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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.
submitted by The Teller of Tales, Hotel Le'Faye
(August 2, 2015 - 2:28 pm)
(August 2, 2015 - 2:28 pm)
*hugs*
(August 21, 2015 - 6:16 am)
What? Crackers don't exist? Oh dear. *Looks for crackers* *Can't find any crackers*
Noooooooo.............
And two of my crazy roommates gone! Yay! l will never have to deal with them again!
(August 20, 2015 - 8:17 pm)
Well that was probably the strangest experience of my life, and that's saying a lot. I was there, and then I... wasn't, I guess. But those crackers were good. I love crackers. And I got the peacock feather! At least, I think I did...
Does anything exsist here? Do I exsist? OM MY GOSH! *gasp* I fell through the crack in the bedroom wall! I've never exsisted! But if I didn't exsist, then I wouldn't be thinking this, and if I wasn't thinking this, I wouldn't have a peppermint fudge pie.
Wait, where did that come from?
Taxicab says zimy. Zip my what, Taxi?
(August 20, 2015 - 7:45 pm)
THE CRACKERS ARE A LIE!!!
Waaaaaaiit.
WAAAAAAAIIIIIT!!!
THAT IS A REFERENCE TO PORTAL.
Teller, you are someone who plays Portal!
Hotairballoon? Chocabookaholic? Shadow?
Fruity: zpun!
Somebody: Ze pun? But "The Cake is a Lie" isn't a pun...
(August 20, 2015 - 9:22 pm)
My world is falling apart. My empire of dreams, my gilded fantasies, all dying. But, no, l mustn't. l mustn't collasap in dispair.
Put on that mask of a name, don the cloak, and don't let anyone see who you really are.
Yes, l am Shadow. Not like it makes any diffrence. But, Somebody, l don't ever recall having said that l played Portal.
Oh well.
@Katydid: l am a cloaked figure. The others are hooded figures. Don't forget that.
(August 21, 2015 - 1:07 pm)
Ahem. Silvery knew Still Alive. Still Alive is from Portal. To know it, you have--
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(August 21, 2015 - 4:46 pm)
Whoa! Mind explosion!!! Shadow! *Gasps*
I never suspected it!!
And my apologies, Hoods, not cloaks.
(August 21, 2015 - 5:14 pm)
No no no no no I will not spread the word.
I won't do it doggy.
I won't.
(August 21, 2015 - 6:33 pm)
Good.
(August 21, 2015 - 8:51 pm)
YOU GOT THE REFERENCE!!!
You are my new best friend. :3
(August 21, 2015 - 9:02 pm)
Haha, yeah... I guess I'm not the only person in the world who has a slightly demented obsession with horror stories :P
(August 22, 2015 - 10:24 am)
PASTAAAAAA~
(August 22, 2015 - 2:12 pm)
Always watches?!?! Huh?
I'm so confused.
(August 21, 2015 - 9:16 pm)
If you don't get the reference, trust me, you do not want to know.
(August 22, 2015 - 12:13 am)
Bonus Day: Whatever happened to the other CBers?
Booksy was there, the that strange room with the other CBers, and then she wasn’t. Which, of course, is strange in of itself.
“We are agents from the vague-yet-menacing government agency.” A voice hissed in her ear. “Do not try to escape. We have you surrounded.”
Booksy gulps. “What do you want?”
“Money. Power. Information. Donuts and crackers.”
“W-w-well l don’t have any of those, l’m useless to you.”
It is pitch-black in the room and Booksy can’t see the agent. “And where are my friends?”
“We’re he-”
“Shhhh!”
Was that Spyro? It sure sounded like him. “They aren’t really here,” says the agent, a little too loudly.
“l heard that!” says Brookeira. “We are really here! Don’t listen to them!”
“l didn’t in the first place.”
Booksy turns around and and accidently hits the agent. “Ow! Watch where you’re going!”
“l can’t when l can’t see.”
“Halt!” cries the agent. “l’ve got-” Thump.
Someone flicks the light switch. The room is metal with a single door. The agent is collapsed on the floor, no one knows what happened to him.
Feather tries the door and it opens to a hallway, like the room. Metal walls, bright lights. No sign of anyone.
They creep down the hallway, around a corner into a large room. There is a person dressed all in black, leaning against the wall.
He jumps up as the CBers enter. “Who are you?”
“Hungry,” says Spyro.
“Lost,” says TARDISrider.
“Intimidating.” Says Somebody.
“This is suspicious,” says the person. “l must report you to the vague-yet-menacing government agency.
He pulls an old rotary dial phone from his pocket, and begins to spin the dial around.
“Don’t!” exclaims Madeline. “We’re normal! Completely normal!”
Shadowdancer gives her a look that says. We aren’t the least bit normal.
“You don’t look normal,” says the person.
“We’re just, er, passer-bys,” says Silvery, then whispering to the CBers. “We need to run.” Because, of course, running solves everything. “One...Two...Three...RUN!” But they are not running. They are falling and very fast.
They land in a swimming pool in a familiar room. Dim, black stone. And the water is cold.
“Ahh!” cries Silvery. “l can’t swim!!” But she isn’t even touching the water. She is floating. The others swim to the edge and climb out, cold.
They glance around nervously and head to where they remember the door to be, along with the floating Silvery, who is quite smug over the fact that she didn’t wet.
(August 21, 2015 - 9:28 pm)