Part 1 - Character consistency

Constance from the Mysterious Benedict Society

Name: Constance Contraire
Pronouns: she/her
Species: human
Strengths: determined, creative, strong, assertive, intelligent
Weaknesses: stubborn, pessimistic, grumpy, snappish, annoying
General view of life: grumpy/narrow-minded/ later develops into a calmer, more mature outlook

Relationships:
Nicholas Benedict - adopted father
Rhonda Kazembe - adopted sister
Number Two - adopted sister
Member of the Mysterious Benedict Society with Reynie Muldoon, Sticky Washington, and Kate Weatherall

Tendencies:
When faced with difficult situations, Constance tends to lash out at the people around her. She’s stubborn, and refuses to give in to what other people say and loses her temper often. She’s also a Professional Annoyer of Bad Guys™
Oh, and she’s a telepath.

Constance Contraire despised waiting. And she despised being ignored. This particular day felt like a combination of them both, like the world was specifically conspiring to annoy her.
That wasn’t fair. It was supposed to be the other way around.
“Vengeance…” she muttered, pacing across her tidy room. Tidiness meant that everything was hiding in neat piles, which annoyed her. “What rhymes with vengeance?”
Constance was annoyed at the lack of rhymes. She was annoyed at Kate for tidying her room. She was annoyed with her and Reynie and Sticky for forgetting how important today was. She was annoyed at basically everything.
“Flagrance, fragrance, nuance,” Constance shook her head, none of them sounding quite right, “maybe… dependence? Oh! Repentance, that’s it!” Feeling much better, she finished mentally sketching out her poem. Clearing her throat, she began;
“You will see my wrath and vengeance,
You will bow down in repentance.”
Hmm… not her best, but it would do for now.
A sharp knock cracked at the door.
“Constance, can you come downstairs for a minute?” Reynie’s disembodied voice asked.
“Oh, now you want me, I see!” she snapped, “Well, you’ll be deprived of my company.”
“Come on Connie girl, just for a minute,” Great. Now there was Kate’s disembodied voice as well.
“In being friends, you have no interest. So why not just let me rest?” On the plus side, Constance had finally destroyed her writer block. On the minus side, all three of them were clearly outside the door.
Constance took a deep breath, and spouted off;
“Reynie, Sticky and Kate,
I, Constance, have come to hate,
Your behavior as of late,
So punishments I will debate.”
A silence from the other side of the door.
“What is that supposed to mean-” Ah, there was Sticky’s voice, as expected.
“If my poetry is too complicated, I will make it facilitated- LEAVE ME ALONE!!”
Another silence.
“Constance… are you mad at us?” asked Kate, queen of stating the obvious.
“What do you think?” Constance snapped, too annoyed to think of a witty poem.
“Yeah, she’s mad at us,” said Sticky, king of stating the obvious. Constance didn’t bother to reply.
“Constance, Mr. Benedict wants to see you.” that was Reynie again, and it took her by surprise. If Mr. Benedict wanted to see her, he would have come upstairs. Besides, Mr. Benedict was on the list of people Constance was annoyed at. But then again, Constance’s instincts were telling her that Reynie was telling the truth, and her instincts were usually right.
“Is it serious?” she asked.
“Deadly serious,” came Kate’s reply.
“And incredibly urgent,” Sticky added.
“Fine, I’ll come.” She opened the door just a crack and stormed out without looking at their faces.
Constance felt a heatwave of rage and annoyance as they followed her. What was the point of this? Clearly, they didn’t care enough to spare her a single remark, why was she being brought into deadly serious and incredibly urgent situations?
And how could they forget how important today was?
Constance stormed through the door to Mr. Benedict’s office. She had approximately five seconds to notice the cake on the table, the balloons on the walls and the pile of presents before the all yelled,
“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Linh is sweet and soft-spoken. Instead of shyness, or silence, she turns formal around people she doesn’t really know too well. She’s a genuinely sweet person, who cares about what other people feel and think, but has a passive-aggressive, determined streak.
She’s less straightforward than her twin, so I guess her point of view would be filled with flowery metaphors and descriptive language. And probably present tense as well, though I’m not sure why.
Also, she tends to say cryptic things about water a lot.
Linh isn’t exactly a rule-follower, but she isn’t a rebel either. I get the feeling that she would prefer to stay out of trouble, but goes with the flow when it finds her.

Tam refuses to follow any rules he disagrees with, or thinks are stupid. He sticks to his principles, and follows his instincts even when it makes the situation obviously worse for him. He has severe trust issues, refusing to believe someone until he has read their shadow-vapor, and still only slightly. He’s sort of on the edge between caution and paranoia.
Tam speaks his mind no matter what, so I think his point of view would have simple, short sentences, telling things as they are.
His first instinct is to protect Linh, then himself. Which often leads to sticky situations. That and his rebelling can make Tam almost self destructive.

Linh’s perspective-
The whirlpool swings me in its embrace, spinning me into the deep, dark, tantalizing depths as I forget. I forget the world around me, and why I’m here and who I am as I am swept into the water.
Come, it whispers, come, release, let go, drift.
The tide is rushing in my ears as the call fills my mind, blocking everything else out.
“Linh?” my brother- my twin’s voice slices through the sound. I blink as everything comes into focus and see the silvery-blue lights of Atlantis.
“I’m okay,” I shake my head, trying to shut it out. But I can’t ignore the relentless call pressing down on the dome above.
“Please keep yourself under control, for once,” my father says, his voice muffled through the noise.
“She shouldn’t be here.” Tam mumbles, and I know he means this in a good way, but it still stings.
“My control isn’t that bad,” I point out. Shut out the call Linh, focus.
“If you say so, Girl of Many Floods,” he smirks. I roll my eyes. The nickname has been going around lately, I would be offended if it wasn’t accurate.
“Is it this way?” my mother asks.
They start ahead of us, holding hands and smiling those tender, loving smiles. I swallow, trying to quench the thirst at the back of my throat and take a hesitant step forward.
The world tips sideways as I fall into the water and everything is up and down and sideways and an empty, beautiful blue void that could kill me wants me to-
Tam grabs my hand before I hit the ground.
“Focus,” I jump when I realize his voice slipped directly into my mind. Shadow-whispering is something Tam’s been trying to teach himself, given that he’s too impatient to wait until we start attending Foxfire next month.
“- stay in control. You’ve got this.”
“I’ve got this,” I repeat, “I’ve got this,”
I take one step forward.
Then another.
Then another.
I focus on the rhythm of my feet and try not to think about the vast swirling infinity above my head that’s just begging to be released.

Tam’s perspective-
For the record, I warned them.
I told them no, she couldn’t handle it. Just wait until she gets proper training. But nope, they couldn’t wait another day for their romantic evening. They didn’t trust us enough to leave us in the house, ever since Linh destroyed the bathroom.
So they brought a fledgling Hydrokinetic to the middle of the ocean. Great idea. Super fun, if you like your average apocalypse.
The first sign was when she couldn’t hear me.
“Linh?” I had to say her name three times for her to hear it.
“I’m okay,” she said, her eyes slowly focusing on mine.
“Please keep yourself under control, for once,” I scowled at my father, but he was already turning away, pretending we didn’t exist. That was the newest punishment. One of our favorites. I had actually lost track of what we were being punished for. Refusing to pretend we weren’t twins? Causing a disaster? Existing?
Well I hated it. And I hated the way they were treating Linh.
“She shouldn’t be here-” I started.
“My control isn’t that bad,” Linh muttered dreamily.
“If you say so, Girl of Many Floods,” I tried to use the nickname to snap her back to attention, to remind her that she needed to focus. She smiled. And so I did too, even though it made my cheek muscles hurt.
“Is it this way?” my mother asked. The two of them started ahead of us, not caring that their daughter was carrying an impossible burden.
Linh shivered, and took a step after them. I don’t know why she bothered, since it was clear that they didn’t want us there.
A moment later, life vanished from her eyes, and she toppled forward.
“Whoa!” I tried to keep my twin from smacking into the ground, “Linh? Linh can you hear me?”
I felt panic begin to edge around the world, “Linh!”
I took a deep breath. Slowly, I slipped my shadow into her brain, it was the only thing I could think of.
Come on Linh, focus, stay calm, come back.
She fluttered back to life.
“Stay away from the water, Linh. Stay in control. You’ve got this.”
“I’ve got this,” she gasped.
Slowly, I helped her forward.

Linh’s perspective-
I’m not sure how it happens.
One minute, I’m standing there, holding on to Tam, one step after the other.
Then everyone is watching, staring, thousands of eyes.
The silence makes it easier to hear the water’s call.
Free. You can be free.
Just give in.
I want to, I want to so badly it hurts. But I can't. I have to hold on.
Then my father says one word. Or more than one, but I only hear one.
“Separate.”
And suddenly, Tam is gone, and I am untethered, unanchored, a floating island in the vast great abyss. And the pull is so strong, so unbelievably strong.
I look up to the dome and I stretch out my hands, reaching for the water. I want it, I need it. And it comes, pouring in, cracking the fragile forcefield like ice, spilling into my hands, over my head, enveloping me in its warm, deep embrace.
Somewhere deep inside me, I know I’ve lost control.

Tam’s perspective-
Five steps
That’s how far we got.
Then the crowd came. Staring at us, muttering things about the Song siblings, about the Song twins.
I didn’t care. Linh didn’t notice.
My parents, on the other hand…
“People are looking,” my mother said through gritted teeth.
My father looked desperately from me to Linh.
“You two, separate.” he ordered, pulling us apart.
“Wait-”
Linh gasped.
She was standing, swaying on her feet, her head tilted so far back it looked like it would snap off her neck.
The look on her eyes was what scared me the most. Dreamy, unfocused, lost.
“Don’t-” my father ordered.
Slowly, Linh raised her hands up to the sea. The water pounded painfully hard against the dome, then it burst.
I yelped as an icy torrent rained down.
“Linh!” I screamed, “Stop it!”
I could vaguely see my father leading my mother away.
“LINH!”
People were screaming and running as the gap in the forcefield widened. I had no idea how powerful my sister was until I watched her shred Atlantis’s defenses like paper.
I scrambled, struggling towards my twin. The water was up to my ankles.
I realized that she couldn’t hear me.
Shadow whispering. If it worked once it can work again.
I stretched out my consciousness towards her, putting every fiber in-
Snap out of it!
Linh falters, and for one second she meets my eyes.
Please Linh, come back.

Linh’s perspective
I am the water, I feel the pull in every pore, twisting me into an unrecognizable, powerful thing that is no elf. Something beyond.
I think maybe I have to stop. Maybe I’m destroying something, or messing up, as usual.
But I am the ocean, and the ocean listens to no one.

I hold my breath as I watch Effie Trinket strut over to the bowl. Her long, clawed nails shuffle around the papers, hooking around one.
Not Katniss, not Katniss, please not Katniss.
I can’t lose her. She kept me alive when no one else cared. She stayed strong when the world crumbled. I can’t see her in the Games, I can’t.
But there are so many slips with her name on it. She should never have entered her name for Tesserae, we would have survived with the woods.
The odds aren’t in my sister’s favor and it paralyses me.
Not Katniss, please no.
And Effie unfolds the paper as she struts to the microphone. Leaning close and beaming at the camera, she says one name.
And it’s not Katniss’s.
It’s mine.

Disbelief. That’s the first thing I feel.
I was worried for Katniss, but I never believed it would be me. Or maybe I did, deep down and that’s why I can move now.
We’ve spent our lives watching child after child being reaped, leaving for the Games and never coming back. Of course I took the time to imagine what it would be like if it was me.
But Katniss didn’t let me take any Tesserae. I only had one slip.
My feet move without me telling them to. One shaky step after the other until I’m climbing the steps to the stage.
A lifetime of watching the Hunger Games tells me that I’m on every television on Panem. I see myself on the nearest screen, a pale, frail, ghostly little girl and I see myself as the other tributes would see me. A weakling to pick off in the first five minutes.
Don’t cry, I tell myself, but a wetness is creeping out of my eyes.
I’m not coming home.
I clutch the hem of my shirt to keep my hands from shaking and find it loose around my waist.
Tuck your tail in, little duck. Katniss said that to me before the reaping.
I shove it into the waistband of my skirt and hear her scream.
“Prim!”
Katniss sprints towards the stage, the crowd parting for her, yelling my name.
And suddenly, I know what she’s going to do.
Maybe it’s all the Reapings I’ve watched, years in District Twelve, or just a lifetime of being Katniss’s little sister, but I know that she’s going to volunteer.
“I volu-”
“DON’T!” I scream, louder than I’ve ever said anything in my life.
I see her falter. There are two parts of her that are warring with each other, the part that wants to protect me and her survival instinct.
“Please Katniss,” I give her my most confident smile, “I’ll be fine.”
She knows I won’t be, but the survival instinct wins.
I make it onto the stage, and the world turns to water.
“Excellent!” Effie Trinket chirps, holding my hand triumphantly in the air, “Primrose Everdeen, the reaping winner! And possible winner of the Games themselves, unless we have a volunteer?”
Katniss stays silent, although I know it’s killing her.
Effie calls the male tribute, an unfamiliar name, but for some reason I remember the smell of warm bread and a dripping wet Katniss coming home during the days when everything was blurry.
And then we’re being whisked away.

Katniss and my mother are my first visitors.
“I should have volunteered,” is the first thing my sister says to me, after pulling me into a hug.
“No,” more tears drip down my cheeks, “No, I’m glad you didn’t.”
My mother is silent, shell shocked, barely there. Just like during the months after my father died.
“Prim, listen to me.” Katniss kneels down, so we look at each other eye-to-eye, “You have a chance.”
“No I don’t,” the tears are coming quickly now., “I can’t.”
“Yes, you do. Remember Johanna Mason?”
I shiver. A few years ago, the female tribute from District Seven did an awfully convincing job of appearing weak, and going ignored. Then she got her hands on a knife and-
“I can’t do that, Katniss.” I bury my head in her shoulder, tears soaking into her shirt.
“You don’t have to, just run.” her voice catches, “Run as far away from the other as you can get, and hide. Don’t draw attention to yourself, and they won’t find you. Wait until the Careers finish each other of, and then-”
“And then what?” I demand, feeling heat in my cheeks. I can’t fight, and she knows that.
“And then you-” she swallows, but there is a hard cold look in her eyes. I’ve always believed Katniss had enough strength to rip the world apart, but here we are and neither of us can fight the system, “You do whatever it takes to come home.”
I gulp.
The Peacekeepers come through the door, time’s up.
“Prim!” Katniss yells, desperate, “Promise me you’ll come home!”
And then they’re gone. And I’m alone in a cold, hard room that's basically a cell.
“I promise,” I whisper to myself.

Campers around me stared at the leaderboard. I stood on the edge of my tiptoes, but I was still too short to see above their heads.
Instead, I turned to their expressions. There was an extraordinary range, from ecstatic to utterly dismayed. A Sci-fi camper groaned in frustration, while a Myth camper cheered. There was a surprising amount of disbelief from random campers, and quite a few strange glances in my direction.
Finally a path cleared enough for me to see the standings.
Instinctively, I looked at the lower part of the leaderboard. No Fairy Tales in sight. Then up, further, still further. It was so high, people of my height were practically being discriminated against.
There. On the very top.
Fairy Tales.
First place.
It took me a minute to figure it out, but it finally hit me.
“We did it!” I yelled, bouncing up and down, “Fairy Tales is the best- and don’t you forget it.” I high-fived one of our allies and hugged a fellow Fairy-Tales camper.
“The plan worked!”

Five days ago…
All three factions of Fairy Tales were standing in the Gathering. Even though it was only my first day, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was unusual.
“All right guys, you all know why we’re here,” Vi said, climbing up onto the podium.
“Not really,” I muttered. I was in a bit of a mood, since we’d been stuck close to the bottom of the leaderboard since I got here.
“Okay, I think we can all agree that we’re the best cabin there is?”
A halfhearted cheer. The leaderboard just proved us wrong, after all.
“I know. It doesn’t look like we’re going to win. But just hear me out okay? Now this could work two ways - I could give you a speech about how winning isn’t everything and having fun is what really matters. Or we could, ya know, win.”
Despite my bad mood, I grinned.
“Let’s win!” Zia called.
“Glad we got that settled,” Vi smiled.
“Question!” I called, waving my hand around, “Uh, how exactly do we win?”
“About that,” I see our leaders exchange secretive smiles, “We have a plan.”

Fairy Tales was a famously underestimated cabin. No one really took princesses and bedtime stories seriously. No one really thought about the darker, evil twist to some tales, and how fairy tales were the most ancient, and the most dangerous kind of story.
Long story short, no one expected the Fairy-Tales cabin to come anywhere near the leaderboard. We could either protest at this… or use it to our advantage.
And that’s exactly what we did.
No one really paid attention to our cabin, which meant no one really noticed when we all simultaneously worked on the weekly. We went through the necessary lengths to appear disorganized, and inactive.
Then we struck. All the weeklies at once, pouring in, propelling us to the top.
Fairy Tales for the win.

Main Cabin Weekly 1
Part 1: 440 words
Part 2​​: 967 words
Part 3: 711 words
Part 4: 412 words
Total: 2530 words

Adora/She-Ra Character Sheet (protagonist of SPOP on Netflix! major spoiler warning!) - 214 words
Series ended

Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: lesbian
Species: princess (yes actually)

Strengths: powerful, caring, effective leader, forgiving, brave
Weaknesses: clumsy, strains herself, overestimates herself and takes unnecessary risks

General view of life: not hateful; believes she has a specific duty to the world because of her identity but eventually begins to live for herself and the people around her

Relationships:
- romantic interest: Catra
- friends: Bow, Glimmer, other princesses
- mentors: Madame Razz, Mara, Light Hope
- enemies: Shadow Weaver, Hordak, Horde Prime

Tendencies:
- Tends to believe she is stronger than her friends and she alone is responsible for protecting them
improves and is resolved in the final season
- Tends to be clumsy when learning new things, especially when trying to control her powers
little improvement, mostly staying the same
- Tends to put what she believes is the greater good of the world over herself and her own wellbeing
improves slowly
- Tends to struggle when not in charge
improves slowly

Situations:
Life or death - works very hard to find an alternate solution, willing to sacrifice herself, refuses to let any of her friends go
Infected by the virus - not her normal self, extremely clumsy and has little perception of what’s going on around her, makes bad decisions and potentially unintentionally puts her and her friends in danger

Word war with @WillowShine45 Hiking is the perfect balance between mind and body. it is the perfect way to develop your brain by keeping it healthy and actively working. It gives you a sense of calm and keeps your mind centered and paced in the gorgeous surroundings of trees and animals. Hiking helps relieve stress while being able to sit with your own thoughts while being surrounded by a full sensory experience; the surroundings and the opportunities to think help relieve and release stress and anxiety whyle also improving attitude, mental health, and physical health. By being able to work on your body you stay in shape and level your body. It helps you stay in shape in a non-excessive way, you don’t have to go to the gym or use special equipment that could be expensive, and not necessarily motivating hiking gives motivation to stay fit by making it fun and making it more of an experience rather than seeming like a chore. It also builds up your immune system. Specific tools help lots when doing hikes. Either in the case of an emergency or just for your needs. Practicing hiking prepares you for bigger hikes and lets you experience more. Hiking is super beneficial if you have a positive attitude, are prepared, and try your best

Character reference sheet for Richard Goranski from the musical Be More Chill

Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: bisexual
Species: human

Strengths: positive, grateful, helpful, patient, kind, loyal
(former) strengths: confident, independent
Weaknesses: paranoid, insecure, regretful, does not let others know when he is troubled,
(former) weaknesses: selfish, abrasive, suicidal

General view of life: (freshman year) depressing, hopeless / (junior year) brash, rash, hateful and despairing on the inside / (after) meaningful

Relationships:
- romantic interest: not specified
- friends: (beginning) Jake, possibly Chloe, Brooke, and Dustin. (later) all the former, but now including Jeremy, Michael, and possibly Christine.
- family: brother: Jason. Father: unspecified, but we know that he is abusive.

Tendencies:
- Tends to keep all of his pain to himself
Improvement: He is still like this, only revealing little information
- Suffers from depression, but would always put a smile on for others
Improvement: no improvement, staying the same
- Acts in the moment, is very impulsive, and would make decisions without considering the consequences at all.
Improvement: He is slowly being more careful with his choices.

Situations:
Loss of a friend:
- would always blame himself entirely, falling into a spiral of self-hate
-would wish it was him instead of his friend, thinks he deserves it more than his friend
-isolates himself, acts distant to friends, lingers in denial for a long time
-would not accept that it wasn’t his fault

Romantic struggles:
- is scared of rejection, and would adjust himself in any way to make his partner happy. Does not consider his own mental health.
-he would never make the first move, although it seems like he would, based on his fake confidence.
-would never admit his problems to his partner, but would always be there if his partner was down
-outcome would be good for the relationship but bad for his mental health, depends on if his partner is toxic

Helping others:
- helps others to find themselves, guides others emotionally and physically
-would always complete the assignment as best as he could, but is too proud and stubborn to ask for help
- outcome is normally good, as he is very helpful (yes, very detailed)

Scenario: your character has been hired for a cause they no longer believe in, and they want to defect
Trigger Warning: Toxicity, shocking, switching medicine

Give me a break, Rich thought tiredly as he plopped down on the couch. There’s, like, a million people Squiped already. Let them do it.
Shut up, Richard, the Squip shocked him. He barely flinched, already used to it from the years in the Squip Organization.

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The Work. Rich hated the Work. He didn’t know why his foolish teenage self ever joined it. But he was stuck here now, with no way to leave unless he magically got his hands on some Mountain Dew Red. But Michael isn’t here to save them anymore. And there was no alcohol in the base to glitch out the Squip.
Thinking of resistance already, Richard? Well, at least you’re smart enough to know that it wouldn’t succeed. It laughed. It was funny, how his Squip was the Evil Kermit, yet he feared him so much. You’d have to be really scary if you could be intimidating in the body of Evil Kermit.
Well, Richard, why don’t you go with your friends and gather some new recruits? ‘New recruits’. Yeah no, it was just taking pills from the hospital and replacing them with the Squip pills, then putting Mountain Dew on their table.
Rich scowled and got up to look for Jeremy, Michael, and Jake. He found them hanging out over there in the lounge.
“We have a new job,” he called out to them. The three were already prepared. Well, obviously. The Squip must’ve told them.
“Let’s go then,” Jake prompted.
Rich got in the car and drove to the hospital, putting the radio on to avoid the awkward silence. Or that was what the Squip told him.
They arrived at the hospital, replacing all the pills. Every move made him weight with guilt. Finally, they finished raiding the hospital and returned to the base of the Squip organization. It was actually quite a nice place. Or that was what they wanted you to think, anyway. It was extremely large, for the large amounts of ‘new recruits’ arriving each day.
For Rich, it all started when he took the pill in freshman year, all because life was difficult and he hated himself. He hated himself then, but he’ll never forgive himself now.
Stop moping around, the Squip hissed.
Right. But he didn’t want to. Actually, Rich would like to just sit there forever. He would much more want to leave, but maybe in another universe.

Stottlemeyer and Monk
216 words character voice descriptions, 814 character voices, 1005 words total

Monk
Adrian Monk is the main character of Monk. He works as a private consultant. He was decommissioned from the police department due to his many phobias that could put others in danger. Monk's voice is mostly straightforward and perfectionistic, and he either stresses his emotions too much or not at all. He is very scornful towards the things he dislikes, like milk and germs. He is normally calm, but takes a long time to accept things. He thinks of most people in an analytical way, and only does he thinks emotionally when it's about Trudy or when someone has hurt him. His closest captions is Sharona.

I grin as I walk out of the dressing room in my full police uniform. Sharona smiles at me, excited. “You look wonderful!” She complimented.
The question now is: am I going to stay in this uniform? Stottlemeyer had gone toy reinstatement hearing. I don't know if I trust him to speak favorably of me- I can only hope. (Should I really think of him like this? I wonder.too.) But if he did, and they accepted, I would be back in the department! For once, I didn't try to fix the wrinkles on my kidshirt. It was perfect by itself.
Then Stottlemeyer came, walking down the hall.
He looked somber, his head down. It seemed like he was avoiding my eyes. That could only mean one thing. My shoulders sag. I wasn't back.
“How could you do this?” Sharona cried. She stomped towards Stottlemeyer, who was looking ashamed. As he should. How could he? I thought he trusted me..I guess all of it was a lie then.
“You and the department takes credit of his work every time!” Sharona accused. Stottlemeyer sighed, and moved out of her way. “I'm sorry, Monk. You just aren't ready to handle a gun yet.” He says, still not looking at me.
Was I not enough? After everything I've done?
–
I sit at the table, staring into nothingness. Needless to say, I was still not satisfied with Stottlemeyer's choice to throw me to the dust. Well, I guess I won't be able to be back for a while, then. I look down at my plate and push the pasta a bit to the left so it matches up perfectly with the cauliflower.
Stottlemeyer. I thought he had agreed to vouch for me already. So he just decided to change his mind at the last second, huh. Did he just want me to suffer? I've waited so long for this chance, and now it's thrown in the ashes like it was never even there. If Stottlemeyer just said a few words differently, then maybe he would be in the office right now, smiling. Instead he was in his kitchen, an hour behind schedule moping in front of his cold lunch.
Well, no use to sit and mope. Time to solve the case. For Trudy. She wouldn't want to see me like this. I could almost hear her voice, telling me to not give up. And I'll listen to her. I stood up.

Stottlemeyer
Leland Stottlemeyer is a major character in the show Monk. He is the head of the San Francisco Police Department. His voice is normally straightforward and sometimes he comes off as brash.. He is usually polite and patient to others, but when something goes wrong or one of his loved ones gets hurt, he can be quite abrasive and harsh. He cares deeply for his friends and family. He tries to remain his friendships and relations if not at the cost of his own happiness. He always does what he believes is the right thing, although sometimes this becomes hazardous to his friendships. His closest companions are either Randy or Karen.

It wasn't what I had intended to do.
They asked me if I thought Monk would be a good cop, and I told them about his detective skills. But they just kept nagging me, and I just burst, telling them everything about Monk.
“He's a good detective,” I tried one last time. “He's solved most of the cases we received, if not all.”
“Don't avoid the question,” they said. “Captain Stottlemeyer, do you think that Adrian Monk should be reinstated to the San Francisco Police Department?'
”I have to say that he is very intelligent, but he has too many phobias, and I don't think he could handle a gun yet.“ I say finally.
”Well, there's the answer.“
What have I done?
–
I walk down the hall, my gaze on the marble floor. I couldn't bear to see Monk's excited smile fade and turn into a frown. Sharona argued and argued, screaming at me, but the only person I could see was Monk. He stares at me with a betrayed look etched deep in his face. I'm quite sure he hates me now. I do too.
”I'm sorry, Monk,“ I say sadly.
I don't think I can forgive myself.
–
”Captain?“ Randy's introspective voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He looks concerned. That was special, especially for him.
Right. The case. Why do I keep spacing out? Of course I know why. I sigh and look at Randy. ”Get Monk.“ He nods and rushes off. I opened my mouth to tell him that there was a telephone right next to him, but he was already gone.
I stare at the wall. We needed Monk. What was I thinking when I talked about him like that? He's the best cop we've got. He solved more cases than the entire department could together, and we took credit for every single one of them. I should know- Trudy was probably why he was alive right now. His reinstatement was one of the only things he looked forward to, and I crushed his dreams and left him in the dust. I probably don't come close to understanding his pain, as I sit here safe and sound in my office. He nearly has nothing left now, all because of me. He trusted me, too. He probably won't ever forgive me again.
Worth a try. I take a deep breath as the door opens.
”Monk." He steps in and meets my eye.

Adrian lurched up the moment his alarm rang. He could not afford to get up after exactly 7:10. Ten was the best number. Although seven was gross, it would eventually pass. He grabbed his blanket and began folding it, making sure the corners matched perfectly. Then he put it on the middle of his bed, glancing sideways at his clock.
7:08. Now he had to stall for two minutes, to get the perfect 10. Duh.
He waited until it was 7:10, then sprinted to the dining table to eat breakfast. Turns out they were eating toast, with butter spread on top. Adrian grumbled and grabbed a knife, smoothing out the butter carefully.
“What is it this time?” Ambrose asked, staring at him as he bit into his toast and got a crumb on his face. Adrian grabbed a napkin and leaned over, trying to wipe it off. Ambrose pushed him away and dusted off the crumb. “There, are you happy now?”
“Yes, very.” Adrian finished spreading the butter evenly and began to eat. He looked at his watch- 7:20. “Oh holy pickles!” He dashed to his room, got his backpack, and stumbled out of the door. Ambrose sighed and finished up his breakfast and joined him, although they were ten minutes early. Adrian liked to be either early or exactly on time. But he would never get the seconds to be zero and the bus is always late anyway.
They waited for a while, then the bus came. Adrian went first, paid, and tilted something. The bus driver sighed, used to it by now. Ambrose followed, and together they went to their friends. Well, Adrian's friends. Kind of. Classmates. And there's Trudy
“Adrian!” Sharona called out to him. Leland acknowledged him with a nod, Randy waved, and Trudy gave him a warm smile.
“We were just talking about how the school is doing a program for awareness about pollution and stuff, ” Leland explained.
“How'd you find out?” Ambrose interjected.
“ I'm the class president, remember? Anyway, we could be in a group together.”
The bus lurched to a stop. Adrian was about to fall over, but Ambrose held him upright. Randy tried to fix Leland's collar, but he slapped his hand away.
–
“Hello, class.” Herpin greeted the students. “Today we're doing a new unit on pollution. We will split into ten groups, five people each. Any questions?
”Will we be able to pick our own groups?“ Leland asked.
”Yes, fortunately.“ Herpin gave a thin smile. ”In fact, we will pick now. Kids, gather into groups of five.“
”See ya," Ambrose shrugged at Adrian and disappeared into the crowd of students. Ah, crowds. Adrian scowled as he plucked through the classroom of 7-8th graders. He finally found Leland, Randy, Sharona, and Trudy waiting for him.
Herpin passed out the instruction papers. Leland scanned the paper with the others crowding around him. Randy and Sharona accidentally kept bumping into each other. (“Stop elbowing me!” Sharona scowled at Randy. “Well, you stop going near my elbow!” Randy argued.) Leland sighed and gestured for the two to sit down.
“We have to make a presentation about pollution. We have to cover the types of pollution and potential solutions. We have to make a Slides presentation, and there are roles. Manager, writer, fact-checker, presenter, and researcher. I would actually like to be the manager. Objections?” The group thought Leland would be a good leader, so nobody objected. “Uh…” Adrian thought for a while. “Designer? Wait no, thinger. No, I mean, how about thinger? Uh…”
“You could be the fact-checker,” Leland provided helpfully. Adrian nodded thankfully. “And Sharona, you could be the presenter, if you want. You just feel fit for the role,” Leland suggested. Sharona nodded. “And Randy could do the research, and Trudy could do the writing if it’s okay with you two.” The two agreed,, although Randy’s role would turn out to be a terrible mistake.
–
After a month, the group presented and got an A+, from Leland’s connections but mostly from Monk’s nagging to make everything perfect. The group, of course, also benefited from Trudy’s gifted writing and Sharona’s wonderful presentation.
They never made Randy the researcher again, though.

The real-fi restaurant was silent, aside from the soft whisk of the wind and the distant humming of the birds. The campers were either too busy and forgot their shifts, were working fewer shifts or had not had their shifts yet. In one other case, Gee and Misty were sabotaging the other cabins by breaking their ceilings. People had tried to stop them in vain.
Gee and Lily had to leave town temporarily, and it was up to Amy to take care of the restaurant. She was quite anxious about the inactivity of the workers. The restaurant had a war to wage, yet no one was there to help. Of course, everyone dropped in every couple of hours, but few people were doing the war.
“Hey,” Rookie called from the door. “I have to eat right now, but I'll be back as soon as I can.”
Misty crunched on the ceiling of other cabins while doing algebra. “I have to do math right now, but I'll work too.” She sipped on burnt oatmeal and multitasked.
There was still hope. Amy rallied up the campers and announced: “we have to do the war. Tell me when you do the tasks, and if you did the extra challenge.” She pulled up the Spreadsheets.
The infinite bowls of mango seemed to motivate the campers. Keyboards were shattered and phones were cracked from the peer pressure of the campers as they typed.
“Back!” Misty yelled out, because she was big brain and finished her algebra questions at the speed of light. Then she pulled out her phone and started to tap at an inhumane speed. She also shuffled the Hamilton playlist to further motivate the campers.
“EEEEEEE!” She screeched as she typed this fanfic for the words. She also dropped by Fairy-Tales to check out how they were doing, also to break the ceiling.
“Hey y'all, what's up?” She called in a southern drawl. Well, her terrible impression of one. She was hyperactive and jumped around while chugging mango smoothies, eating mangos, and eating mango-flavored ceilings to show her patriotism. She also began multitasking by doing work and writing at the same time.
Then, she returned to the restaurant to discover that there was another war. So now she had to do the second part of her weekly for it, although she had no idea what to do for the part. She thought that this fanfic was terrible and therefore ended it.

Main Cabin Weekly: Fanfiction

Part 1: Character Consistency

1,079 words

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Author's Note:

I had just started watching The Clone Wars when this weekly came out, so why not take advantage of that to write about a character that I was already familiar with! :) It really helped that I was able to look for specific strengths, weaknesses, and tendencies while watching the series, and I was able to put in a comprehensive character sheet on Anakin Skywalker. Something I would do differently next time is include a section between strengths and weaknesses where I could put in neutral traits, like being a show-off.

For the story, I decided to pick the “character has to help others cross a frozen river, but there's not enough space to fit everyone in the boat” prompt. However, this quickly went out of hand as I underestimated how many words it would take to write this. XD Another complication was trying to shift the movie-style format with an objective narrator into a story with a limited omniscient narrator, but I think I accomplished that goal.

The story will be continued in Part 3, but I was unfortunately unable to finish it for the purposes of the weekly. My motivation was starting to deteriorate a bit, but I might end up finishing the story one day! :) at least they finally actually got to the river fjkdlajfdkl

I loved writing this, and I look forward to continuing to explore sci-fi writing, and perhaps more Star Wars fanfiction in the future!

Main Cabin Weekly: Fanfiction

Part 2: Character Voice Consistency

867 words

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Author's Note:

This was actually the last part of the weekly that I wrote, just before posting. It was written in a couple hours, with much of the final part written during an 8-minute word war. It has been a while since I last read Wings of Fire, but I hope that my descriptions weren't too inaccurate. Moon and Tsunami are some of my favorite characters, and they have pretty distinct personalities and voices.

It was interesting to think through each of their points of view, and I hope that I was able to portray their voices well!

☰ Cami's Mountain Tour ◭

▪ Date: July 7th
▪ Total word count: 118 words

◭ Word War #3 ☰

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▪ Lost against @DashingDiamonds oop - 118 vs 187 words

India sat at her desk and opened her computer. She navigated to Google Docs, where she had to write a report in a book she had read recently. Her document was blank. No problem, actually. She just sat there for a few seconds, remembering what the book was about. Having an idea, she quickly tapped the keys, writing at what looked like the speed of light.
Yes, that’s right. India had superpowers.
She already knew. Nobody else did, though, except for her family. She was only 9. She was scared of scientists that would like to do experiments on her. That’s why she kept this a secret.
While thinking all this, she wrote an entire report. “I’m done.”

Main Cabin Weekly: Fanfiction

Part 3: Fanfiction Tropes

1,348 words

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Author's Note:

Whoo! This story was originally meant to just be 400 words, but it kept dragging details and events out of me until it has reached almost 2,000 XD. I modeled the story after many of the battles in Seasons 1 and 2 of The Clone Wars, which were fresh in my mind as I watched the series for the first time. Hopefully I was able to accurately portray not only Anakin, but also Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, Captain Rex, and even the annoying and funny little Separatist battle droids ;). I'm not completely sure I was able to fully describe the scene and action I was seeing in my head, but that's the struggle of converting a story modeled visually into writing.

When I was reaching about 700 words for this story, I decided to divide it in two parts, one for Part 1 of the weekly and one for Part 3. At this point, they hadn't even reached the original prompt yet, so I felt that I would be able to meet my goals better this way. However, this did make it so I had to include three tropes in the story.

I was already making it canon compliant by setting it sometime during the Clone Wars, and the desperation and struggle that I wanted to put in would fit the description of an angst fic. For the final trope, I chose to insert a couple of OCs into the work, the clone troopers Jumper and Tracks. *coughs* pfft no, I didn't kill off those characters just so I could get my third trope in without changing the story much… what are you looking at?.

Overall, I loved writing this story from start to (sort of) finish, and I really want to be able to finish it in the near future. If you are reading this, and you'd like to be notified when I finally give the story an ending, please comment on my profile and let me know! :) I'd also be more than happy to hear your thoughts and reactions to the story!

Main Cabin Weekly: Fanfiction

Part 4: SWC Fan-fic

522 words

Quick Links: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Author's Note:

This fanfiction imagines SWC as a physical yet magical place, where multiple dimensions co-exist in one land. I looked through every cabin to incorporate their storyline in the story, so hopefully, if you're reading this, you enjoyed your cabin's part! If I mis-represented the storyline of any of your cabins, please let me know!

I actually was writing this while I puzzled out Part 1, and it was done pretty early, with me reasoning that I would only need about a sentence for each cabin to reach the 400 word limit.

Now, though, it is a relief to finally be done! I learned a lot about fanfiction and my own writing preferences and skills this week, and I look forward to the next weekly! Fan-fi FTW! <3