Day 7

The next morning carried on as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Scylla made an announcement as usual. "Unfortunately it seems as though the entire Room Six was killed off. That's strange... Anyway, we'll reconfigure the rooms today. Come to the Grand Hall for the seating charts and breakfast." The PA system clicked and turned off. The guests roused, slowly making their way to the Hall. Scylla sat waiting at the head of the table as the CBers took their seats. Scylla no longer wore a hood, exposing her scars. Her long dark hair was in a braid. Seraia stood at the foot of Scylla's chair, shuffling some files.  Scylla waved her hands for silence. "Before you begin eating, Seraia will assign rooms. Seraia, begin please." Seraia stepped up to a podium nearby. "Room 1 will consist of Elvina, Sir Galahad, and Ditty," she began. "Room 2 will consist of Balletandbow, Critic A, and Sloth. Room 3 will have Aquina, Volcano Flame, and Taxicab. Room 4 will house Abigail, Shifting Sands, and Meox. Room 5 will have Somebody, Cho, and Cyclone, and Room 6 will house Shadow Dragon, Fruit Basket, and... That's strange. The amount of survivors was supposed to divide evenly into six Rooms. Maybe I missed someone?" Seraia wandered confusedly off. Scylla took up conversation again. "Please note that if Seraia missed anyone and you are that person, you are assigned to Room 6. Breakfast may begin." Everyone began eating. 

Scylla had declared that it was a free day, so naturally the murderer wanted to wreak havoc. It decided to start at the kitten adoption event. This was too sad to describe. In the end, Elsa was sitting on top of the curtains with all the kittens. A tortoiseshell one mewled quietly. Elsa's eyes stretched wide at the sight of the murderer tearing through the small adoption room. The kittens clung, frightened, to her as she waited for the murderer to find her. They padded more quietly now, gazing around the room. Elsa's muscles tightened as she readied herself to leap with the kittens to the escape hatch a yard away. The murderer walked ever closer. Desperate, she tossed the kittens one by one over to the hatch. They scrambled up it, tails waving. As she tossed the last one, the murderer looked over and Elsa's heart stopped. Fast as lightning, she delivered the last kitten up the hatch. The murderer leveled a gun at her, preparing to shoot, as she swished her tail for balance and  leaped. She flung by herself over to a pedestal nearby, setting the murderer's pistol off but escaping safely. A smoking hole was burned into the wall where the solid gold bullet passed through. Elsa was acutely aware of the mewling kittens on the roof of the adoption center. Then she heard a high-pitched wail. A black and white kitten was crouching on the floor. She leaped down to it, transforming into a cat. She swept her tail protectively around it, hissing, as the murderer advanced. Using her body to guard the tiny kitten, she lashed out at the murderer, claws flashing in the light from the windows. Even in all her ferocity, Elsa was no match for the murderer. He/she leveled the pistol at her again, cocking it, and shot. Elsa was only aware of a fiery pain spreading like wildfire through her body, centered at her heart. Blood blossomed out of her as she lay, dying. The murderer's face showed no remorse as he/she kicked her body aside and shot the kitten. Elsa let out a heartrending cry before falling silent. Her flanks stilled, sinking into a puddle of her own blood.

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R.I.B. Elsa. Rest In Blood. There goes an hour and a half of my morning. 

Scylla shifted into semi human form and stood up, tail flicking. She dipped her head to Mischief Maker, tears suddenly welling in her eyes at the sight of the CBers gathered in her small office, willing her on. She smiled joyously, scars fading for a moment. Her emerald green eyes were full of love as she faxed about the office. "You have no idea how much your support means to me," she said quietly. "Especially your praise, Shadow. Coming from you, author of Hotel Le'Faye... Wow. Thanks so much." Scars returning, her expression darkened. "If only it was this easy..." Her voice trailed off. 

Scylla, you can do this. Although I'm dead in the story right now, I know you can keep going. I can tell through your writing that you are a very talented girl, and I'm cheering for you. Keep up your strength, and never give up! 

Scylla looked over the office again, determination lit in her ravaged face. "I will continue," she announced. Her gaze clouded over. "I wonder if- Curio, quit spying! This is for Prismarine Guests' ears only!" Some static that no one had been aware of cracked faintly and stopped. Scylla relaxed. "I will continue," she repeated, a cold look passing over her. "On the morrow."

The dragon shyly smiles, feeling akward. 

"The praise was truly meant. Your writing is grippingly wonderful. Keep up the good work." She hopes that much is conveyed in those simple words.

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Scylla, this has to go on! Keep writing, this is amazing!

Yeah! I can finally post! I know I said I would two days ago but was out of time. :grabs chart of CBers in ski lodge: All set to go!

Day 8

Volcano Flame groaned. "I can't believe we've been here over a week and nothing even remotely exciting happened." Shifting, wearing a maniacal grin, remarked, "I think it's been brilliant! I mean, shark riding and fighting Curio? That's sweet!" The two were in the hall that lead to the Grand Hall. Once they reached it, they noticed that everyone else was there already. Scylla dipped her head in acknowledgment to them as they took their spots at the table. She began the morning announcement. "It appears as though Elsa was not assigned a Room yesterday, which may be why she was assassinated later in the day. Seraia and I will ensure that in the future, you will all have Rooms to stay in so that you will not be targeted." She sighed. "The murders have proved to be unavoidable nonetheless. However, please make a concerted effort to stay safe. Breakfast may begin." 

Once everyone had finished eating, they drifted off to wherever they wanted to go. Meox stumbled by chance onto a trapdoor, falling into the Super Secret Subbasement Of A Lower Elevation Than Florida (SSSOALETFL, also called SOAL by Scylla and her [very small] staff). The SOAL was eerily quiet, and the small cat fluffed out its fur against the draft drifting through the basement. It was lit by a couple dusty lanterns. The corroded stone floors were bare save for cobwebs and a few crates. Meox meowed, eyes big as moons, to break the silence. Its meow seemed to have been swallowed by the silence itself. It gulped anxiously and padded on. The CAPTCHA soon reached a plain oak door that was ajar. Light filtered from it as well as soft music. Delighted, Meox purred and pushed the door open. It was horrified by what it saw.

Meox carefully padded into the room. There were soft, glowing lamps and fuzzy, carpeted floors. A small table held a phonograph that played old music. There were squishy chairs and a crackling fire in the fireplace. It all looked cozy, save for the scene in the center. Fur fluffed out as far as it could and eyes frozen wide in terror, Meox watched Volcano Flame being murdered.

The murderer grinned. It had been waiting a long time to get its hands on Volcano. It had no idea how, exactly, to kill her but decided to wing it. The murderer was unaware of one frightened cat frozen at the doorway. It advanced on Volcano, a bucket of ice water held in hand. Volcano Flame faced it, determination lighting greater fire in her (?) eyes. Fire raced up and down her figure, hands clenched into fists. The murderer whipped the bucket of water from behind its back, startling Volcano. It had guessed right. The only way to kill her was to douse her soulfire in ice water. 

The murderer had no second thought about throwing the bucket at Volcano. The bucket sailed in a graceful arc to land straight on Volcano's head. The water battled with her flames, sizzling and smoking. Volcano looked terrified, rooted to the spot as water and ice cubes dripped down her, putting out her flames. . .  Soon, she was just a pile of ash on the carpet. The murderer tossed the ashes into the fire, watching them burn with a delirious, demented expression that slightly resembled satisfaction. It still didn't notice Meox as it exited the room, fire still smoldering. 

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R.I.E. Volcano Flame. Rest In Embers. 

Admins, please notify me if my ends get too violent. Thank you!

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