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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)
Sorry, but I'm not going to anwer guesses. Thank you for your curiousity, and I see that I have sucessfully masked my writing style. It's all a part of the plot...
(October 18, 2016 - 8:38 pm)
Not me, I assure you!
(October 19, 2016 - 3:16 pm)
(October 18, 2016 - 9:42 pm)
Awesome!
(October 19, 2016 - 3:07 pm)
This is great. If I know me, I'll probably be trying to find a place in the festivl quiet enough to think. That, or singing.
(October 19, 2016 - 8:00 am)
Awesome new post!
(October 19, 2016 - 8:34 pm)
File 6
Jarred wondered if he was hallucinating. He looked over at Tonia, who was taking this very well.
"Yes—hi! I'm Tonia Letter!" She exclaimed. In responce, the freezer door opened the rest of the way and a short girl stepped out, daintily shutting the door behind her. Looking up, she met everyone's eyes with a shy smile.
"Oh good, I was afraid I'd end up Knockturn-alleying it again. Freezer travel has its...um...downsides!" Flipping her short dutch braid from side to side with a quick jerk of her head, the freezer-girl continued. "Hi, I'm Icy." Jarren's mouth opened before he could think.
"How did you get in the freezer?" Under the table, something hard (the heel of a pink and blue athletic tenniss shoe) slammed onto his foot.
"Ow! Tonia, what the—" Then he stopped. His bossy younger sister was trying to keep him in line again. Putting his chin on the kitchen table, he silently awaited Icy's answer.
"Freezer travel, you know," she replied, pointing to a large, ice-blue ring on her hand.
"But isn't that...impossible?" Jarren countered, "I mean, didn't Einstien or George Washington or Homer prove that portalling can't happen?" Somehow, it didn't seem right to put George Washington with Einstien and Homer (or was it Homely?). Maybe he should pay more attention in school.
"Well, ice melts and turns into water, which turns into steam, which can move places! So freezer travel is highly scientific," Icy explained. Her arctic-sea blue eyes roved across the faces of the people sitting around the table. Eagerly, Rose bud patted the seat next to her.
"So, back to the topic of the case..." Kestrel began.
"What case?" Asked Icy. Preparing to tell the whole story, again, Tonia sighed. However, a sudden explosion rocked the house. The had forgotten about Starbringer and her satellite!
"Star? Are you okay?" Dudelhiemer called out the open (and pie-covered) window. There was no anwer. Tonia would have been concerened about her yard (her mother would be home in less than 30 minutes), if she was not more concerened about Star. Stuck in the back of the sudden scramble, Puck and Kestrel were shoved next to each other. The latter looked at Puck with extreme suspicion.
"What?" Puck hissed, "I was in here!" Tuxedo Kitten forced her way out of the door first. Starbringer was sitting in the grass, stunned, staring at a pile of singed technology.
"Well," she said slowly, adjusting her glasses, "that happened."
"You all right?" Questioned Dudelhiemer, coming up behind Tux.
"Yep. I've got a backup remote in the van," Star said, pushing herself up off the ground, "But I found out the orginization that is putting on the festival tonight. It's called: The Absolutely Grounded Nature Troupe."
"A-G-N-T..." Kestrel spelled out.
"Agent!" Yelled out Daisy (who then blushed). That mysterious "The Agent" again!
(October 20, 2016 - 7:53 pm)
Ooh, mysterious!
(October 21, 2016 - 8:24 pm)
(October 21, 2016 - 8:44 pm)
THIS.
IS.
Awesome~
(October 21, 2016 - 11:05 pm)
Can't wait to see what happens when everyone comes in!
(October 21, 2016 - 2:38 pm)
Just so you know, the person who posted as 'u' is me.
(October 21, 2016 - 2:41 pm)
I will try to post tomorrow, but I will be working all day and at an event at night. If I don't get a post in, then I definitely expect one on Sunday!
(October 21, 2016 - 8:40 pm)
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