Darn it! I wanted to join this.

The Sugarbowl has spoken. Four fates are sealed *evil laugh*

I apologize for the rushed transport, and also that I’m terrible at writing dialogue. I’d love to hear theories, input, notebook entries, whatever, though there isn’t much yet to go on.

Day 1 Part 2 

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It wasn’t long before the sun began to rise and they were rapidly approaching the mountains. Despite the hour, everyone was vividly awake.

Gracia, Rogue Wildling and Leo were having friendly discussion of their favorite books. Nihil, who sat with them, had once again disappeared in the direction of the snack bar with Rogue’s key. General Waffleson and Agent Winter were chatting lightly about what they wanted to do that day.

“Snowboarding sounds fun,” Winter mused, “but it seems to require a lot more balance than a skateboard.”

“Yeah,” replied Waffleson vaguely. He glanced out the window. “I wonder when we’ll get there.”

Beside them, Soren was staring contentedly out the window and Viola? was doodling aimlessly in her sketchbook.

Presently the attendant picked up the intercom.

“All passengers please remain in your seats and secure your safety belts. We will be landing shortly.” He then walked back through the front door. There was a buzz of excitement as the aircraft descended and finally landed on a secluded runway. When it had come to a complete stop, the intercom buzzed that it was safe to disembark. The CBers and CBeings gathered their luggage (Vyolette and Satin helped Leafpool with hers), and moved swiftly down the stairway that now projected from the jet, laden as the were. They shivered as an icy wind whipped the snowy mountainside. Barren trees glittered with ice. Evergreens were laced daintily with snow. An owl hooted somewhere in the dense winter woods before them. They looked up the mountain, trying to catch a glimpse of the lodge.

“Where is it?” Kitten asked nobody in particular.

“Nearby,” said a soft voice. An auburn-haired young woman in a long, faux-fur-lined pink coat stepped out of a clump of trees. She watched them curiously.

“Who are you?” Ella Starburst asked curiously..

“Oh, nobody,” The girl said mysteriously, “Only your host.” She smiled serenely at them. “You may call me Rose.” She watched them curiously another moment They were silent. “Follow me.” She abruptly beckoned and walked cheerily down a wide pathway the Chatterboxers hadn’t noticed before. They followed.

As they walked, large, white flakes began to fall, completing the majestic scene that several made a mental note to draw. Although the snow was quite heavy, they began to notice that the pathway remained clear and dry. Not a speck of snow could be seen on the clearly marked trail.

Leo tried to kick snow onto the path, but as soon as it hit, it immediately disappeared. “Fascinating,” he muttered.

Presently the company came upon a wide clearing. In the center stood an immense hotel building, apparently made out of wood. Hundreds of windows accented the many decorative log balconies. Smoke drifted from several chimneys atop the snow-covered roof. Large, grand glass double doors stood proudly within the central gable. Rose marched up to them and they swung open on cue. The visitors followed her into a lobby, full of luxurious sofas, armchairs, and small antique coffee tables. Lush oriental rugs were spread about the floor, and a cheery fire was burning in the fireplace.

“Welcome to Amor Lodge! Please make yourselves comfortable.” Rose gestured to the sitting area. She pulled a string that hung from the ceiling, and hidden speakers began playing Mozart.

Bewildered, the guests sunk into the sofas and gradually more subdued chatting ensued. Cake and Agatha, who were shivering, curled up by the fire. Rose sat on a nearby armchair and began doodling on an IPad.

“Miss Rosetta?” A tall young man in a deep crimson suit entered and swept over to Rose.

“Yes?” Rose replied with a slightly amused look.

“The rooms are prepared, and the meal is ready.”

“Thank you, Mister Jameson. And for the eighty-billionth time, James, call me Rose.”

The young man nodded hastily and left the room, seemingly flushed. Rose stood up, and at once the chattering Chatterboxers ceased to chat.

Rose clapped her hands together. “So,” she said, loudly so that it echoed off the walls, “shall we go to your rooms?” There was a delayed murmur of assent, unheard by Rose, who was already leading the way.

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I was guessing that you were Vyolette, though she has confirmed that that is not the case.

I don't know how I could have guessed the murderer, seeing as no one has died yet... or have they? *tries to come up with an accurate emoji to put here and fails*

Okay, are you... Spiffycat/Jithkeeper?