Air: *starts typing letter*

Air: Dear author of Twist and Shout, are you Satan?

Air: Haha, Just kidding.... I KNOW you're Satan.

Air: And whenever you decide to crawl out of your little hellhole, and APOLOGIZE to my fandom, I'll be waiting.

Air: I'll see you on Halloween at Stull Cemetery, because rumor has it that you'll be there. 

Air: Until then, go back to your Michifer love cage, and THINK about WHAT YOU'VE DONE. 

Air: Have a hellish day, love, Air.

Nightflyer:..........

Rainkeeper:.........

Seashell:..........

Joy:.........Did Air just write a letter to Satan?

Nightflyer:.....Air, you spelt Micheal wrong.

Air: No I didn't.

Joy: Awwwww, little Air, writing her first letter to Satan!

Rainkeeper: Why do I associate with you people?

Seashell: THAT is a VERY good question.

*players appear*

Qibli: *smiling*

Moon: So, are we continuing our Moonbli streak?

Nightflyer: Yep! 

Seashell: And today's easy. Moon, you have to date Qibli for a month.

Moon:.......But I've already been dating him for like three weeks....

Joy: That's great! Then you just have to date him for a week.

Rainkeeper: and since that's kinda boring to watch, Umber and Flame will be doing seven minutes in heaven while we wait!

Umber: YES!!!!!! 

Kinkajou: ALL MY JW SHIPS IN ONE DARE!

Kinkajou: Well, except for Turtlejou, Qinterwatcher, and the impossible Umbernelian.

Carnelian: WHAT? NEVER GONNA HAPPEN!

Umber: Never say never, Carnie *winks*

Carnelian:......Wow.

Carnelian: You're going against the rainbow, you realize, right?

Umber: *gasps* NO! IF I BETRAY THE RAINBOW I'LL DIE!

Carnelian: That's what I thought.

Air: GO! Sail ships and be fluffy!

*Flame appears*

Flame: Not this again.

Umber: Come on, Flame, let's get you back in your closet.

Flame: YAY! I love the closet!

Umber/Flame: *skips into closet*

Air:...........

Air: Forget Qinter, they win the title of dragon Destiel.

Qibli: Hey Moon?

Moon: Yes, my boyfriend?

Qibli: You wanna go out with me tonight?

Moon: YES.

*later*

JW/Hosts: *bored*

Umber: *still locked in the closet with Flame and doesn't even care*

Qibli: *takes Moon out for a fancy dinner and brings her flowers*

Moon: And to think, we wasted all that time with Winter.

Qibli: I know. All that time, we could have just been enjoying each other's company.

Moon: You're the best.

Qibli: No, you are.

Moon: Excuse me, but YOU'RE the one who planned a whole fancy date and brought me my favorite flowers and has been a perfect gentleman.

Qibli: I am a perfect gentleman. It's part of my character.

Moon: Ironic, considering that Winter trained to be a perfect gentleman and he failed, whereas you didn't even try and succeeded.

Qibli: Yeaaah......

Qibli: I kinda miss Winter.

Moon: Me too.

Qibli: His dark, brooding, handsome looks.

Moon: His sparkling scales, and his utter denial about loving us.

Qibli: His temper.

Moon: Even his cold personality and anger.

Qibli: So much angst in one little dragon....

Qibli/Moon: *sighs*

Qibli:........

Moon:..........

Moon: You'd rather be on a date with Winter too, won't you.

Qibli: Moons, YES.

Moon: Three moons I miss that frost-face SO MUCH!

Qibli: I know! Let's build a Winter out of sand!

Moon: Yeah!

Moon: Do you wanna build a sandman?

Qibli: Or brood over Winter all day!

Moon/Qibli: *keeps singing*

*Meanwhile*

Umber: *having a sissy fit with Flame in the closet*

Flame: NEVER!

Umber: YES! JOIN THE GAY SIDE, FLAME! IT'S BETTER OUT THERE!

Flame: NEVER! I love the closet!

Umber: But you need to grow and leave it!

Flame: I don't wanna!

Umber: It's better out there, trust me!!!

Flame: NO!

*Outside the closet*

Rainkeeper: Should we tell them that we can hear them?

Air: No, shush, this is exactly how I imagined it going down with Destiel.

Seashell: And Johnlock. And every gay ship ever.

Air: See, Seashell gets it.

Joy: Well Moonbli's done, and I wanna go home, SOOOOOO

Joy: *throws the door open and pulls a screaming Flame out of the closet*

Umber: THANK YOU!

Air: EMBRACE THE RAINBOW, FLAME!

Flame: NUUUUUUH!

Umber: *pelts rainbow skittles at Flame*