Bookbug's diary

I can't believe FEP died! Who would kill her?! I'm kind of getting paranoid about this ski lodge. I think I'm going to be staying in a lot. I can't write a lot right now. I've got to go.

P.S. I don't think Joe should be allowed to make concoctions anymore. His hummus/apple juice/something else that I forgot was disgusting!

I'll post my POV tomorrow since today was a lazy day... and yesterday I saw Jimmy Buffett at Bethel Woods! Most of those parrotheads are a bit crazy o.O

Dearest Journal, 

Today was the most interesting of days, though rather depressing. Poor Fep. She deserved to go out in go out in a blaze of glory, a glowing candle snuffed out - not a cold, quiet death like the one that she suffered. But death tends to be a rather depressing subject, so I shalln't go on about it. I truly expected Phoenix to end up being the murderer, so I am rather shocked that she ended up dying first.

Skiing today was rather dull. I believe Joe is traumatized from his night in the statuary, but on the bright side -- he has gotten rid of his awful fez. Bookbug and Ellie are up to something, Ivy and I watched them earlier as they tied a large snowshoe to the tail of a cat. I didn't even know we had a cat! Red seems to know who the murderer is, but refuses to tell us, despite BHR threatening to spear him with a javelin and Melody threatening to (and singing) a series of musical numbers that ranged somewhere between ear splitting (even without a microphone) and shockingly random. The staff have still not returned, but between the sticky buns this morning and FEP's moose/giant rabbit last night, the kitchen has descended into anarchy. Dinner has become "every man for himself", and I am taking all possible means to avoid poisoning. There is a killer on the loose, and while this does not concern me in the slightest, I am taking every possible precaution to avoid dying. 

On a side note, I believe the ghost of Fep has taken to haunting the lodge and while she refuses to say a word about her killer, she is threatening us with bizarre meal concoctions and in general causing quite a bit of disruption. I don't mind it as much because after her death I seem to have inherited all of her possessions (including her fantastic coats), but poor Ellie has been unable to get to sleep because of her constant chattering. Fep was quite amused to find that she could float through walls, but positively furious to find that she cannot leave the lodge, and can never mention anything that she sees or hears that has to do with the murderer.  But, this is all for now as I am tired and Ivy is glaring at me, indicating that I should probably turn out the lights and go to sleep before I become the next murder victim. Goodnight! 

- Alice 

Yay! I love these murder mysteries! I just got back from camp and these are the first I saw! Yay! I love these! Yay yay yay!

Me, too, Watermelon!

Admin

Ellie's book of ski lodge feelings: Day 4

I really miss Fep. So I obssessed to myself about her. That's what she would do if she were here. Waah! Sure she might have been a little annoying and had the worst cooking in the world, but she was funny and a good talker. At least it leaves me time to catch up on Stampy videos. *sighs* Rest in peace, Fep. Rest in peace.

I finally had the great idea to insert a song into today. She looks so perfect standing there! Maybe tomorrow I'll finally take a shower and sing my newest addition to my playlist. I got one less, one less problem!

But they're still playing poker! Come on! What's so interesting about that game? I am showing them the Game of Life tomorrow. For sure.

I found a cat hiding in the lodge today. It almost filled in for Fep, but not really. I went and hugged it and it purred. Then Bookbug shoved a snowshoe onto its tail. Poor little guy. Poor me! It pricked up and hissed when I was right there! It scared me to death! I'm not dead really. I do not want to join Fep. Poor Fep.

Well, I guess I should stop writing before I spatter this note book with tears. Poor Fep! According to Spammie, he was a pig. Pig w.

"Dear invisible tape recorder made of tape, named Tapetape,and taped to my bed with more ta--........ No! Don't end the tape oh ghostly FEP!"*static  noise and loud sing* "

Next tape: "Sorry, Tapetape, that tape ran short of tape and Melody sang much much to loud for the time of day. So I was forced to turn her into a platypus. Now to business, I forgot to make a report of day 1 & 2 of this vacation, so I will fill you in. Here goes.... (the only reason this tape is so long is because I got a bigger tape of tape.)

Day 1: I got there a bit late, but everyone was welcoming and I wasn't as late as some people. Lots of poker was played, but I didn't join in in case cheating might have side effects on my magic. Apparently I'm rooming with Zach, and the narrator decided to call me Johnny. I disapproved of  that since John is the least magical, poetical, and mysterious part of my name, but I didn't say anything and the narrator appears to have forgotten because he called me F.Q. the last time. I approve of this greatly.

Day 2: We were having such a good time that morning despite the gloomy and underpaid weather, that the proprietress decided that we needed some cheering down and promptly took the liberty of introducing us to her broom. Skiing cheered us down quite a bit, but things picked up when a giant rabbit was spotted, and we led him all the way back to lodge. I was planning on introducing him to Mr. Cuddles Fluffy-Bunnikins to see if my lovely pet's smell was the thing that led the beastie towards us, but I didn't have the chance because as soon as we got back I realized that my pet had escaped from his cage. I fear this may have something to do with the disappearance of the staff the next day, and he is still missing.

Day 3: I was relieved to find some helpful advice in the letter from the proprietress and staff, and also glad to find proof that none of them seemed to have been ripped to shreds before they had left. My kind and thoughtful bunny has a slight prejudice against grownups. And catnip. You don't want to be on the receiving end of his little nibbles when he sees or smells catnip. Nothing too eventful happened today other than the stabbing of a strange girl, which everyone assures me is quite normal. That evening I turned the TV invisible and gave it wings so that we could all watch a movie, but I'm surprised that CaptainRead couldn't see the TV. It was, after all, only invisible!

And thus we come to today, during which chocolate was found to be able to explode, breakfast was extremely sticky, and my most prized black hoodie-cloak and snow-melting wand were stolen. I am extremely worried about what could have happened to these, my most prized possessions. I might know where they are, and I might not. On a side note, our dear friend whom I barely knew at all, Fire Eyes Phoenix, died. She came back as a ghost though, and I've heard ghosts can pick things up when they concentrate, so I'm sure we'll all be able to continue winning poker games against her. Except for me, of course. Here is a somber poem to conclude today's report:

I barely knew FEP at all,

May she rest in peace or not,

Here is a poem that certainly won't rhyme,

And no, dear FEP, don't take away that dime! 

Au Revoir." 

Oops, I forgot to mention that the above recorded post of mine is for Day 4, even though I posted it this morning. I didn't get around to writing it last night because of the late-ish arrival of the day's summary by the narrator, and my sister having immense amounts of schoolwork to do online.

Next song: Darkwing Duck theme song.  Basically because I want to say "Let's get dangerous."

~WritingWarrior's Ski Lodge Diary~

Oh, poor FEP! I am immensely saddened by her death. She was so young...so innocent...so new to the CB. And after we all welcomed her into our arms and played poker with her...some cruel someone--or something--had to go murder her. I will miss our games of poker, her little jests at TON...everything. I can't believe Ivy would dare suspect me!

FEP's will has been discovered in a pocket of her infamous flaming cloak. We all read it together after an intense lunch. I didn't actually attend the lunch, as it is extremely dangerous to do so now, and instead ordered takeout pizza for the third day in a row and holed up in the Kyra Kave, which appears to have swallowed Maggie's bed. I heard very unpleasant sounds, including the sharpening of knives, Watermelon screaming, and Joe yelling defensively. Something about hummus and apple juice.

Anyways, FEP left everything she owned to Alice, for inexplicable reasons which angered the rest of us. Oh, that and some tiny Doctor Who figurines for Joe, which brought him out of the suspicious state he's been in all day. Strange, as FEP's ghost has also been murmuring quite a bit about Joe, the statuary, and that she "knows who did it".

Today promises another delightful afternoon on the slopes. I bumped into the rocks multiple times--due in part to an off-key duet by Ellie and Melody--but perhaps if I sneak out earlier, I can finally go down the aptly named Slope Of The White Death without a hitch.

~WritingWarrior~