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It's night. You'r
It's night. You're sitting in your bed, staring out the window, searching for something lost. But you can't remember what it is, or was. All you know is that it's out there...it's important...and it was once yours.
Perhaps you never used it, perhaps you did--once, maybe twice. Or more. But for some strange reason, you can't remember if you did or didn't. Or what effect it had on you. Or...where it is now.
As you awoke from a particularly bland and boring dream, the memory that you were missing this...thing slid into your head. As you sat in a haze between asleep and awake, you stared outside, scouring the landscape that, for one fleeting moment, was no longer the familiar world you saw every day.
So here you are, staring outside, searching.
And then you finish waking up.
And here you are, trying to remember what you were just doing.
Hm, you think, smacking your dry lips. The covers rustle as you reach for your water glass, which sits by your lamp on your nightstand like it does every night. That's really wierd...I can't remember my dream. It seemed important--almost real. Your hand meets cold glass and you close your fingers around it. You bring it to your lips for a satisfying sip, but you realize that it's empty.
"Darn," you whisper. You'll have to get out of bed to fill it up--but it's really cold, and you don't have socks on.
Eh, it's no big deal. You'll fill it up.
Throwing the covers to the side, you haul yourself out of bed. With every footstep towards the kitchen all memory of strange dreams and searches leaves you, and by the time you return to your comfy nest of blankets with your full cup of water, the night seems almost normal. That is, until you glance outside the window.
Something moves across the front of the moon, which is full and shines right through the middle of your window, lighting up your comforter. What could it have been? It seemed familiar...And perhaps it's the fact that you're still half asleep, half awake that you can sense it, but a powerful force beats from it. Calling you. Presenting opportunities that you absolutely cannot miss.
Without any hesitation you get back out of bed, but before you can even leave your bedroom you notice a puddle of water near your nightstand.
So that's where all my water went, you realize. I must've knocked it over. Upon closer inspection you realize that there's writing on the carpet, glowing faintly yellow from under the patch of wetness.
The writing is so interesting you don't even realize how strange it is that the puddle isn't soaking into the carpet, or wonder how the words got there. In fact, the words don't even seem scary to you, despite their suspicious nature.
Hello, person! You are one of the lucky few CBers to be chosen to go on a nice, relaxing, beautiful vacation over Lake Lelillo! (Lay-LIH-loh) If you do indeed come, and we absolutely hope you do decide to, you will be given a free getaway from work, school, and empty water glasses! Here at Lake Lelillo, you will have all-day access to the lake itself, the fun attractions, the ice cream stands, the hot dog stands, the hamburger stands, the steak stands, the spagghetti stands, and any other stand marked with a silver star. (Which is all of them, so please don't forget!) Your rooms will be huge and most of them will even overlook the lake! They will of course be inside our one and only Luxury Lake House, which you will live in until your stay comes to a close. Remember this is all completely free, free free! Please pack your things, bring an AE and/or CAPTCHA if you'd like, and wait with them by the nearest stream at sunrise tomorrow morning. As we always say: All inlets lead to Lelillo!
~Your Soon-to-be Chaperones,
Cassy and Lily of Lake Lelillo
How you read all that small print was beyond you. Will you go? It certainly seems relaxing enough. The choice is yours to make.
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I'll tell you all when the spots are closed, so join while you still can!
Please note that this is my second ski lodge, and it's kind of linked to my first. In a sense, it's the next part. I don't know if I should call it a part two, or what, but some things might reference the first ski lodge. Don't worry--I'm not going to make things super confusing. I'll explain things as I go--and I really need new CBers to join in. But I also need some CBers from my previous ski lodge to come. ('Course, they don't have to join if they don't want to; I'll understand.)
Here's another clue (if you didn't catch the others...) for the CBers who were in my first ski lodge, or read it, and wanted to be in this one:
What do you get when you cross a scorpion and a sloth?
Hehe, my alias isn't going to last the day. :D
submitted by Your Chaperones, Cassy and Lily
(January 1, 2017 - 11:51 am)
(January 1, 2017 - 11:51 am)
The next set of words is S-I-T-T-I-N-G R-O-O-M
Everyone, look in the sitting room next!
(BTW, awesome writing, Micearenice! Love the code.)
(November 29, 2017 - 12:01 pm)
Thanks, Brooklyn Newsie! :D
(November 30, 2017 - 10:47 am)
@A Ghost -- No; sorry about the abrupt cutoff. I wasn't quite done with the clue yet, but now it's finished. Here it is:
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On the paper was another sequence of numbers--1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8; each one set underneath a blank line running across the top of the paper. Below that was a list of meaningless words, followed by a very lengthy poem:
Aurora
Cirrus
Ebony
Deadfall
Tundra
Mirage Candid
Petrichor
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Aurora's undulating luster
returned by a desert of white:
somber, silent solemnity
answered by the call of the wind
Cirrus, a fading shadow
Ice, like a river of crystals
Its own story to tell, but so little time
Chased, shrinking--
gone
Ebony, a void around you
Bones in the earth and
Shadows in a darkened cave
Deeper, cutting deeper
Against, obsidian white
The deadfall, like a hidden mountain
In thundering silence waits
Calling, faking innocence
Silent leaves blow:
One step--
You're swallowed
The dangers of passion, ambition, and pride
Manifest in naught but a single puddle
Hope, that which stirs the human mind
Brings forth a broken form;
Your dreams are gone--
Mirage
A beam of sun upon the earth
Glimmers through the trees:
Like a smile across a face
Light in a dark place
The candid smile is hope
Mist, and warmth
The gentle spray
Rises up, swirling
Muted colors through the gray
Steamy shadows; dancing rain
Petrichor: an earthy scent
A swath of white,
A pearl of shadow
The evervescent craters lull you with their song
Surreal land
Wispy dreams--
Fortuous moonscape
And of none but one of all, to be meekest in form,
one long-sought prize
brought forth, nameless;
The air around you,
The past behind you
Intangible yet somehow there
Like shadows, but more; think deeper:
All things aside,
The only one that means its name
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What do you guys think? Any thoughts or translations? Here's the official Clue #2 picture, lengthy poem not included:
(November 30, 2017 - 11:08 am)
Aw, my indents disappeared. If the poem seemed hard to read, that's why.
(November 30, 2017 - 1:23 pm)
IMPORTANT NOTICE:
Okay, so I just realized that I made a mistake with the 'random words' above the poem, both in the image of Clue #2 and in the typed clue. I changed 'TUNDRA' to 'MOONSCAPE' in the poem but forgot to change it everywhere else. Sorry for the confusion--just realize that 'Tundra' should be 'Moonscape' wherever you see it above.
(November 30, 2017 - 1:38 pm)
(December 7, 2017 - 1:41 pm)
(December 11, 2017 - 4:57 pm)
Dragonrider stopped reading. "What's this all about?"
"It was describing the list," Hotairballoon explained. "Aurora, Cirrus, Ebony, Deadfall, Mirage, Candid, Petrichor, Moonscape..."
"What's the list for, then?" wondered Owlgirl.
"Maybe it's another first-letter riddle," Elvina suggested.
"No," Hotairballoon said. "I think...these are the names for the cups. Code names. And this list here is where we write down which goes where."
"I think you're right, Hotairballoon," Poetic Panda. "But if that's the case, then what's the last part of the poem?"
HAB shrugged.
"And of none but one of all, to be meekest in form--"
"Of none..." Nighthawk repeated. "What does that mean? Not among something?"
"Maybe it's not--no, no, that can't be," Autumn Leaves said.
"Well..." began Briar. "I think it's describing the minty water glass. See how it says it's meekest in form? And 'one of all'. The only one we really want to find. Makes sense, right?"
The CBers contemplated the poem once again. The best they could figure was that the final part of the poem described the glass of water, which was disguised among the other glasses and was secretly innocent. It seemed redundant, as the murderer had already told them this, but the theory seemed to fit.
"All things aside, the only one that means its name..." muttered Cinderpelt. "Wait a minute..." A fleeting thought passed through her brain, but too quickly for her to catch it. Something was wrong here. Brought forth, nameless...and then it describes stuff we can't see. Um...nothing? And if it's 'of none'...agh, too much to think about!
Everyone was talking too loudly. She couldn't concentrate.
"Guys...oh, nevermind."
The CBers felt the need to rush, and rush they did. They had figured out a theory that sort of worked, and that was the one they'd use. They seemed to have forgotten that there was no time limit. They could go on for as long as they didn't need water.
"We know what this is, then. It's a list, partially to freak us out, partially to help us stay organized," Poetic Panda said. "But there's not really a clue here--"
The CBers groaned. Would they have to analyze the entire poem?
"Wait--there's more on the back!" Dragonrider exclaimed. The CBers breathed a sigh of relief as Dragonrider began to read the next poem aloud:
CLUE 1:
3-9-18-18-21-19:
It is always to the right
Unless It is to the left
The next clue is not here; you will have to travel far--the echo holds your answer
(December 31, 2017 - 10:07 am)
Happy birthday, Lake Lelillo! Here, I got you a present...It's a 'top'.
Top top tippity top top!!!
(January 1, 2018 - 10:29 am)
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“The Echo?” someone queried.
“Which…” Dragonrider murmured.
“What do you think those numbers mean?” Autumn Leaves asked.
“Maybe...three is C…” Booksy said. “And nine is…” She counted up the letters on her fingers. “I. Nine is I. Eighteen is--R--”
“21 must be U and 19 has to be S!” declared Poetic Panda triumphantly. The CBers counted the letters on their own fingers and found it to be true.
“So this clue has to do with Cirrus,” Owlgirl declared. “Cirrus is always to the right unless ‘it’ is to the left.”
“I say we find all the clues first and then try to decipher them,” Cinderpelt suggested. “So the next one is where the echo is.”
“Think of all the echoes we know,” Autumn Leaves said. “Echosong...the Echo room...and the old tunnels were echoey.”
“Save the outside for last,” Elvina asserted. “We do not want to get caught in a trap.”
“Let’s split up, then,” Hotairballoon suggested. “Half of us to the Echo room and half of us to Jayfeather’s room.”
“Why...why Jayfeather’s room?” Cinderpelt asked.
“Jayfeather is a direct link to Echosong. His mind holds an echo from the past. Echosong is partially why he’s in there.”
Cinderpelt blinked. “Oh. I see.”
The CBers parted ways.
Cinderpelt and the others reached Jayfeather’s room relatively quickly. His door was closed, and they could hear the sound of a television going on inside.
Cinderpelt was afraid of what they would find inside. Would there be another clue there, as HAB had predicted? The prospect was frightening--it would mean that the murderer had gone inside Jayfeather’s room at some point.
Cinderpelt knocked on the door.
A few moments later, the sounds of the TV faded, and Jayfeather said, “Come on in.”
Cinderpelt walked inside. The other CBers waited at the door, slightly hesitant to follow.
“Hey, Jayfeather,” Cinderpelt said. The bedroom had a cozy feel to it; the only light on was a lamp, which stood among the clutter of Jayfeather’s nightstand. Jayfeather was snuggled into the bed, his hair messy . It was apparent he’d been in the middle of a TV show.
“Hi,” Jayfeather replied, setting the remote on his lap. “Um, you forgot to get my breakfast, so I had to go down and get it myself. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Oh, no, I’m sorry, Jayfeather! Something--”
“Happened this morning? Thought so.” Jayfeather reached over to his nightstand and plucked a piece of paper out of the debris. “This was on the foot of my bed this morning.”
Cinderpelt took the paper from Jayfeather and unfolded it. Immediately she knew that this was the next clue.
“This is definitely it,” she said, the hair on the back of her neck tingling. The murderer had most certainly been in Jayfeather’s room...And yet Jayfeather was still alive.
“What’s going on?” Jayfeather asked her. She folded the paper back up.
“Er...A scavenger hunt. Sort of. Lots of clues...and lots of consequences.”
“Hm.”
Ariel pushed the door open. “Cinderpelt?”
Cinderpelt turned around and held up the clue. “It was in here. Hotairballoon was right.”
She turned back to Jayfeather. “Sorry about forgetting your breakfast, Jayfeather. I’ll be back once we figure all this out.”
“‘Kay.” Jayfeather turned the TV back on and Cinderpelt retreated from the room, hundreds of unspoken questions swirling within her head.
When she had closed the door, she turned to her fellow CBers. “That was...surprisingly easy. Jayfeather found it this morning.”
Yes, surprisingly easy indeed. Cinderpelt didn’t have the time to ponder her suspicions, though, as Ariel urged her to open the clue.
“Let’s get to the others first,” she argued.
“Just read it so we can think about it while we find them,” Ariel protested.
“Oh, all right,” Cinderpelt said. She unfolded the clue and held it up for all to see:
CLUE 2:
1-21-18-15-18-1
To find my place, put one together.
“Hello, I am Three
And the place you’ll find me
Is not in the TREE of THREE
and not in ALL of BALL
and ‘I’ is not in the WILD part of me;
replace this with the five-after-’T’
at the end of it all, add an E”
“Have you read it, Ariel?” Cinderpelt asked.
Ariel nodded.
“Okay, let’s go.”
They took off towards the Echo room.
(January 1, 2018 - 10:34 am)
I'm still reading, no worries. Great writing Miceareenice, and HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO LAKE LELILO!!!! :)
Alright, now to figure out the clue:
"Hello I am three,
and the place you'll find me
is not in the tree of three
and not in all of ball
and I is not in the wild part of me;
replace this with the five fter "t"
at the end of it all, add an E"
Hmm.... if we take out "tree" from "Three," you're left with "h"
take out "all" in "ball" and you're left with "b"
take out "i" in "wild" and you're left with "wld"
replace the "i" with "y" which is five letters after "t"
put it together, adding an e at the end, and you have "hbylde"
What?!? Ok... I'm officially confused now. I think I figured out the numbers though on top of clue 2 and 1... they make at least 2 of the ingredients. But why would they do that? Hmm....
a little help here guys?
Oh, and TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP!!!
(January 9, 2018 - 8:13 pm)
Happy Birthday, Lake Lelillo! Wow, it's already been a year! And great writing, Micearenice! You are an incredibly talented writer.
(January 1, 2018 - 2:10 pm)
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