Wow! Have you guys looked outside today? It is gorgeous out!!! The flowers a blooming, the trees are waking up, the grass is a beautiful shade of magenta! ...Wait, that's not right. Wonder how THAT happened.... Oh well! It still looks super pretty!!!

So, the little box of soul fusing is totally working! Pacifica is feeling more and more anchored in my head, and I'm coughing up blood less and less! So far it's not perfect, but it's adequate. And I love adequacy!!!!!! :D Pacifica is getting stronger, she may even wake up soon! I'll leave her a note not to move the special little box of souls! DARCC said that even one night away from it will undo all the work it's done. And make us EXPLODE. I think they were lying about that, but their my besties so I'll take their word for it! DARCC keeps stopping by and keeping tabs on how this "experiment" is going. They are keeping all sorts of data on our progress! Pacifica and I must be the first students to do this! How exciting!!!

In other news, going back to my classes has been so much fun! I missed seeing all my teachers and classroom besties! I gave my Cow Speaking class a nice little speech on how much I missed them (all in cow of course) followed by a comedy routine consisting of only puns! (Those were in English, puns don't translate well) Everybody loved it, they wouldn't stop staring at me and looking confused!!!!! It's nice to have everything back to normal at my beloved Psyhigh. Except for Jessica still being in a coma. I miss her kitty doodles. I think I'll go visit her today! That'll be fun! Oh, @ Scilph and @Morris, we should go to the Matching by Mattie after I visit! It'll be great bonding!!!!!!!! See you two at two! LOL!!!

--Atlantica

GREAT NEWS EVERYBODY!!!!!! I'm back in my cozy little dorm, with my totally amazing and somewhat confused roomie, and a cake baking in the oven! Life is just wonderful!!! Oh, yeah, so I went to that DARCC meeting last night, and all my clubbie friends were there! Except Casper... but maybe he was there. It was hard to tell because he's was a lot more see through this time around! Anyways, after I gave everybody hugs and passed out some juice boxes (I love juice boxes, they're SO CUTE!!!!) Glare started talking. She tried to explain to me more about the nice little boxy thing, but I couldn't understand any of it! :( The main gist of it though was that if I slept with the box next to my bed for a few nights, it would slowly take Pacifica and my souls and meld them into one! Isn't that great?!?!?! Okay... there is the issue of losing our identities to become one person and the possibility of going insane during the process, but I'd rather be half of my sister than without her! This is all for Pacifica. It's the only way. Besides, now we won't have to take turns with the body! And people won't get confused by who is in control, it will always be both of us! Maybe we could even get a boyfriend! I had one in 5th grade, but he gave me a surprise hug when it was actually Pacifica and socked him in the jaw! He lost a tooth and talked with a lisp for the rest of the school year!! Yeah, no guy has been interested in either of us since.... But that's going to change! In about three nights, this will all be over. It will be like if we had been born one person! Won't that be great?!? ...Won't it?

Oh, my cake is done baking! Now I can share it with some of my besties; my roomie, the janitor, Tulka from Admissions, and Itchy! Talk about a PAR-TAY!

--Atlantica

Atlantica slowly awakened in the dark cover of night. She could hear Morris mummering into his journal and Scilph moving around in the other rooms. She was scared, Atlantica had been knocked out in a library and suddenly woken in her friend's dorm. It was not easy to adjust to Pacifica's new habit of wandering into bad situations. Especially when Atlantica was waking up in them completely oblivious to the situation.

Judging by the medical supplies surrounding Atlantica, the body had taken damage. However, some professionals must have come by to heal them, and by the feel of things the mending of injuries was going very well. Better yet, time was not stopped in Dorm 667. Atlantica jumped off the bed and did a happy dance. She just KNEW Pacifica would save the day! Atlantica then face planted onto the wood floor, as the body was still a bit weak and unprepared for spontaneous happy dances. As she lay on the ground amongst splinters and dents from yesterday's destruction, a cat stalked timidly by. Atlantica, an avid cat lover, beamed and waved at the white cat and tried to reach out and pet it. The poor thing cowered and ran off. Not bestie material. It did remind Atlantica that now was not a time for bestie bonding and happy dances though. It was Tuesday night. DARCC was meeting soon. And they were her only hope for saving her sister. There was no time to lose. Atlantica glanced at the medical charts by the bed. She grimaced, realizing how little time the grumpy twin had left to be grumpy and alive. Atlantica turned quickly from the couch and headed for the exit of Dorm 667, and suddenly noticed a transparent-ish figue watching her quizzically from across the room. He must have had a hand in saving Pacifica. She rushed at Morris, hugged him, and whispered things like "thank you", "your my best bestie", and promises of more cupcakes. He looked a bit jarred, and uncomfortable. Atlantica thought her probably didn't like her. So she smiled and told him Pacifica says thanks too, then rushed out the door. Atlantica bit back a laugh as she ran. There was the irony of her grumpy sister being better liked by someone (that NEVER happens! How great is it that Pacifica's actually making friends?!?!) and the bitter fact that Pacifica couldn't enjoy this social victory over Atlantica. Pacifica's soul was slowly splitting from their brain as Atlantica raced through halls and into the moonlight bathed lawn outside. If DARCC's special box couldn't fix Pacifica in place... well Atlantica was going to be an only child soon.

I've been trapped in Dorm 667 for about a day now. I think. It's hard to tell what time it is in a timeless room though. I'm running low on stale cupcakes and blood. Jessica's condition is deteriorating due to lack of medical attention (I don't know how that's even possible right now), but Scilph and the crazy cats are alright I think. I was a fool to think I could be the one to save everybody. I let Atlantica's enthusiasm get to me. Not even a carpet of four leaf clovers can change my purpose in life, to spread bad luck. The broken ritual mocks me. The problem is just out of my reach. Before I wouldn't fix it because the hostile patrolling cats might have seen me, but now my body is too injured and tired to move about properly. The exhaustion is getting to me. I'm terrified to sleep though, because I don't know if I'll ever wake up again. This maybe the last time Pacifica is in control, tomorrow the uninterrupted reign of Atlantica may begin. How depressing. Atlantica was the fool for enrolling us in this dangerous Psyhigh, but I was a fool to think I could save anybody. I can't even save myself. Grrr, I wish I would stop crying. I'm already thirsty, I don't need to make matters worse. The situation seems hopeless. It's a miracle I was able to edge close enough to a wall-plug and charge this laptop without passing out or being spotted by the poor, terrified cats. Nobody has answered my pleas. I wish somebody would save us. I'm so desperate, I'm hallucinating. I keep thinking I see a boy out of the corner of my eye, but when I turn my head no one is there. Now that I think about it, little things in the room keep shifting. Jessica's blanket folds. The window curtains flutter. Scilph's eyes glare at random things in the room. One of my cupcakes goes missing. Could this be the ghostly Morris? Maybe he ran out of that special potion that makes him audible/visible. I will try to contact him if he is here, and tell him how to fix and complete the ritual. Hey, worst case scenario: I'm just yelling in an empty room, and the cats come to silence me. At this point though, I may welcome the attack. After I inform the possibly non-existent ghost living in the room outside of time with dangerous girls trapped under rubble and guard cats, I think I'm going to sleep. I'm done fighting. More bad luck keeps trickling into this room the longer I'm here. I just can't take anymore. Tell my parents I love them. Tell Atlantica it's not her fault. Tell the owner of the cats that they should really be declawed.

I'm sorry everyone. I give up.

--Pacifica

Thank goodness this stupid thing charged. Jessica is radiating some faint energy from whatever is going on inside, and some bad luck (oops) caused it to hit me. I'm injured from it of course, but I'm already a total wreck. What does one more scratch mean to me? Anyways, the dumb laptop charged. It only has 3%, so I'll be breif. The ritual was interrupted. Those foolish, foolish cats attacked me and knocked a key part of the Time Re-Start out of the Circle of Space. They're probably trying to keep their owners safe, but now we're all stuck. I've stopped bleeding for now, but I've already lost so much blood coughing that I'm in no shape to move about. I don't know how much time has passed, the sunlight doesn't move in here. All I know is that it has been agony. Luckily, my sister's smiley face cupcakes (very much stale) are within reach. So that was nice. Ugh, I should've known there would be cats here. It's always the cats. I've tried to befriend the white one that checks on the other girls periodically, but it just hisses at me. If anybody is reading this, please come to Dorm 667! I know our finals are soon, and I kniw it's even a long shot anybody will read this, but please please help. Do it for the cats, they're looking skeletal. They need food and hugs. *coughs up blood* How much longer do I have? Why hasn't anybody come to help? Where is the Time Team when you need them? What happened to Morris? We need Mor-- [WARNING: Laptop disconnected from power source, uploading post and shutting down]

It took a while, and I had to ask for directions thee times, but I finally have found dorm 667. I know it's the right room because the door was blasted off its hinges. However, half way through the blast the door got frozen in space time. It's just hovering here, about a foot off the floor, poised to slam against the opposite wall but never ready to finish its jump. This sight has unnerved me, so I'll be keeping accounts of what is going on in dorm 667. This way, if something happens to me, others will at least have SOME insight.

The main room has obviously been rocked by the same explosion the door had been. There's a bookcase smashed into the soft pine floor, and broken glass from who knows what. The window is still intact, so it isn't the source of the glass. ...Looking closer at the window, I've discovered that the ray of sunlight coming through is the entirely wrong angle. The sun right now is just starting to set on the other side of the school, looking out the window I see only darkness. This time freezing phenomenon is very strange. The light angle indicates that whatever happened here, it happened around eight in the morning. Nothing else to really note in this room. Pictures are askew, dust particles are frozen in the air, and there are some chic flicks stacked on the coffee table. I recognize Atlantica's favorite, "Catch That Cutie!" She must have been here, trying to spread joy and smiles and whatever. Judging by the thin layer of dust on the cover, my sister's mission failed.

Moving on into Scilph's room, there is a lot of damage. It's hard for me to see in here. There are a bunch of ceiling beams crashed into the room, obstructing view and movement. I think I see a form on the bed by the far wall. Oh my gosh. It's Jessica. She looks so... small. And tortured. Whatever is going on in that girl's mind, it's a battle. Makes me appreciate that I have an ally for mental fights. Well... I did....

After much struggling, I've made it into the bedroom. I found Scilph. She is caught under a lot of rubble. I tried to move it, but the frozen space time refuses to yeild to even the slightest shift! Scilph's eyes keep staring at the bed. I told her that Jessica is safe, and even though Scliph is frozen I can see her relax. I told her to try and get some rest while I set up the anti-freeze ritual. I read all about it in the Self Aware Library, hopefully it will work. If it does, I'll need to move Scilph fast. I'm worried that she is badly injured by a beam. The only thing keeping her from bleeding out is that time is stopped. Be right back, setting up the ritual.

The ritual has begun. There's only a 40% chance that this will work, but I have got to try something. If this fails, I'll contact the Time Team and ask for assistance. Until then I'll prepare food and medical attention to give to the girls as soon as time resumes. Scilph keeps watching me from her frozen position on the ground, and I don't know if she is glad or furious I'm here. If the ritual works, I'll know in the morning.

I just had another coughing blood fit, and it woke up something in the attic bedroom. Maybe it's Morris! Hopefully he can-- wait, cats? How did you get up there? Wait, stay there! Stop! What the--

[WARNING: Laptop disconnected from power source, uploading post and shutting down]

Hey-- *has a coughing fit* ...Hey guys. I'm back, it's Pacifica. I was pretty freaked out when I woke up around two hours ago. First of all, I'm in the Self Aware Library. I don't remember how I got here. Second of all, the Library had built a book fort around me while I was passed out. I think it was trying to hug-- *another coughing fit*

Sorry. The body is in terrible shape. There's buises from two heavy impacts on our head, and the rest of our body is pretty scraped up from when the LITEE dragged us around their domain. But that's a story for another day. I've been reading the posts, trying to peice together what's happened since I clocked out. If what Atlantica and Dr. Ankhy think is true *coughing fit* it would really explain why I'm coughing up blood. It's hard to accept that my days are numbered. So I won't. At least, not yet. There are people that need my help. From Atlantica's last post and the weird clover carpet in the Library, it seems the situation desperate. Desperate to turn to the unlucky twin for help. *coughing fit, followed by wiping blood from mouth* I'm fragile, but only physically. I've been the underdog my whole life. Compared to Atlantica's cushy delusions of paradise my exsistance has been an upward battle. So I'm not scared of what might happen. Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. And I'm ready for the wrong. The past couple hours the Self Aware Library has been shooting books at me on time freezes, paralyzation, and cats. I don't understand the cat books, but I trust the Library. As soon as I finish posting this, I'm off to Dorm 667 to save the people who tried to befriend me so long ago at that silly school dance. Life was easy then. I should have smiled more. I should have danced more. I should have-*coughing fit* No. No time for self pity. It's time for action. I do admit, I'm a little nervous. Atlantica feels disconnected from me, but I can feel the wait of her soul in our skull. And I have the four leaf clover she picked for me safely stowed in my jacket pocket. We're still together, my sweet sister and I, even if we're crippled. As long as she's here, I know we'll be okay.
She's my good luck charm.
*long coughing fit*
I'm coming @Scilph. I'm coming @Jessica Moon. I'm coming @Morris. I'm coming everybody, for better or worse.

--Pacifica

This was terrible terrible news. Atlantica sat frozen at her computer in the Self-Aware Library. If Eralonia was telling the truth, if something had gone wrong in Dorm 667, somebody had to help. Atlantica started pulling at her hair in anxiety, pain shooting through her scalp at every yank. What should she do? Who should she ask for help? She couldn't think straight when she wasn't happy! Despretely, Atlantica shoved another smiley face frosted cupcake into her mouth, and tried to focus on the flavors. The flavors made her happy. They made her think of all her besties that were always surprised and confused by her. A small smile crept across Atlantica's face as she thought of them, and quickly she funneled that emotion into the reality around her like they taught in class here. If she could channel some good luck, maybe she would cause something to happen that would help the other students. Or Pacifica. Or herself. Or the kitty cats. She felt a weakness in the reality, and wove her good luck into it, as much as she could muster without exhausting herself. It took only a moment. Then, Atlantica eagerly opened her eyes to see what good luck had befallen her, and maybe discover the solution to these compounding problems.
...
Four leaf clovers. The entire library floor was covered with four leaf clovers.
...
Atlantica groaned and banged her head against the desk. Everybody always assumed having good luck was... well, lucky. But good luck rarely helped you the way you wanted it too. And it felt like it never left big impacts or really changed things. Not like bad luck did. After bad luck happens, everything could change. Atlantica sat up quickly. That was it! She wasn't the right person for this situation. Atlantica was the happy one; the friendly, clueless, ridiculous girl who raised people's spirits and started fun adventures! But she wasn't the calm, logical, and responsible girl who ended the adventures for everybody's own good. No, that was Pacifica. They needed Pacifica. The Self-Aware Library sensed her change and started bringing heavier books over to her. Atlantica smiled up at the Library's sky lights where the sun peaked through the windows, "Thanks bestie. Be nice to my sister. Give her a hug... she loves them." Atlantica took one four leaf clover, clutched it in her hand, and nodded once. This was going to hurt. The Self-Aware Library hesitated for a moment, then smacked Atlantica in the head with a nice solid book, the Psychic Dictionary of Dictionary Protocol. Atlantica passed out immediately, and with one twin incapable of controlling the body, the other twin was forced to take control. Eventually, Pacifica would wake up. And hopefully, Pacifica would have some clue of what to do. It was time to see if bad luck could become good.

@Jackie Packerman, it seems you're in the same boat as the rest of us! Yay... yay... yay.... Boats are so much fun.... Everybody's powers are going on the fritz. Jessie is taking a lot of cat naps! Scilph's worry is causing all sorts of electrical issues! (I'm posting this from the Self-Aware Library, my entire hallway of dorms lost power. It's okay though, this library is a great friend! It has all my favorite books!!!) Morris is acting funny. You lost one power and got a new one. Some students like Pretzels are losing their minds! I don't know how we got in this mess Jackie, but I'm positive we'll find a way out of it!!!

Morris thinks Pacifica is-- That she-- I CAN'T BE ALON-- No! No no no! I know she's okay! She's not dead, I'd feel it! I've been doing research on Parasitic Twins (Shout out to the Self-Aware Library!!! You're the best sista!) and these types of twins have one weaker twin that depends on the stronger twin to survive! I always knew Pacifica needed me! I just never thought she needed me like that.... Anyways, I went to Dr. Ankhy and she put me in a GIANT DONUT (!!!) and scanned our brain! The GIANT DONUT (aka CT scanner) apparently found a strange mass over part of our brain! The mass was an adorable little peice of another brain! The mass was... it was Pacifica. And where she attaches to our- er, I mean my? I'm so confused -brain is kinda bleeding! Dr. Ankhy says that when we got hit into a wall, Pacifica's tiny brain attachment got loose! Pacifica's cute little brain piece isn't getting enough blood and nutrients! I asked if a band-aid would help, but she just looked at me funny. Pacifica's in here still (HORRAY HORRAH HORRAY!) but she's slowly bleeding to death. I don't know how many more times she'll be able to take control of our body before she's too weak or.... I need to find a way to save her beautiful, grumpy, socially awkward, tree burning soul! And that means using a rare dark artifact. And that means....

CARROT TOP! TWITCHY! ITCHY! CASPER! LAVA GIRL! NOSE BEAK! SHORT STUFF! GLARE! GLARE! GLARE! MEET ME IN THE YOGA ROOM TEUSDAY NIGHT! BE THERE OR BE SQUARE!

--Atlantica
(P.S. does anybody know how to get the Library to stop throwing books at you? We already have brusies from LITEE, more from books on grief is not appreciated.)

Hi eveybody!!!!!! We're back from the deep dark scary basement! A thousand thank you's to the brave and adorable @Morris for saving us!!!! At least I think it was him... I don't really know what happened down there! Usually when Pacifica is in control, I can still experience everything! I can still think, and feel, and see, and sit through class, and laugh at jokes, and mentally-dance!!! It's kinda like watching a movie where everything is shot in first person perspective! But now something is... wrong. The last thing I remember is the LITEE member storming into our cozy little prison and knocking our minicomputer out of Pacifica's hand, which was totally rude! Then he hit Pacifica into a wall and he... broke something. In our head. Pacifica didn't pass out, but I did. And I didn't wake up until a little bit ago! Now, I can't feel my sister moping around up there! It's kind of freaky! I don't know how we got back to our dorm room, but at some point Pacifica must have passed out. Or taken a cat nap! Cat naps are so funand cute! Just like real cats!! And they really rejuvenate you after a long day of being held captive! At least I think we were captive all day. Like I said, I don't know anything about what happened after about seven this morning. This is all slightly terrifying!!! Psyhigh is really screwing with my head, what a great new learning experience!!! (This is really hard to put a positive spin on!)

For obvious reasons, I don't know how the LITEE trial went. I don't know if they are my new besties and rushing to save Jessica right now, or are a bunch of bullies and just kicked us around more! Pacifica has no way to tell me. So I'm going to have to find another way to help! @Jessica Moon and @Scilph (Also known as Scilphy and Jessie), get ready! Cause your great friend Atlantica is coming to your room right now! I'm armed with cupcakes, puns, and everybody's favorite.... CHIC FLICKS!!!!! We'll have a get-well-soon slumber party!!!! I'm going to cheer Scilphy from her depression, wake up Jessie with our laughter, and make Morris SLIGHTLY UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!!!

(This is all I can do at this point. I'm too terrified and sad and and and... alone right now to channel any good luck. My entire life at Psyhigh has been flipped upside down. My whole life in general if Pacifica and I are... broken. How could this dream of a school become such a nightmare? I haven't felt an emotion besides happpiness since... since... *mind fries and reverts back to default obnoxious joy*)

Hey, wanna here a pun right now? "My bestie's bakery burned down last night. Now his business is TOAST!" Oh yes, Jessie has got to wake up when she hears these!!!!

...

Usually I feel Pacifica groaning in our head when I tell puns. She's so quiet. And heavy. She must be taking a cat nap!

--Atlantica