Yay! I actually have a line that's important! I was laughing about the rabbit all day yesterday. T.O.N., you are such a good writer. So hilarious! Did I put too many exclamation points in this post?

Spammie says hiop. Does that mean there's going to be a giant hippo soon? Or maybe he's just saying hi to someone named Op. 

Dear Journal

Murder and mystery and waffles - oh my! Today has been the most exciting so far! This morning a dead girl was found at last! Thank goodness. Some of us were beginning to think it would never happen, but her stabbing heralded a cheerful day for the rest of us. Red and T.O.N have promised to consider a costume ball and I'm simply ecstatic! There were no giant rabbit sightings today, and though that might be due to FEP's hunting rifle, I am rather relieved. We are all sitting here in the lodge at present.

FEP has donned a hat and apron that proclaims " Kiss the Chef" and is currently serving something that she insists is moose but looks suspiciously like rabbit. I did warn her that some people don't like hare in their food. As well, she might judo throw anyone who tries to kiss her. Melody is in her element however and is twirling about the room, screeching " Be Our Guest." On a side note, she seemed as excited about the costume ball as I am, but wants it to be Disney themed? The rest of us were a little less than excited about the prospect. Someone seems to have permanently damaged the karaoke machine, which no one is disappointed about. For the record, I saw Everinne slip Blue Fairy some wire cutters last night after Melody's third solo. We all are praying that the repair man won't show up and fix it.

Joe has found his tiny TARDIS model, and has donned a bow-tie and fez to commemorate the occasion. He is running about the room shouting "DON'T BLINK!" at random people and in general being quite frightening. If he keeps at it any longer we shall have to lock him in the statuary...

I believe this is all for now but I may write more later. Goodnight! 

Dear Silveny,

FINALLY. We found Jem Louise Margaret. You know, despite everything, I believe she was my favorite murder, besides Grace. That probably has to do with the fact that I got to kill her on a daily basis.

In other news, something about a costume ball has come up. If that happens, I shall insist on dressing as Clauda Donovan, and dying my hair red, which that, combined with I will go around to people doing the nerd hand sign, and saying "knock knock", is sure to disturb everyone.

I was rather shocked this morning when a girl was found stabbed. (Dead too, I think, but I didn't see anyone checking.) The others do know that someone can live through a stab wound, don't they? Especially if you apply yarrow root... Anyways, back to business. BHR explained that this was a regular occurrence, and I decided that deafening everyone within the next mile wasn't a good idea if it were to happen every day. I wonder how the girl lives through it, though?

In other news, the staff left today. It seems the head chef and the maid were scared of yesterday's pizza-ceiling, and the proprietress had some small rodents and lots of good advice, but she left too. From what I saw of her yesterday, she seems to think we are all polar bears. Or mice, judging by the broom. Or both. You really never know... I'm glad she wasn't here last night, since I seem to have been one of Alice's "a few others". Don't ask how I know that, I just have good ears and I notice when people talk out loud when they write. It's true, though, I seem to be an exceptionally good pickpocket now that I've tried it, and catapults are immense fun.

This afternoon, while skiing, someone saw smoke in the distance and was convinced that there must be run-away orphans (Run away from where? That's what I'd like to know) who were now freezing and starving pitifully yet somehow heroically at the same time, and that we should rescue them. Nope, it was very definitely NOT me who said that. It turns out there's a volcano near here. I hope Pompeii doesn't happen.

After the ski we had popcorn and somehow managed to watch Pirates of The Caribbean without there actually being a TV in the place (that I could find, anyways). Captain Jack Sparrow was genius, as always. It's funny that the same thing happens every time I watch that particular movie, though. Don't they get bored of doing the same thing every time someone watches it? I'm not entirely sure that everyone was watching the same thing, either... I suppose that's what I get for having a poetical magician for a brother. 

I managed to write a little more of my NaNoWriMo novel in one of my many notebooks, but I fear that I will be much too busy with all the fun things to do here to work on it much. Alas, such is fate. Or isn't, depending on whether you think fate exists or not. Does it matter, though?

I hear Alice writing something in her throne across from me. A throne that she won from FEP in last night's card game. I wonder how FEP has so many rich things? Myself, I don't much care for rich things, unless it's a sword or an incredibly expensive and fully working full-size flying ship. With sails. And a sword and awesome hat onboard. Anyways, I'm wondering if FEP knows the difference between mousse and moose, because this doesn't taste very chocolatey, and it's supposed to be time for dessert.

I think Alice's idea of locking Joe in the statuary is a very good one, and I will attempt to create a mob to do it after dinner. DW is ood, I mean good, but there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. Especially FEP's moose. There is definitely such a thing as too much of FEP's moose. If there is to be a costume party, I have no idea who to go as. Maybe if I go as myself I can confuse people. That would be fun! Or I could be a mattress, because flolloping sounds like something I could confuse people with.

Also, according to this waiver I just found, I am a fabulous individual. How nice! Scratch that, how fabulous! Ooh, and Sicilians? I do hope dear Westley knows what he's doing, then. I'm too tired to find a way to wrap this up, so I will say GOODNIGHT! very abruptly.

~WritingWarrior's Ski Lodge Diary~

So! JEM was finally discovered. Thank goodness--I have a feeling some other gory twist would have occured had she not been there. Perhaps one of us would have been murdered instead! Not like that's happened at the past four ski lodges or so anyway, but hey, could be a coincidence.

As of right now, I have just woken up. Maggie has made a tent out of her bedsheets and is hiding with some device and watching Doctor Who. Alice, FEP, CaptainRead and Corina are playing a strange revenge poker game. It appears that Corina--that card shark!--has just won FEP's fiery cloak, which, by some science, actually bursts into flames. FEP is screaming in horror. I plan to join them after breakfast, which BlueFairy and Bookbug promise will be "very chocolatey, sticky, and possibly burnt."

Oh, and I almost forgot to mention the strange goings-on of last night! After the Pirates of the Carribean marathon (after which we all agreed a Lord of the Rings trilogy viewing is in order later this trip), I was creeping back to the bedroom in a pair of fuzzy slippers I won from CaptainRead during poker. I passed the statuary, which is conveniently located across from the bedroom but only open from another, unknown entrance (or so the retail guide said). Suddenly, I heard the voice of an adolescent male..."Don'tblinkdon'tblinkdon'tblink!" over and over. I sprinted into the bedroom and buried under the blanket fort Teresa, Melody, Moss and I recently constructed off our bunk beds. I then heard two evil cackles which sounded very similar to CaptainRead and Alice, and upon looking up, noticed that all of Joe's Doctor Who figurine collection had disappeared from the dresser...

Looking foward to hot chocolate, snowboarding, and whatever the breakfast surprise is!

~WritingWarrior~

Dear writing log,

I promise, I'm never playing poker again... I had barely enough luck to win back my cloak from Corina but in the process lost a pair of fuzzy bunny slippers to captain Reed. After losing my throne last night, I'm toast (quite literally as my cloak really does catch on fire). Preparations for the upcoming costume ball have ensued, and I am stuck between going as a Phoenix or an ember. Can't decide... I shall have to ask everyone else for suggestions. Well, that's it for now- Goodnight!

Ellie's book of ski lodge feelings: Day 3

Today was pretty scary. Someone died in my room. And Fep was obbsessing about it all night, which made things even worse. Usually when I get creeped out at night, I remind myself that it's all over. But Jem's body was right there. It was horrifing. Hopefully someone has the guts to haul Jem out of here. That person is definitely not me.

I wasn't too happy when Melody didn't let me in here musical number when the waffles burnt, but they were singing about waffles, so I was okay. I am going on a search for that karaoke machine. The person who hauled that away should have hauled away Jem instead. I thought Melody was singing really well. Probably the only reason they haven't heard me sing yet is because I've been too lazy to hop in the shower. I'm gonna dress up as Taylor Swift for the ball and show them I love singing and that I've memorized every word in Red (Not Red the person, but Red the album).    

I finally got sometime time to read and write when they watched Pirates of the Carribean. Fep is always talking when I want to do those things. I do like her, but she gets on my nerves sometimes. I'm not really into her cooking either, so I just cooked up my own dinner. I don't really like the taste of giant rabbit. No thanks.

What is up with these people and poker? They're always playing it.  Let's take out the Game of Life and call it a day. I made sure to keep all darts and javelins out of BHR's reach. I never want to pick a bear nose again.

I'll probably make my own breakfast today. I heard Fep's cooking again.