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Brrring! Brrrrrring! The
Chatterbox: Inkwell
Brrring! Brrrrrring! The
Brrring! Brrrrrring! The old-fashioned phone fairly jumped off the table with excitement.
"Hold your horses!" A tall, athletic girl with a long blonde ponytail called, gathering the phone and cord up into her hands.
"Yellow?" She asked brightly.
"Tonia? Is that you?" A soft, eerie voice asked.
"Ye-yeah!" Answered the girl, a bit shakily, "Hold on a second." Then her voice grew muffled to the mysterious caller as she turned her mouth away and yelled: "JARREN! GET DOWN HERE!" To some other personage.
"Okay, what was that?" The girl asked sweetly, coming back to the phone.
"There's been a disappearance."
"A..." stuttered Tonia, "disappearance?"
"And there will be more than one if you don't listen, you insolent little girl!" Tonia's mouth snapped shut.
"Now, as I was saying, there has been a disappearance, I won't tell you whom or how or when, but I want you to find the missing agent. I will give you one clue: 'harpshicord.' That is all," continued the voice.
"What!" Squeeked Tonia, "but that's impossible!"
"You will not be doing it alone. I have incorporated the help of some very highly respected detectives. They call themselves...The Chatterboxers. Cybers or See-Bee-ers for short. There are more clues than you think there are. You have 2 months. No more, no less. Goodbye." And the line went dead. Tonia clicked through the caller-ID. The last call it reported had been from her brother, Jarren, who had called her house yesterday evening after school. It was as if the mysterious call had never taken place. But it had.
"J-J-Jarren?" She called shakily, looking around for her big brother.
"Right here," he said, more gently than usual, "I heard everything." Tonia swallowed, then whispered: "You know we can't disobey The Agent." In responce, Jarren nodded seriously.
"I guess we'd better find these folks that call themselves 'The Chatterboxers.' "
"This...this is impossible though! No information. Absolutely none. Jarren..." Tonia moaned.
"Stop whining, Sis, this is a life or death situation," her brother responded, clasping her hand in his. And at that wonderful, bonding moment, what appeared to be a pie slammed against their window. And then, exactly 3/4 of a second later, the doorbell rang. The Chatterboxers had arrived.
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Welcome to the serious/silly world of secret angents and pies. Oops, I meant spies. Impossible missions, poisened cupcakes, crazed villians...it's all part of the job, right? Well, all my esteemed and respected secret agents out there, this one's for you! Join Tonia and Jarren in the SaS of a lifetime! Please sign up, give input, and come along for the ride! I will need everyone who is participating's names by Oct. 21st. One Alter Ego is allowed, as long as they are manifested as a seperate person and not an old-fashioned being inside your head! According to style, everything will be fragmented and veiled in mystery like the bit of writing above until the mystery is solved. Please realize that art is an open sandwich and therefore nothing has to make sense!
submitted by The Agent
(October 11, 2016 - 5:52 pm)
(October 11, 2016 - 5:52 pm)
I. Am. Simply.... Amazing.
Well someone here has a big head. And it's not me.
Hush Style, I'm trying to make a good impression. And don't say snide comments about Lydia. She's pretty nice for a captcha.
I wasn't talking about Lydia! I was talking about-
Style, please. As I was saying. I. Am.
Star!
Alright, alright. I'm sorry for my interrupting AE. Apparently she possesses the opinion that I'm big headed and terrible at descriptions. Well, I guess I am.
I don't really care how you make my character, just please don't let me die. Bc I like this rp too much.
(October 14, 2016 - 10:48 pm)
So I am cool, collected, an AVID reader and sort of shy. Chrissie is talkative and outspoken and can sometimes be annoying. Milli is always nevrous and screamy. Hope this helped!
(October 15, 2016 - 7:34 am)
By FlowerPower, I order the this to BLOOM!
(October 15, 2016 - 8:57 pm)
its not October 21, so could I still possibally join? I wont tell you any information, just do what you will from my name
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(October 15, 2016 - 9:57 pm)
(October 16, 2016 - 9:52 am)
Today is yesterday's tomorrow, therefore yesterday is today and I did not skip a day.
File 4
"And then...welll...The Agent hung up," Tonia said, finishing a word-by-word account of her conversation with The Agent.
"Very interesting, my dear Watson, what do you think?" said Daisy to Rose bud.
"Ah, highly intriguing Dr., what do you think?" Said Rose bud to Bolton, quickly passing on the responsibility of answering. Sam, who had never read Sherlock Holmes, stared at the girls with a confused expression. Then Bolton surprised everyone by saying:
"Ah, Irene Alder, you have tricked me again!" Jarren sighed and played with the pencil in his hands. Tonia, who was never much of a reader, was actually enjoying herself, although she couldn't really join in the conversation.
"Ahem," Kestrel cut in, "we all love Sherlock Holmes, me included, but we've got a case to work on!"
Embarresed, Rose bud replied, "Oh, right."
"So..." Kestrel began.
"So...." Daisy continued.
"So what?" Sam broke in, "I don't know anything about hermonicas. Now if the clue was 'horses' then maybe."
"Horses?" Argued Bolton, "horses? You think horses are better than hermonicas?" Sam stared daggers at Bolton. Daisy sighed. Rose bud rolled her eyes.
"Now wait..." Tonia started, but then pandemonium broke loose as the boys began to argue and Puck tried her best to encourage them, although no one was exactly sure whether the poppits she kept explodeing had anything to do with anything. And then the doorbell rang. Again. Jarren leapt up to answer it, but it opened of its own accord. Or rather, someone opened it.
"Pardon me for listening in (your window was open), but I think I've solved the case. Or rather, the clue," announced a new voice.
(October 16, 2016 - 7:03 pm)
Haha hooray!
(October 17, 2016 - 7:08 am)
ohh, who is it? is it me? I havent seen my self in the dialog or story. Oh goodness. Excuse me agent, but it seems that my CAPTCHA Silent is pecking a your shoes. She says 'iwcf'.
(October 17, 2016 - 8:19 am)
Am I stuck in security?
NO.DID NOT SMUGGLE AN ENTIRE COOLER IN MY BAG (I can't stand even mildly warm weather. I need ice packs).
Harpsichord.
Hmm. I'lthink this one through. It's possible we may need to go to a theater. Or theatre. They normally have them there.
I also have a few ideas for what it might be...
(October 17, 2016 - 9:39 am)
Cool! Daisy and I are friends! I feel like that's the way it'd be in real life :)
(October 17, 2016 - 3:13 pm)
I wonder who it is! Maybe its meee....
(October 18, 2016 - 6:08 pm)
I have discovered that I cannot post every day, as much as I would like to. I will try to post every other day if that is okay with you.
File 5
"Allow me to continue," said the newcomer, "I hope I haven't interupted anything." A few quick nods from her audience assured her that no, indeed, she hadn't interupted anything...important. Everyone was curious as to who this new detective could be. She remained hidden beneath the hood of a black coat, and stood partially hidden by the open door's shadow.
"The only clue is 'harmonica,' you say? As soon as I overhead this, I began searching for clues. And I found one. Or, more accurately, my co-worker found a helpful clue." In through the door stepped a shorter figure, also hidden under a coat and clutching a notepad, magnifying glass, and peice of paper. The latter was held up so that everyone sitting around Tonia and Jarren's kitchen table could read it.
Reed River Park Festival!
Join us for a night of fun at the Reed River and surrounding park. Live Bluegrass music, nature walks, and more provide the perfect entertainment for the whole family!
Beneath the advertisement was a picture of a young girl playing a harmonica while petting a deer.
"Wow," Tonia murmmered before clearing her throat and speaking to the group, "this is definitely worth checking out! We need to research this festival." Everyone whipped out their cell phones and began googling. The two new detectives nodded to each other, then the shorter one beckoned to the outside, as if to say to someone "hurry up, we're waiting!" Within seconds, a third head poked through the doorway.
"Hey! Having a little trouble setting up my equipment, but I'll bring the supercomputer in a few minutes. Currently, I'm trying to download all information about harmonicas, Bluegrass festivals, and Reed River from my Russian Satillite. I'll be right back!" She called, and then scooted back out.
"Wait..." Jarren said, just now catching on, "Russian satellite?" Meanwhile, the wheels were turning in Kestrel's head. A trio of detectives...black jackets...Russian Satillite... then she had it.
"Dudelhiemer! Tuxedo Kitten!" She exclaimed. Instantly, the two detectives threw off their hoods. Tux adjusted her trademark kitten ears.
"And Starbringer must be outside working with her gadgets," Kestrel concluded.
"Amazing!" Daisy exclaimed, "the last I heard of The Extreme Deduction Trio, you were working on a case in Alaska! Something about...lemming-related world denomination?"
"Every world demonination is lemming-related," corrected Dudelhiemer. Suddenly, a shout from outside bursted against everyone's eardrums as shouts tend to do.
"I've got it! Reed River...wow..." Starbringer trailed off. Everyone was sitting on the edges of their seats by now (except Rose bud, who had leaned so far over that she fell onto the floor), but they never got to hear Starbringer's amazing revelation because at that exact moment, the freezer door opened.
"Hello! Is this the Letters' house?" Questioned a cheery voice.
(October 18, 2016 - 7:58 pm)
I love this!!!!!
(October 18, 2016 - 8:53 pm)
The freezer door...
Oh my irene, I can freezer travel? (or at least I would assume it was me....)
THISISSOGOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!
(October 20, 2016 - 6:39 pm)
This is awesome so far, Agent!
Are you Abigail S., St. Owl, or Rose Bud?
(October 18, 2016 - 8:00 pm)