These are my July SWC 2021 works!

7/2 in-cabin daily

“I’m so excited!” my twin sister Mint breathed as we walked with our mother to the town square. It was the day of our steed ceremony, where we would claim our own pegasi companions. Or rather, they claim us. The tradition had been honored in our village for millenia, even as we adopted modern technology. We have new ways of transport, but nothing could quite replace a pegasus.

“Me too!” I replied happily. I had always wanted Tangerine to be my steed. For as long as I could remember, we had been best friends- at least I thought so. We’ve played together in the grassy field near the stables many afternoons. And I would take our measurements- for some reason, I clearly remember the day when I found that Tangy was exactly one foot shorter than me.

“Stand straight, Sage,” our mother grumbled. As tall as I was, I had developed a slouch, and so she had a habit of saying that to me all the time. But I couldn’t have cared less.

The village elders were there, and practically the whole village, with a population of two thousand. After a few minutes of waiting, our Chief Elder stepped forward.

“Greetings, my dear kin,” he said, his voice deep and resonating. “Today we came to celebrate one of the most important stages of our youngs’ lives: the steed ceremony.”

Then he went on to describe our history together: our coexistence, our war, our amends for all that we have done- which became the ceremony. “Our bond is like a tree, washed with blood from time to time with violence and hatred, but always restored to its natural glory.” It was actually very interesting, every single time I hear it.

Finally, he pulled a scroll from his robes. “Now, we shall begin,”

Chief Elder started calling out all the names of the 13-year-olds in the village, ordered by last name. They went up inside the stables, and came out accompanied by their steed. No one questioned the overly simple process. They’ve all been through it before.

Finally, it was our turn.

“Mint Baylervins”

I watched eagerly as Mint walked into the stables. I hoped that it was a steed that we knew, like Mallow or Pebble. They were Tangerine’s sibs, and I was sure we’ll do great. Plus, Mint loved Pebble. That was a huge bonus

But when Mint came out, I saw that no, it wasn’t them at all. Instead, it was definitely not anyone I wanted.

Mint rode out with Tangerine.






(This feels like a crossover between a Warriors ceremony and a Hunger Games reaping lol)
(and the plot might have been a bit rushed?)

Cheif Elder xD Imagine someone was like impostering him like “I'm elder” and a guy older than him told him “I'm older”?

lol. And I noticed that you copied my sig, but who cares.

7/3 in-cabin daily

(Inspired by my summer school social studies class)

Alice woke up one day to find a visitor sitting with her parents outside, reading the newspaper. It was Robert Williams, a family friend. His daughter Anne, who often accompanied him when he came, was nowhere to be seen. Curious about what they were saying, Alice stealthily went behind the front door.

“These corrupted imbeciles! Stealing our land just like that, with no warning!” she could hear Robert yelling.

“We should have seen this coming earlier,” Alice’s mother said heavily. “The rich businessmen had been buying land along the river all along. Now we’ll lose our farms, and our ways of living”

“Don’t blame yourself, Eva,” Alice’s father comforted. “They’ve tried hard to conceal it from us, and they’ve done it perfectly. There was nothing too suspicious about buying land, no indication of controlling the Owens. But now they’ve done it.” Alice could hear the bitterness in his voice.

“These businessmen are obsequious, useless idiots,” Robert said resolutely. “There must be some kind of bribing going on, with the Los Angeles government.”

Eva nodded absentmindedly. “Now, Robert, why don’t you stay to eat?”

But Robert shook his head. “Thank you for the offer, Mrs. Katz, but I must get going.” Alice quickly ducked behind the door as her parents came back inside.

“Have you been eavesdropping again, Alice?” her father said wearily. Alice opened her mouth, but he cut her off. “No, this is important information. I feel like our lives will change forever,”

Alice couldn’t have agreed more.

7/4 Main Cabin Daily

(Note: a lot of fandom-specific information)

It was Independence Day, and I was sitting alone at my computer, furiously working on a science project that was due at midnight. I already missed out on giving my sister a gift for Independence Day, and after my project I had to review math with my dad.

I hate summer school, I thought. Actually, it wasn't true. It had been an interesting and challenging experience, but right now I was just grumpy that I couldn't celebrate Independence Day properly. You see, me and my sister were avid Hamilton fans, and she was going to dress up as Lafayette and give a speech. Something like that. But she wasn't done with it, and it was already 11 in the morning. On top of that, I failed my math quiz horribly. Even worse, I don't know how horribly, but my mom will definitely be disappointed. Right now, my whole family- excluding me and my cat- were out. They're definitely having lots of fun, and I'm stuck here with too much to do.

I put on my favorite playlist, called “Uplifting + Favorites”. I had listened to most of the songs on Friday and Saturday, and only two were left. My favorites of favorites: Yorktown and Through My Own Eyes. Well. At least I'll make my morning a bit more enjoyable. I was planning to give myself a treat when I finish with my portion of the project, though. Ooooh… I know the perfect thing.

Yesterday, I had already rewatched two episodes of Liberty's Kids. Well, not the whole thing. I was just mostly trying to obsess over my favorite character: Lafayette. Today I'll it again. With Yorktown playing out loud and my custom Pomodoro ticking away, I turned back to the science project. This daily was quite fun. But it will be better when I get to watch Going Home, my favorite episode with the adorable relationship between Lafayette and Henri.
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20 minutes later, I was opening a YouTube tab. Make this quick, I thought to myself. But I had 16 minutes for a break, according to my Pomodoro. Whatever. My parents might get mad at me for watching LK.

I sat through the theme song, even though I've heard it 10 minutes ago. It's actually my favorite song, a fact known to few people. Finally, I get to do something fun on Independence Day.

I casually skipped to the part with Laf's grand entrance and started to laugh at practically every line he said. I really have no idea why I did that, but I definitely enjoyed rewatching. Finally, I finish all the scenes with Laf in the episode. Though much of it was a bit angsty (generally, the whole episode was), and I got so mad at a Honey ad for interrupting my favorite part, I absolutely loved rewatching everything. I laughed a lot at Henri saying “Shoo, shoo,” to the Lafayette fans, and how Laf bumped his head on the printer. I still have regrets that the episode didn't feature Lafayette and Henri leaving together, but it was certainly an awesome experience for Independence Day. I'm ready to face everything I have to do today!

7/5 Main Cabin daily
(it was horribly redundant and undetailed. I couldn't write very much in quality or quantity with only three minutes /nm)

Dear Antonius Geringer,
It is now finally time. The clock is ticking away. You’ve had a wonderful life, it seems to me. The guidance and help you’ve offered to the young Cahills helped them make history. Your brother would certainly be sad. I’m sorry to tell you this, in your last minutes, but… you are not real. Oh, you are real in your reality, but in my universe you have never existed. I have simply created you for entertainment, and to explore the possibilities your version of history could offer. 30 seconds left. I’ll tell you, as the author of your reality, of how everyone had felt about you. You were certainly annoying at times, but everyone appreciated you. Goodbye.

7/6 Main Cabin Daily

Hello! I am the bracket. Have you ever heard of it? That is a rather silly question. Of course you’ve heard of me! The good-looking, commonly used bracket! Of course, the second part is certainly not true. Our kind is never commonly used. But look at the other punctuation marks on the keyboard. I bet you anything that you use many frequently!

But let’s back up. Why am I really so furious? It’s not like you have never seen me before. I’m sure you have. I’m always abundant in scientific papers and historical papers, for citation. I’m common in advanced math and in many coding languages as well. You would definitely see me, if you do any of the above very often. Which I seriously doubt. You see why I am so angry now. These days, barely anyone knows what I am even used for! Well, I’m more common as text corrections and placeholders. But practically no one uses, or know how to use, me for the first one. And few use me for the second purpose.

Not only that, but my purpose is stolen by the parenthesis and braces! Parenthesis are used pretty much everywhere. Math! Online! I bet you can’t last a day without parenthesis. And braces! Don’t even get me started on them. They’re ugly, and even more so as online text. You have a feeling of satisfaction when you draw them nicely in math, but in the end they’re still ugly. And they’re much commonly used in coding than I am! How is that fair? I’m obviously the best out of us three.

So, how can you start? Use me with your smiley faces more. It’s certainly a more interesting variant of the cliche parenthesis smile. Use me as a placeholder, for titles and text you yet have to write. Learn how to put me along with original quotes you put in your papers for school. They will also look dashing with all of these neat citations featured with me. Thank you, and don’t forget to use me in your writing!

:]
-Bracket and her pair, Bracket.

7/7 Word war with @Esmedoggo

Ok, let’s start this thing. I guess I’ll just write a SaL scene? Probably. I’m just so angry I left office hours too early. Oh well, here we go:

AU: Lafayette’s leg was amputated after the Battle of Brandywine

“General Washington! The marquis-” A soldier yelled frantically.

“Yes, I know!” Washington barked back. He went in the direction of the camp.

“He looks really bad,” the soldier added in a solemn whisper as Washington headed away.

At the camp, he could see the medical tent being flooded with injured soldiers. “Where’s the marquis?” he asked one of the doctors.

“Inside,” the doctor replied, his gaze intent on his patient.

Washington headed inside. James Craik hurried to him. “Sir, the marquis…”

“Will his leg be-” “Yes,” Craik replied heavily.

7/8 Daily
Note: Characters do not belong to me. They are historical figures and characters from the 39 Clues fandom, and they are in my fanfic.
Semi-romantic friendship. (Marquis de Lafayette and Amy Cahill)

Away from the camp, Amy found Gilbert sitting beneath a tree with his head in his hands. He didn’t seem to notice as she approached.

“I’m sorry about Henriette,” Amy said softly, sitting down next to him.

Gilbert lifted his head. He looked miserable, though not to the point of crying.

“Oh… thank you” he said numbly, looking back at the ground.

“It must be hard for you.” she said simply. Gilbert glanced at her and shook his head.

“No, I’m fine,”

Amy looked him in the eye. “The news of the alliance might have made it less painful. But I know you’re not fine. I know what it’s like.”

“I suppose.” Gilbert said subduedly, straightening up. “It’s just… I had to lose family again. I’ve always thought about how the same thing could happen to my children, if I died here. I could’ve spent more time with Henriette, and I could’ve gotten to known Anastasie. But I just… left. To fight in a war that didn’t have anything to do with me personally. Fighting for a war, for liberty that I will never get to share. A war that could very possibly be at loss!”

He looked visibly upset by the last sentence. Amy reached out and hugged him briefly. He hesitantly hugged back

“I know that you’re upset.” she said earnestly as she let go again. “But this is a war we can win. France had already allied with us. It just takes time. I’m sure that Adrienne and her family will take care of Anastasie. And liberty in America will spread around the world. There’s unalienable rights that no one can take away, and everyone will realize it after we win. You know it yourself”

Gilbert looked reassured and nodded. “Of course, Amy. I shouldn’t have forgotten. Are you absolutely sure we can win the war, though?”

Amy felt a twinge of guilt that she had to hide so much from him. But she couldn’t reveal anything. Not yet.

“And… you have us. Our friends. And Washington”
She saw that his eyes were welling up with tears. “Thank you, Amy. I really… you really do feel like family,”

“We are family,” she told him, smiling at him. “Come on, everyone has been wondering where you are.”

“They have?” he asked incredulously.

“Well, we obviously care about you. Like I just said” she replied almost teasingly, standing up and dusting herself off.

Gilbert stood up too, and he turned to Amy. “I- I just wanted to say… thank you for everything that you’ve done since I’ve came.,”
“Sure, it’s nothing. I’m glad that I’ve been able to help,” Amy said distractedly. She still felt guilty, and Gil’s words reminded her again of how she was almost using him for the Cahills. Still, it was necessary. He’ll find out one day. In the meantime, maybe she shouldn’t be so close to him.

But even as she thought of this, Gilbert leaned closer and kissed her swiftly on her cheek. “I’m lucky that you’re such a great friend, mon chère,” he whispered. Amy gazed at him sadly and nodded.

“I’m really glad that I have someone like you, too,”

SWC in-cabin weekly word crawl
Note: This weekly is mostly a bunch of reflections about SWC and myself. It's not very interesting.

Sprint to 100 words as you look around the village.

I was absolutely furious at everything. I glared at my cat and typed hard on my keyboard. Why was I so angry? Well, I got a horrible grade on my math quiz. I also have way too much homework (and other stuff) to do. So I can’t do anything for SWC! Actually, that is very self-contradicting, as I’m doing this short sprint for SWC. This is the only topic I could think of at the moment: ranting about how angry I am. I am so busy with homework, SWC, and catching up with my Founder of the Day and Journal of the American articles!

Write for 5 minutes as you listen to the motivational speech.
A few hours later, I was back at the word crawl. Why is it called a “word crawl” anyways? I thought to myself. My mind drifted to the new studio formatting protest. The magnitude of the protesting was a bit shocking. Personally, I didn’t mind the look of the format that much. Apparently it’s worse on mobile, and I don’t own or use a phone. But I really disliked how difficult it made SWC, RPs, and other studios that I participate in. Especially how I can’t invite my followers anymore. There is a pretty good chance that Scratch Team will change the studio format back, though. Or at least something similar to it. This reminded me of the petition to unban Dani and Jussipo from the fancult, but the petition studio was eventually deleted from Scratch by the ST. Perfect! This was a nice subject to write about for 5 minutes.

Roll a six-sided die and multiply by 100, then write that many words as you explore the mess hall.
For this prompt, I went to a dice-rolling website. There was a button at the bottom that read “Go”, and I clicked on it. The website showed an image of the one-dotted side of a die. Whew! I only have to write 100 words. Things really have funny names. Seriously, a “die”? And its plural is “dice”. Well, the pronunciation wasn’t unexpected, but the spelling is. Though the word “dies” would be easily confused with the other definition. Anyways, I think I’ll stop writing after this prompt. Actually, I’ll just write one more, and that will be all for today

Write for 15 minutes as you admire the details carved into the ships.
That’s actually a long time. I should really go to sleep now. It’s not really a late night for me, but I have a lot to do tomorrow. I wonder if we can use writing for two purposes. Like the weekly or a word war for this word crawl. That’ll be fine, hopefully. SWC doesn’t have strict rules. I’ll just write 5 minutes today and 10 tomorrow. I’m pretty sure Robin lets us take a break during word crawls.
Alright, I’m going to write for 10 more minutes. Maybe next time I should try to write about the actual storyline. But I can’t write a thousand words about a hut, or 15 minutes of ship descriptions. Now I don’t really have much to write about. I just won a word war, but it wasn’t quite fair because I type twice as fast as the person I was racing against, and I only got 30 words more. I usually try to work on my stories and get inspo during word wars, but it could be hard to write a really great piece when it’s in a rushed word war.
Now, I really don’t know what I could write about. Maybe I’ll take a shot at writing about ships.
“The Viking ships were made out of smooth wood. The dragon at the front of the ship stood proudly facing the sea. On closer inspection, there were intricate details carved on the sides of the ship, showing brave warriors in combat against the enemy.”
There we go. Next prompt! And I’ll actually try to write what’s in the storyline
Write to the nearest thousand as you look around your hut.
The hut wasn’t very large, but it was comfortable. The hut was made of sturdy stalks and had a thatched roof. A cot sat in one corner, and next to it was a cabinet made out of oak wood. It turns out that there was an onyx-black feather quill in the first shelf, as well as a stack of parchment. The second shelf was empty. Picking up the pen, I wrote the following words:
I simply can’t write a thousand words about a hut, assuming that we do have to write a thousand words. So, I guess I’ll write about something else, then. Maybe a reflection of July SWC, and March SWC. Alright, I’ll start now!
So, July SWC first. I feel like it’s been a fun experience so far. The activities aren’t interfering much with my summer school. I could also add my words I get for assignments. SWC could also encourage me to do some of the things I’ve been procrastinating on for a while, and that includes writing.
Also, I’m really trying to advance my crossover hi-fi fanfic during SWC. I’m done with a lot of the planning, but I simply can’t figure out what half of my main characters will do for 20 years. Basically, some main characters went back in time into a war. They then meet the other MCs. But I don’t know what would happen after the war, and the only really major event will happen about 20 years after the war.
Right now, I’m planning to write several possible endings and try to figure out how the characters got there. I’m also trying to write scenes during word wars, but I try too hard to perfect them. That’s what I kept doing for last session of SWC, and I keep losing. Word wars are the best way to get out of my mild writing block, since the time pressure really encourages me to write, but I don’t want to lose too many wars either.
I also plan to write some fun alternate universes. My sister Misty also gave me a list of five cursed ships that she wants me to write one-shots for. I really want to get working on that. And I want to submit the final project of my summer school for the competition. But it will be in a Scratch project as a slideshow, so I have to convert the slideshow into a paper/article of some sort to get it in the competition. I wonder if SWC still has the junior thing this year. I could enter it only three more times (two, if I don’t submit it in time in March). I really want to get a good work. The one I did for last SWC was just a boring poem. It had a nice format and rhyme scheme, but I think the judges are looking for more intricacy in the writing. I’ll definitely try to enter a good piece this time. Last time, I also missed an opportunity to submit a good fanfic of mine. I thought it was really cringey back then, but it might have let me won. Actually, maybe not, but it will definitely make me feel better about the contest. I’m still guilty that I didn’t enter the fanfic, especially since it had its own category.
Anyways, today’s daily that Pi made a workshop for sounds so cool! I think I’m definitely going to do a relationship from my fanfic. Possibly my favorite one. Since they’re technically not really allowed together (they’re both in a relationship already, and one is married with children), I have to find a way. Or not. Actually, I’ll do two different relationships that share a character. And I’ll do it for a word war, so I’ll actually start the daily and not procrastinate on it.
Dang. The daily is still hard. Oh well.
I put the piece of parchment away in the cabinet and got a new one. I guess now I’ll write a story about my cat. Something cool. But something that’s not a Warriors fanfic. Technically my cat couldn’t go join the Clans, because she can’t jump off a 12 feet tall balcony.
Tory was curled up in a chair next to her owner, peacefully napping.
Wait. Tory is napping. So I can’t write much about her.
Alright, I’ll talk about Tory then. She’s a black-and-white cat with green-gray eyes. And she’s a molly/she-cat, since I keep using she/her pronouns to refer to her. (That was an awfully redundant sentence.) We got her on the… *checks my diary* 14th of May. So that was about two months ago. Her birthday is on March 12th of this year, so she’s a kitten. Me and my sister Misty (@Havy2468; she’s also in hi-fi) are born in March, too. I was born on the 22nd, and Misty’s birthday is on the 9th. So next year we would all celebrate our b-days during SWC haha. Technically we did last session, too. I’m really excited for November SWC, because that’s also NaNoWriMo. And I think I’ll have time to work on my fanfic, which I’m awfully critical and judgmental about, since I want it to be rather perfect, because the plot was so cool. But it’s really my first writing project that I’ve managed not to abandon for almost half a year. So maybe I shouldn’t be so critical about it, but the daily I did yesterday for it was horrible. I didn’t show proof in the main cabin. Actually, I didn’t have time; I did show the proof in the hi-fi cabin. I think I can’t really participate in cabin wars tomorrow, since I’m probably going to be either offline or busy with my end-of-summer-school project. I think I could still try to do the wars, though, so that’s good. Though I didn’t have much practice last session, which was my first. Like I said, I’m not active on Scratch on weekends, but this special summer school/camp thing is an exception, I guess.
Back to Tory. She’s a kitten, and we got her for free from a shelter. I’ve been wanting to have a cat since our first one got lost in January 2020. And… yeah. I can’t really think of much else about her.

Sprint 300 words as you try to decide whether it's a good idea to wander around the village.
Stepping out of the hut, I casually looked around the village. The sun was shiny, and loads of villagers were hanging around. Obviously, I don’t really want to wander around the village. I was kind of tired and wanted to take a nap. (That’s actually true in real life.) But then I didn’t have a choice, since I have to follow the storyline. Maybe I could spy on people until the storyline forces me to go eavesdrop on the leaders.
Yep, it’s actually very fun to break the fourth wall sometimes. I wouldn’t like my characters to do it, but it was cool when Sophie Amundsen and Alberto Knox did it and escaped. They’re from a book called Sophie’s World. Not trying to advertise or anything, but it’s a really great book. There’s a lot of philosophy involved, though, but it shouldn’t be too hard to understand.
I saw Starla and Milkia, two thegnar, cheerfully chatting with some of the droengiar. My sister Misty was randomly humming some musical songs. Kiki, her friend, was busy at work with art. I guess you can call me a people-watcher. I suppose I’m the kind of person that pretty much never gets bored. I went back in my hut to eat lunch, then attended class on my computer. Natural and Social Science joint. Our professors asked us to share experience of the program. My parents, who were asking about the other 12-year-olds in it, urged me to share too. Being the introvert I am, I failed in making a coherent statement. Then I went to the program club activity. For some reason, my math professor was in my game group. We were playing a game called Gartric phone. I got to draw Harry Potter cleaning in the jungle. There’s not much communication, which is kind of sad.

Write for 10 minutes as you try to listen in on the conversation. If you wrote under 350 words, you were caught—write another 300 words while you apologize to the leaders and promise you won't do it again. If you wrote over 350 words, you successfully eavesdropped on the conversation without getting caught!
Oooh, a 10-minute word war! And eavesdropping! Sounds like fun. So I guess I’ll have to write 35 words per minute, unfortunately. I get really high scores on typing test, but I actually fail to type fast when I’m doing anything literary. But I certainly do not want to apologize to the leaders for eavesdropping. I really hate it when I get caught doing something bad. Don’t everyone?
Anyways, now I’m pretty much done with all my assignments. Unfortunately, the next week is the last of my summer program. And after the 23rd, I’ll get my results. I hope that I will get in into the real program. My parents would be much happier, and the learning environment will be better. Plus, there’s a really cool lounge on campus too. And a mini grocery store thing, and a bookshop. I really hope I could buy a cool book there. No one ever gives me books, sadly. They just don’t know what I like.
Today, I hope I could watch some cool Youtube videos with my sister. It’s unlikely I’ll finish this word crawl and practice math, along with starting my projects, and still have time for that. I’ll just watch Crash Course with her, because I’m pretty sure my dad will let us do that. And then we’ll watch videos from my (almost 700 videos long) Watch Later playlist. I also hope that I could finish the crawl today, and tomorrow work only on my schoolwork and the cabin wars. I should really work on little scenes for my fanfic to get inspo. I find out I’m more motivated to write when it’s about something I actually like. Though I’m pretty much fine with everything. A lot of the times prompts are just really hard. Or I’m too busy for them. I kind of feel like SWC is a bit demanding, but knowing that everyone is fine with life > SWC (though certainly not everyone follows it) makes me pretty much alright with missing some of the activities. It’s not like I can’t participate in it at all. I still could do the activities, and I could add my words from my program to the cabin. I’m pretty sure that in the end, each word counts for a point. So, to be really honest, it doesn’t matter by the end of the day whether you type 1000 words or do something that’s worth 1000 points. You’ll obviously get more prestige in the cabin, but in the wide scope of the cabin competition it doesn’t matter.
I guess this entire word crawl would be mostly my feelings and hopes about SWC, my fanfic, and my program. Along with trying to stick to the prompts.
Wow! I’m so surprised! This whole thing (not including this sentence) is 452 words.

Do a Three Digit Challenge as you return to your hut and try to figure out what they're talking about.
Well, seems like I did fine on the previous prompt. The “Wow!” kind of seems sarcastic. Sorry about that. I typed the last line in the last 10 seconds.
Anyways, the number I got was 483. Hopefully, I don’t have to write exactly that amount of words. I actually didn’t do the exact words for any of the above challenges that required them. Always a bit more. Now, as for what the co-leaders and leaders were talking about, of course I know! It’s about all about the SWC competition. Obviously, they mean that the camp is triannual and that they could only do it three months a year. And as soon as the month is over, then the session is over too. Hopefully I’ll win the essay section of the writing competition, I thought to myself. Doesn’t everyone want to win the writing comp? I should definitely submit my best work this session, even if it’s horrible. Because if I think it’s horrible, then I could improve it, and it’ll be a good work. I’ll ask fro critique from my cabinmates too.
To be honest, I feel like that (quoting my sister) whenever I feel like one of my works are cringey, it’s likely that others don’t feel that way. That isn’t to say that I should be so proud and show-off about my work, but I should definitely stop being so nervous that people will judge my writing. It’s not just about writing, too, but about life. The phrase “treat others as you would like to be treated” really applies. I think I’m just really observant and detail-oriented, so I notice a lot of weird things about people. And I think I’m just worried that people would see weird things about me, too. So, I try not to think anything bad about people when I notice something, and hope they’ll do the same in return!
Now, I really want to try the fifty-headed hydra, because it’s technically impossible for me (even with a normal typing test, I could only get 85 words per minutes tops). And I’m doing literary, which I’m really bad at. Not only that, but I’m doing a five-minute word war right this instant. I definitely hope that I won’t lose again. This is my third war today. But like I said before, by doing this I could get at least 100 points! Wow. 20 words per minutes. What low expectations I have of myself.
Anyways, I wonder how all these ideas for SWC came from. I know that a writing camp on Scratch seems pretty plausible, but the activities and such are so creative! Like the cabin wars, word wars, and word crawls. And I love how it’s grown so that there’s hundreds of people now. I’m not sure how many times it has been hosted, but last session was definitely fun, and I hope that the rest of this session will, too! SWC is the only reason I’m active on Scratch these days. I’m currently procrastinating on my tasks that I have to do on Scratch. Which are actually very easy to do, but I’m simply a procrastinator. My parents don’t give me much spare time, though. I’ve made a plan of everything I need to do this summer, and my Scratch tasks, along with planning the ending of my fanfic, are part of it.
I suppose that’s all. Hopefully I’ve written enough for this prompt and the war.

Attempt a Fifty-Headed Hydra as you talk to the other karlar, and try to act like you have no idea what this is about.
Wow. I did really good and really bad on the word war. Depending on how you look at it. So, the bad thing is that I only did 259 words in 5 minutes and lost by about 130. This is the third time I’ve lost! I feel so guilty. But my words here are adding up, and I’m sure no one in the entire SWC want anyone to feel guilty. This means that I’ll fail the hydra challenge for sure. The good news is, my WPM for literary things is almost 52! I’m so happy. It’s only 20 words below my regular WPM. So that’s a huge improvement. I think I did much worse on my previous wars; in fact, I barely remember a time that I’ve ended up less than 50 words behind the person I’m racing, unless their WPM is much less than me.
I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn’t notice that the karlar around me were buzzing with gossip. I didn’t feel like writing about talking to them, since I just didn’t really like writing what a real, alive person does in general. Except my sister’s OC, Misty. I know that’s also her nickname, but technically her OC is her on Scratch? I’m not exactly sure how OCs work, since I don’t officially have one on Scratch, and she’s not very interesting anyways. And her name is, you’ve guessed it, Sandy. Basically, she’s my sona.
Time’s up! Let me see how well I did.
Also pretty good! 242 words. I think the reason I did better on these two is because I just freewrote, and didn’t focus on any plot. I guess I’ll just finish the 500 words. I can’t wait to see my new word count after this crawl! And the only thing I have after this is the roleplay. I love roleplaying. But I have pretty much zero experience with RPing with humans. At least on Scratch. I mostly do Warriors RP, but my sister does some other kinds of RP as well. This crawl has been pretty fun! After this prompt, I think I’ll either help with my sister’s SWC activities or work on my homework. Probably the second one. And then, after the RP, I’ll just wait one hour before turning it in. Which means I’ll probably have to do it tomorrow.
Maybe I shouldn’t keep this word crawl in my current doc, since it’s almost 8 pages long and my doc just crashed once.
My dad is ordering me off the computer. I can’t do cabin wars! This is so sad. But my sleep time could be for the break. Hey, I’m actually going to sleeep! Just like the prompt! I’ll try to do cabin wars tomorrow when I work on my projects. I could use them for the wars! Everything is working out. And I hope tomorrow my parents would take me to Pollo Loco, since we haven’t been there in ages. I just asked my dad, and I’ll have to wait for my mom to approve. Today was a pretty good day. Fridays this summer generally are. Goodnight!

Take a 30 minute break from this crawl as you go to sleep.
(N/A) *casually sleeps*

Create a group of 2-5 total campers in our cabin (that you did not know before SWC) to be in your boat. Roleplay (as yourself) what happens next until each of you have gained 100+ words!
(In cabin soon)

Take a one hour break from any writing at all.
(N/A)

7/11 Daily

Alexander Hamilton sat on the rowboat as it crossed the Hudson River. He barely took notice of his surroundings as a whirl of thoughts flew through his mind. Is this the time to be second-guessing his actions? But he couldn’t help but feel regret. All that he had done, to make his country the way it is, could have progressed more in his career. And he won’t do that if he die.
But Burr won’t shoot him, would he? They were former friends, and it was illegal after all. Just to be safe, he still wrote a letter to Betsey. Soon this will be over, and he’ll go back home. Like nothing had happened.
A few minutes later, the rowboat touched down on the shore of Weehawken. Hamilton, Pendleton, and Hosack went up the hill. As he and Pendleton entered the woods, Hamilton saw Aaron Burr, incumbent vice president, already waiting for him with a scowl. Van Ness was standing stiffly next to him.
“Greetings, General Hamilton,” Burr said coolly.
“Colonel,” Hamilton replied cordially, as if this was an ordinary meeting.
Burr nodded. “If you are ready, we shall begin,”
Van Ness and Pendleton both tried in vain to persuade the two of them against the duel. No, of course he would do this. For his honor and to show that he wasn’t scared of the despicable scoundrel.
“I stand by my words, Burr, and everything I’ve said about you,” he said sleekly, glaring into Burr’s bitter eyes.
“We shall begin, then.”
As they got into position, Hamilton’s mind was still on Burr. He wasn’t so sure about his decision to fire at the ground anymore. Would Burr return the favor? They were both being forced into the duel by each other. Maybe it didn’t even have to happen…
This is no time to think about this, he chided himself. The duel was required, to preserve both of their honor.
Hamilton waited for Pendleton to hand out the pistols. When he got his, he glanced at it briefly. Watching the sun rise over New York City, he felt a rush of pride. This was his home. He had practically made the city what it is today, and had proved his allegiance to this country a thousand times over: in the war, the cabinet service, the creation of the bank. It would certainly not be a good time to leave the new America so soon.
Finally, everything was ready. They were both satisfied with their pistols, and the Code Duello reading was done.
“Present,” Burr said with an air of confidence.
“Wait,” Hamilton interrupted. He put on his glasses and threw a significant look at Burr, who looked slightly daunted. “Now we could proceed.”
Burr raised his pistol slowly. As Hamilton did the same, he felt at peace. This affair could be solved once and for all. He could go back to his wife and children. He could stay alive and watch the nation grow even more. Or, he could die, but he accepted it too.
He had done much for America, but America had done much more for him
Raise a glass to freedom…

Main Cabin daily 7/13
“What are you doing with that?!” Antonius Geringer snarled
“With what?” Frederick Menzel asked slyly.
“That thing… in your hand! Don’t play innocent with me. That thing you are holding may cause the destruction of this whole world!”
Antonius stood with Augustus, his brother, as they faced their long-lost stepfather. Behind them, all the branch leaders and the young Cahills were watching them solemnly. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, Symsburg slowly advancing forward. Antonius waved him back. This was a battle they’ll have to fight alone.
Menzel, pseudonym Future Manipulator, stepped forward holding the controller of the Doomsday device. “Yes, I’m quite aware of that. But I could just simply escape.” He patted his universe-traveling machine fondly, and turned back to the Geringers.
“Well, isn’t it funny that your own son gave this into my hands? Because of you?” Menzel continued. “ I’ve waited for the perfect opportunity to activate it. And finally, these dolts came back, and gave me the opportunity to do so, too.”
“Stop insulting everyone,” Augustus snapped. “Haven’t you done enough already?”
“No, I haven’t, as a matter of fact,” Menzel said breezily. “Now, just give me Hamilton and these two Cahills, and I’ll let you all go. I’ll go back into my own universe. Forever.”
Everyone’s eyes turned onto Antonius. It was his decision to make. Trapping Menzel inside this universe forever in exchange for three lives? It was a great deal, and he could tell that some of the leaders were thinking that too, judging by their murmurs behind him. But it would certainly affect the grand scheme of things too much. Who knows if Menzel could keep his word, anyways? Besides, he had grown fond of the youngsters, and he certainly wasn’t going to let his father’s murderer steal them.
“No, thank you,” he said resolutely.
Menzel nodded in understanding. “Well, then, I’ll have to kill you, if you don’t mind,” he said in mock apology. “Actually, just you and your annoying twin,”
Antonius desperately tried to think of something to say, to distract him so Augustus can get the controller away, but Dan beat him to it.
“Are you sure that works? If you power it on, it destroys the whole world. That’s why it’s called a Doomsday device,”
“Well, I- it just works like that-”
“Unless you’ve never studied it,” Dan interrupted.
Menzel’s face flushed. “Of course I have! I just made a better, remote-controlled version.”
He angrily pressed the button. A few seconds passed.
“Er…”
The whole cavern was filled with the sound of laughter. Menzel glared at them, then stumbled back as Augustus tackled him and got the controller. Menzel ran to the travel machine and slammed the door.
“I’ll steal this!” he threatened, as if it weren’t clear enough. Augustus pounded on the door to no avail.
“We have another one,” Dr. Mason pointed out boredly. “Or I could just ask my colleagues to send me a new one.
Menzel looked furious as he started the machine. “I’ll make a real thing to destroy you all!” he yelled. The machine’s lights flashed for a second, then Menzel was gone.
Antonius sighed. So that was that.
“I wish we’ve got him,” he said resignedly. Augustus came up to him. “That was really funny, though,” he chuckled
“Sure,” Antonius grumbled. “Now let’s get out of here.”

7/14 Main cabin daily
My words are castle, quest, war, and child, from @blu3coder!

Château de Chavaniac was his own castle. It wasn’t actually a real castle, but that’s how the young Marquis de Lafayette saw it. The manor in the countryside was the only home that he had known for a long time. There were happy memories there. Never of his father, who had fallen in war, but of his mother, grandmother, and the long line of paintings that filled the hall. As a child, he had always hoped to be as great as his ancestors were. He also wanted to be a courageous warrior, and leave his own mark on history.
Now he was embarked on a quest for vengeance on the country that took his father, and made the orphan that he was today. Though his mother had died of sickness, he knew that it was grief that had led to her demise. The British will pay for what they had done, to him and his fellow countrymen.
But more than that, it was the promise of freedom in the land across the sea. America was engaged in a battle for their own freedom from tyranny. It was something that Lafayette found compelling, to be able to create a country of liberty and justice. That was the real reason for his journey.
He wondered what would await him there. There was certainly a possibility that he would die, and never see his daughters again. He hadn’t even met his second-born yet. He didn’t want them to suffer the same pain of losing their parents, and being alone in an unfriendly world.
But it would be worth it. To get back at his country’s greatest enemy, who had defeated France in the same war that killed Lafayette’s father. And to fight for liberty and the common people. At Chavaniac-Lafayette, he had grown to adore and sympathize with the peasant farmers governed by his family. His grandmother had displayed kindness to them, and he had respect and trust for them as well. Lafayette knew that everyone should have a say in the government of a nation.
And that was why he had come on this ship to a new land.

7/19 main cabin daily
I wrote the original piece for a word war, so it's not as well-done as my usual works. (That's why I chose it to rewrite)

Original:
203 words
“General Washington! The marquis-” A soldier yelled frantically.
“Yes, I know!” Washington barked back. He went in the direction of the camp.
“He looks really bad,” the soldier added in a solemn whisper as Washington headed away.
At the camp, he could see the medical tent being flooded with injured soldiers.
“Where’s the marquis?” he asked one of the doctors.
“Inside,” the doctor replied, his gaze intent on his patient.
Washington headed inside. James Craik hurried to him. “Sir, the marquis…”
“Will his leg be-” “Yes,” Craik replied heavily.
“You can see him, though,” Craik continued.
“Will he live?” Washington asked urgently. Craik did not respond.
“Well?”
“Possibly not,” the surgeon replied, not quite meeting his eyes.
Washington went to Lafayette’s side. He wished that Craik had given him a warning on how horrible the marquis looked. He was staring weakly at the ceiling, as the surgeons worked on his leg. Blood streamed out of the half-done cut, and Washington hurriedly looked away.
Please let him live, he thought. The war needed him. And though he hadn’t really gotten to know the young Frenchman, Washington had grown fond of him. It would really be a pity if he died in his first battle.


Edited:
273 words
“General Washington! The marquis-” A soldier yelled frantically.
“Yes, I know!” Washington barked back as he walked in the direction of the camp.
“He looks really bad,” the soldier added in a solemn whisper. Washington felt a tingle of annoyance. As if he didn’t know that already. The general knew that the soldier was just trying to help, but he was too scared of what might happen to dwell on that.
At the camp, he could see the medical tent being flooded with injured soldiers, as it usually was after a big battle.
“Where’s the marquis?” he asked one of the doctors operating outside.
“Inside,” the doctor replied, sounding as annoyed as Washington felt. Washington briefly apologized for disturbing him, then went in.
James Craik hurried to him. “Sir, the marquis…”
Washington felt dread fill him. “Will his leg be-”
“Yes,” Craik said heavily. “You can see him, though.” he continued on a more positive note.
Washington was about to, but then decided to ask one more question.
“Will he live?”
Craik did not respond immediately.
“Well?”
“Possibly not,” the surgeon replied, not quite meeting his eyes.
Shaking his head, Washington went to Lafayette’s side. He wished that Craik had given him a warning. The boy was staring weakly at the ceiling, as the surgeons prepared his leg for the surgery. Blood trickled out of the half-open wound, and Washington hurriedly looked away.
Please let him live, he thought. The war needed Lafayette. And though he hadn’t really gotten to know the young Frenchman, Washington had grown fond of him. It would really be a pity if he died in his first battle.

7/21 main cabin daily

Description
It was a cold night in York, Pennsylvania, the city where the Continental Congress was stationed. In January, winter was still at its height; there was deep snow in many parts of the city. Few people were out at this time. The moon cast its silver glow on the empty streets and glittering snow. Stars twinkled overhead in the sky, clearly visible in the dark night. Lafayette could see puffs of his breath turning white. He could tell that he was shivering slightly, and he drew his thick cloak closer over his uniform.
Finally, he saw General Gates’s quarters. It was a small place, but cozy and comfortable-looking too. He could hear merry voices from inside. After a while, he stepped in.
A warm fire flickered in the fireplace, and candles added light to the illuminated space. The place was obviously a sharp contrast to the cold winter night outside. Various delegates from the Continental Congress and military generals were dining at the large table set in the middle of the room. They were dressed up elegantly, and some ladies were there, too. The officers and delegates looked quite pleased with themselves, no doubt about having Lafayette coming here for dinner. It also appeared that they have been waiting for a while.

Narration
Lafayette walked through the streets of York, Pennsylvania. When he arrived at Gates’s quarters, he stepped in and shut the door behind him. He cleared his throat, and the guests looked up at him.
“Welcome, marquis,” Conway greeted.
Lafayette nodded to him silently and looked around for somewhere to sit.
“Here,” Gates gestured to a seat next to him and drew it out.
Lafayette gave him a dignified “thank you” before he started eating boredly. The others continued whatever they were doing before his arrival, but with more excitement. After all, the party was thrown in the marquis’s honor. Gates and Conway, however, attempted to make small talk with him.
“I wish you luck on your invasion of Canada,” Conway said casually. Gates nodded in agreement.
“We shall see,” Lafayette replied curtly, taking a sip from his glass.
Gates obviously got the hint to leave, but apparently Conway didn’t.
“Yes! We shall be a powerful triangle of power, with no one daring to stand in our way!” he said excitedly, before Gates dragged him away.
When Lafayette finished his food, some more people talked with him. He attempted to sound annoyed so that they could go away, but it didn’t always seem to work. He was probably too… nice. Maybe he should work on being more unfriendly.
Soon, Gates and Conway started a round of toasts.
“First and foremost, a toast to our future hero of Canada, the Marquis de Lafayette!”
The next toasts were mostly about Congress and the war. But something felt wrong to Lafayette, and he soon realized what it was.
As Gates finished his toast to Henry Laurens, Lafayette stood up. “To the health of our commander-in-chief, who shall have my eternal loyalty… George Washington!”
He emptied the glass in one gulp and slammed it down. Gates and Conway exchanged concerned glances with everyone, then followed suit.
Hopefully I’ve showed them something, Lafayette thought, satisfied with what he had done. Some of the guests even seemed ashamed of what they’ve done.
And when will these idiots realize that he will never turn away from Washington? The general was as good as a father to him, and Lafayette loved him with all his heart.


Combined
Lafayette walked through the streets of York, Pennsylvania, the city where the Continental Congress was stationed. It was a cold night. In January, winter was still at its height; there was deep snow in many parts of the city. Few people were out at this time. The moon cast its silver glow on the empty streets and glittering snow. Stars twinkled overhead in the sky, clearly visible in the dark night. Lafayette could see puffs of his breath turning white. He could tell that he was shivering slightly, and he drew his thick cloak closer over his uniform.
Finally, he saw General Gates’s quarters. It was a small place, but cozy and comfortable-looking too. He could hear merry voices from inside. After a while, he stepped in and shut the door behind him.
A warm fire flickered in the fireplace, and candles added light to the illuminated space. The place was obviously a sharp contrast to the cold winter night outside. Various delegates from the Continental Congress and military generals were dining at the large table set in the middle of the room. They were dressed up elegantly, and some ladies were there, too. The officers and delegates looked quite pleased with themselves, no doubt about having Lafayette coming here for dinner. It also appeared that they have been waiting for a while.
When Lafayette cleared his throat, the guests looked up at him.
“Welcome, marquis,” Conway greeted. He was donning his usual uniform, like Lafayette. Something about him seemed suspicious to Lafayette, who nodded to him silently and looked around for somewhere to sit.
“Here,” Gates gestured to a seat next to him and drew it out.
Lafayette gave him a dignified “thank you” before he started eating boredly. The others continued whatever they were doing before his arrival, but with more excitement. After all, the party was thrown in the marquis’s honor. Gates and Conway, however, attempted to make small talk with him.
“I wish you luck on your invasion of Canada,” Conway said casually, sitting down on the chair next to him. Gates nodded in agreement.
“We shall see,” Lafayette replied curtly, taking a sip from his glass.
Gates obviously got the hint to leave, but apparently Conway didn’t.
“Yes! We shall be a powerful triangle of power, with no one daring to stand in our way!” he said excitedly, before Gates dragged him away.
When Lafayette finished his food, some more people talked with him. He attempted to sound annoyed so that they could go away, but it didn’t always seem to work. He was probably too… nice. Maybe he should work on being more unfriendly.
Soon, Gates and Conway started a round of toasts. Everyone looked somewhat even more excited by now. Lafayette just felt even more annoyed. He knew that he was going to be toasted first.
“First and foremost, a toast to our future hero of Canada, the Marquis de Lafayette!”
No surprise there.
The next toasts were mostly about Congress and the war. It was somewhat dull and repetitive too, and Lafayette was quickly starting to get bored. But something felt wrong to him, and he soon realized what it was. Nothing was mentioned about Washington.
As Gates finished his toast to Henry Laurens, Lafayette stood up. “To the health of our commander-in-chief, who shall have my eternal loyalty… George Washington!”
He emptied the glass in one gulp and slammed it down. Some of the guests gasped. Gates and Conway exchanged concerned glances with everyone, then followed suit.
Lafayette was quite satisfied with what he had done. Some of the guests even seemed ashamed of what they’ve done, and he certainly showed Gates and Conway something.
And when will these idiots realize that he will never turn away from Washington? The general was as good as a father to him, and Lafayette loved him with all his heart. And he will always do.

Weekly 3
Note: This was rushed, and is probably going to be very historically inaccurate and illogical. But I did try my best, and it's the first weekly I've ever actually done, so please bear with me

Part one-426 words
(Section 1 in the real text adventure)

The year is 1781. You are Oliver Geringer, the son of the influential Cahill leader Antonius Geringer. Antonius, and his brother Augustus (your uncle) are co-leaders of the Madrigal branch, a secret sect of the Cahill family that is trying to unite all five branches- the other four being Ekaterina, Janus, Lucian, and Tomas. They had been fighting for centuries, ever since their founding days.
Now that you’ve turned 16 a few days ago, your father had given you permission to participate in the upcoming battle in Yorktown, Virginia. Partly because Uncle Augustus talked him into ilt.
“Just stay safe if you do go,” Antonius had warned you earlier this evening, as your aunt Penelope was making dinner. Though you had felt annoyed, you felt sorry for your father too. He hasn’t been the same since your mother died, when you were eight years old. Antonius is a generally grumpy and cynical person, but he respects everyone and treat them fairly.
Fighting with the army is one choice. Alternatively, you can also help the Cahills instead. If you were going to join the army briefly, it would be to fight, but there are some Madrigal agents who will be reporting on the activity of other Cahills, and Vespers, the secret enemy of the Cahill family that only Madrigals know about. You can ask your father or uncle to have you help in some mission during the battle. It might be easier and safer than fighting, but you might not have the chance to see combat ever again, since this could be the last major battle of the war, and you know that Antonius and Augustus won’t let you enlist full-time as a soldier.
“Go to sleep, Ollie,” your uncle yawned as he set his book aside. You had been so absorbed in your thoughts you didn’t notice it was already late at night. Tomorrow you would be traveling with Antonius and Augustus from the New York estate to Yorktown, where you know they would be taking care of Cahill business.
“Tomorrow, tell us what you’re going to do,” Augustus said, as the two of you went upstairs. You went inside your room and fell fast asleep.
The next morning, after breakfast, you took a carriage with your father and uncle to the ports of New York City, where you know your uncle keeps a large sailboat. Your 19-year-old twin cousins, Amber and Theodore, watched enviously as you rode away, even though they didn’t particularly want to go.
“So, what did you decide?” Your father asked you, as you were boarding the sailboat.

Part two-310 words
(section 9 in the real text adventure)
You jump into the river, ignoring the cries of your father and companions behind you. The murky water fill your ears, and you could only hear the sounds of the river. You are a strong swimmer, and you quickly paddle towards the place you had seen Lafayette fall. Through your stinging eyes, you could see the marquis flailing in the water. You were at his side in a few seconds. Grabbing his arm, you swim towards the boat again with your free arm.
It was a long way, and Lafayette was hard to drag along, but you finally made it. Antonius grabbed your hand and pulled you back up. The boat tipped slightly, then straightened again. Gottfried started to pump water out of Lafayette’s lungs.
Your uncle gave you his cloak, and you wrapped it around yourself. “Thanks,” you said. It wasn’t really cold, but you still found the cloak warm and comforting.
All of you watched as Gottfried pressed against his chest again and again, until suddenly Lafayette coughed out water so violently that you backed away. He continued to cough for a few more moments, until he got most of the water out, and started gasping for breath.
“Are you alright?” Augustus asked. Lafayette nodded faintly, and turned to Gottfried. “Thank you, monsieur,” he whispered.
“Don’t thank me. Thank the young Geringer. He saved you.” The Hessian captain seemed to be smiling slightly.
“Thank you, mon ami,” Lafayette said appreciatively.
“It was very brave of you,” Antonius commented. Though it doesn’t seem like much, you knew he meant it with all his heart, and the complement warmed your heart.
“I agree,” Augustus nodded. “You did a great job.”
“Yeah! And I never knew you could swim like that!” James exclaimed. Wilhelm and Gottfried nodded in approval.
You thanked all of them, feeling proud, but at the same time a bit embarrassed.
“So, what happened?” Augustus asked Lafayette.

Planning
(sorry it's so messy)


Part three-3,794 words (excluding parts 1 and 9)
1. (Start here)
The year is 1781. You are Oliver Geringer, the son of the influential Cahill leader Antonius Geringer. Antonius, and his brother Augustus (your uncle) are co-leaders of the Madrigal branch, a secret sect of the Cahill family that is trying to unite all five branches- the other four being Ekaterina, Janus, Lucian, and Tomas. They had been fighting for centuries, ever since their founding days.
Now that you’ve turned 16 a few days ago, your father had given you permission to participate in the upcoming battle in Yorktown, Virginia. Partly because Uncle Augustus talked him into ilt.
“Just stay safe if you do go,” Antonius had warned you earlier this evening, as your aunt Penelope was making dinner. Though you had felt annoyed, you felt sorry for your father too. He hasn’t been the same since your mother died, when you were eight years old. Antonius is a generally grumpy and cynical person, but he respects everyone and treat them fairly.
Fighting with the army is one choice. Alternatively, you can also help the Cahills instead. If you were going to join the army briefly, it would be to fight, but there are some Madrigal agents who will be reporting on the activity of other Cahills, and Vespers, the secret enemy of the Cahill family that only Madrigals know about. You can ask your father or uncle to have you help in some mission during the battle. It might be easier and safer than fighting, but you might not have the chance to see combat ever again, since this could be the last major battle of the war, and you know that Antonius and Augustus won’t let you enlist full-time as a soldier.
“Go to sleep, Ollie,” your uncle yawned as he set his book aside. You had been so absorbed in your thoughts you didn’t notice it was already late at night. Tomorrow you would be traveling with Antonius and Augustus from the New York estate to Yorktown, where you know they would be taking care of Cahill business.
“Tomorrow, tell us what you’re going to do,” Augustus said, as the two of you went upstairs. You went inside your room and fell fast asleep.
The next morning, after breakfast, you took a carriage with your father and uncle to the ports of New York City, where you know your uncle keeps a large sailboat. Your 19-year-old twin cousins, Amber and Theodore, watched enviously as you rode away, even though they didn’t particularly want to go.
“So, what did you decide?” your father asked you, as you were boarding the sailboat.

If you decide to help the Madrigals, go to section 2
If you decide to enlist and fight at Yorktown, go to section 3

2.
Antonius nodded in relief. Augustus looked a bit ticked off, but didn’t say anything.
After you board, Antonius lead you belowdecks to the office. You sit across from him as he draws out some papers from his bag.
“So, what mission do I have to do?” you asked him. Your father did not reply immediately, but kept looking through the papers for a few moments.
“Well, they’re not exactly missions, but still important,” he began. “The Madrigals are basically monitoring everything. We have several agents in the army. The future Cahills are also with Washington there.”
The term “future Cahills” is pretty self-explanatory. They came from the future–with the startling fact that the Geringers (including you) didn’t exist in their world. They were all a few years older than you, and the last time you had seen them was about a year ago, when they came to visit. You remember Washington vaguely from a meeting he held with Antonius and Augustus at the beginning of the war. A few of Washington’s aides and generals were also affiliated with the Madrigals, Colonel Hamilton and General Lafayette among them.
“So you could go stay with them there. But me and Augustus are going to scout things out ourselves, with some other top agents. You could come with us, if you’d like.” He sounded hopeful on the last line. “It’ll be more interesting than sitting around in a camp. But if you would like to see everyone again, you could go with them.”

If you would like to go with the Cahills at Washington’s camp, go to section 4.
If you would like to go with your father and uncle, go to section 5.

3.
Antonius nodded. “Very well,” he replied.
“I’ll help you with enlisting later.” Augustus offered. He was going to stay on deck to operate the sailboat. Meanwhile, you and Antonius went belowdecks.
“Good luck in the battle,” your father told you solemnly.
You nodded. “I’ll try to stay alive,” you promised, only half-joking. Antonius nodded, the faintest trace of a smile on his face.
Two days later, you arrived at Yorktown. Augustus found a place for all of you to stay at, and, as he promised, somehow enlisted you in the battle.
“We Cahills have our powers,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes.
Soon, in mid-September, you were able to get to the army. Antonius brought you to camp.
“So I’m just going to go in, and fight?” you asked. You felt a bit nervous about how everyone will receive you.
“Pretty much. Try not to show off or draw too much attention to yourself. Do what you need to do, and that’s it.”
That felt like pretty vague advice. But you said goodbye to your father, who waved back worriedly.
You do alright at the camp. No one really noticed you, and you were able to pass off as a trained soldier pretty well. But that soon changed in a few days.
“Oliver? What are you doing here?” It was Dan Cahill, who spotted you after drilling one day. He wasn’t a soldier, but he was staying with Washington with his sister Amy and their friends.
“Uh, didn’t Father tell you?” you asked nervously. Dan was 3 years than you, and he was a Madrigal from the future. You didn’t believe it at first. But he, his sister, and their friends soon proved it in many different ways.
“No, Antonius didn’t tell us anything.” he said concernedly. “Does Washington know you’re here?” Then his eyes widened.
“As a matter of fact, I don’t,” a voice from behind you spoke up. You turned, and there he was. General George Washington. Commander-in-chief of the whole army.
“Antonius’s son? Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. Again.” You can’t believe this, but Washington shook your hand. You shook back hesitantly. You had meet him before, but you were just 10 years old, and you couldn’t remember him really much. But you still remembered he was majestic, and slightly intimidating. And it hasn’t changed.
“Well, welcome. I’ll take care of this. And write to your father and uncle. They’re here in Yorktown, I presume?”
“Yes,” you squeaked. Washington nodded, and departed.
“Wow. I’m still so surprised you’re a soldier!” Dan exclaimed. You shrugged.
Washington somehow got the address, and a day later you got letters from everyone in your family. Antonius’s and Penelop’s of luck, Augustus’s of advice, and your cousins’ of gossip and random information. Your days as a soldier go smoothly. There was no battle, but only preparation for the siege. And soon, it began.
Washington fired the first shot. And then, for days on end, there were more and more firing at the British and Hessian encampment.
You took a shot at firing the cannons. No pun intended. But it was not much excitement.
Soon, there was an attack planned on two key positions, Redoubt 9 and Redoubt 10. They were going to be led by the Marquis de Lafayette and Alexander Hamilton, both involved with the Madrigals. You could possibly ask Antonius or Augustus to get you to join the attack on one of them. Or you could just wait safely inside the camp, where your other fellow Madrigals were.

If you plan to go with the Redoubt 9 attack, go to section 6.
If you plan to go with the Redoubt 10 attack, go to section 7.
If you plan to do neither, go to section 8.

4.
You arrived at Washington’s camp. Everyone- that is to say, the future Cahills and some officers- obviously knew you were coming.
“Hey, Oliver!” Dan Cahill greeted you as you went to headquarters. You nodded to him. Dan’s sister Amy was standing inside, staring intently at a map with the Marquis de Lafayette pointing and explaining. You noticed how they were subtly leaning towards each other, and how Lafayette’s free hand was on Amy’s. In another room, you can see the Comte de Rochambeau and the Admiral de Grasse planning with some of the American generals.
“Well, if it isn’t the young Geringer!” General Washington said, coming out of the planning room. “Antonius told me you were coming.”
“T-thank you, sir,” you stammered, slightly intimidated by the large man. Washington beckoned you inside a room upstairs.
“So, you are here to do Cahill business?”
You nodded hesitantly. “I’m not sure exactly what I have to do, though.”
“That’s fine. You can just help us watch for suspicious activity in the camp. And sort correspondence from our double agents.”
You nodded again. You knew that Washington was a Tomas by birth, but is helping the Madrigals. So are some other important Cahill figures, like Benjamin Franklin.
Antonius was right about something, though. The tasks didn’t sound very interesting. But it would be good to be with your friends and meet new people here.
The days passed by quickly. The other Cahills would help you with your chores, and you would get to talk to them. Lafayette and Amy seems to stick around and just chat a lot in particular. Later, the siege started, and French and American troops captured the redoubts, leading Cornwallis to surrender.
“Well, good job helping us here.” Washington praised, as you were packing your bags. Hamilton, the Ekat-Madrigal double agent, nodded. You had grown to admire him during your stay, and you were a bit sad that you were going to leave.
“We’ll see you around,” Ian Kabra told you. He actually seems to like you a lot more than he does with the other Cahills.
“Yeah, I’m sure that we’ll see you again soon,” Dan spoke up.
You thanked all of them. Someone tapped on your shoulder, and you turned to see Augustus.
“Let’s go, Ollie. Bye, y’all” he said benignly.
You waved at everyone as you and Augustus went away. It was certainly great to stay in the camp with your friends, and you can’t wait to see them again.
~End~

5.
“Great!” your father said happily. You could tell that he’s glad to have company during his missions. “Well, we’ll get ready. There’s a lot to do at Yorktown.”
After a few days, you arrive. Augustus found a place to stay at, and you settled in.
“So, this is what we’re going to do. Mostly, we’ll take care of our paperwork. You can just do whatever you want,” Antonius told you the night you arrived.
“Some days we’ll just scout near the Chesapeake Bay. Or Washington’s camp. We’ll go there to check with our agents and Washington himself. He’s on the Madrigals’ side, don’t worry.”
You nod. It sounded quite interesting. “So I could do anything I want? When we don’t have to scout and stuff?”
“Basically,” Augustus answered. “Some of our Hessian agents are going to be on the opposite side and report to us. Do you remember Wilhelm? He and his uncle are with Cornwallis on the other side, and they’re going to report on the statuses of the Cahill and Vesper generals there. And you can talk with the owners of this house, too. They’re Madrigals.”
“We really have a lot of agents scattered everywhere.” Antonius said in satisfaction.
The next day, your scouting work began. It really was very interesting, and you were able to meet many Madrigal agents. The small cottage you were staying in was owned by the pleasant Warrens family. You made friends with their son, James. He was about your age, and he often joined you, Antonius, and Augustus for scouting.
One day, in early September, you were rowing out with Antonius, Augustus, James, Wilhelm Hiltz, and his uncle Gottfried Hiltz. The French fleet lead by Admiral de Grasse could be clearly seen.
“Who are they?” Wilhelm asked in fluent English, pointing at two figures fighting on the deck of one of the ships.
Antonius pulled out his spyglass, while Augustus rowed towards the ship for a closer look. “Oh…” your father trailed off. “Row faster!” he ordered Augustus.
“What is it?” James asked nervously. Then you could see it. A man in the uniform of the French Navy fighting against one in the uniform of the Continental army.
“Get closer!” Antonius hissed. Augustus sighed in annoyance, but followed his orders.
Finally, you could see the face of the second soldier- or, to be more precise, general. You recognize him from his visit a year ago, with the Cahills.
“Lafayette?” you and Augustus exclaimed in unison.
“The French marquis?” Gottfried spoke up for the first time. His accent was more pronounced than his nephew’s, but his English was still decent.
James opened his mouth to reply, but it turned into a gasp as you saw Lafayette being knocked down into the sea by the French sailor.
“I’m sure that sailor’s working against us!” Antonius erupted furiously. “An imposter sent to kill Lafayette!”
He stood up and was about to jump into the water. Quickly, you thought about the choices you have. You could just let Antonius save Lafayette. He’s obviously more experienced than you are, and he could get mad at you if you went to save Lafayette yourself. But everyone would be proud of you. Lafayette himself would certainly be thankful.

If you decide to save Lafayette yourself, go to section 9.
If you decide you let Antonius save Lafayette, go to section 10.

6.
You decide to go with the Redoubt 9 attack. It would be great to meet and fight with the legendary Marquis de Lafayette. Also, you technically have French blood (your mother and Antonius’s mother were both French), so it would be justified if you joined him.
Lafayette led the charge on Redoubt 9 at the same time Hamilton attacked Redoubt 10.
“Remember Fort Griswold!” the marquis shouted, as the soldiers all rushed into battle.
You fight well for a while, but then got knocked down. Someone dragged you back up, and you couldn’t believe who it was.
“Oliver? How-”
“Thanks, Laf,” you told Lafayette gratefully. You haven’t seen him since he visited your family a year ago. He looks slightly annoyed and confused about how you could possibly be here, but turned back to the battle.
Soon, the British retreated. One of the soldiers let out a whoop of joy, and others joined in the cheer.
You saw Lafayette standing, surveying the celebrating soldiers with pride. He didn’t notice you observing him. You could go and explain to him why and how you were here. Besides, it would simply be nice to talk with him.

If you decide to talk to Lafayette, go to section 11.
If you decide not to talk to Lafayette, go to section 12.

7.
You decided to attack Redoubt 10, with Alexander Hamilton. That’s what all the American soldiers are doing, right? You might as well follow.
During the night, Hamilton led bayonet charges on the British positions. You were skilled with close-range fighting, having been taught by Augustus. Aside from a few cuts and bruises, you come out of the battle quite well. You did feel traumatized from stepping on a dead redcoat during the battle. You’re just not the type to really embrace war and violence.
At Redoubt 10, after the British had retreated, you see Hamilton talking to Nicholas Fish, his second-in-command. After a short exchange, Fish saluted and departed. This is your chance! You could talk to Hamilton right now. He was a double agent for the Madrigals, and you can ask him about the Ekat situation. But you were tired from the long battle, and you can definitely talk to Hamilton in the future, after the battle, since he was an agent after all.

If you decide to talk to Hamilton, go to section 13.
If you decide not to talk to Hamilton, go to section 14.

8.
You decide not to risk your life attacking either of the redoubts. Others could take care of that. You could just stay behind and man the cannons. You were kind of tired of them, though.
After a few weeks, the siege was over. Cornwallis surrendered, and Lafayette’s band played Yankee Doodle to annoy the British. It was still interesting watching from the sidelines. Though you didn’t have a direct part in battle, nor really earn glory, just sitting back and operating cannons was enough for you.

~end~

9.
You jump into the river, ignoring the cries of your father and companions behind you. The murky water fill your ears, and you could only hear the sounds of the river. You are a strong swimmer, and you quickly paddle towards the place you had seen Lafayette fall. Through your stinging eyes, you could see the marquis flailing in the water. You were at his side in a few seconds. Grabbing his arm, you swim towards the boat again with your free arm.
It was a long way, and Lafayette was hard to drag along, but you finally made it. Antonius grabbed your hand and pulled you back up. The boat tipped slightly, then straightened again. Gottfried started to pump water out of Lafayette’s lungs.
Your uncle gave you his cloak, and you wrapped it around yourself. “Thanks,” you said. It wasn’t really cold, but you still found the cloak warm and comforting.
All of you watched as Gottfried pressed against his chest again and again, until suddenly Lafayette coughed out water so violently that you backed away. He continued to cough for a few more moments, until he got most of the water out, and started gasping for breath.
“Are you alright?” Augustus asked. Lafayette nodded faintly, and turned to Gottfried. “Thank you, monsieur,” he whispered.
“Don’t thank me. Thank the young Geringer. He saved you.” The Hessian captain seemed to be smiling slightly.
“Thank you, mon ami,” Lafayette said appreciatively.
“It was very brave of you,” Antonius commented. Though it doesn’t seem like much, you knew he meant it with all his heart, and the complement warmed your heart.
“I agree,” Augustus nodded. “You did a great job.”
“Yeah! And I never knew you could swim like that!” James exclaimed. Wilhelm and Gottfried nodded in approval.
You thanked all of them, feeling proud, but at the same time a bit embarrassed.
“So, what happened?” Augustus asked Lafayette.

Go to section 15

10.
Antonius dived into the water, swimming expertly towards the general. He quickly caught Lafayette’s arm, and swam back, dragging him behind him. Augustus hurriedly pulled them onto the boat.
Gottfried started rapidly pumping on Lafayette’s chest, while you and James watched anxiously. Finally, after a while, Lafayette started coughing out water.
After a few while he stopped, with most of the water out of him. He turned to Antonius as soon as he got back his breath.
“Thank you, sir. I could’ve drowned there,” he gasped.
Antonius nodded his head. “Much obliged.”
You felt proud of your father for doing such a feat. Apparently Augustus thought so, too. “I thought you hated water,” he remarked. Antonius waved his comment away.
“What happened?” Wilhelm asked Lafayette.

Go to section 15

11.
You approached Lafayette as the crowd of soldiers drifted away. He notices you and gestures for you to come, which you did.
“You’ve got to explain why you’re here,” he told you sternly as the few people left went their way.
“Of course,” you replied.
You and Lafayette sat down on a bench and you started explaining to him.
“Antonius allowed me to fight, and Augustus helped me enlist. And that’s pretty much all to it,” you shrugged.
Lafayette nodded. “That’s great. How have you been enjoying it so far?”
“Not really,” you admitted.
“Well, that’s perfectly fine. You just have to be a good agent. Like Amy and the others.” He sounded a bit dreamy on the last line, and you looked up towards him quizzically.
“It’s… nothing.” he sighed.
“Is it something about Amy?”
“Well- no, uh…” Lafayette stammered.
“Really?” You were sure that he was lying.
“Fine.” Laf threw up his hands in defeat. “We had a quarrel. A few weeks ago. And it happened with General Washington too,” he said sadly. “Now they both hate me.”
“I’m sure they don’t. At least not permanently.” You kind of regret getting involved in this now. “It’s just that… they want the best for you.” Hopefully you did that right.
Lafayette nodded. “I guess. They’re still a bit cold towards me, though. Well, nice job. I’ll be sure to mention your performance to General Washington.” he continued. “Though I’m not sure if he’ll listen,” he added sadly.
“Thanks,” you said. “And good luck with everything.”
Lafayette gave you a faint smile, then left.
After a few weeks, the news of Cornwallis’s surrender came. You went back home to New York soon afterwards, with Antonius and Augustus. Sure enough, they got a letter from Washington praising your great work. It was definitely a very interesting experience fighting at Yorktown!

~end~

12.
You decided not to talk to Lafayette for now. You were exhausted, and you have plenty of opportunities in the future. When the British surrendered, you headed back home with Antonius and Augustus, feeling proud of what you have done at Yorktown

~end~

13.
You walked towards Hamilton. He didn’t notice you until you almost reached him.
“Colonel Hamilton?” you asked.
“Ahh, Oliver!” he greeted you jovially. He probably likes you a lot, because you were kind of like him: quiet and self-possessed. You like him for that, too.
“I didn’t know you were here,” he commented.
“Well, Antonius let me fight,” you told him.
“You must had done very well, then. I hope that this battle brought us glory in combat,” he remarked. “I did manage to secure command of this attack, from one of Lafayette’s aides.
“Really?”
“Yes, that’s true,” he confirmed.
Hamilton paused for a moment. “Can you carry some information to your father and uncle for me?” You nodded earnestly.
“Of course! I promise I’ll keep it safe.”
He chuckled at your eagerness. “Tell them that the Ekats are rebellious. Symsburg’s trying his best, and it’s not his fault, but they’re still upset over all of the Conway mess. And they hate Washington. I could give Antonius and Augustus more specific information later, but this is urgent.”
Obviously. You know that Kurt Symsburg is the leader of the Ekats, and Thomas Conway was the one who tried to work with Horatio Gates to overthrow Washington, a Tomas. The Tomas and Ekaterina branches had always hated each other. No surprise there. Even Hamilton doesn’t seem all that friendly to his general.
“Alright. I’ll take it to them.”
Hamilton nodded approvingly. “I’ll see you around, then.”
After the battle was won, you took the message to Antonius and Augustus.
“Good job,” Antonius told you.
“Yes, this was as good as fighting, if not better.” Augustus agreed.
You were glad that you could both help the Madrigals and the war at the same time. Hopefully you will have an opportunity like that again in the future

~end~

14.
There is no need to talk with Hamilton for now. You could always do it in the future, when you need to. As you watched, the colonel strode away in the darkness.
Soon, the siege was over, and the British surrendered. You went back home with Antonius and Augustus, feeling proud of what you have done for your country in the battle.

~end~

15.
Lafayette began his story.
“I received a note from Rochambeau to meet him and de Grasse on one of the ships-”
“Probably a forged note.” Antonius interrupted.
“I guess. Washington thought it was suspicious” Lafayette replied somberly. “So I came, even though he didn’t really want me to.”
“Why, though?” James asked curiously.
“I just thought I should,” Laf replied crossly, though you were sure there was more to that.
“And then, there’s this sailor who dragged me to the bow and started beating me up.” he continued. “Though he probably wasn’t a sailor, and was hired by some enemy of ours. Then you saw what happened.”
“I couldn’t believe you made a mistake like that.” Gottfried said critically. “Though I suppose it would do no good to complain, oui?”
Lafayette looked up. “Oui, Monsieur Hiltz.”
You were sure that the Hiltzes knew French, like Antonius, Augustus, and you did. But you guess that they were trying to be polite, since you knew that James was horrible at languages.
“Well, we’re almost at the camp now. And we’ll take you to Washington.” Augustus told Lafayette, who reddened slightly.
“Alright,” he mumbled. Maybe he was nervous about how the commander will react. You would be, too, if you were in his position.
Soon, you reached Washington’s camp. Good thing the Hiltzes weren’t wearing their Hessian uniforms. Washington himself was waiting impatiently at the shore, and he rushed forward when he saw Lafayette.
“Rochambeau told me that he sent no note. What happened?” he demanded.
Lafayette desperately looked around at all of you for help. “He got attacked.” James offered helpfully.
“Pretty much. And we rescued him.” Augustus put in.
Just then, you saw Amy and Dan Cahill running towards you, followed by two of their friends, Jake Rosenbloom and Ian Kabra.
“Gilbert!” Amy skidded to a stop in front of Lafayette, who stared at the ground. She glanced at him in concern, but then she stiffened and turned away, as if she suddenly remembered something.
“Oh- um, hello everyone,” she said awkwardly to all of you.
“Hello, Amy,” Wilhelm said gracefully.
You nodded to her as well. “This is James. James Warren. And James, this is Amy Cahill.” you told them.
“Don’t ignore my advice next time,” Washington said in a hard voice to Lafayette. The marquis looked on the brink of tears for some reason.
“Maybe you’re being too harsh on him,” Augustus said diplomatically, apparently knowing as much about the situation as you do.
Washington glared at him, then turned away. “General, please-”
But Lafayette already stalked away.
“What happened?” you asked Amy.
“Nothing,” she snapped back. You frowned at her. She was usually a lot friendlier to you than this. You shrugged at Augustus, who looked mystified.
“Well, we better go.” Antonius said to Washington, who nodded.
“Good luck on your missions,” he whispered. “And thank you for saving Lafayette,” he added in a louder voice.
As you rowed away on the boat with your original group in tow, Antonius spoke up.
“I think there’s some sort of conflict between Lafayette, Amy, and Washington. Maybe it’s because of them…”
“Breaking up?” James asked.
“For a lack of a more sophisticated word, yes.”
Whatever the cause of the conflict was, it was certainly an eventful day. You fell asleep almost as soon as you got home.
As the siege flew by, you saw more of the future Cahills and the Madrigals through scouting. Soon, the British surrendered. You watched all of the excitement with Antonius and Augustus from afar. While you didn’t help in the army, working for your branch was very exciting, and the whole world could benefit from that as well

~end~

7/25 Main cabin daily
Character Holly belongs to @zparkly

Holly checked her hair in the mirror. It was her normal shoulder-length style, and slightly curled at the end. So far so good. She checked all her equipment as well. Grappling hook, baton, and walkie-talkie. All well-maintained. She was ready.
Holly grabbed a black cloak and stalked out into the New York City night. Cloaks were cliche and old-fashioned, she knew, but good camouflage nonetheless. Plus they were warm.
“Holly. Almost done yet?” Her cousin Tessy’s voice sounded in the talkie, slightly staticed. Holly scowled. She would have to have better communication methods soon. But phones were easy to trace.
“No. Not yet.” she told Tessy. Tessy’s real name was Theresa, but the feisty teenager found it boring and dull. So it was Tessy.
“Can you please hurry up?” Tessy asked in annoyance. She was 16, 2 years younger than Holly, and she was known to be impatient and stubborn. But she was a good partner, and Holly couldn’t just blame her personality.
“I’ll try,” Holly promised. Soon, she was at the building. Perfect. She swung the grappling hook onto the windowsill, knocking over a pot of flowers in the process. Holly groaned. The sound of it shattering would’ve woken everyone up by now. She quickly considered her choices, and decided to just go up as planned.
Sure enough, she saw her other partner’s annoyed face at her. “Seriously? Just to scare me, you broke my flowerpot with a grappling hook?” Lucas hissed.
Holly shrugged. “Come on! It’s just flowers!” she teased, while Lucas huffed angrily.
“I care about my flowers. Anyways, what do you want?”
“Help me get the map for Tessy.”
Lucas frowned. “Why is she bossing you around? You’re older, aren’t you?”
Holly ignored him. “Just help me. Or I’ll go myself.”
“Alright, then. Where to?”
In response, Holly grappled back down and motioned him to follow.
Soon, they were at headquarters. “Do we have to do this? Betraying your branch again?” Lucas asked nervously.
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be with you.” Holly said shortly. “If you want to help with the revival, then do me a favor by shutting up.”
Lucas obeyed.
Grabbing her baton, Holly stepped inside. Lucas followed grumpily.
Two hours later, Lucas was sporting a bruise, and Holly’s cloak was torn. But they were out with the map.
“I’ll deliver this to Tessy. Bye.” Holly told him.
Lucas waved back, and headed home.
Holly turned and went to Tessy’s apartment. Tessy’s parents were out and leaving her alone, as usual.
“Thank you,” Tessy said gratefully as she took the map. “Stay at my place for a night. My parents shouldn’t mind. If they did, too bad.”
The NYC city lights twinkled above Holly as she closed her curtains. She better rest now. Tomorrow will bring more work to do.

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7/25 Main cabin daily
Holly checked her hair in the mirror…

THIS IS SO GOOD

zparkly wrote:

Sandy-Dunes wrote:

7/25 Main cabin daily
Holly checked her hair in the mirror…

THIS IS SO GOOD

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