The transport pod
Chatterbox: Pudding's Place
The transport pod
The transport pod orbited around Earth, beaming Capsules down to the houses of CBers. Despite the suspicious appearance of the large silver Capsules popping into exsistence right in front of the CBers, Galaxy knew that they would still flock to MilkyWay Station. Flock there to die. Galaxy grinned. And slapped her hand down on the huge red button.
It did nothing.
She just enjoyed pressing it.
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You plop down on the couch with a large bar of chocolate and begin snacking on it. Ow, Something's poking you in the back! You reach behind the couch cushion and pull out the TV remote. "Aha! That's where it was!" you say, and reward yourself on your obviously superior finding abilities with a large bite of chocolate. You turn on the TV to your favorite station. But... It's just static! "What? Nooooo!!!" you cry in anguish and flip through the rest of the channels. They're all static. Despondently, you allow yourself to collapse dramatically across the couch and snag a bite of chocolate. Unfortunately, your acting genius is inturrupted by a large, very hard object. Conveniently placed where your head lands. You sit up indignantly and rub your head. As you turn to see the offending object that put an abrupt ending to your acting career in dramatic fainting, the chocolate falls out of your mouth as you gape in astonishment. Sitting innocently on the couch is a sleek metal tube that tapers to a point at each end. As you watch, a slot opens up in the seemingly seamless silver steel (ahaha alliteration!) and a voice as sleek as the Capsule it issues from filters out.
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Galaxy loved pressing buttons. She tried to do it as much as possible. Presently, she reached up to the ceiling of the transport pod and pressed a small yellow button. Her voice boomed out from the speakers of 14 well-placed Capsules: "Greetings and salutations lucky CBers!" There was an almost undetectable hint of sarcasm on the word 'lucky', but it was so slight that only a very experienced sarcasmist would notice. Galaxy continued with her speech: "You have been chosen for a very exclusive vacation. So exclusive, in fact, that you are the only ones besides myself and our various staff members who will ever experience it! This vacation (insert dramatic pause) is in (insert long dramatic pause) SPACE!" Galaxy imagined the screeches of excitement coming from the CBers. Screeching was a very humanlike trait, and Galaxy did not enjoy it. She rolled her eyes and then continued on: "You have 7 minutes to pack and round up your companion, then return to the Capsule and insert a chocolate bar in the slot. You will be transported to the MilkyWay Space Station where I will meet you. Don't be late. I will be timing you. Now GO!" Galaxy pressed an hourglass shaped purple button, which started the seven minute timer. Then she slammed down hard on the ignition button and the transport pod rocketed out into deep space.
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The MillyWay Space Station boasts many space luxuries including the AntiGravity Hall, the Luxury Space Pool, the Theater with a different sci-fi movie everyday, Lyft-Off Planet Transport, The Chocolate Bar, and much, much more.
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Ok. Another Ski lodge! Yess I know there are already like 5. But as soon as I came up with this idea a couldn't help myself! I mean, space? Chocolate? I really hope I can manage to finish this XD.
(if you don't like chocolate, that's ok. You can still join. Galaxy probably won't like you though)
Rules:
1. There are 14 spots, no more. I will accept the first 14 applicants.
2. You may bring one companion, may it be an AE, CAPTCHA, or CAPTCHAE
3. Please fill out the sheet
4. Feel free to guess who I am, but I may/may not reveal my identity if you guess right
5. The popcorn is never free
6. We don't take complaints about the popcorn prices, don't even try.
7. Have fun! Despite the murd-WAIT WHAT NO I SAID NOTHING
Sheet:
CBer, AE, CAPTCHA, or CAPTCHAE:
Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Three Defining Qualities:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Insanity Level From 1-100:
How Much Do You Like Chocolate From 1-100:
Favorite Kind Of Chocolate:
Have You Been In Space Before?
~Yes ~No ~I'M NEVER TELLING YOU MY SECRETS
Did You Read The Rules?
~Yes ~No ~I'M NEVER TELLING YOU MY SECRETS
Other:
Packing List:
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PS. Sorry for the long sheet.
(June 8, 2018 - 3:45 am)
OH WAIT BRYNN HAS A PET!!
Name: Grynn (Pronounced 'Grin')
Nickname: Stupid little dragon
Age: 3
Gender: Grynn's been neutered, but was originally a girl.
Appearance: A black dragon the size of an eagle.
Three Defining Qualities: Playful, loyal, stupidly intelligent (like a dog)
Likes: Brynn, Brynn's friends.
Dislikes: Brynn's enemies.
Insanity Level From 1-100: What's insanity?
How Much Do You Like Chocolate From 1-100: Uh...
Favorite Kind Of Chocolate: The kind that Brynn likes.
Have You Been In Space Before?
~Yup.
Did You Read The Rules?
~I can't read.
Other: Grynn follows Brynn everywhere, and Brynn will join Galaxy and kill people HA HA FEAR FOR YOUR LIVES!!
Packing List: I am a dragon I don't pack. Wait... I'M PACKING BRYNN BECAUSE I LOVE HER SO MUUUUUUUCH!!
(June 12, 2018 - 9:30 pm)
Ok. Thanks Rogue! Awesome. Just ONE MORE SPOT. Day 0 will definitely be posted tomorrow, and hopefully it will load in time for you guys to read it! It won't be very long, but I am still getting the hang of this XD
CAPTCHA says "unnf".
(June 13, 2018 - 12:08 am)
Oh dear, the CAPTCHA just got gagged. Or maybe the CAPTCHA was just knocked out? Okay, I have a morbid sense of humor.
(June 13, 2018 - 9:57 am)
Hey, morbid senses of humor rock! Maybe the CAPTCHA got hit with a... nevermind, sorry for any alarm I might have caused, Admins :)
(June 13, 2018 - 12:01 pm)
Or maybe the CAPTCHA is dyslexic and was trying to say 'funn'. Have fun little CAPTCHA!
(June 13, 2018 - 1:04 pm)
Haha don't worry I myself have a very morbid sense of humor. I mean, I am writing a ski lodge where someone dies every day. So to settle the argument about what happened to my CAPTCHA, I asked them myself. The answer was "wmom". Why mom? Well I would like to know what happened to you. I will preview this and see how you reply. Ok. Second answer was "ppyv". The v can substiture as a u, then if you switch the letters around it reads "pupy". So It's official. My CAPTCHA was attacked and gagged by a puppy. *vyuv*
(June 13, 2018 - 1:58 pm)
IT'S DAY ZEROOOOOO!!!
*Brynn points handgun at Glalaxy's face*
Start this thing or I will end it.
*Tentatively pushes handgun until it's pointing at the ground*
Chill Brynn. What's the fun in killing the killer before you've had a failed attempt on your life?
*Good point...*
*Turns to Galaxy*
*You'll live... For now... Can I kill your staff though?*
BRYNN! PUT. THE GUN. DOWN.
*Fine.*
*Throws handgun back into suitcase*
You know? I really do think it would be wise to make her the killer. Either that or she'll kill the killer as the killer is killing her... Now I'm just confused.
*Smiles evilly*
Brynn go away you're terrifying.
*That's kinda the point.*
Ugh.
(June 13, 2018 - 5:01 pm)
(June 13, 2018 - 9:43 pm)
*Well if I'm going to die then spare Grynn at least. WAIT IS IT POSIBBLE THAT GYRNN CAN BE TGE MURDERER?? That would be so awesome. Killed by my most trusted companion... I like it.*
Um, Brynn? You do know that because you are a fictional character I can resurrect you and put you in a different RP, right?
*Yeah, but would you really want to? I'm an assassin waiting to be killed for crying out loud.*
Good point... Yeah okay just make sure you die epically.
*Oh I will, I will.*
GAH STOP BEING SO OKAY WITH DYING IT'S FREAKING ME OUUUUUT!!
*Ha ha you're so pathetic!*
That's what YOU think. How does one choose the murderer in the first place? I be intrigued...
(June 14, 2018 - 1:50 am)
This is off to a great start, I love your writing style! I can't wait to see what happens next! :)
(June 14, 2018 - 10:56 am)
What? Galaxy's looking desperately for any maps of the star ship?
Oh, snap...
*pulls out hollow book*
*stands inconspicuous in the corner*
(June 14, 2018 - 12:30 pm)
@Rogue Wilding. At the start of the ski lodge, I write everyone's names on slips of paper, then crumple them up into little balls, shake them around in my hand, and then put each one in a compartment in The Chocolate Box Of Death. The one in the first compartment is the murderer, the one in the second compartment is the first to die, the one in the third compartment is the ssecond to die, etc. If you'd like, I can post a picture of The Chocolate Box Of Death so you can bask in its eternal glory!
Also, Hotairballoon, I was wondering for definitely no particular reason if I could play up your slight chocolate allergy to a more... Deadly version? (This is not foreshadowing AT ALL)
(June 14, 2018 - 1:27 pm)
I'm not allergic, it just bothers my stomach if I eat too much, and even then it's not all that bad compared to copious amounts of black beans or that accursed Subway in Cleveland. Death by chocolate sounds like a lovely way to go, though, so feel free!
(June 14, 2018 - 3:28 pm)
"Well then, you lot!"
Jupiter swept into The Chocolate Bar, glancing around disdainfully. "What is this? God, Galaxy and her obsession with chocolate, I swear." She surveyed the buffets that ran along three of the four walls, wrinkling her nose at the vast pools of cocoa deliciousness. She brightened, however, when her eyes alighted upon the popcorn machines situated at the exit. In a mad dash, she popped five kernels of it into her mouth, scooping the vast majority of the rest into her movie-style container. "Much better. I'm glad to see this establishment has some class. The last place we stayed in was awful. Anyway. My name is Jupiter, hello hello, welcome and all that. I'm a senior staff member here, which means that I'm better than every last one of you. Also, if you want the popcorn, you go through me, and I'm not cheap.
"Galaxy sent me here to do something . . . I forgot again." Jupiter sighed, rolled her eyes, then dug around in the pocket of her skintight pants. "Oh! Right! Rooms. Because for some reason she went out of her way to give you all lodgings. She also says that some of the rooms aren't full yet, because of the lazy people who haven't bothered to put their chocolate bars into the slot yet . . . again with the chocolate! Okay, let's see." She ruffled the paper self-importantly. "In the Nebula Room, we have Agent Winter (who will be severely disappointed when she finds out that there are no seasons in space), Viri (there's no i in team, but there are two in viri), Leafpool (who I would dislike swimming in), Mandy (the handy-dandy), and Spyro (again with the sleuth names?!). In the Planet Room, we've got Soren Infinity (soaring through infinity), Levana (whose name has more pronounciations than the sky has stars), Vyolette (she's a color in disguise - don't tell anyone!), Aspen (who's gaspin' for air in the vacuum of space), and some lazybones who hasn't bothered to show up yet. In the Star Room, you'll find Starseeker (who's finally found one), Zoey (her name may be ordinary, but I'm sure she's extraordinary), Trevor (poor lost toad), Quill (a proficient writer), and Abigail (rain and hail). Last and definitely least, in the Comet Room, there's Brynn (Brynn-ing on the heat), Alizarine (like margarine, but fancier), Ace (he doesn't like to kiss), hotairballoon (who can fly without a space station, thank you very much), and Grynn (perky as they sound). That's it, bye-bye." She tossed the paper behind her. "See you all later, I'm sure."
(June 14, 2018 - 4:01 pm)
Thanks Jupiter! The sleeping pill seems to have worn off, leaving no major side effects except a terrible headache and some missing papers from my office. I'm sure they wil turn up, however. Nobody would ever steal them.
Feel free to guess who Me, Jupiter and Blacky are!
Also, Day 2 is almost done, and will hopefully be posted tomorrow.
CAPTCHA says "tamf". See if you can guess what happened to them this time!
(June 14, 2018 - 7:53 pm)