There is a
Chatterbox: Pudding's Place
There is a
There is a knock at the door. You open it and find a letter floating in front of your door. You open it.
You are invited to a FREE* stay at the Hotel Le'Faye!!
Features include:
Free* Breakfast!!!
Free* Guided Tours!!
Free* everything!!!!
And absolutely NO murders in the middle of the night! Isn't this just great!!
You frown in puzzlement.
"A free* hotel stay? What in the world......?" But there's more.
l am The Teller of Tales, hotel manager. l always wear a cloak and for some reason, like this letter, l float. You are now frightened by this letter. You tear it up and throw it away.
"You can not escape the Hotel Le'Faye! You will come!" Cries an eeire voice. "Pack your bags and imaginary friends, because you're coming to the Hotel Le'Faye!
*No, in fact it isn't free. You will have to pay for our rocket boosters. Oh, wait, l wasn't supposed to say anything about that.
(August 2, 2015 - 2:28 pm)
Sorry, l've got writers block today. l wouldn't post today.
(August 12, 2015 - 6:02 pm)
A hug for your thoughts~
I had silently slipped into my room, only to find everyone reading. Of course, they accused me of killing HAB.
I was, in fact, very suprised.
"HAB is dead?"
"You didn't know?"
After that we dropped the subject and they went back to reading.
I do hope this terrible cloud of seemingly close doom lifts and lets the sun shine. If not, I have a backup plan.
Sparkles.
And silly string.
You can't forget that.
Grasshopper's Journal.
NOPE!
(August 13, 2015 - 2:08 pm)
Hello? Testing? Is this thing on?
Did I forget to mention I brought a tape recorder so I can voice my thoughts? Writing doesn't seem to do it sometimes.
Anyways, so Volcano's dead? I didn't even know AEs could be killed (She was an AE, right?). And then HAB? What if I'm next? Well, I didn't do it. I would rather be plane crashed 815 on a non-exsistent island than hold a spider, much less a venemous one, with FANGS! Before you accuse me, I saw the spider crawling away. (Get Off, Snicket. Stupid cat,) They died in the strangest ways! Volcano got eaten by a freezer!! How do you even do that? Wait... what if... what if there was a tunnel leading out the back of the freezer to that persons room? Then we might be able to see who did it! At least, who four might've done it. But maybe there's something else I'm missing...
Guess I'll go find out about the freezer. Besides,Shadowdancer is looking at me wierd because I'm hiding under the blankets while doing this. She must think I'm talking to myself.
End recording, Day two, Hotel Le'Fay. TARDISrider, clocking out.
(August 13, 2015 - 4:56 pm)
Day 3
Somebody can't sleep. Her dreams are haunted by ghostly howls and thumps. She tosses and turns to no avail while the hours tick by on the clock.
"Arrrooo.......Arrrooo"
She jolts awake. Shivers run down her spine. There is something, howling. Gulp. And then a thump. And then a yell. From the next room.
She takes a flashlight and creeps down the hall to the door of Room 3. And opens it. And sees a pie flying right at her.
Somebody duck and the pie flies into someone else. A dragon. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY." Yells Shadow.
Then they both notice something. "What's going on here?' Says Somebody, exameing the room. MP and Devil are hiding, Silvery is nowhere to be seen.
The walls are plastered in pie, with broken glass scattered all around. Tufts of silver fur are here and there, and a pile of splintered wood.
Shadow and Somebody poke around, but they can't find the occupants of the room. Shadow looks in the beds, and then, she sneezes.
Flames leapout of her mouth, and set the bunk bed afire. "Ah!" And she sneezes again. Smoke begains to fill the room. "Quick! Get out!" Cries Sombody, dashing to the door. She slams it shut after Shadow, coughing, gets out.
"What's happening?' Asks Shadowdancer, sleepily. "l heard a yell-Oh, look." The smoke is leaking from under the door.
"Get a donut exstingsher." Spyro mumbles, half asleep. More CBers are coming out of their room, wondering what's happening.
"FIRE! FIRE!" Screams Dragonrider. "IT'LL BURN DOWN THE WHOLE PLACE! FIRE, FIRE!" St.. Owl sleep-walks out of her room and runs into Katydid. "Watch where you're going!"
Brookeira takes one look at everything and signs. Booksy signs, grabs Dragonrider, who is running around and screaming, tells her to be quite. She then shakes St. Owl awake, and orders Madeline to go see where Clock and Will are.
TARDISrider and the Doctor have gone unoticed, they're whispering about "Timey-whimey stuff, you wouldn't understand." They tell Brookeira, the only one who notices them.
"ALRIGHT EVERYONE." Yells Shadow. "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES, 'CAUSE THIS FLOOR IS GOING TO BURN DOWN."
There is a moment of silence, then a moment of panic as everyone tries to run for their lives, as prescribed by Shadow, but suddenly find that the hallway has turned into a river of very sticky and thick honey. If you put a foot in it, that foot in swallowed up by half a foot of honey.
The door of Room 3, feel hot, very hot. Flames lick from under the door. No one can barely move to get away. "Where's The Telller of Tales?" Someone asks, hopefully
Someone, (No one could remember who) suggests that the dragons and Baefire burn the honey, suger being very flammable, althogh you never remember a candy bar being marked. "Flammable"
It seems like a good idea, so Spyro, Shadow and Bae set the thick, gooey, stuff afire. And it burns. Much better then it should've been if it was normal honey, almost as if someone had mixed gasoline into it. Huge flames reach the ceiling and the fire devours the sugrey goodness.
"Run!" Exclaims TARDISrider, and suddenly, everyone can. They dash down the hall before realizing that someone is missing. Shadow. Because of being a large dragon, she can't move from the burning honey. "NO!" Cries Katydid, as it gets hotter. "We've got to go back!"
"No." Somebody grabs Katydid to keep her from running to Shadow. "It's to late. You'll only get yourself killed."
There is a paniced look in Shadow's eyes as she realizes that she is traped. With a roar, that might be the fire's or Shadow's, the flame ingulf her.
"C'mon! RUN!" Says Feather, glancing at the oncoming flames. Brookeira, attemps the stall the fire with water, but it doesn't work. She and Somebody have to drag Katydid out.
In the main room, the fire does not spread for some reason. The Teller of Tales floats idly down the stairs. "Oh, hello. Was wondering what you where up to."
Madeline stroms up to TTT. "There was a fire! We almost died! Shadow was traped! WHERE ARE YOU WHEN YOU ARE NEEDED??"
The Teller of Tales looks taken aback. "Well, l was, er, just checking on the rocket boosters-"
"Wait, why does a hotel need rocket boosters?" Ask Grasshopper. "It's um, just a saying, for um, something."
And before anyone could ask any questions about rocket boosters, a pile of sleeping bags appear on the floor of the main room.
"Since you lost your rooms in fire." TTT explains. "OH!" Gasps Madeline. "My puppy was still in my room!"
"And my cat!" Says TARDISrider.
"Nooooooo!"
Booksy, forever the senseible one, syas, "l got them." She points to where they're hiding under a table.
"Wait, where's MP, Devil and Silvery?" Says St. Owl, looking around. "l don't see them." Silvery grins from her hiding place.
"They were hiding from us." Says Somebody. "Like they were doing something they shouldn't. With pie." Then something clicks.
"l hope we find Silvery in one peice." She mutters, imanging all the horrible things that could've happened to her because of MP and Devil.
"If you haven't noticed." Says The Teller of Tales. "It's the middle of the night." The light suddenly turn off, leaving the CBers the scramble around in the dark and find sleeping bags.
~~~~~~~~~
R.I.P. Shadow Dragon. Rest in darkness.
(August 13, 2015 - 5:53 pm)
A hug for your thoughts~
Loosing your BCBB hurts.
I can't sleep so I've decided to write my thoughts on the matter. Sorry journal, I'll hug you twice tommorow, but tonight I don't feel like hugging anyone. I choose the black sleeping back instead of the colorful one because I'm feeling glum. If that blasted gloomy cloud lifts tommorow I probably won't be able to tell.
*insert wet spot from tear here --->*
It's been an hour and I still can't sleep, I think I am going to go to the kitchen and eat potatoes. Mashed, baked, scalloped. Maybe I'll make some breakfast to cheer everyone up....yeah, I think I'll do that. Eggs maybe?
(August 14, 2015 - 11:47 am)
What?! l died?
Oh. *Sniff*
Silvery: But l'm still alive! That reminds me of something!
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are
still alive.
And believe me I am
still alive.
I'm doing science and I'm
still alive.
I feel fantastic and I'm
still alive.
While you're dying I'll be
still alive.
And when you're dead I will be
still alive
Still alive.
Still alive.
Well l'm DEAD! Have some respect!
Silvery: And when you're dead l'll be STILL ALIVE!
Noooooooo!!!
(August 14, 2015 - 1:34 pm)
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Spyro
JOURNAL
DAY 623718392827374654551809371
PLEASE EVERYONE STOP DYING.
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HAB
Oh, wait.
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(August 14, 2015 - 6:49 pm)
Madeline's Journal
These last few days have been most entertaining. I love this hotel! Although, now that I think of it, that TTT person seems a bit scatterbrained. Or maybe he or she is just a bit careless. On another note, my puppy is named! Her name is Nutmeg (because I play soccer and when my family allows me to name out puppy that is what happens). But in all seriousness, we got her two days ago and she is the sweetest thing ever!
(August 14, 2015 - 4:37 pm)
A Dragonrider's Random Record of Thoughts~
Today Will T. Got me with his pie launcher, which I was completely unprepared for.
Trust me, 20 banana, strawberry, pineapple, whipped cream, sour cream, coffee cream, shaving cream, jellybean, black bean, string bean, Lima bean, green pepper, red pepper, orange pepper, yellow pepper, fillet mingon, fish sandwich, and rice, continuously thrown in the face is not a pleasant thing.
Also, TTT was correct in Day 2 part 2, I don't like spiders, but I've gotten better about them.
(August 14, 2015 - 5:26 pm)
TOP
(August 14, 2015 - 7:19 pm)
Are you Will or Air?
(August 14, 2015 - 8:43 pm)
Day 4, Part 1 of 2
"Friends, Romans, counrymen, lend me your ears......" Madeline buries her head deeper into the sleeping bag in hope that no one is going to wake her up. And that, that annoying person reciting speeches will stop.
"l come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, the good is oft interred with their bones. So let it be with Caesar,........" Do please stop it. l don't want to get of of this sleeping bag.
"We are such stuff as dreams are made of........."
Madeline pokes her head out of the sleeping bag. Sunlight streams though the windows, onto many colored sleeping bags and a marble floor, which is odd, because Madeline doesn't remember there being windows or marble floors in the first place.
She looks around and sees Shadowdancer and TARDISrider standing on the huge oak table. They must've been the ones who where making speeches.
"l was trying to sleep." She mumbles, yawning. A few other CBers start waking up as well, no thanks the speeches.
"Wait....." Says Booksy, looking around. "What happened to the alter egos?" For indeed, all of the alter egos have disappeared.
"They vanish'd strangely." Say St. Owl, perched on the table. "Do you know where they went?" Asks Brookeira. "And when was the last time anyone saw them?"
Somebody shrugs. "They were here last night. l woke up first, and they weren't here."
"These are not natural events. They stengthan from strange to stranger."Says Katydid, emerging from around the corner. "The alter egos are nowhere to be seen. l looked everywhere."
(August 15, 2015 - 8:45 pm)
Day 4, Part 2 of 2
"You didn't look here!" Says Shadowdancer, who had run off while Katydid was speaking. She is now standing by a door, that no one remembers being there before.
"l didn't see that door!" protests Katydid.
"Well it's here now. Let's go in."
Clock shakes her head. "You can go, but l'm not. Things are getting weird. l'm staying where it's safe."
"You can say that again!" Will adds. "But what's behind here? We should find out," Shadowdancer pleads. "Who will go with me?"
"l will!" says St. Owl, rushing to Shadowdancer's side.
"And me," TARDISrider says. Madeline looks thoughful. "l don't know. What could be behind that door? Why couldn't we see it?"
"Someone was hiding it," suggusts Brookeira. "For some reason. They didn't want us to find it."
"Speaking of hiding," says Dragonrider, "where's The Teller of Tales when we need The Teller of Tales?"
No one knows. The cloaked figure has disappeared like the alter egos. Somebody is also gone. but no one reallly seems to notice. "We should go," concludes Madeline. "What other option do we have?"
Although the others don't want to admit it, Madeline is right. There is nothing better to do. Dragonrider, Will, Clock, Brookeira, Booksy, and Katydid stay behind while St., Shadowdancer, TARDISrider and Madeline go though the door.
TARDISrider slowly turns the brass knob of the door. "If we don't come back in a hour assume that we are gone," St. Owl calls to the other CBers as they shut the door behind them.
The room is dark, and big. The air smells musty and not the least bit like donuts. And suddenly lights turn on.
"Oh, wow," breathes Shadowdancer, and for a mintue, that is all they can say. They are in a huge library. Floor to ceiling of old, dusty books. But there are not any shelves. The books are piled on top of each other, in big spiraling stacks that look like they will fall over any moment.
"Booksy would love this," says Madeline, walking between plies of books. Her steps stir up dust at every step. She looks at the spines of the books as she passes.
"Beauitful," says St. Owl. "But why would anyone hide this?"
"It's dangerous," says TARDISrider. "These books could crush you." There is a flicker of movement and all four of the CBers spin around.
"What was that?"
There are footsteps and then the plie of books above them begains to tip. Madeline looks up as dust flies all over the place.
"RUN!" she screams, pushing Shadowdancer out of the way. St. Owl tries to run, but she trips over her wings.
With a mighty crash the books fall. Right on top of St. Owl. "ST. !" Yells TARDISrider, running to her. Madeline grabs her by the arm. "More books are going to fall!" she says, choking on the dust. "It's too late for St. Owl! We've got to go!"
Shadowdancer turns to her. "How do you know-" Madeline grabs both of them and opens the door, pushing them though. Behind them, more crashes sound.
With a poof of dust, she slams the door shut. Booksy runs up to them. "What happened? Where's St. Owl?"
"There where books," coughs TARDISrider. "And dust. The books fell on St. Owl. We had to run."
"So you didn't find anyone," says Brookeira. "And lost St."
"Right."
"Well, while you were gone, something happened." Will points to where the hallway used to be. "The walls moved and sealed up this room. The doors, the staircase. Something is happening to the building."
Shadowdancer begain to cry. "We lost St.," she sobs. "And l couldn't do a thing about it." Clock sighs, wishing that people would hurry up and be sensible.
"What time is it?"
"Food time," says Dragonrider.
"Now you're sounding like Spyro," says Brookeira. There is silence as no one thinks of anything to say. "It could be worse."
"Not really....."
"Well, what are we going to do?" Booksy's question hangs in the air. Clock pulls out her watch, that she didn't know she had.
"Why, look, it's midnight!" she exclaims. "And l feel so.....Sleepy...." She collapses. The others stare at her. "Weird," says Katydid.
"But l feel tired," says Madeline, yawning. "And me."
And soon, they are all sleeping.
~~~~~~~~
R.I.P. St. Owl. Rest in books.
(August 16, 2015 - 7:32 pm)
Hmm......Am l Madeline? Hard question, as l am not awere of my idenity.
*Runs off to get pencil and paper*
*A few hours later*
l knew it! l am not Madeline! Or Will! Or Air! Whoo-hoo!
(August 15, 2015 - 9:36 pm)
Are you me? *Gasp*
Dun dun DUUUUNNNNNN!
(August 16, 2015 - 8:39 pm)