Oh, and my quote is:

"Peace, Love, and Pie" Another one that is rather morose is "The only certainty in life is death" Which is true but can come off as very depressing. It's not, I swear! It's not meant that way!

And I will pack: 

1 Red fiddle comeplete with magic floating case and small button to stow it in the NeverSphere. 

1 CAPTCHA, the name of Frederic. Hey, stop struggling out of the case! What do you mean you can't breath with the lid closed? I poked holes in it and there's a small motel in there! You should be happy! *Slams case closed*

1 Skateboard 

1 Small kitten that even freaky intelligent man-eating ants avoid (Mew!)

1 normal case of 'normal' (For me) clothes

1 Copper-Blood red tuxado

1 Red Fox mask

1 Greek style sword strapped to my back-you never know when murderers will appear

1 Green-black top-hat

Me wearing my usual outfit of green striped tights with robin-egg blue knee-length skirt and dark blue T-shirt with black long sleeve underneath, a Green-black top-hat a Greek-style sword strapped to my back, and a small Kitten named Mew hanging on my shoulder.

*Steps into mult-dimensional suitcase* See you at the train! Hopefully my co-ordinates I typed into the suitcase will lead me to the train. Or I'll be inside a bobbing suitcase bobbing out the window and somebody will have to open it for me. Or I'll be bobbing over the north-pacific ocean. I think. Might be the west-pacific. Whatever! *Closes lid*

*Muffled shouting* HEY! Frederic!!!!!!! How could you waste all the hot-water in the Motel?!  I LITERALLY LEFT YOU IN THERE FOR FIVE SECONDS!!!

Hi. It's rather crowded in here. How did you get this Motel here?

~Notes

What?! Why are you- oh, sorry Notes. Good to see you're here, the person I invited. Yeah, it's multi-dimensional. But this is still a tiny Motel. Only two rooms? At the price I had to pay it should've been a mansion! I

It would've been a mansion IF I hadn't bribed the builders to make it two-room. Heh.

PEPPER WHY ARE YOU HERE

Hey, I would never miss a chance to see you murdered. Hilarious. I bet your last words will be "NOOOOO DON'T TOUCH THE GLOWY STUFF IT'S POISON" And then step in a puddle of it.

Wonderful. This is going to be a reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong trip. Ugh.

*The suitcase slowly floats away with the noise of several people grumbling*

Seriously Notes? You've already used up all the paper here to write things??? Do you know how many trees you just killed?!

Hey, I can do this to them. *Used paper turns blank again* See? It's called recycling. Then I refill my personal Ink-cartrige with the ink! Isn't that fascinating? The history of ink cartiges is illustrious as a-

Notes. One. More. Lecture. And. *Mimes punching someone*

Is as illustrious as a…….squished toad. Okay Pepper, you win. Hmph.

Come ON guys! Notes isn't that boring and…..

*Voices fade away* 

*Small emojis appear on the suitcase. It seems it is trying to communicate*

*It seems it is exasperated with it's occupants. Let's hope the trip isn't too long* 

Packing list? Who needs a packing list?

^ You could hear me saying that.

If I must be explicit, hi, I'm coming.

I'm definitely doing this!

"I don't say I'm no better than anybody else… but I'll be danged if I ain't just as good!" – Oklahoma

Can I bring my CAPTCHA, Mudge? Since he's like a fluffy pet, he wouldn't be his own person, just with me all the time.  

Ah! This will motivate me to stay on here for a while to follow this :0 The RMS Tiny is legendary, dangit! 

Quote: "Ah, heck, this is not optimal in the least, my guy." 

I am bringing: The nice bracelets I got at my recent trip to Meteor Crater, a sketchbook, a ridiculously-sized store of mechanical pencils, my good black pens, a quill and a bottle of ink (I will invariably get the ink all over my hands when I try to write with them), my phone (with Google Keep), a jacket, an aersol bottle of Class-A amnestics, some censor bleeps for anything questionable I may say, and a fortune cookie or ten. 

@ Brookeira and Danie:

Welcome back! It'll be good to be able
to murder you all again – wait, did I say that out loud? *clears
throat* I mean, it's good to have you! Hey Squeak, sounds like you've
got genie syndrome – don't worry, it's curable if you stay out of
your cupboard for long enough. And Crypto, that'd be fine except for
the fact that there's already a bit of a line for that . . . AND
you're a bit late, since time has already ended (twice) and I happen
to be on good terms with the demons from the void beyond the stars.
However, since you asked so politely, I'll bump you up in line and
you can have a go if time ends again and the demons come round for
tea. (But mind they don't eat all the crumpets like last time…)

P.S. Is the Masked Piester dead and
gone? Or merely sleeping, like Squeak was? I'd hate to be surprised
by any pumpkin pies in the face.

Can I join? If so, I am packing roller skates and ear plugs. 

Hmm, something I can be found saying..

"If it doesn't have sugar in it, I won't eat it".  

I'll come! I'm not very good with quotes, but here's something I say often, usually with a dead-pan expression: "Welcome to the club. It's called life, and all the cool people are joining nowadays."

I will bring: clothes, knitting tote bag, high-powered flashlight, notebook and purple pen, portable radio, thermos of hot chocolate, fluffy blanket, and my fingerprint detection kit. Oh, and my CAPTCHA, Agatha, who's a tortiose shell cat, if that is alright. Like with SopranoTwo's CAPTCHA, she would never leave my side.

Staring into the dark abyss that is my late-afternoon coffee, I let out a prolonged sigh.

"What has become of this city that we must leave it to find happiness?"

Suddenly, the caffine takes affect. Now I'm dancing on the walls, the ceiling; not one object is safe from my caffine-disco. My mind racing with a thousand thoughts, I call my secretary on the intercom.

"Valerie, pack my bags with 40,000 pounds of coffee! I'm going on an adventure!!"

I hear her exasperated sigh from the other room, admist my majestic tango.

"Aren't you, y'know, a little too…." Her voice falters "I mean, you practically live on coffee, hiss at sunlight, and can't hold an actual conversation, and yet you're going on a train with other people iN THE MIDDLE OF A DESERT!!"

I roll my eyes. "Oh Val. What are you talking about? I have the heating turned up WAY past a desert temperature, balance my diet with cupcakes instead of coffee (sometimes), and I talk with you all the time!"

Valerie sighs. "I'm a figment of your imagination, remember?"

She vanishes into thin air, leaving me salsa-ing on my packed suitcase.

"Well, no time better than the present to have an adventure!"

I open my suitcase to reveal my 40,000 pounds of coffee, and of course, a light reading of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare.

Taking a huge slurp of my coffee, I gaze wistfully into the sunset as I wait to board the train. 

(sorry that was really long… Whoopsie. btw a catchphrase I say a bit at home is: "Say no to drugs" but I can also be heard slurping on coffee because coffee is love, coffee is life. Can't wait for the adventure!)

@xp, I have something to tell you. Literally everything has natural sugars in it. That apple there? Probably full of healthy calories and geuss what LOAAAAAAAAAAAAAADS of sugar. Take a bite, my man. No, not the red side haven't you ever read Snow White? EAT IT MY DEAR…. YESSSSSSS…… Yisssss……. ssssss…….ssssss…..ssss….ss…s…….. In fact, even other humans have sugar in them! Yes, yet another good reason for cannibalism! Isn't life wonderful? Hey, Pepper, stop nibbling on my finger! 

@HipsterUnicornCat Yes! You might be slightly surprised to find that Hot Chocolate has several of the  de-abilitating affects-I mean, uh, amazingly, erm, helpful affects of coffee! Wait, do you drink decaf-no that was a dum question. Of course you do! Only decafe coffee could create those amazing tango effects! So glad you've gotten onto this insane train wreck-uh, ride! WHOOOOO COFFEE INSANE THINGS COOKIES

I think you've had enough of those. *Swipes cookies out of Chinchilla's grasp and wrestles her onto the table* I'm sorry Chinchilla, but I have to do this. ACTIVATE BORING VOICE! *Puts on boring voice* The history of human civilisation is bloody and brutal, full of really stupid people, really really stupid people, and, strange fact, usually sycopaths get into positions of power. Those who can truly bear the weight of power usually don't because they're smart and don't want it. Those who DO want power are often not fit to bear it. Tis a sad life being a historian. *Chinchilla is asleep* Good. *Takes off droning voice* Phew.

~Notes

Don't worry. This doesn't often happen in Chatterbox. The affects of decafe and cookies together are strangely powerful. As I always say, LIFE IS WEIRD 

Looking awesome! I'll join!