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Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

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Every adventure that is offered them ends in murder. Every hotel or cruise ship or dinner party is doomed. So how is it that these foolish people keep getting in line.... well, to put it frankly-- to die? Again and again it happens. But will they be so silly when this one comes to an end?
The pine trees rustle in the breeze as you ride in a dusty car up dirt roads, steep and bumpy.
Tired of looking out the window at the infinite forest, you reach for your iPod, then remember that it's not there. You are going to a two-week-long wilderness survival camp in the Sierra-Nevada Mountains, and no technology is allowed.
Your mom jerks the car to a halt in a hard-packed dirt clearing. You get out and sling your light knapsack over your shoulder, looking around distastefully. There are trees, rocks, dirt, and not much else. It doesn't look like this is going to be very exciting.
Ah, you idiotic creature! This camp will be more exciting than you can understand. It will be so exciting that you will wish it had never happened...
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The Grimscraw Wilderness Survival Camp
Starting October 3
10-12 CBers. No technology, watermelons, or weapons of murder allowed. Space is limited, so you may only bring up to two AEs/CAPTCHAs (ie 1 AE, 1 CAPTCHA, 2 AEs, 2 CAPTCHAs, or 1 each. Or none if you care to do so).
Please fill out and send us this form for you AND every companion:
What do you look like?
What are your thoughts on camping in the wilderness/wildlife in general?
What are you packing? (Keep in mind you will have to carry everything yourself. Also, be warned that at least one person will be bringing along something that was not on their list...)
submitted by Ophelia Grimscraw, The Sierra Nevadas
(September 21, 2016 - 10:51 am)

back to the Pudding's Place
What do you look like?
I have longish (about neck-length) brown hair, black rimmed glasses, and tanned skin. 
What are your thoughts on camping in the wilderness/wildlife in general?
What Esthelle said. 
What are you packing?
the Harry Potter series (why not?)
My Ravenclaw robes (I might not wear them, but why not?)
My wand
My book of Star Trek facts, which I will quote at the most random times much to the chagrin of everyone
A catalogue of Kyngdom Trading Card Game products (now it exists)
My two Æs, Iona (imagine a cute baby) and Hype (basically a twelve year old Lockhart), and my CAPTCHA, Chad (a Puffskein) 
submitted by Remus
(September 30, 2016 - 1:01 pm)
submitted by Grimscraw Topper, The Sierra Nevadas
(September 26, 2016 - 6:17 am)
submitted by 5 more spots!
(September 26, 2016 - 9:04 am)
submitted by Grimscraw Topper, The Sierra Nevadas
(September 26, 2016 - 7:39 pm)
submitted by 1-5 more people, age may join
(September 26, 2016 - 7:39 pm)

I will come! Atlanteans can be killed, but we have ways of... regenerating. (Afterwards, of course.) Pellucid (AE) is virtually unkillable. Note i said virtually. Wingnut (CAPTCHA) can be killed but is rather good at getting out of sticky situations.  Anywho, this sound fun!

Packing:

Necessities

Eragon

Blueish teal lightweight armor

Chocolate

Survival kit

Pellucid:

Camera (obviously!)

Prank camera (squirts water and more!) 

Dynamo flashlight 

Pie  

Wingnut:

Dont need anit hing (I dont need anything)

submitted by Aquina W., age 13ish, Atlantis
(September 27, 2016 - 5:58 pm)

We have reached an acceptable amount of CBers for this story, but spots are still open until the first installment, on October third. Probably the evening before then I will post a list of who has joined.

In the meantime, I would be greatly obliged if Autumn Leaves could post her answers to the questions? No hurries, Autumn-- there are several days yet before we begin. Just making sure you haven't forgotten!

Thank you, Autumn, and everyone else who has joined! You may begin guessing who I am immediately, but my answers will be encorporated into the story as I write it. 

submitted by @Autumn Leaves, Ophelia Grimscraw
(September 28, 2016 - 1:10 pm)
submitted by Begins tomorrow!
(October 2, 2016 - 11:59 am)
submitted by Top!
(October 2, 2016 - 12:00 pm)
Thank you, all, for joining  this great adventure. Spots are now closed. Here is a list of who has joined:
1. Kestrel
Fia
Gossamer
2. HAB
3. September
Chester
Cortana
4. Daisy
Bolton
Beth
5. Icy
6. Moonlight
7. Autumn Leaves
8. Booksy Owly
Wordsy
9. Esthelle
10. Aquina
Wingnut
Pellucid
11. Remus
Iona
Hype
Chad
submitted by Ophelia Grimscraw, The Sierra Nevadas
(October 3, 2016 - 8:10 am)

DANG IT, I TOTALLY FORGOT I JOINED THIS. I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING. 

No, seriously, I'm really sorry. :(

Here's mine. 
What do you look like? Thick, auburn hair that's more on the brown side, brown eyes, pale skin. Always wears fall clothing, whatever the weather. 
What are your thoughts on camping in the wilderness/wildlife in general? Um, I hate bugs, but love the woods, especially in the fall. 
What are you packing? An assortment of fall clothing in a red and gold backpack, my portable library, a pencil and paper (even though pencils can be deadly) a dictionary, and a ball of yarn complete with a crochet hook. Also, a canteen and "SUPERMEGA BUG KILLER BUGSPRAY!!!! (Complete with electric flyswatter)"
Name: Echosong, an AE.  
What do you look like? Slightly curly chocolate brown hair, hazel eyes, alight sprinkling of freckles. 
What are your thoughts on camping in the wilderness/wildlife in general? I love the woods! It's so quiet, and I love doing my art there. 
What are you packing? A sketchbook and colored pencils, as well as a backpack filled with art supplies. And my flute. And other necessities. 
Name: Luna, my CAPTCHA.  
What do you look like? A gray wolf with blue eyes. 
What are your thoughts on camping in the wilderness/wildlife in general? * i'm a wolf. I'll leave you to figure that out.* 
What are you packing? * packing is for lame humans like Autumn.*
Again, really sorry, and I can't wait for this to start! 
submitted by Autumn Leaves
(October 4, 2016 - 9:40 am)

No worries, Autumn. Your only punishment will be to be put on daily fish-cleaning duty for the next mllenium.  

No, no, no! Don't look so scared, my dear. I don't mean any of it... except for what I do mean.

submitted by Ophelia Grimscraw, The Sierra Nevadas
(October 4, 2016 - 4:04 pm)
Sorry this is a day late, and that it is so long. Hope you enjoy anyway! I will try to make sure everyone has done something of at least slight import by the end of next section, so if you're not in this one that much, don't worry.
And without further ado... 
October 17, 1981
2:22 am
Torrential rain pounds onto the windshield of a sleek Ford Versailles so hard and fast that the wipers only made the visibility worse, moving some droplets off to be replaced by twice as many almost instantly. The night is so dark that if he didn't known the roads so well, Dr. Emil J. Cohen could have easily driven off them miles before. His wife, Parvana Florence Cohen, sits tensely in the seat next to him, but their children, Phineas and Anya, doze off in the back.
The car speeds onto a long dam that doubles as a bridge across the wide Oroville River, the rain lashing relentlessly against it.
Then the world seems to slow down. Out of the darkness comes two bright lights. Headlights. Hurtling towards the Cohens.
The truck acts as a battering ram, smashing the Ford Versailles through the protective railing so it falls off the bridge for many feet and onto a small island in the low side of the dam. The gas tank explodes. There are no survivors-- that would be impossible.
~
Four hours later, Parvana Cohen awakes in her own bed, and started scribbling in a notebook full of scientific theories. Dr. Emil J. Cohen goes downstairs and makes himself a cup of coffee.
When news comes over the radio about the car wreck, it said that the bodies have been mangled beyond recognition, and no one can tell who has been killed or how they fell off the bridge.
Because no one will ever know what really happened that night. Not even the Cohens.
Present Day
8:00 am
HAB stifled a yawn in the sleeve of his sweatshirt. Waking up at five in the morning, discovering that Spyro had eaten all of his favorite cereal as a midnight snack and left the empty (and slightly singed) box in the cupboard, then sitting in the car for several hours and hiking for one more was, in his opinion, not a very good way to start the day.
And that was excluding Ophelia Grimscraw.
Whispers about her floated around the group.
"Where is she taking us?"
"Why is she making us call her Sergeant Grimscraw?! It's ridiculous!"
"What is she wearing?"
"I'd think that would be obvious," HAB said, glancing behind him at Autumn Leaves, who had voiced the last remark. Indeed, though she dressed almost entirely in camouflage print, Ophelia Grimscraw was impossible to miss, possibly because the camouflage was a bright pink. On her feet and all the way up her lower legs she wore horrendous lace-up hiking boots with very high heels. And her face was entirely covered by a huge hat with an opaque black veil.
"Who put her in charge?" Esthelle murmured to Remus. HAB didn't doubt that the employer's name began with Ophelia and ended with Grimscraw.
"I know, right? She makes me think of Umbridge," Remus replied.
The sky above was grey as they ascended a steep hill. Dark fir trees loomed over them. A few late flowers stood out as specks of pink and blue and gold among the tall dry grass. HAB shivered as a breeze cut into him, and pulled his sweatshirt around himself more tightly.
Finally "Sergeant" Grimscraw called a halt at a place where there were many decrepit logs and boulders. Any of their number who had remaining energy saw them as a natural jungle gym. The rest (and the majority) merely saw a place to sit down, and everyone did so.
All, that is, but September.
"Excuse me?" September asked tentatively.
"What is it, Septimus?" Sergeant Grimscraw asked, turning, one hand still in the tiny cyan bag which was her only luggage.
"It's SEPTEMBER!" Cortana said loudly, unable to keep her mouth shut.
"No, no. It's October now. You really should go to school more, young idiot." Grimscraw's voice remained cool and even.
"That's not what I meant--"
"Um, could you show me where the bathrooms are?" September said hurriedly, probably trying to keep things from being worse than they already were.
Sergeant Grimscraw gave a half snort which could have been called a laugh, the reached into her duffle bag and pulled out a roll of toilet paper and an orange plastic trowel. "I believe there are a couple nice big trees around that away," she said, offering the objects to September and pointing out into the woods.
September blushed and sprinted away.
"ughg!" said Chester disapprovingly.
"Isn't she awful!" Cortana said, shaking her head at Grimscraw and probably shaking her fist mentally.
"We should really do something about her," said Kestrel, musing.
"I could use my prank camera on her," Pellucid said conspiratorial tones.
"I could shoot hailstones at her," Icy suggested.
"Maybe we should think these things through before doing them?" Beth started, but was drowned out by Booksy's counterpart.
"I know!" said Wordsy. "We should have, like, a revolution! And--"
"YOU WANT A REVOLUTION? I WANT A REVELATION! SO LISTEN TO MY DECLARATION!"
Moonlight grabbed the ten dollar bill sitting on a nearby rock and stuffed it into her pocket.
"Sorry, I must have set the volume too high. Er, continue?"
But the sudden burst of song had drawn the attention of Grimscraw, who seemed to be looking in their direction.
"Tell you later," Wordsy muttered.
~
They hiked all that afternoon over seemingly endless plains of white granite boulders, speckled with black. The rough surface of the rock caused not a few scraped knees, hands, and elbows. There were no markers or trails, and to the great disappointment of many the CBers had to rely on the direction of Sergeant Grimscraw, who kept so close that Wordsy didn't have a chance to share her idea.
Finally they were at the top of an extremely steep hill. They scrambled down through the dense trees, and found themselves in a clearing barely a few yards away from a lake.
For a minute all were still and silent, gazing at the round blue water. Scattered across it were islands, and on the opposite bank one could glimpse tall granite cliffs.
"It's beautiful," murmured Esthelle.
Daisy let out a long breath. She had been expecting to have to keep an eye on Bolton and his love life every minute of this camp. Instead, she had to deal with Grimscraw. But so far nothing was that horrible. If they were staying at this beautiful lake she felt she could face anything.
That is, until a roar and a shrill cry for help pierced the air.
~
Beth had lingered behind with the murderer, who had told her they had something wonderful to show her. A little shy of that person in general, Beth was a bit nervous, but didn't know how to say no, and decided she didn't really want to anyway.
As soon as the others had gone, the murderer had swiftly bound and gagged Beth, fixing her to a tree. Then they ran as a black bear pounded out of the trees.
~
RIBH Beth
(Rest In Bear Hairs)
~
(PS: What appear to be plotholes are only potholes. Meaning they shall be filled. Possibly.) 
submitted by Ophelia Grimscraw, The Sierra Nevadas
(October 4, 2016 - 4:42 pm)
submitted by Nooo! It unformatted, Sorry
(October 4, 2016 - 7:25 pm)

BETH!!!

*cries for a few hours*

This is all Grimscraw's fault! It will HAIL on her luxury cabin tonight. *screams* IT WILL HAIL. AND IF I'M NOT IN A BETTER MOOD, THE DOOR WILL BE FROZEN SHUT.

*blasts a hamilton song montage, with every song smacked into one.*

YOU WANT A REVOLUTION? I WANT A REVELATION! SO LISTEN TO MY DECLARATION! CUZ' I CAN'T THROW AWAY MY SHOT!

*goes into being a Skylar Sister with Chilly* 

 

submitted by Icy, age 12!!!, The Forest
(October 4, 2016 - 7:55 pm)
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