HEBB2 - CHALLENGE 14: Box Task

HEBB2 - CHALLENGE 14: Box Task

To ALL housemates
Your 14th challenge is now here!

To pass the task:

* You are only allowed SIX fails, which means any more than 6 housemates not completing the task, you will fail.

This challenge is allowing more fails than usual to begin the HEBB experience

Help gain a pass

If
you notice members not posting near the end date then it is up to you
as housemates to get them to in order to help you all pass and
housepoints to be added. PM them, post in the HEBB chat thread or anything else you can think of!

Time for 14th task

This 14th task will be open until Monday 14th April (gmt pm)

Housepoints

If the task has been successfully passed, 5000 housepoints will be added to the base housepoints

If
the task is a fail (6 or more members do not post their challenge) then 300 housepoints will be lost from the base housepoints

Each housemate that participates will also be awarded 100 housepoints each

THE CHALLENGE

You have all been given a box - a large cardboard box in which you need to get into and stay in there for 4 hours. You can not come out of the box. You can hear others. You are allowed to take 2 things into the box with you.

State the two thingsyou have taken into the box

RPG at least a 250 word detailing of what happens from the moment you get into the box to the moment you are let out.

Cris climbed into her pretty box – all brown! – and tried to think of a comfortable position. It seemed the box wasn’t as large as she’d hoped for, but at least she’d have some comfort thanks to her … blue pillow! She patted it into form, leaning it onto the one of the box’s walls, then bent outside again to grab her water bottle – after all, she didn’t want to risk dying of thirst while inside the box, did she? Although, choosing to take her bottle of water instead of paper tissues had been quite a difficult decision, since she was having flu. Ah well, she thought, I’ll survive…

She then knelt down, slowly shuffling into the right position, then leaned on her pillow – yes, you guessed right, it was a specially enforced box that could hold all the weight of her back leaning against it - magic, eh? Reaching her hand out, she closed the box and … just sat. She slowly blinked, trying to accommodate her eyes to pitch darkness. She felt after the bottle that she had crammed next to her legs. Her knees were at level with her chin and her back was pretty bent, too, but back pain etcetera were problems she preferred dealing with later.

Closing her eyes – which of course didn’t make any difference to what she could see anyhow - she listened to hear whether anyone was there yet, but the only sound she could hear was her own breath. Booooring, she thought, no one to talk to… An idea of genius came into her mind and she decided the best thing to do right then was to spend four hours recovering some sleep.

…

About 5 minutes later, she found she was still awake and not sleepy at all. Sleep, brain, I’m tellin’ ya!, she thought. Oh, why won’t you fall asleep now, you weird brain of a mad kid? - What, I’m mad? Oh no! Who said that? .. Am I talking to myself now? I must be getting pretty psycho, it’s the fault of ... of… Not finding anyone or anything to blame, Cris went on to clap a random rhythm… Fried fish! Yes, it’s the fault of that fried fish I ate today, I’ve known all along that it was a bad idea to eat it! … So now I’ve found the reason why I’m mad, but it doesn’t make me less madder, does it?!

Sighing, she had to conclude that continuing her inner monologue was after all, not the best way of convincing herself she wasn’t mad. Plus, it would get boring for the little green people in her head… She somehow had to entertain herself - and the green people – so she decided to start singing. Falsely, of course.

“Weeee all liiive in the yeeellow submarine, yeeellow submarine… weee all liiive in the yeeelow submarine, yellow submarine….”, she sang aloud, drumming her hands to the walls of her box.

EDIT (I first thought I'd do this in two parts ^^"):

A strange light shone into Cris' eyes. She muttered, "Wazzamatter?", in a sleepy voice, then rubbed her eyes and opened them up properly. "Time's up!", she heard a voice say from outside. "Wha-... at?". Cris didn't fully understand. Had she fallen asleep? ... Apparently, yes. She stood up, stretching her arms and legs, grabbed her water bottle and pillow and climbed out. Good to be out again!, she thought, heading for the exit.

Dani walked into a room filled with boxes. "This promises to be fun," she muttered sarcasticly under her breath. She read over rigby's shoulder at the rules: You can only bring two items. She thought for a moment she could bring her book, but then behind her she heard someone mutter something about how dark it was inside their box. Changing her mind she thought of her other options: Her camcorder; which contained thousands of pictures, two of her favorite movies, a flashlight, and hours of music. Her pillow; duh soft and feathery. A water bottle; she wouldn't get thirsty and if anything she could annoy other people with the sound of swishing water. After thinking for a minute she decided on her camcorder and pillow.

Running back to her room she stopped at the bathroom then hurried into the kitchen and made a small snack, consisting of a rice crispy treat and two cherries, finally she made it to her room and retrived her camera and the pillow. She was back in the Challenge room in seconds and selected her box. It was slightly larger than the other boxes surrounding it and it had lovely stripes of yellow and black on it: Hufflepuff.

She sat down in the box with her pillow under her butt and her camera in her hand. She started watching the first movie: tristan and Isolode. There were some people chatting and there were sounds of boxes falling over. The movie was ending two hours later and Dani attempted to streach her arms with a wide yawn. Her arms hit the roof of the box and she momentarily forgot where she was. She was thirsty and starting to regret haveing brought her pillow in place of the bottle of water. Checking the clock on the camera, she sighed she still had another two hours to go, but she could survive that long without water.

She hummed to herself and flipped through some of the picture she'd taken at a new years eve party and watched some of the homemade videos. Finally she pulled up to the voice recorder, she shruggged and pressed record. The camera had a life of another half hour and there was only another hour to go, knowing that the camera could handle thirty minutes of blab she started to ramble.

"'Memoirs of a girl trapped in a box'" she stated happily. "I'm sitting here in Big Brothers challenge room inside a box, his idea of a 'good time' is suppose. We were only allowed two things so I grabbed you, trustly little red cami, and now your life is slipping away, but don't fear I have the charger in my room. You will be saved...eventually. Now in my box, I can see slightly and it is just like any other box, cubic and box-like its brown on the inside, nothing like its colorful Hufflepuff Pride proudly displayed on the out. Haha." Dani took a deep breath and let silence ring on her recording. "I've really missed muggle skateboarding," she told Cami. "The wind in my hair the wheels under my feet. Even the crashing and breaking things. I wonder if big brother would let me have my board in the house. It's not a long board so it wouldn't take up ALOT of room. Of course there's always the downfall that I would leave it somewhere and some one would step on it and hurt themselves, but we're all...mature...well most of us cough cough Rai. I'm sure Raistlin would just love to break my board. But at least he hasn't broken my violin. Actually I don't think he has broken anything in the house...I haven't even seen him! Shocking I know, after all the 'fun' we had last year I was sure he'd love to fight will me again." She giggled. "Ahh the garden, he is a good fighter even if he was trying to squeal on mommy and Etta's plans for a break out. He eventually did, stupid Raistlin, but I guess Big Brother would have seen everything, I mean he does watch us constantly. I wonder what BB really looks like, is he handsome? Is 'he' even a he? What if BB was a girl? Hmmm..."

Cami gave a soft beep letting Dani know she only had thirty seconds before the Camera to die, she sighed and pressed the record buttong again stopping it. She saved it and heard the "zooo" of the camera dying. She leaned against the wall of the box and waited thirty mintues for the lid to open again.

Streaching her arms over her head mintues after getting out, Dani rushed to the bathroom, then to the kitchen to eat again...

Streams' eyes widened gleefully when she saw her box. Finally, finally, nobody will bother me for hours and hours, she thought happily, and climbed into the box. In one hand, she held a huge red pillow filled with soft plastic beads, which could be punched or prodded into any shape imaginable. She put this into the box first, folding it so that half of it covered the bottom of the box while half of it draped over the side, forming a comfortable sort of chair.

After she had climbed into her temporary home, settling herself on her soft, red chair, she reached up to close the box. Then she pulled an MP3 player out of her left pocket. That could keep her occupied for a few hours, as she had fully charged it just yesterday. She adjusted the earbuds carefully, scrolled through her playlist for a while, pondering on a song to pick, and then decided to chance the radio. Immediately, strains of "Every Breath You Take" by the Police filled her ears. Groaning, she sang along and on tune, but substituted the lyrics for

'III HAAAATEEEE THIS SONNG
II HAAATEE THISS SOOONNNGGG
II REALLY HATE THIS SONG
III REALLLY HATTEEEE THIS SONNGGG
OH, I HATTTEE THIS SONNNGGG!'

Grimacing, she went back to searching her playlist, then at last picked 'random' and 'shuffle'. She was quite content to let her MP3 player decide which songs to play.

Except no, she wasn't, because she hated this song, was bored silly of this one, had heard this one five times over the last three days, and this one...oh. She wasn't bored of this one yet. Tapping her foot and nodding her head, she sang along loudly, blithely unaware of the shushing that came from somewhere to her right.

She spent the next few hours alternating between singing and banging on the box to the beat. Sometimes, she liked to think of herslef as something of a drummer.

She had got into her groove and was having a smashing time when someone jerked open the flaps closing her box. In the flood of bright light, Streams squinted and couldn't see their face. She pulled out her earbuds to hear a flood of disgruntled words: "Couldn't you have kept quiet at least once? HUH? Once in the four hours? I wanted to take a nap, you eejit! You RUINED my four hours."

Streams raised her eyebrows. "Oops," she replied, shrugging, and climbed out of her box. Merlin, she was thirsty after all that singing.

Katie tensed up at the announcement of a new challenge. She both excited and nervous, hoping that her housemates would all participate, resulting in a pass. However, even if that didn’t happen, she was determined to enjoy the challenge and savor the new experience she knew it would bring. Katie only knew that it was a “box challenge” and that they were allowed to bring two items. For what she didn’t know yet, but as she headed to the bedroom to collect two possessions she had decided on a pillow and iPod. The iPod had at least five eBooks on it, so she wasn’t about to get bored, not to mention the hours of music she had recently uploaded onto it.

As she made her way back to the challenge site, Katie saw a huddle of people reading what she assumed were the rules. She made her way over to the group and stood on tip toes to see over the heads of her housemates. When she got to the bit about four whole hours her heart sank. However, she decided to look on the bright side, and realized that she would at least have entertainment for the time she spend in solitude. Okay, it wasn’t really solitude, the boxes, as Katie saw, were pushed close together and she realized that they all would be able to hear each other. She groaned inside her head, realizing that some of her louder housemates would be close by ready to give her a headache.

Katie approached her box and looked inside, it looked considerably roomy for a box, but still small, and pretty dark. Good thing she had decided on the iPod which luckily, had a backlight, which would make reading the eBooks easy, and if her battery was draining there was always audio books to listen to.

She shoved her pillow against one side of the box, and stepped inside. She curled up her legs and leaned against the pillow. This wasn’t as comfortable as Katie first hoped it might be. With a sigh, she uncoiled the earbuds to her iPod and placed them in her ears. Then, she pressed play on Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows audio book, and closed the lid, hoping to enjoy the peace.

That peace, it seemed, was not destined to last long. Within minutes she heard cries of people singing, songs of their own invention, to familiar melodies. Annoyed, Katie decided it would be better to sleep instead. So after much rearranging of her limbs, which involved smashing into the sides of the boxes she turned up the volume on her iPod and changed it to shuffle. This successfully drowned out her neighbors moaning after her rough encounter with their boxes, and within a few minutes she dozed off.

Hours later, Katie woke up to people getting out of their boxes. It seemed like the time was up. She stood up and stretched listening to her housemates complaints as she thought to herself: that wasn’t so bad.

Pamela had just learned of the most recent task. There was a large box that she would have to chill in for four hours. Immediately she devised a plan as to how to save herself from going crazy. "First things first," she said to herself as she walked toward the bedroom. She pulled a bag of skittles out of her stuff (she always kept some sort of candy on hand). Then she grabbed her MP3 player and her copy of Deathly Hallows.

Then she headed for the kitchen. There she grabbed a bottle of water and proceeded to eat the skittles and drink the water. It was a tradition she had started for plays, show choir, and whatnot. The so-called meal didn't make her gassy, so it was perfect for when she had to talk, sing, or sit in a small enclosed space for four hours.

After going to the bathroom, Pamela headed for her box. Taking a few deep breaths, she climbed right on in. She was in there for only a few seconds when the lid was shut. She was immediately plunged into darkness. She pressed the power button on her MP3 player and popped her headphones in. Then she set it to her "sing" playlist. The first song that came on was "Halleluja" by Rufus Wainwright. She loved singing this one because it really tested the lower end of her vocal range. After that was over, "Good and Evil" from Jekyll and Hyde came on.

After that, Pamela got a bit self-concious about and bored with singing. That was okay, though. She set her backlight to not turn off, and began reading in her book. Next thing she knew she was finishing up the chapter "Fallen Warrior" when she checked the time on her MP3 player. Almost immediately after deducing that she had 2 hours left, she was plunged yet again into darkness.

Cursing loudly and rather fluently, Pamela started to feel panic set in. Not many people knew it about her, but she was afraid of the dark. Oh she tried to keep in mind the wisdom that there is nothing to fear about the darkness except the unknown, but she couldn't help it. If she were in a big room it would be one thing, but a box barely big enough to hold a human being? This was not natural! What were they thinking making us do this?

I have got to calm down. She decided that her best bet would be to try to sleep. So she lay down, curled up in a tight ball, and let her thumb go straight for her mouth. The last step was an instinct that she generally tried to keep in check, but that did sometimes show itself after she was asleep. This time she didn't care, she needed the comfort. Somehow, despite her panic, she was dreaming before long.

She was having a very pleasant dream about someone she knew whom she was interested in by the name of Gray. He was a guest at the hotel she worked at outside of the house. Her managers had given the go ahead for them to go out--it was generally against the rules for employees to fraternize with guests. It was just getting into the good part when Pamela woke abruptly. There was a large amount of light pouring in. "What the--?"

Pamela grabbed her stuff and stepped out of the box. As soon as she came within view of a clock, she checked the time. She'd actually been in there for six hours. She couldn't believe it. If the good dream hadn't put her in such a pleasant mood, Pamela would have most likely been storming the house, searching for the person who hadn't bothered to wake her. Instead, she sat down on her bed and resumed her reading of Deathly Hallows.

Dragon was roughly shaken awake when a strange pair of hands grabbed her and stuffed into somewhere dark. "Wha-what? Wh-who is it? LET ME OUT!" she yelled when she found that she had been stuffed into a small tiny box half her size and her own body was jammed and squashed.

Dragon felt miserable.

"Whoever you are, I-I'll k-ick yo-you so hard if you do-n't let me out righ-right now!" she yelled in what she hoped was a convincing tone. But alas, with her stammer and tears she couldn't even fool herself. "Darn it." she muttered and wiped her wet check and felt around the box. What she thought was an ordinary box had a note stuck with tape on the 'roof' aka the sealed shut opening. Squinting at it, she held it to a crack in the box and read by the dim light.

Dear HEBB2 Participant

You have all been given a box - a large cardboard box in which you need to get into and stay in there for 4 hours. You can not come out of the box. You can hear others. You are allowed to take 2 things into the box with you.

-Mr Task Giver

"What the-" she yelled and added a few inappropriate words and swore loudly to 'Mr Task Giver' "You could just given me the task, not stuff me in this darn box." she yelled.

No one came.

"I NEED MY TWO ITEMS." she yelled finally. "IT SAYS SO RIGHT-" she fumbled for the paper and pointed at the sentence "-HERE!"

The box opened a bit and Dragon quickly gasped for breath. "State your two items." a robot like voice intoned.

"Er," Dragon quickly racked her head for anything but due to lack of oxygen from being shut inside the box and being very very angry and confused, she couldn't think straight. "Oxygen tank and plasma tv." she blurted out and was met with a tank and huge plasma tv, making her almost completely squashed flat in one corner.

Today is not her day.

Fumbling for the remote she pressed what she hoped was the 'On' button and watch in slight relief, the tv lit on. "-today we'll be expecting thunderstorms and lighting in the afternoon. There are minor hurricanes in the east so all cable lines will be down."

As soon as the weather with the stupid fake grin finished his 'speech' she felt the box roof went soft and 'drip' a rain drop landed on her nose through the cracks of the box. "AHHH." she yelled and gasp for breath making Dragon fumble for her oxygen tank and stuffed the mask onto her face.

"Calm down, maybe I only have to stay in this thing for a minute or two...now let me see that paper again... AHH!" she yelled once more when she was the words "4 hours" staring at her.

Today is so not her day.

The clock on the t.v. blinked 1pm and she glared at it angrily. Pressing the remote again she surfed the tv for nickelodeon’s "Dora the Explorer or Blues Clues" to calm her down. Usually watching Barney shows etc calm her down real quick.

Well, as today was not her day, as soon as she reached nick channel, the screen when BUZZ and fuzzed out. Dragon groaned remembering the weatherman's prediction about no cable. "The one day you had to be right." she muttered and clutched her metal can of oxygen. Maybe if she wiggled this a way, she could get comfortable enough to get some sleep and pass the 4 hours with some…dignity (even though been stuck in a box with a plasma tv and an oxygen tank didn’t really help the fact). Nuzzling her can, she wiggled until her whole body was under the tv and had just enough sense to click the tv shut- no need to get struck by lighting.

(skipping some stuff or I’ll be writing too much xD)

4 hours later, Dragon was again woken up by a rough pair of hands pulling her outside of the box. Blinking her eyes at the light, she shielded her eyes and slowing opened them…only to find herself face to face with…McDonalds? “What-” she started to yell when she realized she was all alone. Glancing at the store she realized that too was locked. Where in the world did the 24/7 policy go?
Glancing around, she felt naked without the box, tv, and tank and felt strangely out of place – not to add she was soaking wet since plasma television does not make a good umbrella, especially if your ‘house’ aka box was all soggy.

She turned towards the store and pounded her fist on the glass and her eye caught the sign advertising cheeseburgers on the window…the text was in some foreign language. Strangely, she had an odd feeling that she was lost.

Today is defiantly not her day.

1st hour...

Caro watched in horror, as she was rudely showed into a box - which looked like it had gone through hell in the newest episode of 'Pimp My Box'. It was glittery, fluffy, awfully pink for Caro's taste, and... small.

"Oiiiii!" Caro tried to protest, as she grabbed the nearest thing she could - which happened to be a person.

The box was taped shut, and everything went black.

"Nice going," said a familiar voice.

Captain Jack Sparrow was there to save the day!

"...JACKIIIIIE!!!!!!!!!" Caro squealed, and flung her arms around the grumpy looking Captain. "I knew you would save me!"

"Erm, you happened to pull me with you," he stated, trying to get away from Caro's embrace.

...or maybe not.

"...oh," she said.

"Do you have rum?" he asked.

"No, but I have... matches!" Caro said, as she shook the box of matches in her hand.

"Pyromaniac much?"

"Shut up!" Caro huffed, and pouted.

2nd hour...

"Has it gone four hours now?" Caro asked.

"No."

"Has it gone four hours now?"

"No."

"Has it gone four hours now?" Caro asked again.

"...no," Captain Jack Sparrow

"Has it gone four hours now?"

"NO!!!!!!!!!!!"

Caro sat in silence, and poked her toes with a thoughtful look on her face.

"Has it gone four hours now?" she asked carefully, causing the Captain to hit his head repeatedly against the box.

2nd hour...

"Okay, okay, okay!" Caro said cheerfully. "Let me take another one!"

"Fine," Captain Jack Sparrow sighed.

"I'm looking at--"

"It's me," he said in a bored voice.

"YES!!!!" Caro cheered. "Okay, here's another one! I'm looking at him at the moment."

"Let me guess; it's me?"

"YES!!!!"

"LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Captain Jack Sparrow pleaded.

3rd hour...

"Soooooo," Caro said, clearly bored now. "We've talked about everything, played 'Guess What I'm Thinking?', and now I'm pretty hungry."

"You're not alone," he said.

Silence.

"Do you support cannibalism?" she asked.

More silence.

4th hour...

"...and then they made me their captain!" Caro went on, not even noticing the pained look on Captain Jack Sparrow's face. "Ain't that cool, huh?"

"No," he stated coolly.

"Well... your mom!"

"THAT'S IT!!!!!!!!!!" he said, snatching the matches from Caro.

"Hey, those are my magic matches--" Caro tried to protest, until she saw the crazy look in his eyes. "...but you can have them."

"MWAHAHHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!" the crazy captain laughed, as he lit one match.

"Be careful, you're going to burn--"

In a matter of seconds, the box was in ashes, and Caro found herself sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by... ashes.


"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Caro screamed, and started to whack Captain Jack Sparrow. "YOU MADE ME FAIL, YOU DUNDERHEAD!!!!!!!!!!"

(Haha :D)

Shadow picked up her asthma inhaler, hiding it in a pocket before selecting a book that she had been meaning to read for a while. Taking one last glance around the room, Shadow walked away, heading for the box challenge.

She clambered into her allocated box, closing the lid. Shadow closed her eyes, trying not to think about the enclosed space. She listened to the others talking, trying to sooth her mind. She sang a few songs in a strange tongue, willing herself to sleep.

She drifted in and out of sleep for the best part of an hour before she gave up. Opening her eyes, she realised just how enclosed the space was. Eyes wide, Shadow felt her windpipe constrict, breathing becoming difficult. Shadow took a dose from her inhaler, trying to calm herself. She was going to complete this challenge, no matter what.

Another hour seemed to pass like an ice age, and she sparingly took a dose from her inhaler and the dust was really getting to her. She listened to the others in their boxes, wondering how they were coping with the challenge. Hopefully better than me She thought to herself.

Three hours past and Shadow was extremely bored. She felt around, looking for her book. Once she found it, she opened it, shifted so that a single beam of light fell on the pages and began to read. She lost herself in the story, hoping that it would help to pass the time.

It certainly helped, and soon enough, the final hour passed, according to her internal body clock. She rolled onto her back and struck out with her feet, kicking the lid off. She breathed in the fresh air and doubled up coughing. She took a dose from her inhaler and smiled slightly. It was over.

Shausto stepped into the garden, where she has heard this challenge was taking place, with an enormous teddy bear under her left arm and hauling a battery powered keyboard with her right. As she stepped into the sun, the words of the letter came to mind:

You have all been given a box - a large cardboard box in which you need to get into and stay in there for 4 hours. You can not come out of the box. You can hear others. You are allowed to take 2 things into the box with you.

They echoed around her head in a deep voice, and she spun on the spot to find the guy who speaks during commercials standing there, whispering the words again and again. He stalked her sometimes. As she looked at him though, he straightened up and shut his mouth tight, noticing that Shausto had a very heavy keyboard under one arm, and would not hesitate to whack him on the head if necessary. She sighed and turned back around, at least this creepy guy couldn’t follow her into the box. Speaking of which, a small brown worn box sat in the middle of the grassy area, looking just big enough to squeeze her body into with legs in a very uncomfortable position, and none left over for her oversized items. However, when she finally got the nerve to peer inside, she was surprised by the glamour of it all. There must have been an enlarging spell placed upon it, for the walls were spaced large enough to sit comfortably with her bear in one corner and keyboard in the other. A plush carpeting lay on the floor, making her wonder where the challenge was in sitting in this box for a little while. Surely it couldn’t have been that bad, she thought, disregarding the many who had come out looking as if they belonged in a mental hospital. Shausto pulled the lid of the box close, catching a last glimpse of the sun for the next four hours, and was immersed in complete darkness. Immediately, her childhood fear of the dark returned and she peered around, trying to see in the darkness until she could make out the shapes of her piano and bear. Not wanting to work herself up in the first five minutes in her box, Shausto snuggled up against her giant teddy bear and fell into a fitful sleep, thankful for the thick carpet.

About an hour later, Shausto awoke in darkness. Not quite realizing where she was at first, she thrashed around, trying to find something solid when her hand collided with the edge of her keyboard, resulting in a small gash on her thumb. She cursed at her own stupidity and sucked the blood away from the wounded thumb, hoping no blood got on the carpet or her bear. As she woke up some more, her borrowed fear of the darkness began to set in again, and she hurried to chase it away. She sat next to her piano, feeling the keys to picture in her mind where they were. Then she flicked it on, watching the small red light flash on like a little eye…watching her.. She shook this thought away and began to play a happy tune that she knew from memory, making a few mistakes in the darkness. Soon, voices began to materialize around her, and, afraid she was hallucinating, she turned the volume up louder on the keyboard and played a song she could sing along with to ease her mind. This continued for a good while, and Shausto lost all fear in her head, but she also lost all sense of time. Now, just playing random notes here and there, she had exhausted all songs from her memory and groaned aloud with her boredness. Turning around in her box, the bear caught her eye.

She layed her head on the bear, wondering what she could do with the few hours she was sure she had left. A small piece of loose thread wafted in the slight breeze from the top of the box, though it was still connected to the bear, and Shausto was terribly tempted to pull it. She resisted this temptation and turned away, but before she knew it her hand was reaching out on its own accord to yank the little string free from the plush bear. It came free easily, and she stared at it in her hand before reaching out to yank another string from the bear. It was quite fun, really. After all the fur was plucked off the bear—poor thing—Shausto started pulling out fluff. She had no idea in fact, why she was doing this—she really was making a complete mess. But she was amused for the moment and that was all that mattered. It took a fairly long time, but before she knew it, Shausto was sitting in a box half filled with picked apart fluff that reached just over her waist. Idly, she wondered how much time was left and how she would know…would someone come get her? But this worry was pushed from her mind as she realized the enjoyment of fluff. Throwing it into the air, she immersed herself in the softness and stayed like that for a good while, until the top of the box suddenly flew open and Shausto was forced to squint into the setting sun. “Four hours is uuuhh…” the face peered over the edge of the box into the mess of fluff that was her. She smiled sweetly and stood up, brushing a piece of fur off her shirt. As she stepped out of the box, she suddenly remembered the keyboard she had brought in with her, and turned around to fish it back out of the maelstrom of fuzz. She looked back at the person, now staring rather strangely at her. She stared back, wondering what was wrong. Did she still have fur stuck in her hair? Then she realized she had left the box a mess! Silly her! She turned back, picked up the box that appeared tiny now that she was outside of it, and turned it over, emptying the large amounts of fluff on the ground. Then she placed the small box next to the pile, faced the shocked eyes of her friend and dragged the keyboard back inside the house.

You were allowed 6 fails. You recieved 15 therefore this challenge is a fail. 300 points will now be deduced from the base housepoints