It's night. You'r

Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

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)

back to the Pudding's Place

I bet my AES are happy I left them home at my ice mansion. HAVE FUN SNOWBOARDING YOU UNGRATEFUL BAGS OF AWFUL ATTITUDE! 

 

*BRAE! (Be ready AEs) Woah woah calm down Wolfy!*

 

OK I'm calm I'm calm. Let's just hope that the murderer didn't escape somehow and DECIDES TO KILL EVERYONE ELSE IN ONE FOUL SWOOP.

 

*Wow you're even gloomier than me today.*

 

YOU'RE JUST HAPPY BECAUSE THERE'S A VEEY SMALL CHANCE OF YOU GETTING KILLED SOON.

 

*Guilty as charged. Have fun fearing for your life.*

 

YOU'RE WORSE THAN MY AES. UGHHH!  

submitted by Ice Wolf, age Immortal!, MY IMAGINATION
(February 5, 2017 - 8:54 am)

I have a theory!

Neither Rosalyn nor Cortana was the murderer, but they thought the other on was. The murderer must have convinced them to attack each other, so no explaination could be given beforehand. The shouting was fake. The murderer must have somehow gotten of an AE or CBer to yell those words, and then recorded it. The recording was played to alert Lily and Cassy of the fight.

Please point out any kinks.

submitted by Pepper Star
(February 6, 2017 - 4:38 pm)

I have a different theory. I think the fight didn't happen. That's just too specific, I think, to be able to played out.  I think the murderer killed both of them, then staged the whole thing. Made burn marks and stuff, then when they were all finished creating their fame crime scene, they alerted the others. 

I say this because that's what I did in my ski lodge...killer killed 2 people, then adjusted the placement of the bodies and made all sorts of clues hinting a fight, extremely specific. There was "evidence" of every step of the fake fight. Then after the killer finished setting it up, they starting screaming, then ran away. Of course,the others came running, and reached the conclusions the killer wanted the, to reach.

submitted by Owlgirl, age 13
(June 22, 2017 - 3:29 pm)

Anyone have any theories yet? Any guesses as to what's behind that door? Any ideas on why Lily stepped on Cassy's foot? How about some premonitions on what work of art Jayfeather will sculpt with his food next???

submitted by Micearenice
(February 5, 2017 - 5:46 pm)

Theories coming soon!  

submitted by Icy
(February 6, 2017 - 12:43 pm)

I think what is behind the door has something to do with the whole connection between ski lodges thing. That's a really remarkable thing about this ski lodge that I've never seen before, that really pulls me in...the whole thing with the CBer memory, and their oblivion to there being murders, and even the reference to the farm ski lodge. I know this sounds dramatic, Micearnice, but you're like a frontier explorer. Going where none have gone before. Pushing the boundaries of conventional ski lodges. It's an interesting take...I'm really excited to see how this will all be woven together, one thread at a time. 

Back to the door. It may have something to do with that.

Another theory, a vague one, is that it's some dark secret Lily and Casset are hiding...maybe an error that dated back to when the lodge was made, or even to the original owners. It may end up being an asset to the killer. A weapon, an object, a function.

 

submitted by Owlgirl
(June 22, 2017 - 3:45 pm)
Day Three--Part Two 
  The rest of the day was, as some of you might say, boring. Vacation continued normally, at least for the time being. As the CBers did normal vacation things, their activities became normal, and so did their heart rates. They played normal vacation games and ate a normal vacation diet (which, as you know, consists of unusual foods); they said normal things and laughed over normally funny jokes. Now, they were not bored, but to read of their normalness would be, if I were to guess, rather boring. Instead, I will go over the one thing keeping the Chatterboxers from having a completely normal time--their thoughts.
  Is the murderer really gone?
  Surely Cassy doesn't know about the Chatterbox!
  What does Lily want to hide?
  What's in that door in the basement?
  What's going on?
  Why did I ever decide to eat that papaya?!
  She's right, though; we will see them again when we return home.
  Fitr.
  Hmm...Should I give Saphira these roses?
  As you can see, the CBers--or at least most of them--were pondering, which is the first step to uncovering a deeply buried and highly secretive mystery, which is just what the CBers were about to tackle.
  As the day wore on, the CBers came to the conclusion that Lily and Cassy were hiding some kind of secret...but it was not their place to probe into their chaperones' lives; and, after all, it couldn't be anything bad...could it?
  Day Four:
 
  The CBers awoke to find the true reason for their rooms' titles. The clouds had vacated the sky, letting the sun shine for all to see, allowing the perfect circumstances for the rooms to show off their...stuff.
  Those CBers, AEs, and CAPTCHAs from the Crystal Shores were awoken to a blinding light. Their window, which overlooked the beach in the backyard, was opened to the onslaught of bright light relfecting off the sand. What was worse was that the sand on their walls took the light and bounced it a million or so times off every shining object in the room. It was like living in a diamond.
  "I mean, I get that it's beautiful," Kate the Great said, wincing. "But, uh, this's a little overkill."
  Over in the next room, the Window of Gold was blasting its occupants with yellow light relfected off the clear waters it looked out upon.
  The walls, no longer lilac, looked painted gold, and the window's bubbled texture, which distorted the light as it came in, made the wall look as if it had dark gold rosettes on top of all that.
  The Emerald Aisle, whose window had at first seemed pointless, was positioned just so, so that when the sun came up, it illuminated all the leaves in front of the window and let a gentle green light flood the room.
  "Why, it's as if we're in a chrysallis!" said Jayfeather jovially, 'not realizing' he was the only person awake and jolting his comrades out of their dreams.
  The last room, the Hidden Trove, didn't wake its occupants up to a brilliant light show, but awoke them to an awful crash. The CBers ran to the window to see what was going on and found the little garden full of wildlife--mainly a raccoon family, some butterfiles, and a pile of songbirds flitting around the bushes.
  They assumed it was meant to be a beautiful thing to see in the morning, but the raccoons kind of ruined the effect by knocking over the birdbath and dumping water all over themselves, climbing the swing and snatching a few birds off the armrest, and digging holes in the peagravel.
  "Gross..." Briar shuddered.
  Long story short, the CBers all woke up at the same time.
  They shuffled around their living room for a few minutes, blinking the sleep out of their eyes, patting each other on the backs and saying good morning.
  A few moments later, the AEs' stomachs began to growl. The CBers' hunger had yet to awaken, but the AEs were soon sounding like dump trucks on a bumpy road.
  "We have a high metabolism," Jayfeather said, patting his stomach. "Hey...you know, it's really unfair that Lily and Cassy get to hear everything we say and we don't get to hear everything THEY say."
  "Jayfeather!" scolded Cinderpelt.
  "Eh, he's right," Lily said, her voice sounding tinny over the speakers of the CBers' machines. "I'll get Cassy to fix your things when you get down for breakfast."
  Breakfast was an unusual meal: Cassy served her specialty, marshmallow and doughnut casserole with whipped cream.
  The AEs, of course, loved it, as did most of the CBers.
  "Glad you like it," Cassy said, beaming.
  Lily walked into the elaborate dining room, which the CBers had taken to using for most of their meals. "Let's see," she said, her features buried in a clipboard. Lily tripped over the metal strip that joined the carpet to the laminate of the kitchen, stumbled over to a chair, and continued looking through her notes.
  "What, uh, are you planning today, Lily?" asked Briar.
  Lily didn't answer immediately. She slowly reached her hand up and marked her spot on the page, looking up as she did so. "Huh?"
  Briar was about to repeat herself when Lily laughed and said, "Oh! Sorry, didn't hear you at first. Just some more events for the epic challenge. There are three today. I'm just...looking through the...rules..." Lily trailed off and once again sank into the world of notes.
  Pepper Star sneezed violently three times in a row. "Excuse me," she managed, wiping her watering eyes in a bewildered manner.
  Brooklyn Newsie twirled a popsicle stick in her hands as she stared at Icy imploringly. Icy had temporarily 'confiscated' Joan's sword and Brooklyn's three-way lightsaber/wand/slingshot, and had given the two CBers jumbo popsicle sticks to compensate for their lack of such weapons. Even though she had closed the case, Icy still felt it would be imprudent not to inspect every inch of the weapons involved in the crime scene.
  Booksy Owly was experimenting with Tina, Brooklyn's CAPTCHA. She found that if she gave the thunderbird a browned marshmallow, her eyes would open wide. If she gave Tina a doughnut, her feathers would ruffle out. If Booksy gave her both, Tina would look like she'd just had something sour; her eyes and plumage would both grow larger.
  Lily muttered some things to herself while she marked her page with an enormous neon orange pencil. "Uh huh. An hour. And then. Two hours. Okay. If we...yep, that would work. They can do that while we--no, no, no, that would not be good. Ugh. Hey Cassy," Lily said, interrupting Cassy's conversation about flying hot dogs with Jayfeather and Ariel. "C'mere, I have to ask you something."
  Lily and Cassy retreated to the far corner of the dining room, where they then began to whisper hurriedly. Icy muttered unintelligably and waved something under the table.
  "Go on, keep talking!" Lily urged the CBers, who had fallen silent almost without noticing.
  "Right, right. So, as I was saying, Ariel, how would you even get them in the air--?"
  "Um, helloooo!" Ariel said, waving his bag of the four winds in front of Jayfeather's face.
  "That would not be a flying hot dog! That's a--a--a--"
  "Flying hot dog?" Ariel interrupted, smirking.
  "No, give me a second; I have to think...it's...it's...it's a subatmospheric altoterranean accelerating cloud-condensation nuclei!"
  "That's a bit of a stretch. Trust me, I know my air."
  Jayfeather huffed and piled more marshmallows onto his plate.
  Lily and Cassy finished their whispered discussion and rejoined the Chatterboxers back at the table. "We've hashed out the details!" Lily announced, capturing the CBers' attentions with the loud noise that usually accompanies a chair tumbling to the ground. Lily disappeared underneath the tabletop while she heaved her seat upright once more.
  "I always knew she'd reach a hundred," Cassy sighed to herself. "And in the very same dining room, too."
  "What?" Wordsy asked.
  "Huh? Oh. Inside joke. Lily's clumsy. Anyway," Cassy continued, "we've got the first event for today planned out. It's an egg drop! And for a minute we were wondering where we'd get some eggs, when it occured to us that the eggs don't have to be ostrich eggs!"
  "What's that supposed to mean?" Saphira wondered.
  "You know! Egg drops? You need an egg, right? Um..."
  Lily popped back up like a piece of toast, her chair following in a similar manner. "You're rambling, Cassy. We realized the eggs didn't have to be ostrich eggs, but they're going to be ostrich eggs anyway since we don't have any chicken eggs here."
  The CBers, thoroughly confused, sat there and nodded, pretending they weren't.
  "Where'd you get ostrich eggs, anyway?" Dragonrider asked curiously.
  "At the store down the road. They only sell things in bulk."
  "Aha."
  Lily clapped her hands together. "Go ahead and get out of your pajamas and meet us at the front of the house!" she said, grabbing her sister and exiting the dining room, presumably to gather the various supplies needed for such an event.
  Cassy backpedaled into the room a second later. "I forgot, sorry--pass me your phones and earpieces and walkie talkies really quick and I'll have them fixed when you get down."
  The CBers handed her their devices on their way out of the dining room, where they ran upstairs to prepare for the day.
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submitted by Lily and Cassy, Lake Lelillo
(February 6, 2017 - 10:48 am)

Icy, since when did you become me mudda? I get the 'full investigation' type thing, but seriously? A popsical stick.

Yeesh. Spot and the boys are going to tease me so much when I get back to Brooklyn. 

submitted by Brooklyn Newsie
(February 6, 2017 - 4:47 pm)

*sighs* I'll give you a full popsicle next time. 

submitted by Icy ❄
(February 7, 2017 - 9:45 am)

OOOPS! For the post below, I meant DAY FOUR--PART TWO!!!!!

submitted by Lily and Cassy, Lake Lelillo
(February 7, 2017 - 7:33 pm)

Egg drop? Is this what I think it is?

In fourth grade, we got into teams, and each team had to design a contraption out of given materials, and that contraption would hold an egg. (Regular sized, not ostrich.) Our teacher would drop each team's egg contraption from a specific height (he had a super tall ladder). The surviving eggs were dropped again, from higher heights. Last egg standing one. Most teams' eggs cracked on the first or second try, but my team's didn't crack at all! We won! I really loved that science teacher...he was fun, and he taught us at higher level science than he even had to. 

Hehe, had a little anecdote there. Had to say it, this story just reminded me. 

submitted by Owlgirl, age 13
(June 22, 2017 - 4:28 pm)

Day Three--Part Three:
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By the time the CBers made it through the front door of the Noodle mansion, the front terrace had been magnificently transformed. Well, you know, not really. Lily and Cassy weren't done with it, yet. But the CBers were sure that it would look great when their chaperones were finished. For now, heaps of paper lay haphazardly, many of them blowing straight into the fountain in the center of the cobblestone circle. There were tables turned on their sides, surrounded by boxes of straws, tape, bubble wrap, and many other things.

"Oh! You guys are pretty fast!" Lily exclaimed. Cassy was sitting cross-legged next to a teetering tower of empty Pringles cans, using a screwdriver to fix the last little earpiece. She was frowning and peering intently at it, but a moment later she placed it in her done pile, stood up, and stretched.

"I hope you can recognize your things, guys...I didn't think about labeling them," she apologized.

The CBers reclaimed their devices, doing their best to differentiate their own from the many others.

"Can we help set up?" Autumn Leaves offered. Lily and Cassy were setting up plastic tables, but there were plenty of things that needed to be set upon them.

"Sure! Yes! Thanks!" Lily gratified, handing her a list of things that would be placed on each table.

"Cool! Okay, wow...We need to put five Pringles cans, two wire cutters, a pipe cutter, some duck tape, a hot glue gun, a box of random junk, a box of random stuff--what's the difference?--three boxes, two packs of straws, a roll of freezer tape, a pack of markers, a rock, a ball of yarn, two pairs of scissors, one book, two rolls of streamers, and...a stack of paper on each table," Autumn Leaves read. The CBers scrambled off to get the objects as she called their names. "That's quite a list," Autumn Leaves remarked.

Pretty soon, the front yard of the mansion was finally transformed into a proper contest setting. A podium stood to the right of the fountain, surrounded by seven plastic tables covered in various bits of unused scraps.

Cassy and Lily stood at the podium, crowding around a wireless microphone to start the contest.

"You have--"

"--fifteen minutes--"

"--to--"

"--build the proper container for your egg."

"If your egg survives the drop--"

"--which will be from the top of the roof--"

"--then you'll get to drop it from something higher!"

"It's pretty straight forwards from there."

"READY? OKAY, GO!"

"And when you're ready, the eggs are right here," Cassy added, pointing to a stack of XXXXL egg cartons next to the podium.

The seven teams of roughly five CBers each got straight to work.

"Ahh," Dragonrider sighed sadly. "Turgon would've loved these eggs. He probably would've wanted to hatch one...or he would've burst into tears at the sight of them."

She shook her head to clear these dismal thoughts. Dragonrider observed her table and suddenly a gleam inspiration flashed in her eyes. "Hmm. Hey, Lily? Can we use anything to make our egg thing?"

Lily nodded. "Anything at your table!"

Dragonrider cocked her head. "Holly, you're at the table." (Dragonrider's whole team consisted of CAPTCHAs.) "How about we tape the egg to your back, and you land on your feet?"

"Clts," Holly meowed, tilting her head curiously. "Flrp? Bity, getw."

"Fing," Chester suggested.

"Loul!" LilyCat squeaked.

"NOOO!" Nico de Furr screeched. He stuffed his face into a Pringles can and rolled off the table.

"Um, whatever you just said, go ahead and try it? I'll work on something else while you do that."

 

Fifteen minutes came...and went. The CBers finished their models and gently put their ostrich eggs inside. Lily and Cassy gathered up the CBers' creations, climbed a wooden ladder to the roof, and lined the seven egg holders up at the edge. Lily sat down on the peak of the roof, Cassy close behind, and began the commentary.

"Lovely day here, Cass, don't you think?"

Without a microphone, Cassy's reply was unintelligable.

"I totally agree. Here we have the seven teams! I'm going to have you all shout out your names, one by one." Lily pointed to Dragonrider's team.

"CAPA!" shouted the CAPTCHAs all at once.

Lily pointed to Jayfeather's team. "The Awesome Flying Hot Dogs!"

She pointed to Autumn Leaves's team. "The Omlettes!"

"The Our Egg is Better than Yourses!"

"Egg Drop Soup!"

"Broken China!"

"Team Galaxy!"

"And there you have it, spectators. All seven teams showed up today! Stand around, everyone, and get ready! The first egg is about to drop!"

The teams gathered around the space below Lily and Cassy, where there was a big red chalk X.

"The first egg to be dropped belongs to none other than the Omlettes! Let's see how their model marks up!"

Cassy handed Lily the multicolored box decorated with the Omlettes' team logo. The egg was suspended by string and straws inside the box, which was lined with bubble wrap.

"We're ready to drop it, and...THE BOX IS IN THE AIR! AND--IT HIT THE GROUND! I DIDN'T HEAR A SPLAT, DID YOU, CASSY?"

Cassy shrugged. "MAYBE I SHOULD GO DOWN THERE TO CHECK THE EGGS?" she shouted.

"Sure!" Lily said.

Cassy scrambled down the slant of the roof and climbed down the ladder. Pushing her way through the teams, she crouched down and opened up the box.

"WHAT A TRIUMPH!" Lily shouted, her microphone magnifying her voice exponentially. "THIS TEAM SURE KNOWS HOW TO BUILT IT! GREAT JOB! YOU'LL BE GOING ONTO THE NEXT ROUND!"

Cassy took the box and set it by the door to the mansion.

Lily took the next egg package and held it in front of her. "We've got the Egg Drop Soup coming up next! Let's hope their egg doesn't end up like their name! Ready? Get your cameras out! We're dropping the egg now! OH! IT'S ON THE GROUND IN AN INSTANT! WHAT'S THAT LEAKING OUT OF THE SIDES? WHAT IS IT!"

Cassy nudged the container to reveal a shattered egg. "You look so tiny, Cassy!" Lily said. "Can you tell us what happened?"

"It looks like the egg broke, folks!" Cassy called.

The crowd 'awwed'.

"Great job, E.G.S. Better luck next time. And for our next egg to be dropped--the CAPA team's! What's this? A note! The egg container--WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT?! THIS TEAM HAS STRETCHED THE LIMITS! THEY HAVE REVOLUTIONIZED EGG DROPPING! THEIR EGG CONTAINER IS MADE OF THE CAPTCHAS THEMSELVES!"

The CAPTCHAs smiled smugly and climbed up onto the roof. Their egg, which had been inside a plain storage box on the roof, was soon strapped to all of their backs. They inserted their feet inside a thick layer of bubble wrap, cloth, and styrofoam to cushion their fall. Lily commentated while the CAPTCHAs set themselves up.

"This team knows their stuff! Team Captain Dragonrider, what comments do you have for such an idea?"

Dragonrider shrugged. "I think Nico's the captain, actually." Everyone looked up to the roof and saw Nico shaking his little paws at the other CAPTCHAs, yelling and shouting bossily in the common four-letter CAPTCHA tongue. "But if you want my opinion, I have to say, these creative CAPTCHAs are sometimes underestimated. They really have great ideas! And they play MarioKart really well."

"Well said, Dragonrider, well said. It looks like the CAPTCHAs are done setting up! And what a setup indeed! Let's see how they do! Best of luck, CAPTCHAs!"

The CAPTCHAs bounced off their roost and plummeted for the ground. With a soft thud, they landed lightly a few moments later, their egg unscratched.

"UNBELIEVABLE! The CAPA team is still in the game! I hope some of you filmed all this!"

The egg drop continued. Icy looked more and more worried with every drop until she eventually siddled away from the crowd. She returned ten minutes later, crashing through the open doors, calling warnings that reached the CBers' ears only after the last egg had been released...

"STOPPPPP!" Icy screeched, but the egg kept falling. "THE MURDERER IS NOT DEADDDDDDDD!" But the egg kept falling.

"IT COULD BE A TRAAAPPP!" But the egg kept falling. Icy made as if to catch it--

"THE FINGERPRINTS DON'T MATCH UPPPPPP!" But the egg kept falling until, splat, it fell past her open fingers and broke upon the ground, splashing its contents out in a vertical spray and splattering Icy with gooey clear liquid.

"Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow owwwwwwwwwww," Icy moaned as the egg's contents sizzled and bubbled over her skin. "Acid. It's acid. I told you," she groaned slowly, stumbling backwards into the crowd.

"WHAT happened?" Lily screamed, nearly jumping off the roof herself. She scrambled to the ladder and leapt down it.

"Get some water! Somebody DO something!" wailed Cinderpelt.

Lily and Cassy picked Icy up by her arms, ran her over to the fountain, and dumped her in it.

Icy cringed and shivered as the acid on her skin rose to the surface of the water, spreading like oil over the rippling liquid.

Icy leapt clumsily out of the fountain's water. "It's still going to burn me, even if it's on the surface of the water! And it won't--help--anyway!" she said jerkily, her voice rising in pitch. "I got it in my mouth! I had to check one last time...the fingerprints weren't matching up...there weren't any fingerprints at all...Um, um, September! Read my journals! Last pages! Okay? Promise me! All my notes are in there! Read them all!"

"I promise!" September cried.

"Good! You haven't seen the last of Icy!" The CBette breathed one rattling breath and closed her eyes.

"ICY!" wailed the CBers.

Icy opened one eye. "I'm not dead YET!" she bellowed. "But this sure hurts!"

"Here," Cassy said, her voice cracking. She broke open a few normal ostrich eggs and let the egg whites soothe Icy's fierce burns.

"Ahh," Icy sighed. "That's better. Gross, yes...but better...much better..."

Icy closed her eyes once more...and finally succumbed to her injuries.

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I'm sorry, Icy. Rest in Peace.

submitted by Lily and Cassy, Lake Lelillo
(February 7, 2017 - 9:58 am)

I live in my journal. 

XD

This is actually my first Ski Lodge death.

My last regrets are that I didn't get to finish my complex theory--

BUT WAIT! I CAN STILL POST MY COMPLEX THEORIES CUZ THEY'RE ALL IN MY JOURNAL!

Scary fact, I just had eggs for dinner --- oh, Irene. *dies* 

submitted by Icy ❄
(February 7, 2017 - 9:16 pm)

DAWWWWWW NICO! YOU'RE SO CUTE WHEN YOU'RE BOSSY! GO INSIDE THE PRINGLES CAN AGAIN YOU WERE SO CUTE AND FLUFFY! 

 

*Pumm!*

 

DAWWWWWWWWWW! WAIT WAIT WAIT! NO ICY WAIT! LET ME GET SOME BLEACH TO NEUTRALIZE THE ACID. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IM TOO LATE! IM SO SORRY ICY! I FAILED YOU!!!!!!! *cries*

 

**Looks at me** *Uh does someone want to get rid of the crying pile of werewolf in front of me? Seriously, Wolfy, you're making a river.*

 

WAAAAAAAAH! 

submitted by Ice Wolf, age Immortal!, MY IMAGINATION
(February 7, 2017 - 11:06 pm)

Aww no! Icy!! RIP. 

...

moment of silence.

...

Great writing, Micearenice!  

submitted by Ember
(February 8, 2017 - 9:43 am)
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