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You walk home from school one bright, clear, October afternoon, still angry at your parents for grounding you for something you hadn’t done. The neighbors’ dog did not end up on your garage roof because of you, that was for certain. They were depriving you of the CB, your phone, and going out to play with your friends, for 2 weeks. Two whole, miserable,desolate weeks! Fourteen whole, miserable, desolate days! 20, 160 whole, miserable, desolate minutes without the CB or your friends. You trudge the rest of the way home, then drop your heavy backpack and rush upstairs to try to check the Chatterbox one more time. You put the familiar Internet address into your computer, then sigh in despair as the same message that you saw last night, and this morning, pop up.
Sorry about taking away your favorite website, but in this house, when you’re grounded, you’re really grounded. Love, Dad
But then, the screen flickers, and a new message pops up. One that you had not seen before…
Dear CBer,
You are one of the lucky few who have been chosen for a very special opportunity. A 3-week stay at my steampunk castle! There are luxury bedrooms, banquets every day, and many, many fun things to do in the forests, fields, and lakes that surround the castle. All expenses are paid*, so you can just go up on your garage roof- the same one that Barky got stuck on, and wait for the dragon, which may be real or mechanical, your choice. As many AEs and CAPTCHAs as you want are allowed. Please get the list in by Friday, the 24th, so that we may start as soon as possible. As a last note, The Castle Manager is not responsible for any injuries, deaths, missing limbs, etc.Thank you!
Sincerely(or not),
The Castle Manager.
*Popcorn is not already paid for.
Well, that was weird. How did she know all that stuff, like the neighbors’ dog’s name. But the sound of all that fun stuff intrigued you, so you packed a small bag, grabbed your AEs and CAPTCHA, and climbed out your window onto the garage roof to wait for the dragon.
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Hello, CBers, AEs, and CAPTCHAs! As you saw in the letter above, you are “the chosen ones”. Please get a packing list for you and each of your AEs, and fill out this sheet:
Name:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Real or Mech. Dragon:
What you are bringing:
We will start this Ski Lodge(my first one!) on the 25th. So, get to your packing!
~ The Castle Manager
submitted by The Castle Manager, age ?, Steampunk Castle
(March 17, 2017 - 6:56 am)
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(March 26, 2017 - 4:21 pm)
No, I am not Silverwaxwing.
Day 2 is coming along quite nicely!
(March 27, 2017 - 11:02 am)
Day Two:
Quirker awoke to the sound of music. Not the Hamilton music that was supposed to be playing, but what sounded like an untuned piano playing “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”. Quirker didn’t know where it was coming from or who was playing it, but one thing was for sure. She was NOT a morning person. Looking up, Quirker could see that she was in the exact same small bedroom she had fell asleep in, with Willow still snoring on the bottom bunk. However, the door was now ajar, and she could see Brian, Kate’s AE. He was, indeed, playing a very noisy, off-key version of Twinkle, Twinkle. Behind him, there were party streamers, obviously from the room he was supposed to be in.
Quirker jumped off the top bunk onto the soft carpet. “Brian!” she shouted. “What are you DOING!?!?!? Have you ever heard of privacy? How did you even get a key, anyway? And why is that piano in here?” He just grinned wickedly, and sank down into the carpet, where the secret steampunk elevator was. Quirker ran after him, quickly throwing her gray hoodie over her pajamas. She, too, sank into the floor. The elevator moved so quickly that she was soon at the ground floor. Not even stopping to put shoes on, she ran out the door and across the wet grass after Brian. She needed to know those answers! Brian ran straight into the woods, and Quirker, in a furious early-morning mood, followed him without a second thought.
The woods seemed to get deeper and darker with every step. Soon, Quirker came to a fork in the path. Not stopping to see where Brian had gone and remembering the previous night, she took the left path. A bridge ran across a babbling brook, where Quirker stopped to take a breath of the exhilarating October air. “Ahem,” said a voice behind Quirker. She turned to look, and instantly gasped. “You! You’re the murderer?” she asked, in a shocked tone. The murderer nodded, and produced a rope and a gag from their pocket. The murderer then bound and gagged Quirker, and tied her to a rock in the deepest part of the stream. Quirker tried to stay alive, but pretty soon, everything went black.
Icy screamed. She had been about 5 minutes behind Quirker and Brian when they sprinted into the forest, and, seeing one of Quirker’s green socks on the left trail, had taken that turn. She had come upon Quirker’s body, still tied to the rock. But the murderer was nowhere to be found. “What is it?” asked the Castle Manager, coming up behind Icy with Willow on her shoulder. Icy could only point at the corpse in the river. The Castle Manager picked up the late Quirker. “Qrkr?” asked Willow. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but Quirker is gone.” said the Castle Manager. Leaving Icy in charge of the distraught, orphaned CAPTCHA, CM walked up the path to tell the remaining 20 the terrible news.
That night, there was a beautiful double funeral for Anabella and Quirker, using part of the huge field as a cemetery. Shoshanna, Peggy, and Willow were crying so loudly that you could barely hear the words, but a few people thought they heard just a hint of a Rhode Island accent in the Castle Manager’s voice.
Deaths: Anabella, Quirker
Notes: I will be posting a map of the castle grounds soon. I just gave myself away, didn’t I? ~The C.M.
(March 27, 2017 - 11:51 am)
Well, I lived a good life. Willow says imiy.
(March 29, 2017 - 3:09 pm)
Well?
Sorry if this comes across mean, but I wrote this yesterday when I WAS SICK. Nobody has even looked at it and commented since then. Please, guys. I want to know what you think! Even 1 word! Even 1 NEGATIVE word!
Please give me feedback!
(March 28, 2017 - 7:48 pm)
Oh, and are you Owlgirl?
(March 29, 2017 - 3:09 pm)
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(March 29, 2017 - 5:48 am)
The picture:
CAPTCHA says imge. Yes, I uploaded an image!
(March 29, 2017 - 6:25 am)
The Castle Manager, are you elementgirl? I'm soooooo excited if that is really you. If not, well, Rhode Island accent totally gave me a hint!
(March 29, 2017 - 9:15 pm)
You are correct!
(March 30, 2017 - 6:19 am)
Sorry, I haven't been on the CB for the last few days but this is the first thread I checked! That is really good!! Keep it up!! I'm super excited to explore this castle...
(March 30, 2017 - 10:43 am)
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! elementgirl, how do you make a thread?
(March 30, 2017 - 7:21 pm)
You click that box at the top of each section that says,"Click here to talk about________________"
(March 31, 2017 - 6:43 am)
Oh, Irene....Quirker...oh, irene....
I don't think any of the rooms fit my tastes. I love Hamilton, but room 4 would make it hard to sleep. I think I'll find a good secret hideaway on the castle grounds to track down the murderer in. Yes, that seems to be a good idea....
(March 31, 2017 - 8:48 am)
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(April 2, 2017 - 6:12 am)