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. 

 

submitted by Galaxy, age Many moons, TheEverExpandingUniverse!
(June 8, 2018 - 3:45 am)

back to the Pudding's Place

This is great. And cool, I'm in with Mandy and Spyro. Anyway, I cracked up once I finally got the plays on the names. 

My only guess would be John F. Q., Pied Piper, and Chinchilla. But John and Pied Piper are already doing the Disorienting Express so....what about Rose bud and....friends....?

Well, the CAPTCHA was trying to tell us that something's been suspiciously tampered with, but the murderer probably muffled the CAPTCHA before it could get its word out. (This poor CAPTCHA must be having a seriously bad time.) 

Hazel says revp. Does she have a motorcycle or something? 

submitted by Leafpool, age Finite, This side of reality
(June 15, 2018 - 1:26 pm)

...or else you're giving us a long anagram by way of many CAPTCHA posts. But probably not. That would be even crueler to that poor CAPTCHA, who's already having a really bad day. 

Hazel says ptzi! 

submitted by Leafpool, age Finite, This side of reality
(June 15, 2018 - 1:35 pm)

Day 2
"What I would give for a nice hot plate of chicken," Hotairballoon mused as he stared despondently at the popcorn machine. It was the only non-chocolate thing in The Chocolate Bar. It was also the only thing in the entire space station that required money. And Hotairballoon had no money. So he was stuck with chocolate. It wasn't that he didn't like chocolate. In fact, he loved chocolate. He was simply allergic to it. Yes. I know. A chocolate allergy is one of the worst fates in the multiverse. Well, second only to an all-food allergy. No matter how much Hotairballoon hated his allergy, he was forever grateful that he didn't have to live off vitamin tablets and ice cubes. As he was thinking these incredibly depressing thoughts, someone growled behind him. He jumped and spun around, expecting an axe-weilding banana. Since there are obviously no axe-weilding bananas in ski lodges (only human axe murderers. Wait what I said nothing), it was just Alizarine. "Um, Hi?" Hotairballoon said awkwardly. "It's so unfair isn't it?" Alizarine exploded. Not waiting for an answer, she continued, "The popcorn prices! I mean, a dollar per cup?? It's outrageous!!! It's hardly any popcorn anyway because it's so light and fluffy!" Her eyes darkened. "And don't get me started on that 'Jupiter' person..." Taken aback by Alizarine's rant, the only reply Hotairballoon managed was "Umm.. Yeah, it.. Sucks." An awkward silence then ensued where both glared fiercly at the popcorn machine, for lack of anything else to do. The popcorn machine did not particularily like being glared at, so it was quite glad when Alizarine finally looked away and idly suggested they file a popcorn complaint somewhere. "Sure," Hotairballoon shrugged, and the two wandered out into the elevator.
The murderer let out the breath they had been holding and got out from under the table. Even though they had just been raiding the wide variety of chocolate desserts when Hotairballon had come in, they had panicked and hid under a table, despite their innocence (Not that innocent, mind you. I still have a headache from that sleeping pill). Nevertheless, they were glad they had. They now had a plan. All was left was to set it in motion. The murderer chuckled and stepped into the next elevator. 
*******
"What the heck is a broom closet doing on a space station?" Brynn asked Grynn. Grynn shrugged. She didn't know much about broom closets. "Well we need to investigate then right?" Grynn nodded enthusiastically and nudged open the door. The dark broom closet stretched away like a long skinny hallway. There was one broom lying on the dusty floor, and Brynn picked up. You never know when brooms can come in handy. They continued walking, squinting for signs of anything suspicious. Suddenly, Brynn halted. Grynn stopped too and looked up at her questioningly. She bent down and whispered in her ear: "Grynne I think there's a person down there. I can see their silhouette against a window. Can you investigate?" Grynn nodded and crept off down the corridor. She was almost invisible, because of her black scales. Brynn waited a few minutes then followed. Suddenly, someone laughed. "Hey little dragon!" Brynn jumped and dropped the broom, which clattered to the ground noisily. She winced. The laughing stopped. "Who's there? Show yourself!" "It's just me, Brynn." She walked up to the person by the window. They visibly relaxed. "Oh. Thank goodness! I thought you were... No never mind. I'm Starseeker by the way! Nice to meet you!" "You too. What are you doing in here anyway?" "Oh, yeah I guess it is a little strange finding someone at the back of a broom closet." She laughed. "I'm just looking out the window. I needed some time away from Zoey and Trevor who were just sitting around staring at each other." Brynn laughed too. "Yeah guess that would get a little tiring." "Hey, wanna do something? We can go check out the arcade!" "Sure!" The two new friends and dragon trekked back out of the closet and into the sudden light of the 2nd floor, where they promptly bumped into Hotairballoon and Alizarine, who were poring over a bunch of papers. "It must be on this floor!" Alizarine muttered before she saw Brynn, Starseeker, and Grynn. She looked up and quickly hid the papers behind her back. "Heyyyy," she said, trying not to look suspicious, but only succeeding in looking as if she had a terrible stomach ache. Hotairballoon, who did have a terrible stomach ache, saved them by quickly saying "Umm we were just looking for the bathrooms?" Starseeker laughed. "The bathrooms are on the first floor." "You can come with us!" added Brynn, "We're going to the Arcade." "Ok! Awesome!" said Alizarine, who had recovered her dignity. Grynn led the group into the elevator, and they zipped down to the first floor.
Alizarine and Hotairballoon thanked Starseeker, Brynn, and Grynn, went to their respective bathrooms, waited a few minutes, then left and boarded the elevator again. As you've probably already guessed, the two friends hadn't actually been looking for the bathrooms. They were looking for the popcorn complaint office. But since complaining about popcon prices and suspicious somewhat missing papers were both against the rules, they had decided to pretend they were only looking for the bathrooms. Geez, do I really have to explain that to you? Can't you figure something out for yourself every now and then? Hotairballoon and Alizarine did. They actually found a popcorn complaint office in a space station where popcorn-complaining was forbidden. With the help of a forbidden-slightly-stolen map. Now that is an amazing feat. Well, they were aided by the murderer, who was the one who put the hastily-made-sharpie-and-paper-sign on the door of the storage room, turning it into a popcorn complaint office. Alizarine read the hastily made sharpie-and-paper sign: "Complaints About Popcorn, AKA CAP. Our Motto: Put a cap on it! We don't care about your stupid popcorn!" She frowned, "Not a very nice welcome." Hotairballoon shrugged and opened the door, "Whoa. This is a pretty lame office," he said. "No kidding! I would never work here." The room was completely empty. Well except a small mouse hole in the corner. But since mouse holes are really just empty air with a name, it still fits the description of the room. Alizarine stepped inside to investigate further. She immediately realized her mistake when the door slammed shut behind her. The lock clicked. She was trapped. "Hotairballon? What was that? Did you do that?" she called. Instead she heard Brynn: "Why did you do that??" Then Jupiter: "RULE BREAKERS MUST BE SEPARATED AND PUNISHED!!" The shouting continued, but Alizarine wasn't paying attention anymore. She had bigger things to worry about. While she had been distracted, a line of mice with very large bluish fangs had formed and was slowly advancing on her. Puzzled, she bent down to pick one up. It bit her. She shrieked and threw it across the room. It got up and kept walking toward her. Creeped out, Alizarine squeezed her injured finger and backed up to the door.  The mice kept walking. Frantically, she pounded on the door. "LET ME OUT!!!" The volume and pitch of the garbled shouting outside rose considerably, but other than that, her pleas were to no avail. They certainly had no affect on the mice, who just kept coming. And coming. And coming. They poured out of the mouse hole. So many, that they covered the entire floor. Each one had blue fangs the size of Alizarine's fingers. One clamped onto her right sneaker. She kicked it off. It was replaced by another. Two attached themselves to her left sneaker. She tried to kick them off, but they were smarter and held on. She reached down to pry them off with her fingers, but three scrambled up her arms and onto her shoulders. While she was occupied with those, the rest swarmed up her legs. She screamed, but it was quickly muffled by mouse fur and blue fangs. Alizarine was completely covered by the strange vampire mice. If the people outside had opened the door at that time, they would have seen a very strange sight: What seemed like a dancing pile of vampire mice somehow managing to disappear through a tiny mouse hole. But they people outside were too late. When they opened the door, all they saw was a neat pile of forbidden slightly-missing-slightly-stolen ship blueprints, and the flicker of a tail.
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RIM, Alizarine, Rest In Mice
Sorry you're the first to die. It's never very fun. But I can't help it if the Chocolate Box Of Death picks you. 
Also, not many people were mentioned today. Never fear, you will be mentioned soon.  
submitted by Galaxy~DAY 2!!!, age Many moons, MilkyWay Space Station
(June 15, 2018 - 2:32 pm)

@Galaxy are you Quirker?

Levana says ewoa. I think she's blown away by your writing!

submitted by Soren Infinity, age 0.53, World-in-my-head, Fantasy
(June 15, 2018 - 3:20 pm)

Nope all guesses are wrong!

And my poor CAPTCHA says "mddb". Oh no what's happened now??  

submitted by Galaxy~DAY 0+2 OUT!!, age Many moons, The Milky Way
(June 15, 2018 - 3:54 pm)

UPDATES:

Day 3 probably won't be posted until the 17th. After that I am going on a trip until Thursday. I will try to write Day 4 during my trip, but I may not be able to post it. Please keep this topped until I'm back! Perhaps I'll ask Jupiter and Blacky to entertain you while I'm gone, but that's a slightly scary thought. 

Also, Ashlee G. has joined this because I needed another person. She gave me her sheet telepathically, which is why it's not on this thread. She will be in the Planet Room. 

This time CAPTCHA says "bved". Yes you're right I should go to bed its very late. Goodnight! 

submitted by Galaxy, age Many moons, TheEverExpandingUniverse!
(June 16, 2018 - 3:34 am)

Oh cool! But how did you know Ashlee? Where do you know her from? This is also mysterious no matter how you know her, but still.....suspicious....not St. Owl? Is one of you St. Owl?

submitted by Leafpool, age Finite, This side of reality
(June 17, 2018 - 12:27 pm)

St.Owl? That's a more ridiculous name than Levana, which took me hours to think up something witty about. Where ever did you get something like that from knowing the lovely Ashlee G. (who, may I add, just could not stand to be normal)?

I could never be St.Owl, Madame I-Don't-Want-To-Swim-In-You. That would be, quite frankly, absolutely ridiculous. 

submitted by Jupiter, Ridiculing
(June 17, 2018 - 5:14 pm)

*Snickers*

*Cracks up* 

Okay. Gimme a moment.

*has a moment* 

*takes a deep breath*

*starts laughing again*

What the heck? I can't even make sense of this post, let alone try to figure out if you're trying to tell me that you are St. Owl, or that you aren't St. Owl.  

submitted by Leafpool, age Finite, This side of reality
(June 18, 2018 - 9:46 am)

*examines nails* I pride myself on that, darling.

submitted by Jupiter, Triumphant
(June 18, 2018 - 3:48 pm)

Whoa. That's a new one. Death by vampire mice. XD And boy, I can testify to the sentence: "Zoey and Trevor sitting around and staring at each other." XD 

submitted by Vyolette
(June 16, 2018 - 8:39 am)

Oh yeah. XD

~Starseeker 

submitted by Starseeker, age 156 moons, Enterprise
(June 24, 2018 - 1:09 pm)

Oooh, this is off to a great start! I have no idea who any of you might be.

submitted by Abigail, age Old enough, Inside my head
(June 17, 2018 - 5:00 pm)

Hi roomies! So how's it going? I just figured out there's no seasons in space, so sad. Uhhh... So, you guys want to check out the chocolate buffet or something?

yoou arre awwk ward 

What the heck, Viri? I am not awkward! Sheesh. CAPTCHAs these days.  

(Sorry I haven't popped in in a while, I'm currently in Ireland and I keep forgetting to check the CB.)

submitted by Agent Winter, Classified
(June 18, 2018 - 4:30 am)

Jupiter, are you September?

submitted by Agent Winter, Classified
(June 19, 2018 - 9:35 am)
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