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Day 0
This person might consider themselves to be an ordinary person, but today the life they have always lived might take a turn for the extraordinary. On May 15, a day like any other, this person picks up the mail. There are the usual ads, a letter from a family member, and- what's this? A letter addressed to the person but with no return address? Curious, this person thinks. Tearing open the envelope, the person reads the letter.
Dear Reader,
If you have received this letter, you have been invited to the greatest ski lodge party ever to occur. We would be very pleased if you would attend. We shall begin on July 15, giving you two months to RSVP. We shall be very sad if you cannot attend. Come, come! Join in our celebration. We have but a few rules:
- In the past, a couple of murderers have seemed to sneak into the lodge and murdered everyone. If you're a murderer, stay away, unless your name is Melody, Red, or BHR.
- It's all fun and games here. No matter what happens, everything shall be silly and fun.
- If you have no idea what I'm going on about, you can read the rules to any of the past ski lodge adventures (the top comment on Pudding's Place should be one). If you do, ignore this and keep reading.
- A new day is usually posted in the morning by me. Every day, a new installment in the story occurs.
- You're very welcome to write your point of view of the day (why most people don't is a mystery to me!) but please wait for me to put the day up first.
- Logic sometimes gets tossed out the window. Nobody needs that stuff!
- I do not pick who lives and dies- my immortal companion, the Sugarbowl, carries your names and I randomly draw them out.
- If you ask me to put a really long, narcissistic, name into the Sugarbowl (*cough cough Melody cough cough*)- Excuse me, I seem to have come down with a bit of a cold. As I was saying- if you do ask me to put such a long name in, I will ignore you and probably tease you about it for the rest of your life. Don't think I won't.
- I tend to make fun of people a lot (*cough cough Melody cough cough*). My goodness, that really is a very persistent cold! Please don't take it personally. Also, I am sure I will mess up someone's gender. Don't take that personally either. I botch personalities and tend to make a general mess of things. Moral of the story: Don't take anything here personally. If I mess with you, it means I like you.
- What a hypocrite- "but a few rules", my foot.
- I always feel like this section is hard to write. Eh, if you don't get things, read another rule page, or ask me questions.
We look forward to your participation. Please come join the show.
-The Omnipotent Narrator
The Sugarbowl is waking up... It is time to choose your own adventure. Will you come join?
submitted by T.O.N.
(May 15, 2014 - 5:35 pm)
(May 15, 2014 - 5:35 pm)
You guys both have no idea what's going to happen.
(July 20, 2017 - 11:14 pm)
T.O.N., can I sing sometime in this story? I actually sing a bunch and have memorized whole albums. Right now my playlist is She Looks So Perfect by 5SOS, Rude by Magic!, Human by Christina Perri, Shower by Becky G, and Sirens by Cher Lloyd. Thanks!
(July 18, 2014 - 10:40 am)
Sure, I'd be happy to add an "Ellie Song a Day" as well! Just say what song you want to do each day and I'll write it.
(July 18, 2014 - 11:56 am)
Maybe I could find the karaoke machine, sing in the shower, or be using my Sing! app. It doesn't matter when, and it only needs to happen once. "Doesn't matter when! It's always a good time!"
(July 18, 2014 - 4:04 pm)
I've been doing math homework all morning, but I'm going hiking with my dad right after, so Day 4 will come in the evening.
(July 18, 2014 - 11:57 am)
And Admin is going out to a concert this evening, so it may be late night before Day 4 gets posted.
(July 18, 2014 - 1:41 pm)
Disney song for the next day you write: Her Voice from the Little Mermaid Broadway musical.
The Kyra Kave is popping guys! We just built a roller coaster through my closet and a forest in Moss's. And of course, we have lightsabers. And a ton of real animals on Moss's side of the room and Muppets on my side.
(July 18, 2014 - 2:44 pm)
Day 4
Rain fell that night, a fine, whispering rain. The rain wasn't warm enough to melt the snow completely, but the top layer of the snow turned to a fine slush. Phoenix shivered in her coat. Why had she agreed to come out so early? "There won't be anyone out yet, silly. It'll be the best time to go," they had said. "Come on, Phoenix!" her companion called now. "Check out this cool thing I found!" FEP slid down the wet snowbank to stand next to the hoodie-clad figure. "Where is it? she asked. "Farther back, can't you see? Here, step forward a little." FEP took a step then shrieked as the snow gave way underneath her. Flailing, grasping for something, anything, she tried to grab her friend's hand. Her final thought as she fell beneath the snow was wondering why the person who had lured her out here hadn't gone for help or so much as offered a hand when she fell.
Katie: Say, has anyone seen FEP?
Bookbug: Now, hold still and on the count of three we'll pull backwards. One-two- oh hi, Ellie!
Blu: THREE! What were you saying?
Katie: I said, has anyone seen FEP?
Violet: I've been watching these two making "breakfast", it's been entertaining.
FQ: Supposedly chocolate can explode, but I never knew it could.
Reed: Better than that dinner last night-
Red: Please say that moose wasn't repurposed "pied de la mastadon" because if so, that's been in there for over two years.
Katie: So you've all just been sitting around and watching them make breakfast?
FQ: Pretty much.
Violet: We've been commentating too.
Reed: And judging!
Red: That last mess was a ten out of ten.
After some assistance, chocolate pecan sticky buns (emphasis on the sticky) (with versions without nuts for those allergic) were available for breakfast... but strangely, no FEP.
Theo: I wonder if JLM knows?
Max: The dead girl? She's dead, Theo. I found her in the bathroom.
Bounty: Guess we're too late today.
Moss: Why don't we hold a seance to call her up?
Madeline: Hate to be logical, but wouldn't it be faster to go looking for FEP?
BHR: A search party? All right! Let's go!
Melody: Where did she go? Where can she be? When will she come again calling to me?
Watermelon: Hey, anyone want to bet it was the alien unicorns?
Zach: We have alien unicorns? Where was I when this happened?
Melody: With Sonny, weren't you? How did that turn out, by the way?
Joe: Coughing to save time? Nice trick.
SPF: Hey, Watermelon, I bet you five dollars it was that rabbit.
Watermelon: You're on.
Sadly, both Watermelon and Jack were wrong, when the kids found a scrap of FEP's coat next to a deep pit.
Nina: Looks like some kind of underground cave. If she fell in, I don't think she would have survived.
Teresa: The poor girl...
Alice: She had the nicest coats, too! *sniff*
Jack: Baba, Baba, I don't want to play anymore.
Maggie: Who are you calling "Baba"?!
The death of our dear friend has put the skiers into a rather somber mood.
Mag Fan: She was new but very nice, you know.
WW: And good at poker! Whew! I bet someone could have murdered her just to settle their debts!
Ivy: Pretty suspicious if you ask me, WritingWarrior.
Corina: Man, dying is such a downer.
Ellie: Hey! Hey! Let's get out, let's get out, 'cause this deadbeat lodge's only here to keep us down! Let's go skiing, guys! FEP was all about having fun and if she was here, she'd be mad at all of us for loafing around and being sad! Let's honor her by having a good time!
John: I can agree with that!
In honor of your departed friend FEP, the skiers went skiing in the slippery snow, fell a good deal, and then went in and cheated at poker admirably.
Rest in peace, Fire Eyes Phoenix. Rest in peace.
(July 18, 2014 - 4:43 pm)
~Joe's Diary: Day 4~
I'd like to say I killed FEP, because it would make me seem powerful and impressive and increase my chances of getting a girl. But I can take no such credit sadly, because I didn't. Or maybe... nevermind.
I have been trying to reach Sherlock Holmes and see if he will deduce who did do it for us. I've failed to reach him, possibly because he's a fictional character, and possibly because Benedict Cumberbatch is the wrong person to reach him through. So I shall have to play Sherlock myself.
The stuff in the syringe that the butler gave me is missing! After some thinking, I have (so far) only one possibility about why this happened. The syringe actually contained snowmelt, and whoever killed FEP stole and used it on the snow, in the exact spot they knew she would step on, thanks to their fortune-telling powers.
No. Wait. Not possible. The syringe is in my shirt pocket, not my pants pocket. What the heck??? I don't even have shirt pockets!!!
Maybe the murderer replaced it with a decoy...
Nah. That's preposterous.
Anyway. I am now busy seeing what happens when you mix hummus, apple juice, and maple syrup. I hope it's tasty or at least interesting...
Ahh!!! I just had a vision of my hummus + apple juice + maple syrup creation mutating and killing... the vision didn't show. Everyone's face was tiled out. You know, like on TV, when they didn't sign the releases prior to broadcast.
Well, maybe it was fake. Maybe it will become reality tomorrow.
Probably without our faces getting tiled out. But who knows?
Rodney says puck. Good idea, Rodney, I'll add a hockey puck to my creation...
(July 18, 2014 - 5:53 pm)
Wouldn't killing one of the girls make you less likely to get a girl, probability-wise? Additionally, I'm thinking that the girls might form a mob if you say you're the murderer... Well, I assume you've got more experience than I do.
Captcha says tcky. It thinks your methods are tacky.
(July 18, 2014 - 11:45 pm)
WHO IS HE CALLING BABA THOUGH I'M KINDA INCREDIBLY TICKED OFF AT THAT.
(July 18, 2014 - 6:13 pm)
He was calling you Baba.
*Not important to plot Westing Game spoilers approaching*
This is really mostly off topic, but Flora Bambauch is an incredibly amazing woman. After her husband leaves her, her daughter Rosalie dies, and one year later she's "smiling" and moving into a new home. A year after her daughter dies, she's trying to sympathize with the neighbor who she understands must have such a hard time expressing himself and doing what he wants to do, much like her daughter. A year after her daughter dies, she takes in her unloved neighbor and takes care of her. She braids Turtle's hair, she takes Turtle to school, she spends hours watching the stock market for Turtle. Hours. She's known Turtle for only a couple of months and she doesn't mind when Turtle seems to criticize her daughter. She's known Turtle for only a couple of months but sits in an uncomfortable chair every day and gets headaches for an endeavor of Turtle's which she knows is pointless. She knows she's not going to win. But she sits in that stockbroker's office every day and gets headaches just so she can give Turtle love from a mother figure Turtle never had. Flora Bambauch is the sweetest women in the entire story and I just want to applaud her because she is fabulous.
(July 18, 2014 - 11:41 pm)
OI!!! I'M NOT HIS BABA!! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE CALLING BABA?!?!?!
(July 19, 2014 - 12:34 pm)
Mag Fan's Obituaries*~
FEP~ She was new, but one could tell when one first met her that she was a charming girl. She was very good at poker. She wore the nicest of jackets. She was always there when we needed her. We shall all miss her presence here at the Ski Lodge. Rest in peace, dear Fep.
*Note: I write obituaries anytime someone dies. If I am killed, I will not write obituaries anymore. I have a most pleasant task, don't I? *rushes away, sobbing*
(July 18, 2014 - 9:49 pm)
Well, I really did have the nicest day, other than dying... At least I can take comfort in knowing that no one ever stole my flaming cloak, and the excellent news that my sidekick (Jonah) made it to the final twelve. Live long (but not really) and play poker.
Goodbye for now. - The lovable FEP
(July 18, 2014 - 5:31 pm)