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Sitting on the windowsill, the CBer felt something wrong. Perhaps it was a shift in the breeze, or a change in the light. They sprang up, as alert as a cat, staring into the moonlight. And . . . no, nothing was wrong. But a shadow passed over the moon. There it was! Feathers. Dark blue feathers. It was a nightingale.
The CBer ducked as the phantom nightingale swooped silently into their room. It came to a rest on the bedpost, and faded away, as if a spectre. The CBer cautiously moved to the spot where the nightingale had been. There was an envelope. The CBer let out a small gasp.
The seal of the envelope was stamped with the crest of a raccoon. It couldn't have been any more extraordinary than any other envelope, but the crest glowed. The CBer slowly opened the envelope.
Dear Night-roamer,
The Nocturnal Express has been going very well. I'd like to invite you to a stay. You may bring twelve friends. Forward this envelope to them, and please inform them that they may bring pets or alter egoes. Make sure to warn them of the dangers. And tell them to bring luggage.
Sincerely, The Director
Fill out the following. You have no choice. You are one of the twelve I chose.
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Luggage:
- Night-roamer
The CBer keeled over in shock. What was this all about?
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Pretty self explanatory, this is a ski lodge, and you have to fill out the form in order to join. I'll only accept twelve people.
submitted by The Director, The Nocturnal Express
(March 10, 2018 - 10:31 am)
(March 10, 2018 - 10:31 am)
Ohh nice! (Did I win the Uno game? hehe.) Anyways, good job! Also, sorry, but I'm not aquainted with any AEs
(March 31, 2018 - 11:33 am)
I'm pretty sure I won the uno game. XD
(April 1, 2018 - 6:25 am)
hmmmmm. UNO TO THE DEATH!
(April 1, 2018 - 2:55 pm)
No, I'm sure I crushed both of you at Uno! The Uno championships begin!
(April 8, 2018 - 1:07 pm)
If it's not too late to join, I should like to!!
(April 1, 2018 - 5:39 pm)
UNO DOMINATION
(April 3, 2018 - 11:03 am)
SG's second line doesn't sound like xyr, but don't worry, we expected that.
Indeed. I do hope we have alibis, though. I should not like to be suspected. Or guilty.
I totally won that pillow fight. All who dared think they might compete have been destroyed. Not literally, though. Probably.
I honestly think there's a decent chance it's me. I don't want to jump to conclusions, though. And it would be kind of awkward to accuse oneself. If it is me, though, I'm a good actress, a quiet and sneaky person who thinks out her plans (and trust me, I would think through something as serious as a murder), and a far better liar than Sea Glass.
Alas, it is true.
You got that right. But I'm still a better liar than both of you.
That, also, is true.
(April 3, 2018 - 2:47 pm)
Welp, Im dead.
Great so far! Can't wait to see what happens :)
(April 4, 2018 - 11:11 pm)
Aspen, you're in!
(April 5, 2018 - 9:31 am)
“Er, um, so I’m the director,” the girl muttered.
“Nighthawks dead!” Pablo screamed, a little late on the uptake.
The black snake coiled around the girl’s neck, making the crowd shiver. “Well, welcome to the Nocturnal express. We’ll be riding on this for another day, and then we’ll arrive at the train station. From there, we’ll go to the mansion. A gumball machine arrived shortly in your compartment after you left. It’s free,” the girl rushed on.
“Come on guys!” Kiki yelled to the AEs at the mention of free gum.
The AEs rushed back into the middle class compartment. The CBers and CAPTCHAs stayed. As the Director opened the door, and hurried into the engine room to take care of seemingly important matters, a whiff of cold air snaked out an open window.
Moonfrost felt a tremor pass through her body. “We have to figure this out,” a voice half-whispered.
Eight CBers spun around to see who had spoken. Aspen stood in the door, in a mismatched outfit of rainbow pajama pieces. “I agree,” someone else murmured.
“Find the killer,” Neko continued.
“And avenge Nighthawk,” Moonfrost finished.
~~~
The killer smiled back in the slumber-party compartment. Fools. Nobody could stop them. They would get what they needed, no matter how many CBers died in the process.
“Hey, Moony!” they called.
A look of annoyance flashed across Moonfrost’s face. “Don’t call me that. What?”
“I-urgh, was just feeling motion-sick. Could you accompany me to the first class compartment so I can - ugh - throw up without everyone seeing? It’s creepy in there,” the killer groaned, feigning sickness and fear.
“Of course!” Moonfrost said.
Too kindhearted, they’ll never do, the killer thought.
“I actually don’t think I need to vomit. Just a bit queasy,” the killer muttered.
“Ok.”
The killer nudged Moonfrost’s feet. She tripped. “Oh, sorry!” the killer said, stooping to help Moonfrost up.
As they did so, they clapped a poisonous pad to Moonfrost’s arm without her noticing.
The slow acting poison would kill Moonfrost in exactly 47 seconds, just as they would reach the compartment.
~~~
(April 8, 2018 - 5:31 pm)
Dun
dun
duuuuuuunnnnnnn...
(April 10, 2018 - 8:07 pm)
Fatality in less than a minute is actually a very fast-acting poison. Slow poison kills in a matter of days, maybe weeks.
I brought a first-aid kit, and Nymph could theoretically shift into something poisonous. I don't think anyone else has a pad (except for someone who brought a pad of paper, but that's not quite the same) or poison, unless they're stolen. Does anyone get motion-sick?
(April 18, 2018 - 1:12 pm)
I think the murderer was lying about getting motion sickness so they could get Moonfrost by herself and kill her. You probably won't find the weapons in the murder's luggage list because they might not have let us know everything they brought. (I wouldn't tell anyone if I were going to bring poison to kill them.) The length of time before the poison took effect is probably an artistic lisence, but you do seem to know a lot about poisons, Viola. Hmm...
(April 23, 2018 - 1:45 pm)
Of course, but... Yeah, no, you're right, that was a stupid question.
I suppose, but we found knives in the luggage before.
What? I read a book. It's called The Poisoner's Handbook, although it's somewhat different inside. It's about a couple of scientists in some-time-ago America who deal with forensics related to poison deaths, and contains a bunch of murder mysteries and gory details. Also, I saw a video clip once where someone had rapid poisoning, and I think we covered poisonous plants in Biology. Your suspicions are not unfounded, though, I think I might know more than you, and other evidence suggests that I am the murderer. I'm mostly just not sure I can say "J'accuse!" to myself.
Mexi says copy! A real word!
(April 23, 2018 - 4:19 pm)
(April 14, 2018 - 9:21 am)