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Island Paradise Resort!!!
Island Paradise Resort!!! Please join!
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You are walking into your neighborhood, miserable. You just got out of school, and it's Winter Break. You should be happy, but you aren't. you are going to be stuck in your boring house the whole break, with no access to the Chatterbox. This is because you are grounded.
For reading. Reading!
Well, that isn't exactly the whole story.
The day before yesterday, you were reading an extremely immersing fantasy novel. You were in the middle of a very suspenseful part when your parent yelled,"Lights out!" You tried to argue, but your parent cut you off. "I don't care how good your book is. You need to get some sleep." You wanted to scream that they didn't understand, that you simply had to keep reading. But you kept quiet; there was no use in arguing. You sighed and turned off your lamp.
Five mintues later, you pulled your covers over your head, along with three quilts on top to make sure your flashlight wouldn't shine through and give you away. You turned it on. It was supposed to be used for emergencies only. And this was an emergency. A book emergency.
You continued reading, feeling excited. You wanted to scream with giddy delight when the main character finally kissed that girl, but you could only smile silently. You wanted to punch the wall when the main character's best friend betrayed him, but you could only grit your teeth. Then that charming wizard guy died. You dropped the book, shaking.
"Nooooooooo!" you wailed. "No, no, no, I hate you, author!"
Your bedroom door flew open, and your parent rushed it. It all went downhill from there.
"I am confiscating your book for two da-" your parent started. Suddenly there was a flash, and the room seemed to shudder. For a second, your parent's eyes turned scarlet. Then everything went back to normal, and you forgot all about that weird thing that just occured.
Your parent's voice was cold. "You are grounded. For the entire Winter Break. No screen time, no blogging, and no leaving the house."
Now you are walking home, dead leaves crunching beneath your feet.
You arrive at your house and open the mailbox. Something flies into your hands. It's a letter:
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Dear Chatterboxer and Book Lover,
You have been invited to be in the first group of people to stay at the newly constructed Island Paradise Resort! The Resort sits on a tiny island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. In fact, the entire island is owned by the Resort. We are its only inhabitants. You will be taken to the island on a first-class private jet. Once you arrive, prepare to have a world of fun!
Our Resort is made up of a four-story luxury hotel, a beautiful beach, a small amusement park, a five-star restaurant, multiple relaxation areas, three thrilling waterslides, a peaceful forest, and absolutely no murders!
And the best part is...it's all FREE*!!!
The length of your stay depends on the number of people attending. If you choose, you may bring one AE and/or one CAPTCHA. We will pick you up from your home. Watch for our purple limousine.
We are not responsible for any pain, excruciating pain, deaths, excruciatingly painful deaths, or pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows.
See you there,
Island Manager
*You will have to pay for the popcorn.
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You pack your belongings right away, and as soon as you finish, a shiny violet limousine parks in front of your house. You run outside, dragging your AE and(/or) your CAPTCHA with you. The car door opens, and you get in. Before you know it, you are driven away in a whirl of mauve.
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I will let you all know when we have enough people, and then no more people can join.
And you may start guessing as to who I am starting the moment you join.
submitted by Island Manager, Island Paradise Resort
(June 6, 2016 - 12:58 pm)
(June 6, 2016 - 12:58 pm)
WHAAAAAAAAT
(August 2, 2016 - 12:30 pm)
(August 2, 2016 - 1:57 pm)
Oh, and by the way, I'll only post under The Manager/Owlgirl when I'm releasing a new part.
(August 2, 2016 - 1:57 pm)
(August 2, 2016 - 6:16 pm)
Oh, did I actually join this? Huh. Well, I guess I know what I'll be reading for the next half hour or so.
(August 2, 2016 - 7:42 pm)
@Island Manager: I posted a comment a few pages back, but I don't think you saw it. Anywayzers, I've changed my mind. The story's been going on for a really long time without Brian, Ellak, or Cardinal, so I don't think anyone should come. Sorry for the inconvenience!
(August 3, 2016 - 12:03 am)
Oh, well, you were the first to be killed off (sorry). And I haven't put in your AEs or CAPTCHAs because there's a limit; one AE, one CAPTCHA. I didn't know which was which, or which one you wanted to include, so I didn't mention them. It's not an inconvenience, since they were they weren't mentioned. Sorry I didn't see your other comments.
(August 3, 2016 - 9:49 am)
If this is helpful in anyway, a list of all the CBers who joined, and any CAPTCHAs or AEs they brought:
Shadowmoon- Saphira (AE), Luna (CAPTCHA)
HAB- Dolphin, (CAPTCHA)
September- Cortana (AE)
Kate the Great
Bumblebuddy- Tulip (AE), Spirit-rain (CAPTCHA)
Danie- Squeak (AE)
Marie
Mirax T- Sprankje (AE), Whistler (CAPTCHA)
Brookeira- Masked Piester (AE) Crypto (CAPTCHA)
Hermione A- Teacup (CAPTCHA)
Clouded Leopard- Nougat (AE), Vixtion (CAPTCHA)
(August 3, 2016 - 10:00 am)
Not sure if I posted this already. It's a map of the Island Paradise Resort.
The Cliffs are included, but in the story, you don't know about those, skince there's not any kind of attraction or activity there.
(August 4, 2016 - 2:49 pm)
DAY TEN,
part three
This was the
second time in what felt like a few hours that the Manager’s Hamilton-listening
was interrupted by a screen.
Owlgirl leapt up from her desk, then tripped. Oops, she had forgotten that her headphones were still attached to her iPod. She gently set her headphones down on her white desk and ran to the closet. The door was closed. She tried to
open it, but the doorknob wouldn’t move. It was locked. Dang it, Bumblebuddy, Owlgirl thought.
“Marie, are
you in there?” she called. No reply. Oh no oh no oh no...
Owlgirl
pulled out her key ring, searching for a small rusty one…ah, there it was. She
unlocked the door, hoping to see Marie huddled inside.
Nothing.
Marie wasn’t there. Instead, there was a large hole in the ground, and remains
of the grate scattered about.
The killer has escaped, she thought.
The Manager
ran downstairs. By the time she got to the crime scene and shooed the people
away, telling to go to the lobby, they had all gotten a good look at what had
happened in room D9.
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The CBers
formed a circle, their AE and CAPTCHAs sitting around them. The Manager stood
in a corner, listening.
Tears
glistened in Hermione’s eyes. “Oh, September…poor, poor, September. She was so afraid.
Now she’s gone.”
“Two deaths
in one night...” Bumblebuddy said, gravely.
“…but only
one murder,” Clouded Leopard finished. Everyone nodded in agreement.
“Marie killed
herself?” Cortana asked.
“No. Isn’t it
obvious? September managed to kill Marie,” Danie said.
“Really? I
thought she killed herself too,” someone said.
“I though
what Danie thought,” commented another.
Hermione
sniffled. Her voice was a little shaky, but she managed to say, “Well…let’s
walk through the clues, like in a detective novel, shall we?” More nods of
agreement.
“There must’ve
been a struggle of some sort, because the window was all busted up, and there
was glass everywhere,” Shadowmoon said.
“Those
windows ain’t the strongest! I broke my window when I was blasting pies!” MP
said loudly.
“Marie was
holding a knife. September was stabbed at some point,” Bumblebuddy started them
off.
“September
wasn’t holding anything sharp…” Mirax said thoughtfully.
“There was a
welt on her hand,” the Manager said.
Shadowmoon
gasped. “I saw that too! So September must have been holding a shard of glass,
and stabbed Marie back at the last moment!”
“I guess I
agree,” Hermione said, her voice stronger now, with less emotional wobbling. “But
it all fits a little too well. We need to know if Marie ever even owned a knife,
first of all.” Good thing I have that
little detail taken care of, the killer thought. “Owlgirl, did she include
it on her list? A lot of people, as I recall, packed weapons.”
“I HAVE MY
PIE BLASTER!” MP yelled.
The Manager
frowned. “She didn’t even post a packing list.”
“Highly
suspicious!” Bumblebuddy declared.
“However, I
can go upstairs and search her room. Try not to kill each other while I’m gone.”
How ironic that was. Usually when Owlgirl said that kind of thing, she was
joking. Now she wasn’t so sure.
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(August 4, 2016 - 5:30 pm)
If you want them in the story, Brian and Ellak will come, but they don't have to participate (we're in so many ski lodges already). If you need more info, look on my Information Booth thread in DtE.
(August 4, 2016 - 9:00 pm)
Ugh! I pasted it from Microsoft Word this time, and it came out all weird.
(August 4, 2016 - 9:26 pm)
(August 4, 2016 - 9:26 pm)
(August 5, 2016 - 9:07 am)
Does anybody get the Wicked references? I thought they fit in so perfectly here...
DAY TEN, part three continued
Owlgirl cameback with the bloodstained knife in one hand, and a leather case.
Squeak pushed his square-rim glasses up his nose and asked, “Why are you holding a glasses case?”
“It’s a knife case. This was in Marie’s suitcase, beneath some clothes. The knife fits inside perfectly.”
“So is that evidence enough for you?” Bumblebuddy asked sharply.
The Manager took a deep breath. “Yes. It seems so that Marie, the killer, is dead.”
“Thank goodness,” Hermione sighed.
Some sighed, like Hermione. Some broke out into cheers. Some started blasting pies out the window. (I think we all know who that is.)
Owlgirl spoke up, with a curious sense of déjà vu. “Let us be glad. Let us be grateful…”
Someone recognized the words and turned on a song on their phone. A crisp, high female voice sang out.
“Let us be glad
Let us be grateful
Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue
The wicked workings of you-know-who.”
“Oh, that’s where I got that from!” Owlgirl exclaimed.
“Isn't it nice to know?
That good will conquer evil?
The truth we all believe'll by and by
Outlive a lie
For you and—“
The female voice was interrupted by a group of people’s voices.
“No one mourns the Wicked!
No one cries: ‘They won't return!’”
Owlgirl winced. She liked that song, and loved that musical, but for some reason, the song felt a bit…wrong to her. She was still trying to get her mind around the fact that sweet Marie was the murderer.
“No one lays a lily on their grave
The good man scorns the Wicked!
Through their lives, our children learn
What we miss
When we misbehave…”
The phone ran out of battery, and the music stopped abruptly.
Owlgirl tried not to show her relief. And so did Hermione, who had also been feeling uncomfortable.
“Awwwwww…” Bumblebuddy said. “I liked that song.”
The CBers went out to their activities, feeling elated that they didn’t have to fear death.
Shadowmoon rode the ferris wheel while Saphira flew next to her. Luna ran back and forth across the field excitedly with Teacup riding on her back. Hermione sat on a lawn chair and watched them play while listening to Hamilton. Sprankje decided to hide in the haunted house so they could jump out and scare people. Bumblebuddy went to relax on the beach. Danie and Squeak stayed in their room to watch Netflix. Crypto the cat stayed in Brookeira's room to watch apocalypse and disaster movies. (First up: San Andreas.)
Masked Piester took Cortana to the relaxation area so he could show off his pie-blasting skills. (She though he was trying to impress her, but he was actually planning to shoot a pie in her face at some point.) Whistler managed to get his encyclopedia mode on again, so he went to the giftshop, eager to define every item in there. Nougat went to the beach to try surfing.
Clouded Leopard almost went to the pool, but remembering its bloody history, she instead went to the amusement park with Owlgirl, fangirling over Hamilton the whole time. Life was good.
Haven’t they taken up the phrase “Too good to be true” by now? the killer wondered.
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(August 5, 2016 - 10:01 am)