Muse Academy RPG*, Part 6
*Role-playing game.
Continued from Part 5.
Date: February 3, 2009
Categories: Muse Academy, RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
Wednesday, 8 May 2024
Life, the universe, pies, hot-pink bunnies, world domination, and everything
*Role-playing game.
Continued from Part 5.
Date: February 3, 2009
Categories: Muse Academy, RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
((Professors don’t get lunch breaks?))
I’d never miss lunch.
The Muse Academy I’m familiar with operates under the siesta system. Two hours minimum for lunch and a nap.
And no early-morning classes. We’re not barbarians.
Although most departments offer midnight classes under the stars. (Or in case of inclement weather, they are held in cozy firelit rooms or the thermal swimming pool. Plenty of hot chocolate on hand, of course.)
((It was a joke. I think.))
I picked myself up from the ground at the bottom of the stairwell leading to an empty classroom, waved and started walking, and started falling again. Down the long, tall, endless-seeming staircase.
“I’mfine! Owowowowowowowowowouch! Cake!” I spit out as I rolled down the stairs and out of view.
((What do you think, Rebecca? Do Muse Academy teachers make jokes? I’m sure I never do.))
(( (7) Of course not. We take our jokes very seriously indeed at Muse Academy, in keeping with your impeccable example. ))
“So, if they aren’t runes, what is this code?” I asked.
“Why don’t we ask the WD teacher?” I thought out loud.
“Yes, that’s perfect!” cried Kai happily.
((Wait, whahuh? What happened? Where are we? *is extremely behind*))
((11- My cousin sent me a bag of cough drops with truth serum in them and a note in code. We asked the Runes professor, but he said that the writing wasn’t runes and shooed us out.))
We trooped back across campus, toward the bigggest classroom in the school: World Domination. l rapped lightly on the door with my knuckles, and the door creaked open.
We all walked tentatively inside. “It’s empty,” Pigeon stated to the room at large.
“Brilliant observation, Einstein,” Kai said, rolling her eyes.
I noticed Noe creeping behind the desk. “Uh, Noe, that’s a bad idea-”
“Whoop!” yelled Noe as a trapdoor opened below her and she fell in.
“The moral of the story- never look at a teacher’s papers,” I yelled down to her.
“STOP THE WISECRACKS, AND GET ME OUT OF HERE!” we heard her shout grumpily from below.
I crept up to the teacher’s desk, being careful not to go behind it. The papers on it seemed normal-well, as normal as papers for World Domination could be. I frowned. If trapdoors opened up, they opened up for reasons… “Noe?” I asked. “What’s down there?”
I groaned.
“A pile of spikes I just missed, marbles, Chocolate Frogs, a Horcrux, ice, and a staircase,” I rapidly called up, and noticed what I’d just said. I went to go descend the staircase, but…
“AaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” I screamed in a high-pitched voice as I fell down another trapdoor near the stairs, therefore falling about another 40 feet into another room.
((We’ve got to clean out the dungeons one of these days.))
((At least the Navy took care of all the henchmen and monsters.))
“Hang on, Noe! Don’t move, we’re coming to help you!” I shouted, looking around for a ladder or a rope.
((16: Yes, we do.))
I told to Kai, “Screw rope! I’m jumping! It’s quicker!” Then I jumped into the trapdoor, and landed lightly on the floor. I hear everyone land around me, some more gracefully than others. “I’m going to continue where Noe is. If some people could take the staircase, that would be helpful.” With that, I leaped into the trapdoor, and landed in…
…plants?
I peered into the hole Zinc had jumped down, seeing a writhing mass of… plants. My palm slapped my forehead. “This is not happening, this is not happening, things can’t go this weird even in Muse Academy…”
I sighed. “Does anyone happen to have means of making fire?”
“It’s not Devil’s Snare!” I yelled upward. “There seems to be a hole in the wall, and we have to climb up the vines to get to it!”
Back up in the classroom, I was in a quandary: Do I follow them or do I go get help?
“Guys, tell me- should I come down there or run to get help?” I shouted.
“Use the staircase!” I yelled back to Kai.
“Here we go again. I hate being underground.” I muttered, jumping down the trapdoor and reaching the rest of the group. “And don’t worry- since that whole incident in the secret passage behind the fireplace, I’ve been carrying a cranking flashlight everywhere.”
I poked my head in the door. What the heck was going on in there, anyways? As a newly arrived trasfer student, I had just walked in to hear the commotion.
(what in the world is going on? FYI – I problaly won’t be on untill school is over… )
(17 – to true…remeber what happen last time we got stuck in the basement? *shudder*) (23 – only an incident?!)
I entered the classroom ready to help. Grabing Hairball in my arms I joined my friends.
((24, 25- My cousin sent me a bag of cough drops with truth serum in them and a note in code. We asked the Runes professor, but he said that the writing wasn’t runes and shooed us out. So we went to ask the World Domination teacher, but Noe tried to look at the teacher’s papers and fell through a trapdoor in the floor. So now we’re all jumping down to rescue her. But since you’re still on the surface, it might be best to find a ladder and get us out.))
“Devil’s SNARE?” I muttered, climbing up the vines slowly.
“I just hope I don’t go wacko with power overload again…” I said to no one in particular…
Just then Hairball came out of a rather large hole in the wall tha the vines were covering and yipped at me
“Hey! Look at this!” I yelled.
“Hheelllppp!” came faintly from the tunnel…
not caring who followed me ((please someone do)) I ran towards the voice…
I hurried after Adeia, my flashlight beam waving wildly off the walls “We should stay together! Come back!” I shouted. The others followed.
I heard a commotion, and ran into the room. All I could see was a yawning pit where a trapdoor hung open. Only one thing to do. Transform. I consentrated, then felt the changes come. All I really noticed was that I was shrinking faster and faster. Then my simple eyes turned into compound eyes. The rest hapened so fast, I didn’t notice it. The change was complete. I was a cockroach. The only creature I could think of that would be completely unhurt by a 40 foot fall. I jumped. I landed on a spike. Luckily for me, it takes more than that to harm a cockroach. Then I felt as much as heard someone scream “Come back!” Just as I suspected, someone may be in trouble. I jumped into the open trapdoor the sound had come from. I landed on something soft, and as soon asI did my perseption changed. What? I was human again? What had I landed on? I looked. “Oh no.” I was standing on a vine, but the only plants that could un-transform me were… “Guys, we need to get out of here! NOW! These vines are carnivorous! Don’t go into the center!”
I heard only the scream for help… it totally took control of my body. Ahead of me I saw Hairball skitter to a stop. unable to stop myself I hurtled on… into nothingness. I braced myself for the crash but none came…. I was flying! I looked at my body and my ecstasy was gone…
I was a phoenix
Then a chain came up and caught around my neck…
I
was
going
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I
was
losing
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I
was
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Whatever was happening. Something must have happened. I saw somebody disappear. Into thin air. And as a new student, I knew nothing. “Whoa, what…”
But then I saw the trapdoor on the floor. Whatever that was for. And a shout… something about carnivorous vines. Carnivorous vines? Maybe I shouldn’t go down there. Oh, CTN, wimpy CTN… JUMP. But I couldn’t. I’m a coward, yes, I’m a coward… I uttered a deep growl and glared at my hands. Why can’t I just listen to myself for once?
And there’s probably someone down there. There must be. If I get down…
But if I stay…
I pranced around the room, trying to decide. But the descision was not mine. Suddenly, I lost my balance and fell in.
Darkness.
*Hairball goes and gets someone*
I landed in a net,still a phoenix….
“My precious ((said like Gollem)) I have a phoenix at last….” came a voice
‘What is happening…” I wondered
I was then knocked out…..
Plants.
Some uncomfortable mess of plants.
I was tangled up.
I groaned. First day… bad luck? I thought Friday the Thirteenth was supposed to be lucky.
I did not know what to do. Stay there and wait for help? Wriggle out and find the other people?
Right. Carnivorous vines…
That didn’t sound good.
Oh no, I didn’t want to see what the vine was going to do to me.
Or the others.
I hurriedly wriggled out. I hate vines, I muttered. I saw some huge hole in the wall and went in. People. At least that was good.
Screams for help. A dim light upon the walls.
A big hole. Nothingness?
(I have no idea where everyone is… sorry)
A… umm… hairball?
I almost screamed. That was strange. A hairball.
A hairball.
Hmm, there must be someone around here.
Where?
I better watch my feet. Watch out for the hole, ButterFeet, watch out.
And then…
(I don’t know what’s happening)
My immediate reaction was panic. A carnivorous plant! A carnivorous plant! And I couldn’t get out! I flailed randomly, screaming slightly.
Then I calmed down, breathing deeply. “What in all known and unknown universes is this?” I panted. “And what in the name of chaos is that light over there?”
((FYI Hairball is my dog….))
((Help me catch up…))
((37 – Someone (I forget who ) fell into a trap door and everyone is jumping in to rescue her. That is the basic overveiw….))
((38- It was AvalonGirl/Samhain/Noe. And there’s a bunch of carnivorous plants in the dungeon.))
With a screech, I jump down the trapdoor.
And fall into a mass of… plants?
“Oh, wung buttons,” I whisper to myself, instantly thinking of HP. “What are they?” I call out.
“They’re carnivorous!” shrieks someone in the darkness.
“Just great,” I mutter.
“Will whoever is is screaming questions please calm down?! Don’t worry, the vines alone can’t kill you. You have to go to the center where the mouth is to get eaten! ” Wait a second… “OK everyone on the vines, just stay calm! I might have a way to save you (and myself)!” I jumped. Not high enough. I jumped again. Perfect! In mid-jump I changed myself into an enormous version of a bird and swooped off to find anyone who needed help. I found only one. “Grab on, Cat’s Eye!” I said, extending a talon. Cat’s Eye grabbed on, and I swooped toward the hole in the wall. “Cat’s Eye, wait here.” I said, depositing the slightly bedraggled character into the tunnel. “I’ll go look for other trapped people in the vines.” I swooped out of the tunnel and hovered over the vines. “Anyone still trappped in the vines, call and I’ll get you out! I can only hover here for so long, so if no-one calls out in 15 comments, I’ll assume no-one needs help. For anyone still in the tunnel, call my name if anyone else falls into the vines.”
“HELP! HELP!” I scream. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on, but I’ve been fully convinced by now that Muse Academy is definitely not a normal school.
It’s certainly abnormal, though not nearly as life-threatening as the RPG threads make it out to be.
“OK, I’m coming!” I used much the same method to save RoseQuartz/LadyG as I had used to save Cat’s Eye. Then I went back to hovering.
I watched the scene unfold, eyes wide as someone turns into a bird. “Hey,” I start to say. “We’re all humans here, there’s a Mary Sue organization down the road if you –“
I laugh at the ignorance of Kokonilly. Besides, even before I did, someone turned into a pheonix. Who says we’re human? And don’t you have more important things to worry about?
“Wow… thanks,” I muttered. With absolutely nothing else to do, I turned on my heel and walked away, disgusted. Who was this person?
((I’m not saying that I am not human, I had no control…. Isn’t anyone going to investagate?))
I woke up in a cage… all kinds of magical and mythical creatures were in simalar situations. I saw a unicorn, pegasus, griffin, dragon, monkey with wings, and others. The door opened and two figures entered. As I tucked my head under my wing to fiegn sleep, the first spoke.
“Right this way your Greeness,sir ”
((da da dum….))
As I turned my back to them, I wondered what the consequences would be. I decided to risk it. I quietly made my way back, so quietly nobody – especially the condescending phoenix – heard me.
((oh, oops))
Do new students always get confused? There was someone who turned into a bird, rescuing the people on the carnivorous vines. There were people screaming for help. Then there was me.A clueless new student staring at someone’s dog.
Clueless, I peered into the nothingness. Okay, what now? someone could be down there and I was as clueless as can be. Great, just great. What now?
Jump in?
((someone please come, I am as clueless as can be.I am a Clueless Terrible Newstudent.))
Then, I turned around suddenly. There was a blank, open-mouthed person staring cluelessly into the abyss. I ran toward en ((sorry!)) and shoved en into the pit, falling in with en. I yanked open a small parachute and guided us to a non-plant part.
You know, the phoenix was nicer than me. And, I have superior hearing, even in this form.
47- I meant no disrespect. Sorry. I would investigate, but I’m helping people trapped in the carnivorous vines. Also, If they projected a field that induced involuntary shape-shifting, it would hinder my own abilities, and I would be at a loss to help you.
49-Ah don’t worry little neophyte to the academy, you’ll soon learn.
52- Like you can talk?? You’ve only been at MA five hours longer than CTN has!
(51 – …))
Adeia was missing, and I was in the tendrils of the carnivorous plant. I dug out my Swiss Army Knife and cut at the plant limb restraining us. It was thick, like cutting through the limb of a tree, and it took a few minutes, but soon I was falling away from the mouth, back to the ordinary dungeon floor.
I landed next to Kokonilly and CTN.
“Where’s Adeia? Have you guys seen her anywhere?”
((R101: We here at Muse Academy may be geniuses, in some form, but it kind of breaks the spirit of the school when someone has supernatural or superhuman powers, and, to quote Robert, “No supernatural powers, please; this isn’t Hogwarts, or Sparklypoo.”))
I used my legs to propel myself to the hole in the wall, and climbed through unnoticed . I crept along the dark passageway it led into, noticing that it resembled an airvent. Who KNOWS what the catacombs in MA hold, I thought. Best be on my gaurd.
I was being mean. Sheesh, you people have no imagination. Fine, if you want me gone, I’ll leave. Have fun with the carnivorous vines WOMBATs!
((57: No, it’s just… *slaps forehead* Arg. I hate doing this. We don’t… yarg. You can go be a Mary Sue… somewhere else. And don’t call us that, you flea ridden, mangy Grim mean person.))
((Speaking of Sparklypoo, why exactly is Adeia changing into every animal under the sun? Is this usual for her character?
R101, go be a Mary Sue on the Superheroes and Mary Sues RPG. We have need of your services.))
((59 – I’m not. My plan for this was there is a witch in the basement getting mythical creatures for Mr. Joe’s twin’s evil army, with which he, Mr. Bob, was going to take over the school with. Mr. Bob needed a phoenix to complete his army. The witch couldn’t find one so she set a trap and the miniscule remains of my previous powers, led me to it. The witch somehow expanded the powers and they turned me into a phoenix. Now I’m in a cage and Mr. Bob just walked in. ))
((52 – And exactly how long have YOU been here?))
Kai landed next to us. “Where’s Adeia? Have you guys seen her anywhere?â€
“Adeia’s here?” I asked at the same time CTN asked “Who’s Adeia?”
Kai rolled her eyes. “We should go find her.”
“Adeia is one of our friends. We should go find her.” I explained, cranking the handle on my flashlight. ((It’s the mechanically powered kind, no batteries.)) A strong light came out as I pressed the “on” button, standing up. I shone the red beam around the area where we were. Mostly solid concrete, but there was an opening along one wall. There was a spiral staircase heading down below within.
((Could R101 please STOP calling everything a WOMBAT?))
I stare at the spiral staircase. “Oooh, a spiral staircase! I love spiral staircases! Come on, let’s go!!!!!”
“Cassie…” called Kai, but I was too busy running to answer.
((Randomosity 101: …if you’ll stop being so negative, we’d like to get back to our RPG now, thank you very much. I do believe I know a bit more about MuseBlog than you think, considering I’ve been here for twoish years, and I know that people here get annoyed at condescending people. Thank you.))
Kai turned on her flashlight, nearly blinding me with the sudden burst of red light. A spiral staircase came into view.
Someone squealed. “Oooh, a spiral staircase! I love spiral staircases! Come on, let’s go!â€
“Cassie…!” called Kai, but she had taken off.
Of course, I promptly ran after her, nearly killing myself after sliding on a puddle.
I stopped. A puddle? I resumed running. “WAIT! NO! DON’T –“
And the clueless transfer student sat and watched and listened. I am not a terrible person, but i get a rather perverse joy from watching others in extreme pain and nervous situations.
However, unable to control myself, I, the quiet, devious transfer student crept down after everyone else.
((i hate it whenever im on a site for a little while, then i come back a week later and sooooooooo much has changed and my rp person is still just standing there like a lemon. sigh.))
I grunted as I nudged my way through a passageway. There! A trapdoor! I shoved it open. “Oops! Sorry!” I had come across the student lounge. Piggy was frozen dealing out Paker cards. I blushed, and slid back down, continueing on my way to whoknowswhere.
I looked down at the puddle. It looked red, but then, everything did in the light of my flashlight. Kokonilly and I continued running until we caught up to Cassie.
“Remember those screams from before? Somebody could be down here with us. And if that’s the case, we’ve got to stay together and maintain the element of stealth.”
I was just with Kokonilly, and I poked her for the 47th time.
“Ouch!”
“Sorry, wasn’t me.”
We kept heading down the spiral staircase until we found Cassie, who was panting.
“Just how long WAS that staircase?” I hissed, unable to see the top even if I craned my head way up and went into the staircase.
“Extremely,” I gasped. “I like… to run… but that was… a challenge.”
“We really need to clean out the dungeons one of these days,” said Kai resignedly.
“Hey, I found a trapdoor to the student lounge…” Zinc said. “But somehow I don’t think that’s going to help much.”
“You never know,” said Kokonilly. “Maybe it’ll come in handy as an escape route!”
I hurried after the Muse Acadamiers, calling for them to wait up. Finally I reached the bottom of the stairs. “Holy flying meese, that was long!” I craned my head up at the same angle as Noe. “Like one of those weird things you read about in books where space is folded up so you go farther than you see!”
I sat down, head in my hands. “This is… confusing! I never expected-when I got accepted to Muse Academy, I never thought-” I sighed deeply, then gasped. “Oh mountain goats. What exactly am I sitting in?”
“At least we aren’t trapped this time, then.” I whispered.
I ran down the stairs after them. That was tiring. I said nothing and listened. Something about a trapdoor.Something about sitting in something. Something about cleaning the dungeons.
I jumped up as well. We all appeared to be standing in a foot-high layer of filth. I sighed. “The sewer. Cake.”
We were indeed in the sewer. Yuck, yuck, ew, ew, yuckity, yuck yuck… I thought. We were walking more quickly now. The better to get out faster.
“EW!” I exclaimed. We were walking in filth, and I was grossed out. Our plot seemed to be going nowhere, just like us.
All in all, it certainly LOOKED hopeless. oops, did I say looked? I meant smelled.
As we sped up, the smell got… worse. As if that was possible. We wrinkled our noses and plodded on. Some of us were starting to get nervous…
“Are we by an open drain or something?” I asked. The ground beneath the filth seemed to be getting bumpier. “I guess the sewers connect to the island’s natural cave system. In which case, maybe we’re smelling bat droppings…” I cautiously shone my light up.
Not wanting to read through six threads of posts, and wanting to know what on Museica this is about, I present my plea for help. HELP ME!
Sounds coming from the grate behind me and filling my highly sensitive ears droned out the rest of the conversation (( some one can over hear what I described in post 60)) I listened carefully and was delighted to hear my friends!
((78- Muse Academy is a school for Musers, where we study various eclectic subjects and get into an adventure or two between classes.
This current adventure started when my cousin sent me a bag of cough drops with truth serum in them and a note in code. We took the note to the Runes professor, who told us that the note wasn’t in Runes and shooed us out. We went to ask the World Domination teacher, but Noe fell in a trapdoor that led to the caves we’re now currently exploring.))
I heard a strange tapping sound coming from somewhere in the darkness. It sounded like Morse Code. I suddenly wished I’d paid more attention to my spy books. I could make out “SOS”, but that was about it…
“Anybody here know Mose Code?” I whispered.
((The Morse Code is Adeia trying to alert us.))
((80 – sure… not that I even know morse code… ))
In my excitement I stopped feigning sleep and started to try to get out…. Mr. Bob, as I overheard his name to be came closer….
((Should we scratch that part, then?))
((no let’s just pretend I do…. I like it… I got nothing otherwise…))
((Can I join ? I’ll post a profile:
Name: Iris Murry
Age: 14
Looks: red hair, green eyes. Mischievous, but slightly picky and easy to gross out.))
I entered Muse Academy. “Hello ? I’m the new student. Is anybody here ?” Silence. Or maybe I just wasn’t loud enough. I waited for a few minutes, then shoved my trunk (I’m assuming MA is a boarding school, if not, forget about the trunk) under a small table nearby and went exploring. After several twists and turns, I chanced upon a small wooden door. The room behind it was empty. For some reason, I stepped inside…
The rotten wooden floor gave way under my sneakers and suddenly I hurtled down. My first thought:
“Thank goodness I landed in something soft !”
My second thought:
“I think I don’t want to know what I landed in.”
I was frustrated. I’d expected a prank maybe, like walking through a door and having a bucket fall on your head, but not to fall into the sewers. What if no-one found me ? Then I heard voices…
((84- It is a boarding school.))
“I know a little Morse.” Kokonilly said. “I can hear an ‘A’… a ‘D’…an ‘E’…an ‘I’… and another “A”- Adeia!”
“Adeia!” I said excitedly. “Can you tap back? Tell her ‘hi”, or ‘muse’, or ‘exploding pies of doom’, or something!”
Kokonilly tapped out “We’re here. Where are you?”
I shone my flashlight in the direction of the tapping. There was a turn in the cave… with who knows what behind it.
Adeia was tapping back.
“What did she say?” Cat’s Eye asked.
“Be quiet. Don’t let them know you’re here.”
I was pretty sure I didn’t want to know who “they” were.
I sighed, and went for it, saying in a whisper, “Who’re they?”
I shrugged. “Probably no one good,” I whispered back.
I paled, and tapped back “Who’s ‘they’?”.
There were some random, indistinct taps, and nothing. I frantically tapped, “Are you all right?”
Nothing.
I leaned close to Kokonilly, asking in a frantic whisper, “What’s she saying? Is she all right? What’s going on?”
Without my realizing it, my voice had risen to a high pitch and volume. There was a sudden gasp from far back behind us in the tunnel, and quick footsteps.
I exchanged a glance with my fellow Musers. “We’d better run.”
“Cake, Cat’s Eye, be quiet!” I said. We broke into a quick run, then faced a fork.
“Should we split up?” someone asked in hushed tones.
I ran after them. They were tapping at something. A wall, probably. I realized I had dropped behind, and hurried to catch up.
There was someone… or something… behind me.
Who? Or what?
I had been staring at strange writing on the walls.
But now…
“No splitting up, we don’t have radios this time.” I whispered at the fork in the tunnel. We all went down the left fork, which sloped downwards. The air was damper and colder now.
“Must be an opening to the sea somewhere around here.” I thought, as we ran.
I froze. “This weird writing-see, on the walls-it’s the same characters as are on the note. The odd runes.”
I stopped and looked at the writing on the wall, then back down at the note from Neal. Cat was right, they WERE the same.
“Cake, cake, cake, cake,” I whimpered. The footsteps were getting louder, and I had forgotten my toolbox at home. Luckily, I had my Swiss Army knife. As if that would help against the steadily approaching footsteps…
I listened in vain for my friends, but nothing as I started taping out help again….
“I’m cold,” I mumbled. “And there’s nowhere to hide…”
((Can someone meet me ?))
I heard someone tapping on the wall. Then there were footsteps. I screamed and ran, tripping once or twice, ignoring the gunk all down my front. “Help !” I screamed. “Someone get me the cake out of here !”
The footsteps were getting closer. We turned off our flashlights and pressed ourselves into a recess in the cave wall, praying that “they” wouldn’t notice us, whoever “they” were.
I pressed myself into a recess in the cave wall, somehow managing to contort myself into a position so that I was only half as noticeable as before.
The footsteps stopped, and I breathed quietly.
“Where ARE those stupid creatrues?” an exasperated voice exclaimed.
Whoever had been looking for us was very close to our hiding spot indeed.
“Where ARE those stupid creatures?” They exclaimed, with a slight accent that I couldn’t place.
I held my breath…
Someone was whimpering. I felt that I needed to do something.
I grimaced, then dove into the filth.
Swimming silently, I surfaced next to the people – held my breath – and
“WAAAAAUUUGH! Something grabbed my leg!”
“Something bit me!”
“There’s a monster there! LOOK!”
The people who had been following us suddenly started screaming about a monster in the sewage. Unpleasant images of the dianoga garbage squid from Star Wars flashed into my head.
“AHHHHH! It bit me again!” one of them shouted.
“We’ve got to go get back-up!” another one said, and we heard splashing as they ran off in the other direction.
When I was sure they were safely away, I turned on my red flashlight again. A humanoid covered in muck was standing next to me. I started to open my mouth to scream, but the creature whispered:
“No, it’s just me! Kokonilly! Aren’t you going to thank me?”
I relaxed. “That was you biting them?”
She nodded.
“In that case, thank you. That bought us some time.”
((Could somebody meet me plz ? I’m somewhere in the sewer, screaming and feeling very ignored. If you don’t want me to join, then say so instead of ignoring me.))
We started wading towards the wall with the runes on it and found bookgirl_me screaming in the muck.
((where am I? I’m sorry, I’ve lost track. Somewhere in the sewer staring at the walls, I presume, and following the main group. I’m sorry, but I feel ignored. Or is it that I’ve been gone too long?))
Looking like a monster, we continued wading. Somewhere along the way, we saw bookgirl_me screaming her head off. I started to approach her, but she screamed even louder about a goop monster. Startled, I scampered away, not having any idea what a goop monster could possibly be.
I pulled out a fizzer from my pocket. “Here, take this, Kokonilly,” I said to her clearly. Without a second thought, I unlocked the cap, and…
FOOM!
A gigantic jet of water spilled out, cleaning off each and every one of us. But we were now soaking wet. I pulled bookgirl towards me, forgetting I had put my theater makeup on that morning, and because of the water from the fizzer…
My face had black squiggles and lines running across it. As well as the results of my eye makeup, which were pale pink smudges. In effect, I looked like a gothic lolita enthusiast-at least, my face did.
((108- We’re all in the sewers. Some bad guys are after us, but we bought ourselves some time to escape. Adeia’s down here, too, but the bad guys are holding her captive.))
“It’s okay, it’s not a monster, it’s Kokonilly.”
Iris:
I finally caught my breath and stopped screaming.
“Oh. Sorry erm, Kokonilly. Well, at least I’m clean.” I shuddered again. “Are things always like this on your first day or am I just special ?” I asked.
“Sometimes. It really depends on what’s going on at the school.”
I laughed. “It’s usually quite monotonous around here, but occasionally we have a high-stakes adventure.” I gestured wildly. “Like now.”
((no…basically as soon as we come back there is maybe 3 days to a week until we start again…))
((Is someone going to break in to my prison soon cause I got nothin…))
I caught up to the main group.
“But occasionally we have a high-stakes adventure. Like now.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t catch up,” I said. “I was reading the things on the walls… “
“Reading? You mean you can understand those runes?”
((what do runes look like? sorry, I know very little.))
“No. Reading as if staring at them and trying to figure them out. They make just about no sense to me… Please don’t ask me what they mean. I don’t know.”
“Why would someone write: 330 feet, then go left; on a wall ?” I asked.
“Wha – ?” I turned. “You can read that?”
Bookgirl mutely nodded. “Why didn’t you tell us?” I asked.
“You never asked,” she said simply.
“Point taken. Where did you read this?”
She pointed to a location about a hundred feet away. “Then, onward!” I shouted, taking off, ignoring the yells behind me.
We all took off running to where Iris was indicating. “Hey, if you can read that, can you read this?” I asked, pulling out the note from my cousin as I ran.
I went off running, poking Kokonilly in the back with a pencil and grinning. I [i]lived[/i] for things like that.
((122 – Try the greater-than and less-than signs rather than [ and ] s.))
“Sort of. Lemme see… The runes were invented by an ancient medieval secret society. They survived and are theoretically still around today.”
“But what do they do ?” asked Avalongirl. “And why would Deltas cousin write him a note using those runes ?”
“That’s the problem: no-one knows. The last school I was at was in a small village where they had an old castle with those symbols. As soon as people tried to figure them out, they died. They’re not ancient runes, so they have different grammar. The police came and one of the members freaked out. He went mad and committed suicide. But he left a dictionary of the runes behind. I got class credit for helping our teacher translate stuff, but I wasn’t allowed to do any secret papers. So I know a bit…” I trailed off.
((I’m relatively new to this RPG- what should be in the letter ?))
((My name is Kai here, not Delta. Actually, Kai is still the name of my secret identity on the Superhero RPG, but Delta is my alias.
Basically, that he made the truth serum, but put it in cough drops and sent it to us to keep it out of the hands of the guys we’re fighting now.))
((ACK! WHERE AM I?!))
Um, what is this? Can someone explain?
127: Hi, Silver Lining!! Are you a newbie? Welcome!
This is an RPG devoted to Muse Academy, a wonderful academy in an Iceland I don’t think exists where all Musers can play and pie. Right now we’re in an adventure where (deep breath):
Kai got a package of cough drops with truth serum in them and also a note with runes on it, we took the note to the Runes teacher but he said they weren’t runes and kicked us out, we fell down a hole in the World Domination classroom, now we’re in sewers with weird writing on the walls and monsters are chasing us, and bookgirl is explaining Kai’s cousin’s note.
128- You neglected to explain “RPG,” so I will:
“RPG” means Role-Playing Game. You make up a character and write about their role in the current storyline. If you want to join, make a character profile and write them into the story. Anything not related to the story should be enclosed in ((double parentheses)).
((126- Okay, from now on, you and every new person who comes are officially with the group in the sewers and have been there the whole time, to avoid confusion.))
(( Ok so. . . everything makes sense (sort of) and I guess I’ll make a character profile? But first, what info should I include? And yes Cat’s Eye, I am a newbie!))
“Holy wung.” I stopped dead, with a few people colliding into me. I glanced worriedly behind us. “Do we know exactly how to get back to where we were?”
We all looked back. There were several forks we made random turns in earlier. “Um, no…” someone said.
“Ah, well, that’s a pity.” I examined the wall.
((I’m just going to stay out of this and go on with business as usual until I see a place where I can jump in.))
I walk into the lunchroom after a busy morning of classes. I finished my Muse Acadamy Basement story in creative writing and did an assignment of Pre-Calculus questions. I’m looking forward to my free period after lunch.
After getting my plate of baked potatoes and broccoli, I look around for a table with my friends.
“Where are they?” I mutter aloud. I end up sitting outide on a plesant hill about 30 feet away from the main cafeteria.
I waited patiently while Iris read the letter. As soon as she was done, I hoped we could head down the corridor that had had cool sea air in it. If it led to the beach, we could get reinforcements and come back to save Adeia.
Iris:
I read the letter:
Dear Kai,
I’ve found a truth water that is in medicine. Don’t let the toothbrushes have them-fight them with all your life. Wherever you are, they are behind you. Stay away from the ivy and beware the catacombs where the sit. Don’t trust the koala.
Your cousin
I’m sorry, but some of these runes are different from the ones I know… It´s the best I can do. One thing is clear though- those people are serious. I just wish I knew what exactly that rune meant- the one with the “toothbrushes”. Rune names tell you a lot about a person.
“Hmmm… well, the first part is obvious and the ‘toothbrushes’ are obviously why he sent them to us… I didn’t even know they had toothbrushes in the Middle Ages… The third sentence creeps me out… the ‘ivy’ might be that carnivorous plant and maybe these are the catacombs…” I shuddered at the possibility that somebody could be buried down there, with us.
“As for the koala, I have no idea. I took a picture holding a koala in Australia once.”
((Bookgirl, my name here is either Noe, Noelani, or Samhain. My character’s 11, so do what you will. She’s just…about 4’9.))
((Ooh I know toothbrushes= Mr. Joe and his cousin Mr. Bob, who currently have me captive…. RESCUE ME PLEASE))
((Iris isn’t exactly going to get the nobel prize for excellent translation (yes, I know that doesn’t exist, but if it would, she wouldn’t get it). The plot could always twist slightly when it turns out she was wrong about something; the koalas could be calculators for example. I want to leave freedom for interpretation, since I’m new at this RPG and the inventor is Kai’s cousin, after all. Oh, and Iris doesn’t know Adeia or that they’re being pursued-this might be a good time to enlighten her.))
“Aren’t we missing someone ?” I asked. “From the noise, there were more people down here.”
“Adeia; we’re missing Adeia.” I was suddenly gripped by worry. where was she, and what was happening to her?!
“Noise?” I repeated, listening carefully. Was that… yes, Adeia was tapping Morse Code again! “That’s Adeia! Kokonilly, can you translate again?”
“Who’s Adeia?” Iris asked.
“She’s one of our friends. She was with us, but somebody captured her.”
Iris:
“Someone captured her ! But that means that there’s someone evil down here ! I thought those footsteps coming round the far corner were a friend joining the party !” I cried out, shocked.
“B-b-but, I thought those footsteps were YOU!” Cassie shrieked. Everyone stared at her. “Cassie….” someone said.
“OK, OK, OK, but WE HAVE ENEMIES?”
“Shhh. Yes, we have enemies. And that’s why we can’t go around shrieking. We’ve got to save Adeia. Here’s the plan…”
“I think all but a few of us should follow the tapping and go from there. The few who don’t follow the tapping can stay here. If the first group doesn’t come back in 20 minutes, the people who stayed behind have to get out of here by any means necessary and call the authorities.”
“No,” I said firmly. “We shouldn’t split up.” I gestured vaguely. “This isn’t like last time. We don’t have any communicators.”
“That’s a good point. But we need to have a Plan B if everybody gets captured.”
“There’s a trapdoor to the student lounge somewhere around here,” Cassie volunteered. “Zinc said she saw it while we were exploring.”
((Ahem. . . sorry to be pushy, but no one has answered my question about what to include in a character profile. Is everyone still in the sewer?))
((148 – Erm, looks, personality, not much else. Background is unnecessary and classes are too. And, yes, everyone is in the sewer.))
((Then I didn’t really do a profile.))
((150 – It’s not necessary at all. I don’t think I filled one, even.)
((O-kay, back to the story.))
I twisted my face around. “But what if we’re too far away from it? If the… toothbrushes catch us, and the trapdoor is nowhere near, what do we do?”
“That’s why I think we need to split up. And we may not have communicators, but the tunnels DO echo. After all, we can hear Adeia’s Morse Code tapping from here, right? So we sort of have a natural communication channel.”
“I don’t know Morse.”
“I vote we should take two or three people out the trapdoor. Then there could be two groups that stay down here, one that stays around where we are now and one that follows the tapping. Does anyone besides Nilly and me understand Morse?” I put in.
“You never said you understand Morse!” said Kai.
“Well, I do, but I’m not too good at it…”
“That’s a better plan that I could think of. Okay, so we’ll need one person who knows Morse in the following group and the other in the group that stays here. Somebody wearing a watch has to be in the group that stays here, too.”
“You can count me out on the watch thing,” I said. “I’m horrible with time. But I do sort of understand Morse code, so I’ll do either group. It’s up to Nilly.”
“Um…” I hesitated, not wanting to assume too much responsibility. “Sure.”
I sighed; I had never bothered to learn Morse code, Turkish (my old school offered a Turkish club), sign language, or any other language. I had trouble.
After all, I was only 10 1/2-I’d skipped two grades, so I was in 6th when I should really have been in fourth*.
Bored, I took out my iTouch (which had somehow managed to stay clean and working fine) and started playing Touch Physics.
“If anyone wants me, I’ll be bouncing a round ball into a star using geometric shapes,” I called out quietly.
*=((I’m in 5th grade, but was born like the day before the cutoff. I’m assuming that Muse Academy is mostly a middle/high school.))
((P.S. The iPod Touch ROCKS! Touch Physics is a real game as well. I’m obsessed.))
“Hey, does that MP3 have a clock on it?” I asked.
I grinned. “It does! Okay, I’m anal about time. I’ll be the watch person in a group.”
((Okay, this is my character profile. (Even though it’s unnecessary)
Name: Mira Flitt
Looks: Long, wavy brown hair that is often unkempt. Gray, almost silver, eyes. Pale skin and freckles. Wears lots of blacks and grays and blues.
Personality: Keeps to herself, though will certainly come up with a snappy comeback if someone insults her. Smart but not in a “school” way. Enjoys daydreaming and not listening to people. Very independent.))
I glanced around the darkness of the sewer. My shoulder brushed up against the grimy wall and I leapt back, knocking a few people over. I mumbled, “Sorry” and wiped off the sleeve of my sweatshirt.
“Does anyone know where we are?” I said to no one in particular. “Because it’s very dark and I’d like to get out of here soon. Where is the exit?”
((I’m posting my character profile, even though I didn’t have to. It’s always good to do extra though.
Name: Celia T. Northern
Appearance: Shoulder-length braided brown hair, dark brown eyes, Medium-ish short height, wears green and blue and suits sometimes (rarely)
Personality: Sometimes timid and confused, a bit snappy at times, but usually curious and wondering. Not very good at school, but not bad at it either. Has a strange imagination, is more independent than dependent. ))
“We’re in the sewer. ” I said. “I think. Somewhere under Muse Academy. The exit is somewhere that way…” I gestured towards the way we came.
“That’s helpful,” I replied, looking over my shoulder at the area Celia had gestured to. The sewer was lit by a few bare torches, each spaced about fifteen feet between one another. I hugged myself, feeling very cold and alone.
“Okay, so that’s Cat’s Eye, Noe and either Rose Quartz or Kokonilly in the group that stays here.”
“I don’t want to stay!” I was getting jittery. I wanted to explore!
Iris:
“Wait a minute !” I cried out. “There are people here who kidnapped Adeia and are evil according to the note. I don’t think anyone should stay here. Over these pipes, sound carries well. What if they already know where we are and want to ambush us ? Let’s get out of here while we still can ! Let’s follow the tapping and worry about decoding it as we go. We’re sitting ducks here.”
I hoped from foot to foot, wanting to be off. I didn’t feel comfortable so deep underground, especially in unchartered tunnels. What if there was poisonous gas ? I shuddered, resisting the urge to run away. I hated being deep underground…
((163– I just realized something! Your Muse Academy character has the same initials as your screen name.))
“That’s a good point. Okay, how about half follow the noise and half go to the surface and IMMEDIATELY call the authorities? I’m sure the Navy remembers our number from the other two times the GAPAs called.”
((168- I try to make all my characters somewhat connected to my screen name. There’s another character of mine on another thread that also has the initials. ))
I liked being underground. I detested the smell, but being in the darkness was something I really liked. I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t exactly want to meet some evil person either. Huh, what did I want to do? I had no clue.
“Point taken.” I laughed a bit, remembering the other times the Navy was called. Once to remove that one chemistry experiment, and the other to patch up that incident with the Pyromaniacs Club. “I’ll continue exploring.”
“I’ll like to explore, if no one minds, “I said. “Will the authorities be helpful?”
“They took away the ghost ship that one time, so I’d say they’ll believe anything as long as we say it happened at Muse Academy.”
“The ghost ship? I don’t remember that one.” I chuckled. “They do know us well.”
The wall of the tunnel were starting to feel like they were caving in on me. I shoved my hands into my pockets and sucked in the stale air. A dripping noise sounded ahead. The noise came closer, closer, until I slipped in a puddle. But it wasn’t a puddle, for I kept falling farther and farther into a hole in the floor.
I screamed maniacally as I plummeted into the seemingly bottomless pit. I landed hard, with a thud, on the sopping wet floor.
I looked around, pressing my hands against the walls of the hole. “Help!!!!!” I shrieked. My voice echoed off the walls. A face appeared above me, staring down into the hole. “Help,” I whispered. “Someone, please.”
The sound of somebody screaming drew us out of our planning. We hurried in the sound of the noise, almost falling into a deep pit. When we shone the light down, we saw somebody inside.
“Help.” En whispered. “Someone, please.”
“Do we have any rope?”
“If we had rope, we wouldn’t be down here, remember?”
“Speaking of rope, do you think those nice carnivorous vines would work?” I gestured towards the way we came from. We were far from the entrance, but there were vines in case anyone would ever need them.
“Good idea! We did cut a few vines off in our escape, those might do nicely.” I turned to the person in the pit “Hang in there, we’re just getting some vines to help you climb up.”
“Here, I’ve got them.” I handed them to Kai.
Someone flung down a rope-like vine into the tunnel. I grasped it with my shaking hands and began to climb up the vine. Good thing I took rock-climbing classes, I thought as I clung to the side of the hole and pulled myself out of the pit.
“Thanks,” I gasped, quite out of breath. I brushed off my jeans and peered down into the hole. “I wonder why that’s there.”
I chuckled. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately. “Yeah, there’s a bunch of really strange stuff here at MA. I remember this one time, we found some Sizans…”
“Sizans? What are Sizans?” I wasn’t the newest student, but I was still new. Huh, MA is quite interesting.
“Long story. Very long story…”
I had to agree with Celia. “Yeah, what the heck are Sizans?” I asked, tactfully stepping around the hole. I still couldn’t figure out why it was there. “Have any of you ever fallen into a 20-foot deep hole in the middle of the sewer?”
“No.” I admitted. “I’m sorry to hear that you had to experience something so… unpleasant.”
“Sizans are these neo-Nazis who had a base under here once. The Navy came and locked them all up. As for the hole, perhaps whoever’s captured Adeia put there for security.”
I tilted my head to the side. “The amount of cover-ups the government do here must be monumental.”
“True.” I grinned. “Now we must plunge onward into the vast recesses of this dank cave…” I paused. “That sounded really cool. It should be in a book. Or a movie.” I scribbled it on my hand along with the words ‘NaNo/Screnzy’.
“Okay, everybody who’s going upstairs should go up right now. ” I said. Giving orders felt weird.
“Upstairs?” I echoed. “What do you mean?”
“We know about a way out that some of us can take while the others go to save Adeia.”
I suddenly felt really weird. Everything seemed far away, and what was with the sound level? Was everyone whispering? Something was wrong.
I started to walk away, but my legs felt heavy, as did my eyes. No! I mentally screamed at myself. Don’t fall asleep! The Overtakers will trap you! But I couldn’t help it.
Even though I knew I’d be trapped in perma-sleep, I gave in. Suddenly Kokonilly’s face was bending over me! “Noe!” she shouted. “Hang on!” She was far away and quiet. How was she above me? I vaguely realized I was on the ground, and i tried to stay awake.
But I couldn’t. I collapsed to the ground, asleep-and until my NHI (Ninja Host Interactive) was phased out, or crossed over, I’d be trapped in perma-sleep. I wouldn’t be in a coma, but something very close. I was gone.
((Overtakers? You’ve read The Kingdom Keepers, too? Cool!))
((Yes I have, Kai-and the sequel. Just pretend my character got hired as a NHI for a Naruto exhibit at Disney. And the Overtakers…dislike me.))
This really wasn’t making sense. “Who on Earth is Adiea?” I said to Kai. Then this girl next to me passed out. “Are you okay?” I asked her, leaning over her to see. She moaned, and fell silent. Kokonilly rushed over to her, shrieking, “Noe! Hang on!” I watched in horror as Noe completely lost conciousness. (SP?!) I knelt beside Noe and peered into her face.
“Hello?” I whispered, waving my hand in front of her. “Are you still alive?”
Noe didn’t reply.
“Oh, my.” I paled. “Not again… let’s hope there are no serious injuries.” I shouldered Noe – she was rather light – and faced the group.
“One person unconscious, for unknown reasons. What now?”
((There’s a sequel? I’ve got to check that out.))
“Adiea is one of our friends. She was taken captive befo-” I stopped as we saw Noe faint.
“One person unconscious, for unknown reasons. What now?” Kokonilly asked.
“We have to get her to the school infirmary through that trapdoor to the lounge. This takes precedence over the previous plans. Let’s go.”
((All those trapdoors at Muse Academy were expensive, but I’m glad we installed them. I just wish we’d been able to afford more hidden staircases.))
((198 – A good idea indeed. Look how useful they are!))
((Writer’s block… this was kind of a pointless post. Oh, well.))
((HINT FOR WAKING NOE UP:
…Maintenance cages, people-Kai, you know what I mean.))
((200- what? I guess I haven’t been here long enough. ))
“Do you know how you can wake her up?” I asked, for I did not know how. “It might be a long way to the trapdoor.”
((201- I believe it has something to do with whatever The Kingdom Keepers is…))
“From what I know of the DHI program, and what I think may have happened, to wake her up down here would take a lot of technology we don’t have at the moment. So we’ll have to do the carrying. Everybody can help carry her to make it go faster.” I realized that Student Ambassador program really had gotten me thinking like a leader.
“I suppose,” I said as I took Noe’s left leg.
((Can we not base this on a book some of us haven’t read? I’m getting really confused…))
Wordlessly, I took Noe’s head, putting an arm under her back to raise her into the air. “C’mon, people.”
((205 – Me too. ))
((It’s not really integral to what’s going on. All that matters is getting Noe to some medical help and coming back for Adeia. We can treat it as if she’d simply fainted.))
((207- Please, please do.))
Iris:
I grabbed one of Noe’s arms and helped the others.
We emerged from the trapdoor into the lounge, carrying Noe’s unconscious body. Some of the Paker players stared at us.
((I’d like to join this, but am much too lazy to read the whole thing (hey, I only get 20 minutes of MuseBlog time a day). So (point a) is it okay with The World in General if I join? (point b) Can I have a summary, please? Thanks.))
((211- (A)- Yes.
(B)- Some adventures trying to decode a note from my cousin led us underground and into the clutches of a dangerous conspiracy. One of us, Adeia, was captured, but signaled through Morse Code that she was safe. We are currently back on the surface, getting reinforcements and medical help for Noelani, who fainted.))
((212- Okay. Here’s a profile for my character:
Koppar den Vetenskapsman
Age: 12 1/3
House: Coontz
Should I write myself in or can someone else write me in?))
((My profile:
Loreena Chatheng
Age: 12/13
House: Lasley))
I noticed everyone carrying Noe and approached the growing crowd of people around her.
“What happened?”, I ask.
I glared at the Paker players, who were staring, and led the way to the nurse’s office.
“We were in the sewers and she passed out. We need somebody to call the Navy again.” I explained, to Loreena.
“I will!” A boy volunteered. “Koppar den Ventenskapsman, at your service.”
((216- I’m a girl.))
I borrowed a cellphone from a teenager standing near me and dialed the Navy’s number. This felt very, very, very, VERY awkward. ((Am I supposed to be calling anyone in particular? And it’s about reinforcements, right?))
((216- I thought Koppar was a girl… is en? Or is it just en’s character? *is confuzzled*))
(( And how dd you know which house you are in? *is confuzzled*))
Iris:
“Why the navy ?” I wondered aloud. “Aren’t the police good enough ?”
((What’s going on?))
((217- Sorry. And yes, it’s about reinforcements.))
“Because the people at the Navy know us very well. Perhaps a bit too well.”
((220- We are in the sewers because Noe fell down here during something about cough drops. Adeia is somewhere down here, captured by… Mr Joe? I think. Now Noe fainted so we are getting her back up to the school.))
((220-Some adventures trying to decode a note from my cousin led us underground and into the clutches of a dangerous conspiracy. One of us, Adeia, was captured, but signaled through Morse Code that she was safe. We are currently back on the surface, getting reinforcements and medical help for Noelani, who fainted.))
I rolled my eyes. “I`d ask you to explain, but I expect the explanation would scare me.”
Iris:
“Okay.” I said. ((Plotline ?))
((We need to get medical help for Noe and to call the Navy.))
((Hello again! Some updates on where I am…))
After munching on my baked potatoes while reading my newest fantasy book and staring off into the forest, admiring the view, for a while, I look at my cell phone and discover that 45 minutes had gone by. By now, I know my friends are in some sort of trouble/adventure.
“Meh. They’ll get out of it,” I mutter to myself, “We’ve never had any deaths on adventures before…”
I snap my book shut, hoist my backpack onto my shoulder, and trudge under its textbook-filled weight back to the cafeteria to bus my plates.
What house am I in
Iris:
“Do we have a school nurse or something ? Does anyone have the navy on speed-dial ?”
“GAPA Lasley probably does.”
“Why were you in the sewers anyway?” I asked. Hearing no answer, I decided to let the matter rest. “I don’t even know if my phone has the Navy’s number on it anymore. It used to, but then my phone was bunnified, and now all the numbers are weird. I remember, using speed dial, accidentaly calling the Supreme Bunny Lord instead of my math teacher. That had been sad…” I trail off, seeing as no one is listening. “I’ll check.”
“It’s kind of a long story, but there’s some sort of evil conspiracy down there and they’ve captured a student!”
“It appears I do have their number! Can someone else talk for me, though? I really need to go pick up my laptop from the Anti-BunnyVirus center (they were supposed to be done infusing it with bunny repellent ten minutes ago). You can give me my cell phone back after Noe’s confirmedly safe, hopefully by dinner.”
And with that, I rushed off, my partly-empty green-and-purple laptop bag flapping behind me.
((SFTDP. I felt I didn’t want to add seen things to unseen things.))
I sped up and down staircases, around corners, and finally through a secret passage that I had discovered when I first came here. I had never seen anyone else in it, though, so I assumed I was the only one who knew about it.
I entered the ProLab. “I’m sorry I’m late,” I panted at the head of the ProLab’s Front Desk Committee. “I got held up near…anyway, I got held up. Are you done yet?”
The head of the PLFDC looked strangely absent. He walked through the door, his body language told me to follow him. I saw my laptop in the familiar infusement vat, but instead of green, like it should have been, the potion was bright blue.
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Apparently one of our lab assistants added something extra, and it turned blue. We quickly took the computer out, cleaned it off, and turned it on, but it said nothing but We Are The Mutants. We Want Revenge. There were also some very demented-looking brackets all over it…we tossed them off, don’t worry.”
Brackets…that reminded me of something. I realized that the PLFDC was not exactly composed of the most knowing people. They didn’t know much about wungs.
“And you say these are truth serum?” Ms. Lasley asked me, eying the bag as I finished my story.
“Yes- watch.” I pulled out a cough drop and put it in my mouth, paused for a moment, and then-
“I still have a teddy bear. When I was little, I was afraid of Chewbacca. I think I saw a ghost at the Halloween Ball and I’ve been freaked out over it ever since.” I spit out the cough drop into the garbage can.
“I see…” She picked up the phone to call the Navy.
Iris:
“Keep those things away from me.” I said, shuddering. “The truth is always inconvenient.”
((I’m creating my schedule on the computer. Eventually, I will print it, add handwritten notes, scan it, and send it in. So far, it looks flamablamablous.))
“But if we’re not supposed to let the evil people have the serum, why don’t we just lock ourselves in a room and eat the cough drops until there’s none left?”, I suggested.
“That could mess us up for good!” I cried.
“We should melt them all down, dilute the mixture and flush it down the toilet.”
“But what if ‘they’ have access to the pipes?”
((What happened? Summary, please?))
Iris:
“We could feed it to a dog or a cat ! Does anyone have a pet ? What about feeding it to some alligators at the zoo ? it wouldn’t hurt if they told the truth. Besides, the cough drops wouldn’t hurt them- would they ? Worst case, we draw straws and the person who loses has to eat all of them.”
“What if we diluted it and evaporated the water into the air. It’d just get mixed in with the clouds and go everywhere. They would never find enough for it to be usable.”
“But what if it got inhaled by someone?
“Let’s feed it to all the politicians in the world,” I said. “Nah, never mind. Worldwide war wouldn’t be a good thing.”
“If it was diluted in water, I don’t think the gas would have much effect.”
“But we need to know for sure! Let’s run a test in the labs. We’ll get people to sign up to be test subjects, people who don’t have much to confess, and feed it to them diluted differently. When they don’t say anything when they drink it, we’ll dilute what’s left the same amount and drink it all. Who’s up for it?”
“I think that’s be fine with me,” I said. “I’ll be a test subject.”
“Okay, I volunteer. We’re all in this together. Besides, I’ve already told most of the really embarrassing things about myself today.” I said “The worst that would come out would be how my parents voted in the past 3 elections.”
Iris:
“I’ll help too. Just promise you won’t laugh.”
((I am aware of the fact that I’m not really supposed to be talking to you guys, realistically, because I am in the student computer lab doing research on wung DNA mutations. So I am going to fix this by writing transitions between my various actions that I have already taken part in.))
After 234:
I grabbed my laptop out of the potion, and not waiting for the PLFDC people to yell at me. Having been doing most of my volunteer intern hours here, I knew how to operate the Potion-Sucker 2000, aka a vacuum cleaner for laptops. I locked the door behind me to make sure I was not interrupted, put the computer into the P-S 2000, and set the dial to “speed-dry”.
It may be called the speed-dry, but it still takes over an hour, and I cursed myself for not having a book with me and the ProLab’s staff for not putting a usable computer in the DryRoom. I guess most people can safely leave the room for the Drying time. Unfortunately, I was not part of those “most people” and had to sit there for over an hour with nothing but a knife for entertainment. (If anyone asks, those pie-throwing curvature angle diagrams have always been etched into the counter like that.)
Finally it was done. The PLFDC people seemed to have given up on catching me, and they had gone away from the door. I stuffed my laptop into my bag, stepped outside of the DryRoom, and walked briskly across the ProLab. After that I went to my dorm room to drop off the DryRooms’ report of the results of the drying process for later study and checked my laptop’s homework planner app to see if I had any homework, with no actual intent of discovering that I did. To my dismay, I discovered that my labwork teacher, after being forced to read my very off-the-wall ideas of possible experiments, had assigned me a huge packet of lab/experiment formats that I had to study, highlight, and complete by the following day.
Grumbling, I set to work, and was done an hour and a half later. Angry at my teacher for driving all thoughts but “always include a control variable” from my brain, I walked to the labwork classroom to turn it in. But passing the((place that we were having our lab test conversation in just a while ago)), I heard your voices and then post 237 happened.
Right before the ball:
I walked to my dorm room and pulled out my ballgown. It looked beautiful, and I was very glad I’d chosen it. I stepped into it, zipped it up as far as I could, and asked Nelby to come out of the side chamber he had been sitting in to avoid seeing me change and to help me zip it up. He did so, but silently, and I could tell something about this was bothering him. As I looked at him longer, I realized what it was. Silently, I picked up my small daintly handbag that I was planning to use for the ball, the one that could barely hold my cell phone and a pack of tissues in it, and sighed. I put it back on the desk and walked over to my closet. After enough searching, I found a handbag that was about half-normal-tote-bag size and that kind of matched the color of my dress. I put it on, opened it, and held it open in front of Nelby’s perch. “Hop on in,” I said. His eyes brightened, and he was about to jump when he remembered something. He climbed back to his side chamber area, and came drove out fifteen minutes later wearing a black tux, a dark blue tie, and driving an automated horse-drawn carriage-looking thing.
I gave a small hoot as he opened the door for me. I got into the carriage, making sure not to get my skirt caught in the door, and we drove off to the ball through the dorm corridors, surprising a great many people.
We arrived in front of the ballroom. Nelby parked the carriage, crawled out, and jumped into my still-open purse.
((now my May Day Ball posting starts))
Interviewing the mail wung, we found out that he’d only dropped one more cough drop in the hallway.
“Uh, oh.” I said. “How are we ever going to find it now.”
By a remarkable coincidence, we suddenly heard a boy outside the office exclaim “My real name is Virgil!”, followed by a subsequent outburst of laughter from those around the speaker.
We all ran out the door and got the boy to spit out the cough drop.
((Yes, this is sort of a reference to something. Not something related to the plot, though.))
I stared at the small bit of candy. “It must take ages to dissolve the whole thing! How are we ever going to get rid of them? But maybe we should just give them to the FIB or the CIA. They’ll find uses for them.”
“That’s a good idea, but what are we going to do until they get here?” I asked.
Iris:
“Maybe we could hide somewhere… there must be some sort of secret passage or room here that isn’t the sort of “secret” that everyone knows about !”
“Okay, let’s call the FBI and all stay in this room guarding the candy until they get here. We’ll tell them it’s high priority.”
“I’ve got their number!” I said, dialing it on my cell phone.
“Hello, FBI?” someone said on the other end.
“Can you send someone over to Muse Academy stat? It’s urgent. High priority.”
“Not again,” en muttered under ens breath–or had I imagined it?
“Please?”
“We’ll send over a team. I’m assuming this is confidential?”
“Yes. Very.”
I walk along the hallway. I needed a break from the ball, it was simply too overwhelming. I walk through my dorm room and onto the balcony. The breeze cools me, and the leaves rustle. Actually, they’ve been rustling for longer than the breeze has been blowing. There’s something wrong here. I peek into the potted plant. In the branches are Nelby and a wung, who I’m assuming is female, and they are just sitting there and blowing at leaves. I smile. Wungs are so sweet…
As RoseQuartz hung up, Virgil volunteered to go out and get a board game or something to keep us entertained while we watched the truth serum.
We played Sorry! for a few hours, keeping the bag of cough drops in the center of the board. Our thoughts kept turning back to the underground tunnels, where Adeia was still trapped…
Iris:
I lost several rounds of sorry, apologizing absently.
“What on earth happened to the FBI? They should have been here hours ago! We can’t just sit here forever. I know I suggested this plan, but we can’t just wait while something happens to Adeia!”
I got up and started to pace.
There was a knock on the door. One of the GAPAs opened it to see several individuals in dark suits.
“We’re here about that truth serum. Is this the right place?” A blond woman asked.
“Yes, agents.” Iris responded. “Thanks for coming.”
“Now, how are we supposed to know this isn’t some sort of put-on?” A man with brown hair and glasses asked.
“Uh…” I started. We were all hesitant to put another cough drop in our mouth.
((This is story unrelated, but I’ve found a cool MA building- google akademisches gymnasium vienna. Wikipedia has some pics. It’s a Howgwarts-ish sort of place.))
((Hmm…I agree.))
“How about you, young man?” One of the FBI agents asked, pointing to the kid who was embarrassed that his name was Virgil.
“Well…” he pulled out a cough drop, put it in his mouth, announced “My MIDDLE name is Ivan!”, and spit it out, his face red. “My parents kind of had a funny taste in names.”
((Ack. Please fill me in!))
((Okay, my cousin sent me some cough drops that contain truth serum and a note. While trying to decode the note, we encountered a conspiracy in the sewers beneath the school that captured Adeia. We also found out they’d captured my cousin and he’d sent the drops to me to keep them out of their hands. When we escaped to the surface, we called the FBI and we’re demonstrating the truth serum to convince them of our story so they’ll help us free Adeia.))
((But you do now there are hundreds of other mythical beasts captured with me that Mr. Bob can control, right? can the FBI deal with that?))
((Oh, you’re still in the sewer? Good good.))
Me too please
((The authorities took care of the ghost ship and Superior Saturday’s interuniversal gang okay. I think it’s all a matter of reinforcements.))
Suddenly, I realized that I still had my wung-related research hanging on the student lab computers. I quickly sprinted to the lab, hoping no one had seen it…only to find some boy sitting at the computer I had used, intently reading the report I had compiled. ((Does anyone want to claim this “boy” as themselves?))
Attention. This is the NPFL armada. Muse Academy harbor is now blockaded–all rafts, yachts, submarines, garbage boats, luxury cruisers, cargo ships, and everything arriving or leaving will be turned back until the GAPAs agree to make a new Pie Isle thread. Really, we need one. And just so you, this blockade applies to the Hare and Hedgepig, Muse Academy, and all spin off threads. *is inspired by the Cuban Missile Crisis blockade he is currently studying*
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((*Cheesy Russian accent* Alright, Kennedy, we have deal. *Cheesy Russian accent*))
((267.1- Good for you, Khrushchev. Niiice, we just saved the world from certain nuclear destruction. Go us! ))
((And in WAY less time than it took the adults. We rock! Gee, if I’d known we were going to play Cold War, I would have asked to be somebody in the space program. Maybe Korolev…))
post 266?
IS ANYONE HERE?!?! PEOPLE PLEASE COME HERE!!!
270) I`m here, but obiviously not a boy.
((Me, either.)
((I guess I should read this thread before joining… I’m attempting to read the past posts, but I only got to the third thread, and became completely confused. Anyway, I was thinking… Could I be a transfer from Professor Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters? I don’t want any really special powers, I just want to emit random noises, that I have no control over, and inopportune times. If that makes sense. If the ban on powers is still/back in place, that’s fine, I’ll just be normal. I might do that anyway, or I might not be a transfer, but it would be interesting to play a character that randomly booms, sproings, or other interesting noises.))
((Could someone give a summary of everything? I’d (along with Errata) like to join.))
((Well, I can’t give a summary of everything but I did just read the rest of the thread, and know more or less what’s going on.
As far as I can tell:
Kai received cough drops that contain a truth serum, and a note in code.
They failed to discover what the note meant.
They randomly fell into the sewer.
Many adventures happened in the sewer, and then they got out to revive one person, leaving behind another, who they will go back to save later.
The FBI arrived, to take the cough drops.
They are now proving to the FBI that the cough drops are real, and that they should take them.
If somebody else could turn up and answer my question, I’d be much obliged. A GAPA, maybe? Anyone?))
((and if anyone wants to be the boy from my post 266, be my guest.))
((I’ll be the boy from post 266. What did Errata say about special powers? Can I have some? P*ease?))
((Special powers are generally not allowed, but emitting random noises would be okay.))
((OK. Can you please react to me coming in?))
I sat at the computer reading a confusing printout. Suddenly, a girl walks in. “What are you doing here?” She asks not that nicely.
“Umm… reading the computer printout?”
“Why?”
“Cause it was there.” I run out of the room, going to my first class. Numerology. Taught by Robert Coontz. Wonderful.
When I got there, students were already doing problems:
How many roads must a man walk down?
6×9=?
42. I knew the answers, having read HG2G. Robert then walked in with a fancy flourish, whirling his pen in the air.
((6x7 is 42.))
((It’s an HG2G thing)) ((plus, it’s not really a printout if it’s not printed, is it?))
I was confused and slightly angry. Why had the boy run off? I wanted to know who he was, and where he went. I knew how easily I could find out. But I’d been kicked out of way too many schools’ computer labs before. Did I really want to get in trouble before I even got my first report card? I sighed. Rules had never stopped me before. I sat down and opened up my hacker page, a faint smile on my face.
Apparently, his current class was Numerology, with Coontz. Wonderful.
I walked down the hallway to the Numerology class. Not wanting to barge in, I sat down on the bench near the door, took out my laptop, and hacked into the lab’s computer to download the page I had made and to delete it from the lab. I finished my anti-discoverment brush-up and turned off my laptop just as the class ended, and the door opened, students pouring out in a steady flow.
I spotted the boy from the lab immediately, and grabbed him by the shoulder. He whirled around. He looked pretty surprised to see me, and opened his mouth to speak.
“How’d you-”
I interrupted him. “You saw my research document. How far did you read?”
“You saw my research document. How far did you read?”
“Not very far. I didn’t really under stand it at all. I can’t remember much of anything about it. But I’m willing to help, with whatever you do.”
“Apparently, about three months ago, some wungs with mutated DNA began to thrive in this area, but no one noticed. People treated them the same as regular wungs, and that angered them, because they felt that they should be compensated for being born blue. They wanted revenge, so they decided to invade the place where people are most knowledgable about wungs.They got ahold of my laptop and accidentaly messed up the anti-HPBvirus process. They typed in, “WE ARE THE MUTANTS. WE WANT REVENGE.”, and fainted. I’m not exactly sure why. The ProLab employees shook them off, and they’re probably in some trash can nearby.”
((Ok, I’m still assuming that my group is in front of the FBI, proving that the cough drops with truth serum (or CDwTS are real. So I’ll just throw my random odd character back into teh the story.))
I randomly woke up. Trying not to let anyone else know I was awake, In scanned the room through half-closed eyes, spotting the FBI. Ah, well, I was used to that-look, what’s wrong with video game hacking? Actually, I liked stalking Muse Academy. I’d taken over the video feed of some surveillance cameras at the school, giving myself a look on who came, so I figured out the kind of people I’d be going to school with.
…What?
I swiftly pulled my fingers towards my shirt, pulling a small sticky camera out from the inside of it. If I wanted to spy on FBI headquarters…well, then I’d do that.
((279- If the agents catch you, they’ll NEVER help us!))
((My character’s name is Errata, by the way. I could sneak that in somewhere, but it’s easier to do this.))
Great. I was going to school, for the first time ever. A new group of people to sit around and listen to their conversations, occasionally taking part. A new group to feel like an outcast in. But maybe this school would be different from my other groups. Maybe I actually could fit in to this one.
I sincerely hoped this wasn’t one of my ‘noisy’ days. If I could make a few friends before anybody realized my… problem, I might be able to get by.
It was then that I heard a burbling noise coming from my mouth. Darn. I could probably go upstairs to my dormitory, lock myself in, and survive the day, but there was no point. I sighed, and went on. At least I could email Mom, and ask her to take me home.
((280-I KNOW! I’ve got a way to make sure it doesn’t happen, of course. And I’m just thinking I’m covered by a blanket as well.))
I thanked Kokopelli that my hands were close to my shirt, but…it wasn’t there! My mini-camera was gone! I shot bolt upright, gasping. Then I noticed that everyone in the room was staring at me.
Without explaining, I pulled myself onto a couch arm, scanning the room and listening to the conversations.
“Great. What should we do? It sounds like the wungs are beyond allying, but we don’t want wung enemies.”
Hmmm. “We should probably tell someone!” I said to the boy, grabbed his hand, and pulled him along toward where our friends were congregated.
“So, you say there’s some sort of conspiracy down there, but you have no idea how armed they are or how many people they have?”
“Exactly.”
((A little boost))
((Another boost.))
I shoved my way in front of Kai.
“Actually, Mr-” I took a second to glance at the guy’s nametag- “Chapman, I have more info. I’ve monitored the Dungeons ever since I went down in the first place-look, I’ve got little flying cameras-and when I checked one’s feedback out right before I fainted, I saw a group of people, about 25 or so, carrying smoke bombs. Each one had a weapons belt on that contained a blaster and a rinse, and a grenade or two. Heavily armed, but the way they acted, it didn’t seem like there were more…I think the shock caused me to faint.”
“Well, that certainly clears things up. We’re going to be able to save your friend after all.”
“Waitaminute!” I hastily said to Kai. “Who got captured, anyway? Remember, I’m new here, and whoever got captured I might not…”
I trailed off, my point completely lost upon the two others.
“Adeia. She’s been here for about a year and she was part of the group in another adventure we had last year.”
She dragged me off to the headmaster’s office.
“Wat, wait WAIT! ” I said. “I didn’t sign up for this!”
“Yes, you did. You signed up for Muse Academy.” We arrived at the headmaster’s office, to find the headmaster had disappeared.
“Hello? Anybody here?” She yelled. Suddenly the headmaster came bustling in. “The wungs have mutated. They’ve turned blue, and now are egotistical.” I said.
“I know dear. I know.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I will… help them.” The headmaster suddenly flew at us.
“Oh no! The wungs must have hypnotized her!” She yelled. We ran. Suddenly, a group of wungs blocked our path. One jumped on me, and even though it was incredibly small, I was knocked down. It stared at me, and I saw blueness… blueness….
I
was
Wungified.
((that wasn’t actually like anything I had in mind, but no matter.))
I snatched the newly wungified Enceladus and dragged him along to Celia T. Northern. (Hint, hint, Furry.)
((Should I have turned into a wung, or just be hypnotizedish? I prefer being a wung.))
((The wungs shouldn’t really have any kind of hpb-like/evil abilities. They’re misunderstood, not evil.))
((Ok, I’ll be a wung, not evil, but with the misunderstood feelings))
After the first few seconds of shock at becoming a wung, I looked around, and realized Loreena had picked me up. I was covered in thick, dense blue fur, and I had the sense of extra, no human dimension that I could move in. I could escape Loreena’s grasp! I could run away! Suddenly, we got to another room. Someone grabbed me. I twisted away, using the other dimensions, and hopped down the hall. Robert Coontz was stepping out of his room, and he grabbed me, and used strange, tong-like graspers to grab me, and I couldn’t escape. He asked me “?gnuw elttil ,H&H eht fo tuo gniod uoy era tahW” I stared at him in fright. I said “I’m not a wung! I’m Enceladus! Put me down!” Loreena came over, and said to Robert something like what had been said earlier by Robert. The other person came over too. I just wanted to escape! Couldn’t these stupid people see that wungs were better than humans, and humans had no right to keep them captive? I tried escaping again.
Because Robert had no idea what to do, I proceeded to the Animal Care Borrow Center and checked out a rather large cage for Enceladus. I think Enceladus would have been okay with is even in his human shape, but apparently, the prospect of being in a cage was so disturbing for Enceladus the wung that he would have been upset even if that cage was big enough to contain the whole world.
I carried him down to ((someone who isn’t discussing whatever it is people aren’t discussing, a girl))’s room. She was one of the few people I knew here so far, and she had seemed intelligent enough to help with this problem.
“Enceladus, are you okay?” I asked him, just in case he could respond the way Nelby does.
Nelby! I ran to my room and found Nelby there, wrestling a blue wung. I thought of putting the blue wung in the cage with Enceladus, then thought better of it, grabbed him, and put him in the little cage that was dangling on the side of the big one. Nelby got onto my shoulder, and the four of us set off for ((?))’s room.
((So, we’re still convincing the FBI? Cool beans.))
“So, this Adeia,” the FBI agent said hesitantly, “is still stuck in the sewer, you say.”
“Yes.”
“And we have to go rescue her.”
“Exactly.”
“I hate this place,” he muttered. “Are these kids ever supervised?”
“Yes, we are,” I said sticky-sweetly, “but we’re also expected to have adventures. Now, will you save our friend, please?”
He stared.
((If that was totally out of context, sorry. I’m a wee bit confused.))
((294- No, it makes sense in context and it’s also a great line.))
((You guys might want to mention that I am not in human form at this moment…))
I tried to communicate with the other creatures but something was blocking my gift of inter – species communication. I locked around and saw a movement outside of a cage… it was a blue wung…
((295 – Thanks! You may notice my writing has been greatly influenced by the Tiffany Aching books (by Terry Pratchett). ))
((Who happens to be my favorite author at the moment. I love those books. ))
((We never saw you where you were captured, we only heard you tapping in Morse Code, and I don’t remember you tapping “I’m a phoenix.”))
((298 – It was implied by my other posts))
((come post people! Please?!
BTW methinks a new thread is in order very soon if the oh so high and mighty GAPAs agree…….))
I got the gist of whatever Kokonilly was doing, and decided to stare up at the FBI agent with Bambi eyes. Of course, I was just imitating Calvin asking his mom for a flamethrower…I wanted senbon. All awesome assassins had them! I shook my head to get back on track.
Bored bored bored. Couldn’t we just fling various deadly sharp things at the enemies, or release poison gas, or sleeping gas, or a flamethrower, or needles, or wungs…
((I’m not sure how much detail we want to spend covering the FBI’s attack on the group in the tunnels. I guess it would depend on how much involvement we have.))
((Does anyone want to be ((?)) from post 293?)) ((Sorry I keep asking people to do this, by the way.))
((303- I’d love to, quick easy way to get me involved, but you wouldn’t know me, I’ve only just arrived. I’m in Spector House, by the way. I need to integrate myself… Bleh.))
((Just become this person, I don’t really care if it’s realistic or not if I know you.))
((304.1- Okay. To make this workable, I met you a few hours ago, in… Some class. I can’t think of a proper one. I’ll possibly go through and figure out what I was doing later, and put it up above, using reply buttons.))
I was sitting on my bed, reading, and thinking that this day wasn’t going too badly, after all. I had mostly hiccuped, and the two other noises I had made had been in the middle of chaos, and nobody had heard them. Maybe this would work out. Then, Lorrena, whom I had met earlier that day, came bursting in. “We have to talk,” she panted, and I noticed she was holding a cage, with two wungs in it.
((Um, a big cage with a wung in it, and a small cage dangling near it with another one.))
“Okay”, Errata said. “Talk.” ((sorry if I am deintelligentifying you character or anything like that.))
I explained the whole deal with the wungs, starting with my laptop and ending with the fight in my room. Errata seemed amused.
“So now there are pie-throwing curvature angle diagrams carved into the desk now?”
I sighed. “Listen, that’s not the main point. The main point is, who do we tell who will help us. I think we should alert everyone that there are mutant wungs on the loose, and to report sightings immediately.”
((PEOPLE COME HERE KYAA!))
((These two plotlines sound kind of confusing.))
Of all the things to carve, she chose pie-throwing angles? Not what I would have. If it had been me, the desk would be now in the shape of something completely random, I don’t know what. However, back on topic.
“So, what should we do about Enceladus? Can Wungs talk? I’m new here, so I’m not entirely sure about Wungs.”
I chewed my lip thoughtfully. “Do you know what’s causing these changes in the Wungs? That could be important. Or it could be completely irrelevant.” I paused. “Wow. At home, our first day of school would most likely mean a few new subjects. Here, my first day of school means I get asked about a Wung crisis that could change the course of the world. Who knew school was this much fun?”
“It’s the eighteenth chromosome mutating that causes the blue-ness, but I’m not sure if the mental changes are the result of a mutation or if they’re just the result of not fitting in. Maybe they bonked their heads on something.”
“Maybe… But why would they all be affected in exactly the same way?” I thought for a moment. “Is there anyone else we could ask about it? Other people’s point of view is always good, but if you really want to keep it secret…”
((308- Ah, but they will no doubt intersect at a later point, wrap in to one extremely tangled plot, and eventually warp into a memorable idea which current MBers can reminisce about some three years in the future. Come on, is there a part of MA that hasn’t been confusing?))
((heehee))
“I don’t know…I went to Enceladus first because he’d already read my notes, but then THIS happened…” I waved around the cage erraticaly (( )), causing both Enceladus and the unnamed wung to yelp. “Oops, sorry Enceladus…and whoever you are…”. “To Errata, I said, “I don’t care about keeping it secret, just about…it not falling into the wrong hands, I think.” ((By the way, if this keeps going, this is going to get so repetitive it’s not even funny. We’ve got to stop running to people one at a time to tell them stuff. I suggest we go to that mob that’s concerned about the other plot and distract them. Anyway, that should satisfy KaiYves))
((312- Yes, we should. What are we waiting for, then?))
“Well, I agree that this should be kept away from the wrong people, but if we don’t have any idea what to do, where’s the point in knowing? Do you know anyone we can tell?”
“Well, there’s that mob somewhere talking about some trapped people stuff. They sound like they’ve got a lot on their minds, but their minds are quite large, so I don’t see why we shouldn’t tell them.”
“Trapped people? That doesn’t sound good.” I paused. “Wung invasions don’t sound good either, of course. Let’s go.”
I scooped up the book I had been reading, tossed it in my second backpack, (the one full of random, slightly necessary, stuff) and slung that over my shoulder. “Great! Let’s go!” We thundered down the stairs, myself following Loreena, ((that’s your name, right?)) since she knew where we were going, and I really didn’t.
We reached the group at ((wherever they are, I forgot, and I’m feeling too lazy to read up)). ((Now what?))
((We wait for someone that’s not either of us to respond. We’re becoming a large fraction of the roleplaying people right now. Actually, we’re 100% of the roleplayers, since June 28. Nearly a month. Feel free to post reminder messages, though. To attract people back here. And if you get too impatient, or I might do that first, start roleplaying. Actually, if you want to start now, I’m not objecting.))
((I’m waiting for someone to actually catch up with us and say something. Actually, I’m not entirely sure where we are or what we’re doing.))
((We need Adeia to come back, don’t we?))
((That’s the other plot. Where are you guys currently?))
((*nudges the thread* If anybody here is anything like me, they check the Recent Comments bar constantly. So… yes. Here is a slight bump for the thread, in the hopes people come. This is not a PoPo, as I have already explained the point for it.))
((Okay, I’m back.))
((Nudge…))
((more nudging))
((Okay, we’ve been on this adventure since January, let’s get it wrapped up.))
((Nudge nudge. Funny word… Anyway, I’d RP, but I don’t think there’s much for me to do. *pokes above post*))
((I SAID, let’s get this wrapped up!))
((Ok. *wraps up thread* *puts it in a box* *sends it somewhere*))
((Not like that!))
((He was joking.
Can I join once this scenario is over?))
((Where did everybody go? HELLO?!?! *echoes* Hello… hello… hello… ))
((Hi.. I… I… If someone doesn’t do something soon, I’m doing it. Even though I was one of the last people to roleplay.
((Let’s do a big fat adventure and bring people back to Muse Academy, because right now it’s boring. OOH! -jumps up and down, waving hand in air- IknowIknowIhaveanidea! Is there…a pond on the MA campus?))
((*ducks in*))
((Since you seem to be finished with your adventure, I’ll just wake up. And sorry if I get names wrong; haven’t been on here in around five months.))
My eyes slid open.
Where the heck am I?
Oh. I see.
I was lying in the MA rose garden, having taken a nap between the bushes. It smelled lovely, and I was well rested. Sure, my clothes were now a bit muddy, but that was fine. Makes it look like I had an adventure or something, while I had just been napping.
I stood up. “Ow!” Thorns scratched at my exposed legs and face. I picked my way as carefully as I could through the flowers (getting scratched plenty more times) and headed off to the dining hall. The sun was above my head, and I was hungry.
“Oh! Zinc! There you are!” said Nilly, waving her arms. I sat down with them, and dug in.
“You’re covered in dirt,” Loreena said. “Where have you been?”
“Out,” I said, taking a huge bite out of my sandwich.
“And you’re bleeding. Are you alright?” she continued.
Noe walked over. “Hey, Zinc, you have a rose petal in your hair.” She plucked it out and stuck it in her pocket.
Errata raised an eyebrow. “You were in the rose gardens. Having a nap.”
“It’s so hard to keep a secret in a school for geniuses!”
((Okay, let’s say the FBI caught the conspiracy, saved Adeia, took the truth serum, and is going to question the conspirators to find out my cousin’s whereabouts and save him as soon as they get the chance.))
((Okay. Works for me.))
Errata:
“Genius? Hardly!” I laughed. “It was obvious!” I took a bite of my own sandwich. “So, what classes do you have this afternoon? This morning was eventful, wasn’t it? Where’s Loreena, anyway?” I paused, fully aware that I had just asked three questions.
((I’m reposting my schedule.
Breakfast
8:00 AM Poetry
8:30 AM Writing
9:30 AM Art
10:00 AM Musical Theatre
11:00 AM World Domination
12:00 PM Lunch
12:30 PM Geometry
1:00 PM German
1:30 PM Meditation
2:00 PM Band
3:00 PM Drama
4:00 PM- 6:00 PM- Before dinner break
6:30 PM Dinner
There.))
“I have Geometry, German, Meditation, Band, then Drama, in that order.” I said, counting off on my fingers.
((what’s this? Can I join?))
((It’s a boarding school where we study Muse-related things))
((Sounds cool! *reads thread* So I make a character and jump in? OK!))
Name: Jenna L. Thorn. (not my real name, but my real initials.)
age: 12 1/2
Personality: very prone to depression, usually can only be cheered up by playing pranks on people and being generally annoying. (it’s true!) Has a very warped sense of humour on top of that. (think a notebook full of bad puns and crazy laws) Prefers being called JT to Jenna. Plays pranks all of the time so as to avoid depression. (I’m not that bad in RL, I’d rather have friends and be depressed than have no friends and be depressed.)
Looks: Long dark brown hair, which she keeps in a ponytail (so that it can whip around if she yanks her head) and dark brown eyes that are very expressionate. (if she’s depressed her eyes are blank, if she’s playing a prank they sparkle with mischeif). A bit smaller than average (am I kidding? more like the size of a third-grader) but very mature even for her age. (when, of course, she’s not playing pranks.) Ok, if someone can tell me where I should go, I’ll start.
((I’m changing my schedule, because I want ZINC with me.
7:00 AM Breakfast
8:00 AM Pie-throwing
8:30 AM Singing class
9:30 AM Art
10:00 AM Musical Theatre
11:00 AM World Domination
12:00 PM Lunch
12:30 PM Pre-algebra (because I have to take math, not that I like it)
1:00 PM Science (as in, blow-things-up)
1:30 PM Meditation
2:00 PM Computer programming/video game developing
3:00 PM Drama
4:00 PM- 6:00 PM- Before dinner break
6:30 PM Dinner))
I replied to Zinc.
“I’ve got Pre-Algebra, Science, Meditation, Computer Programming, and Drama, in that order. Now that that’s said, I’m going to play zOMG! on my NetBook-” I promptly pulled out a NetBook from the large backpack I carried around everywhere, except for on weekends- “and get killed by kamikaze Cherry Fluffs, so feel free to suggest a better idea because I have nothing to do for 25 minutes, ok?”
((*reposts schedule*))
((8:00 AM Magyk
8:30 AM Singing
9:30 AM Musical Theater
10:00 AM Art
11:00 AM Writing
12:00 PM Lunch
12:30 PM Meditation
1:00 PM Astronomy
1:30 PM Drama
2:00 PM Hip-hop
3:00 PM Fencing
4:00 PM Hebrew
5:00 PM Geology
6:00 PM Mythology))
((Why not switch Drama with Mythology? Then you can have a class with AvalonGirl and I. Because, in all logic, if you’re going to take some classes as us, it makes sense to have them at the same times. But that’s just me. Do whatever you like! ))
((Good idea. I was thinking of doing that.))
((I’ll do it.
8:00 AM Singing
8:30 AM Writing
9:30 AM Musical Theater
10:00 AM Art
11:00 AM Magyk
12:00 PM Lunch
12:30 PM Mythology
1:00 PM Astronomy
1:30 PM Meditation
2:00 PM Hip-hop
3:00 PM Fencing
4:00 PM Hebrew
5:00 PM Geology
6:00 PM Drama
Fact: You have no life if you find reconfiguring ten lists of classes to fit each other fun.))
I wander into one of the buildings, wondering where I should go. I look around, and seeing no-one, shrug and sit down on the floor against the wall and set down my bags. ((suitcase, backpack, purse, bookbag, and other suitcase that is my moving library of my favourite books)) I open my backpack and dig for something to do, and finally emerge triumphantly with my iBook. Oh no…. not again..I think as I just barely hold in my vomit. Why, oh, why, do I have to be so prone to motion/seasickness? I rapidly dig through my bag once more, this time seeking my store of plastic bags for cases such as this. Finally I find one and barf into it. Well this is a nice start to a new school… I dig out a sweater and curl up, trying to ignore my stomachache. It doesn’t work. Oh, well. I tell myself and get up, doing some jetes over my suitcases. Step, step, leap, step, step, leap- I see someone coming out of a hall leading of the room I was in, and stumble. ((Who wants to be the person who startles me? I don’t want to powerplay.))
((8:00 AM Singing
8:30 AM Writing
9:30 AM Musical Theater
10:00 AM Art
11:00 AM Magyk
12:00 PM Lunch
12:30 PM World Domination
1:00 PM Astrology
1:30 PM Meditation
2:00 PM Hip-hop
3:00 PM Pie-throwing
4:00 PM Computer programming
5:00 PM Geology
6:00 PM Drama
This is what I’ll take, then…but Ziiinc, it is fun!
…This coming from the girl who spent almost two days writing a not-yet-complete RP entry…))
((Wonderful. I now have my complete schedule, coordinated with everyone else’s as much as possible.
8:00 AM Pottery
8:30 AM Writing
9:30 AM Art
10:00 AM Science
11:00 AM German
12:00 PM Lunch
12:30 PM Mythology
1:00 PM Astronomy/Astrology*
1:30 PM Computer
2:00 PM Geometry
2:30 PM Violin
3:00 PM Drama
4:00 PM Poetry
4:30-6:00 PM Before Dinner Break (To be added as whim takes me.)
(*RQ, this coordinates with your schedule, but I added Astrology. Is this all right? If it’s not, I can easily insert a Astrology class some other time.)))
((Hello? Come on! I need help here!))
I walked out of a hallway, startling a girl who proceeded to stumble.
“Sorry about that. Are you new? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
I grin. “That’s okay. Yup, I’m new here. Do you know where I should go?” I dig in my backpack for my ragged piece of paper on which I had written all of my necessary information. “I’m in the Lasley house, according to the personality quiz.”, I informed her. “Oh, and I’m Jenna Thorn. I can’t believe I forgot to introduce myself!”
The other girl looked at me. “Sorry, but how old are you?”, she asked curiously. I grimaced. “I’m turning 13 soon, thank you very much. Yes, I know that I’m the size of a third grader.” I tell her, somewhat crossly.
“No problem. I’m Kai. Well, actually, I’m Kaiulani, but only my parents call me that. If you go out that door and past the flower garden, Lasley House is right there.”
I brighten. “Thanks!”
I was still in that cage. I hated that cage. Especially when Loreena put the other wung in there.
((Could you try to get me de-wungified? I think that truth serum should contain stuff that dewungifies.))
((IT SHOULD! GENIUS!))
I walked over to the group of people talking to the FBI representative. En looked quite concerned.
“And you’re saying your cousin sent these to you?”
“Yes. Please don’t start suspecting her, I know she hasn’t done anything wrong. What should we do with them?”
The representative hesitated. “I’m thinking we should burn them. It’s the safest way.” And with that, en moved toward the fire. This was just not right. I ran over, dropping the cage, and bumped into en, knocking the bag out of ens hand and spilling several cough drops on the ground. There were several loud squeaks, and I saw the blue wungs running out. The FBI representative shrieked. “What IS that?!”
The rest of the students were confused: “Why did you have them in a cage? Why are they blue? Why are they so aggressive?”
I grabbed one, and stuffed it back into the cage. I whirled around to see where the second one had gotten to – only in time to see en gobble up a cough drop.
For about a minute, there was silence. Then, a voice broke through.
“Geez, Enceladus. Put on some pants.”
I ran, embarrassed, to my room. I put on pants, and a shirt. I hoped no one would remember that.
((We got rid of the truth serum.))
((Well, we gave it to the FBI. We didn’t DESTROY it.))
((That’s what I meant. I guess her post works.))
I crept from the Baker dorms to the other side of the campus, loaded down with projectile pastries. Old house rivalries weren’t yet settled, and Baker was yet to strike.
Well, that would change.
Sneaking along like a shadow toward the Spector dormitories, I ran over my plan again. Yes, that’ll work, ooh, nope, but that can replace it, good.
I was ready.
((If any other Bakers want to help, feel free!))
((This is getting exciting. Good thing there aren’t any teachers around.))
I walked towards the Spector dorms, stalking along on the wall behind Zinc until…
Well, I tripped and fell off the wall. But I was SILENT. Like a ninja.
Yeah.
I continued to stalk towards the Spector dorms, armed with my trusty grappling hook and loaded down with a pie utility belt.
Oh, and I had cake, I always made sure to leave cake on a random student’s bed.
I crouched down, threw my grappling hook…
Yes! Now I had window access to the Spector dorms. After this, of course, I was heading for Baker, then Coontz, and why would I pie my own dorm (which was Lasley)?
I reached my chosen dorm room. Just about everyone was not in their dorms. This one was no exception. Except…
There was a CAKE. On one of the beds.
I scrutinized the offending pastry carefully. Then I picked it up and headed the window. But…
There was a GRAPPLING HOOK. Hanging from the window, across to the Coontz dorms.
Smirking maliciously, I checked if anyone was on the grappling hook. Then I drew it in.
Looking around the nearly empty courtyard below me, I waited until someone passed under me. Then I dropped the cake on them.
I withdrew from the window quickly, as I heard cries of surprise and anger. I hung a dozen pies in strategic places where they would fall on unsuspecting Spectorians. Then I sprinted out of the dorms, unseen.
Passing students in the corridor were very confused when a blur raced by them, laughing evilly.
((an evilly laughing blur. WHOA.))
(( People, come back!
Mwahahahaha…things are getting interesting…))
I cried out in surprise and anger as my cake fell on my head. Eating it, I figured out what had happened-Zinc had seen my grappling hook and cake, darnitall…
I then decided what to do next.
“Sickening sweet coconut cream pastries, check. Flaky coconut pastries, check. Sponge cake…oh wait, that’s for me. Tub of icing from inside cake rolls, check. Grappling hook, check. About-to-customize-the-heck-outta cake rolls-” I sorted through my utility belt- “check.”
Laughing like a crazy person, I tore through the students in the halls as I headed for the Baker dorms (and put golfball caltrops on the floor behind me)!
The cackling blur managed to reach her dorms before AvalonGirl did.
Someone will either be waiting for me there, or they will be expecting me to expect that they would be there, so they will expect me to expect that they would expect that, so they expect that I would expect that they will be there. So I must expect that they will ambush me either way. And my pie supply is hidden in my dorm, so that’s the best place to be. So I will go there, set a trap or two, and wait.
I look around me, confused. There was a cackling blur dashing around, and I was still lost. “Help!?”, I call out to nobody in particular.
((Not planning to join, but I had a question. Are we planning to do a Muse Academy Christmas Ball? Because I was thinking of inviting K- someone.))
((Yes, we had a Holiday Ball last year, so I don’t see why we wouldn’t have another this year.))
I flipped open my phone to receive the text. “Go by more of your real name, yeah, I got that,” I said to myself, shoving the cellphone back into my backpack (which had appeared from nowhere, seemingly), and setting my backpack down.
I rushed towards Zinc’s dorm.
A window mount would be good; but how could I get up there? I’m 11, not too tall, and don’t have rocket boots or good rope-climbing skills…
As I pondered what to do, I noticed a girl calling for help. “Whathouseareyouin?” I asked frantically, looking at the dorm windows enviously.
“Lasley, I think. Do you know what I need to do?” I notice the other girl appraising my hieght. ((I’m changing my hieght, I’m really tall.))
“There’snotime! I’m pieing the Baker dorms. Come with me, I need a tall person seeing as I’m 4’5 1/2!”
With this, I dragged the new girl off while running like crazy.
“YESSS! I can’t believe I’m getting a chance to help with a prank, pieing even, on my first day at MA!!”, I whoop, dashing after the other girl. “By the way, what’s your name and what house are you?”
(so… What the heck is going on? *says I on my iPod touch I got for my bday )
I sat on my bed.
Behhh… they’re late.
Why can’t they just use the door?
It certainly would take less time.
But nooo, people have climb through the window…
The window!
I rushed to the window, and locked it. Then I booby trapped it for good measure.
I stood on Jenna’s shoulders and hoisted myself onto the side of the Baker dorm’s roof, wearing sticky pads on my hands and knees.
As I reached the top, I noticed a large skylight, large enough for me to easily slip though…and there was a ladder leading down from it…hah!
I made sure my sticky pads on my elbows and knees were firmly stuck, than I pulled the hammer I’d been carrying up with me to my hand, somehow creating no noise…
I’d tied it to my arm to make it easier.
So I untied that hammer from my arm and dropped it on the glass of the skylight. YES! My pranking would be made of epic awesomeness!
I grin, watching Mira (as she had told me her name was) climbed up the Baker dorm roof. Awesome! I think to myself as she dropped a hammer on the skylight. “Isn’t that dangerous? Won’t you get in trouble?”, I call up to her. She grins. “No worries. I’m fine.”, she assures me.
( so we are pranking?) ( who else is in coontz btw?)
I enter school for the first time in a long time… having been at the local hospital recovering from my transformation. Though now that I think of it muse acadamey is not a school in the normal sense… It is more like prof. Xaxiver’s school for the gifted or hogwarts than any other school in excistence. And I love it.
I pulled my heavy suitcase up to my bed in the girls side of coontz, with hairball, my dog that I found on an earlier adventure. It’s good to be home!
I really want to join this RPG. Can someone give me a summary, and a way that I can fit in the story?
I yelped as a hammer crashed through the skylight, soon followed by a barrage of pies. I deftly dodged them, and threw up a few. I shouted up, “Show yourself, coward!”
“You dare call me a coward?!” The person, now revealed to be female, yelled back.
“Why yes I do!” I called. “Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Now show yourself, or I shall tanut you a second time!”
“YOU-” I screamed back downwards in epic fury. “YOU FRICKIN’ HPB GORILLA APPLE VEGETABLE! I’LL DESTROY YOU BECAUSE I AM THE ULTIMATE LIFEFORM!”
(My brother called me the Ultimate Lifeform once. I’m not gonna let him live it down.)
((Wouldn’t that be a compliment? Like saying you’re the most highly-evolved living thing or something?))
((Oh, it was. I draw on that all the time.))
I laughed. “So get down here and do so!” The person screamed in fury. I leapt to the top of my canopy bed as she came down.
“WHERE THE HECK DID YOU GO?!” Mira screamed.
( I love monty python! don’t forget “I fart in your genral direction!” )
I unpack my suitcase of wonders. Within there are 7 different pies (2 throw of course) along with tolberone chocalate (heaven!) along with asundrey of other things that I am sure will have some use during this year…
I then got the feeling someone was watching me… “show yourself!” I yelled ” I’m armed with words and pies! Don’t make me say it! (referace to the knights of Nih)
“So what?” came the voice of a stranger (mas0n can join in here) who obviously oblivious to the ways of MA…
((Aaaahhh!!! Noes! Noes! *quiver*))
((Wha? *is confused* Where am I?))
((It! It! It! It! He he.))
I stayed put in my room, in the Lasley House. I plotted out my plans, to cause major havoc within the school. I’d need help from one person from Coontz house. I gathered up the plans I had written down, and rushed over to Coontz Common Room. I found Adeia, and someone else. Adeia had some pies. Good.
“Hi Adeia! You want to help me completely pie the entire school?” I asked
The other person ((*coughmas0ncough*)) stared at me blankly.
“I’d love to!” She said, gleefully.
“Great! Here are the plans. I’ll help you make spring loaded pie flingers, and pressure sensing pads.”
A few minutes later, we had finished, and were sneaking into the kitchen with spring loaded pie flingers. Dinner had already been made, and was under those fancy serving plates you find in high class restaurants. We took each heavenly smelling dish out from under the covers, and placed the pie cannon.
“Phase I complete. Phase 2 in preparation.” I whispered to Adeia under my breath.
((New thread please?))
A reasonable request. Granted.
I wandered past the Coontz Common Room and saw Adeia and Enceladus preparing pies. I walked faster. Something big was about to go down, and I didn’t want to get caught in the middle of it.