You stroll along

Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

You stroll along

You stroll along the beardwalk at the beach where you're spending your vacation. The seagulls caw and create a deafening cacophony, but you don't mind. The waves rhythmically crash on the shore. You have only been here for a day, but love it already. Beachgoers set up umbrellas and towels, putting sunscreen on their squirming kids. A paper airplane glides on the sea breeze to land next to you. Out of curiosity, you pick it up. It has your name on it. You unfold it and read the message in it. It says:

Dear CBer,

You have been invited to the Annual Luau of Amazingness at a small island not far from where you are! A boat will come by where you are standing right now to pick you up to go. You will know it because it is bright green and says 'SEA LAND' on it. It will come in two days' time, so be sure to pack your AEs, CAPTCHAs, and any other miscellaneous items! (including machinery, lathes are encouraged) We will not be held responsible for any CBers drowning, getting mauled by sharks, stolen by Krakens, etc. Have fun!

Seraia C., CEO of Sea Land Inc.

You shrug and go back home to pack.

One of you is the murderer, everyone else dies! This is the first time I've done this. Good luck! "No one here is getting out alive!" 

submitted by Story Spinner
(November 26, 2015 - 4:09 pm)

back to the Pudding's Place

Still reading and enjoying every day!

submitted by Aquina W., age 13, Atlantis
(February 15, 2016 - 9:51 am)

Keep posting, Scylla. I am still reading it and I love it!!

submitted by Gost of Elvina
(February 19, 2016 - 9:32 am)

Yay, you're still here! Alright, I'll continue on day 16. Sorry, but it'll be short.

• • •
The murderer was up when the water was still dark, and dug through its trunk for the hidden compartment. It unlocked the drawer and opened it. Inside, there was a piece of folded cloth, silvery and silky smooth. The murderer delicately lifted it out, the fabric rippling as the murderer shook it out. Where its hand touched the fabric, it disappeared. The murderer put the fabric in its pocket for safekeeping, and closed the chest. It grinned. It was time to use its invisibility cloak.
• • •
In the morning, breakfast was dismal. After everyone finished eating, Scylla left. Cho leaped agilely on top of the table, announcing that she was about to make a speech. The murderer quickly excused itself to go to the bathroom, and once it was out of sight, whipped the invisibility cloak over its body. It silently padded back to the dining hall, where Cho was beginning. "I know we're all sad, and this hotel experience isn't very fun, and we're grieving for our lost friends, but look on the bright side! There's good food, the deaths are well written, the games are usually fun, and we're still alive!" She looked over the small crowd of remaining CBers, and continued. "I'm sorry if you're the murderer, but you're probably having a better time than we are. But I propose we forget the sadness and gloominess and have fun! Enjoy ourselves!" Everyone cheered. Shadow Dragon yelled up, "How do we know that you're not the murderer?" Cho frowned. "Because I'm telling you so right now!" And at that moment, the murderer crept up behind her on the table and struck her dead. Everyone gasped. Shadow Dragon nudged her body, which had fallen on the floor. "Is she dead?" Meox settled onto her chest, listening for a heartbeat. She nodded. Shadow sighed. "So much for cheerfulness," she sighed.
• • •
R.I.W Cho. Rest In. . . . We don't know.
submitted by Story Spinner, age 9 lives, Hotel Prismarine
(February 19, 2016 - 7:33 pm)

This is actually Day 17. Sorry about the confusion! I'll be posting Day 18 and Day 19 in the next post.

submitted by SS
(February 20, 2016 - 7:30 pm)

Day 18

The next day, there was an announcement in the speakers as soon as everyone was awake. "Hotel Prismarine is shifting," the PA buzzed. "There will be an 'all-clear' bell when it's over. Please stay in your rooms until the move is over. Repeat, please stay in your rooms until the move is over. This is not a drill. There will be a Reagent to guide you to the newly-relocated Great Hall." The occupants of Room 1 (Shadow Dragon and Abigail S.) were digging through a chest of Self-Summoning item charms, looking for something to do. Shadow found a Tablet-Summoning charm. She read the incantaion on its back, and a tablet appeared with a faint pop into her hand. She started messing around, and Abigail Summoned a laptop. In Room 2, the CAPTCHAs were wasting time. In Room 3, nothing happened. Sir G. and Ditty fell asleep again. Then, after what seemed like days, the bell rang. There were color-changing Reagents outside each door, and the journey ti the Great Hall was considerably different. When they were seated, Scylla said, "There appears to be a new turret. A Reagent will guide you to it if you wish to explore."

Everyone followed the Reagent (also rainbow) to the turret. It was filled with. . . . nothing. The only thing in it was a giant wading pool filled with a shiny liquid at the bottom. A hoop shone, gleaming, beside the pool. The turret was very tall, circular, and looked perfect for flying in. Sir Galahad walked over to the shiny stuff. "Hey, guys, this stuff is bubble juice! I think we're supposed to make bubbles around ourselves!" Everyone put on special bubble resistent boots and Meox stepped into the pool. Abigail took the hoop, dipped it in bubble juice, and made a bubble around Meox. Surprisingly, it held, and Meox drifted up, stuck in the bubble. Each of the CBers made a bubble around his/herself, and floated up. They bounced off the walls, bumped into eachother, and learned how to control the bubbles. It was a wonderful feeling, to be soaring inside a bubble.

The murderer knew exactly how it would kill its next victim. It was fortunate, it thought, to have brought a pushpin in its pocket. It saw who was at the top of the turret, ensured that they were isolated, and drifted up to meet them. It was Fruit Basket who was at the top of that turret, and the murderer carefully slipped the puhpin up its sleeve and stuck its arm out of the bubble. It flipped the pushpin out, into its hand, and stuck the pin right through Fruity's bubble. The CAPTCHA, helpless, tumbled through the turret and landed with a dull thud on the floor. It was dead.

R.I.B.J Fruit Basket. Rest In Bubble Juice.

Day 19

It was the middle of the night. The murderer decided to kidnap Meox. It scrambled into the corridor outside the Rooms, trying to remember which one Meox was in. Right! it remembered. Meox is in Room 2! It noiselessly opened Room 2's door, pleased to find both occupants asleep. Finding Meox, it swished a bag over her head. Her cries were stifled as the murderer carried her away, closing the Room 2 door with a soft click. The murderer took the bag with Meox to the SSSOALETFL, which had become a favorite spot of its to kill. It closed the door in the nicely furnished room, then let Meox out. The kitty looked around, bewildered, then uttered a single, small, "Mew." The murderer laughed, throwing its head back. Then it took out a sprig of Catsbane (smells extraordinarily similar to catnip, cats can't tell the difference) and held it in front of Meox. Meox unwittingly ate it, purring, then spasmed. Coughs racked her body, then convulsions, and she collapsed. Her flank stopped moving. She lay in the fuzzy carpet, her body there forever.

R.I.F. Meox. Rest In Fuzz. Hallia says meom, which is like Meox. Hallia says that in Meox's memory.

submitted by Story Spinner
(February 20, 2016 - 8:00 pm)

Still reading, dontcha worry!

submitted by Abigail S., age 11, Nose In a Book
(February 21, 2016 - 11:21 am)

No! I died! I was supposed to be the murderer!

submitted by The ghost of Cho
(February 21, 2016 - 7:39 am)

No, you weren't! The murderer is confidential. Top secret!

submitted by Story Spinner
(February 21, 2016 - 12:04 pm)

I'm really running out of ways to write up your deaths!! Day 20 (we've gone so far!!!)

• • •
Shadow Dragon wanted the ski lodge to end. What was the point? Why watch everyone die and do nothing? Was it just a showcase of writing skills and something to fill time with? She lay, awake, these questions spinning faster and faster in her head. Abigail wasn't helping at all. She just mumbled something and went back to sleep.
• • •
Later that day, the activity was war games. Very dangerous, right? With authentic Roman armor and weapons. Scylla's strict instructions were to have fun, and NOT KILL EACH OTHER. The murderer was supposed to find a different way to kill someone that day. So naturally, it didn't listen. In the heat of battle, it crept up behind Ditty. Ditty, completely unawares, was fighting an animated dummy. Rather creepy, if you ask me. So Ditty wasn't expecting to be impaled with a javelin, of course. She fell into a puddle of. . . . melted ice cream, actually. Everyone stopped fighting, including the murderer, and stared at Ditty's body. And then they noticed how few of them left that there were, which led to them worrying about who was the murderer.
submitted by Story Spinner
(February 22, 2016 - 10:33 am)

How many people are there left, six?

 

submitted by Ghost Of Aquina W., age Undead, Ghost Place
(February 22, 2016 - 5:21 pm)

Actually, I think there's less than six. Let me think- Shadow Dragon, Sir Galahad, Abigail S., and. . . and. . .? I don't know! I'll consult my list.

submitted by Story Spinner
(February 22, 2016 - 6:33 pm)

I was in a hurry and forgot to add-

R.I.I. Ditty. Rest In Icecream.
submitted by Story Spinner
(February 22, 2016 - 6:30 pm)

Dangit.

submitted by Ditty
(February 22, 2016 - 6:59 pm)

Yay!!! I only have to write three more days! And an epilogue. Now here's Day Twenty-One.

• • •
The remaining guests now each had their own room. Another room was formed during the move, and that made four rooms. Each room had been remodeled, and was as following:
•Sea green four post beds, with ebony wood.
•Sky blue walls with the ocean painted on them.
•The traditional full-wall window.
•An ebony desk with a lamp, assorted drawers with paper and writing supplies, and a computer.
•A sea blue couch.
•And Prismarine-spun carpet floors.
These rooms were quite comfortable. It was a shame that the CBers would only be in them for three more days and no less. The murderer was excited. The time drew near for it to reveal itself, and kill the last victim... It grinned, shivering with anticipation. It was so anxious to kill that it slipped a timed firecracker in Taxicab's mail slot. It listened blissfully to the explosion, bang, and crash that told it the firecracker had done its job. The day's death had happened before breakfast had even started.
• • •
R.I.Y.R Taxi. Rest In Your Room.
• • •
WHO'S LEFT?
Abigail S.
Shadow Dragon
Sir Galahad
submitted by Story Spinner
(February 23, 2016 - 10:36 am)

This is getting exciting!!! Who is the murderer!??

submitted by Gost of Elvina
(February 23, 2016 - 12:37 pm)
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