somehting) they arrive at the next stop.
This group of kids is numbered four. Three are girls and there is also one boy.* The first girl climbs on and blatantly anounces, "If you hear any motors beesides the one on teh bus, that means that Geo and Fritz are just restless."
Then she hurries down the aise to find a seat. The next three enter, bickering. "Dev, it's 'St. Owl and I', not 'Me and St. Owl!"
"It's so fun to make Feather mad, isn't it, St. Oowlla? See, haha, I've got her again?" The boy laughs evilly, dancing out of the way of the girl Feather, who is weighed down by a huge bookbag.
"Oh stop." The final one mutters. "If I'm stuck with you for a whole bus ride, then I'll go insane. Oh, hey! Somebody! Did you save me a seat?" And the group rushes off.
"What kind of a camp is this?" The driver shakes his head. "An asylum institution for kids?"
The drive to the final stop is happily uneventful. The next group of campers is as follows: Two girl, a boy, and a... dragon. Hmm...
The dragon and one of the boys rush in first. The dragon is eating a large donut, strawberry glazed with red and yellow circular sprinkles with raspberry creme filling. "No food on the bus." He reminds him.
"Finish up, Spyro, I'm not waiting for you!" The boys hurries down the rows of seats. The dragon—Spyro— swallows the donut whole and comes along after him.
"You ARE sure this isn't a camp, right, Hotairballoon? This IS the annual donut convention...?"
"Yes," Hotairballoon says quickly. "Hey, this looks like a nice seat! Hi, Shifting! Are you excited for THE DONUT CONVENTION?" He says pointedly.
"Sure..." Shifting answers mildly. "I hope there's coffee."
The two girls clamber on. "I'm Shadow and this is Silvery. Princesses won't be served in the dining hall, will they? Because I'm allergic."
"Uh, to my knowledge... no princesses..."
The next stop is the final one, and there are four campers. The first two, a girl and a boy climb on. "See, it says on the brochure," The boy claims, shoving his messy brown hair out of his eyes, "NO unicorns allowed!"
"Let me see, it does not say that..." The girl grabs it out of his hand. "Squeak, I KNEW you made that up. It does not say that..."
"Still, I don't wanna be a unicorn for camp! I want to be a PERSON!"
The bus driver assumed he meant that he didn't want to dress up as a unicorn for the camp's Halloween celebration. Howover, you could never be sure.
The next girl climbs on. "Hi!" She tips her hat at him. A small explosion comes from her bag. "Sorry, that's just my exploding chocolate! I'm Cayke! Can we sit wherever we want?"
"Uh, yes..." The driver answered, feeling rather lightheaded.
"Great! Hi guys! I'm HEEEERE!" She runs down the aisle and plops into a seat. The final girl climbs in.
"This IS the Chatterbox Camp bus, right?" She checks.
"Yes," the driver replies. "Are you the final camper to sign up? Air, yes?"
"Uh-huh! Do you want an orange tic-tac?"
"I'm good." The driver says, and Air skips down to a seat.
As he starts to drive down the road, he hears the voices spilling around the bus: "St Owl! He stole my dictionary! Dev, hand it over!"
"Joan, stop pinching me!" "It wasn't me! It was Puck!" "No it wasn't! I'm sitting all the way over here!"
"So, do you think there will be chocolate-cherry donuts? I've never had a chocolate-cherry donut and I really want to try one!"
"VOLCANO! NO PYROTECHNICS!"
"DAAAAANIE! I don't want to be a unicorn! Promise you won't?"
"Volcano! What are you doing?"
"Dev, no! Stop! EVERYBODY DUCK!"
A flaming brussels sprout flies through the air and crashes into the windshield, where it falls and sits on the dashboard, smoking faintly.
"That's it, your veggie blaster is going in the suitcase!"
The bus driver sets his head in his hands. This is going to be a long ride...
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Did I miss anybody? Part 2 coming soon! Does anybody know who I am??? Bwahaha!
*I picture Dev as a boy, and thus will be characterized as one, unless St. Owl OR Dev objcects.
(October 23, 2015 - 8:00 pm)
My guess of who you are is either: BowandBallet, or Abigail S.
(October 23, 2015 - 10:11 pm)
Ohmygosh this is HILARIOUS!!! Keep writing like this for the whole time and you are my new favorite person, C.M! (hope you don't mind that.)
Also, Dev's gender is a mystery. She is naturally a girl, and appears one, but on the whole she is male.... so, usually Dev is referred to as a "he". It just depends.
(October 24, 2015 - 10:28 am)