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Ski Lodge?
As Myst read the letter, she had far to many questions going through her head... on top of it all was why. Why would someone ask her to host a new ski lodge? Who would do that? How did they find me? What are they trying to find out? She stared hard at the crinkled, but otherwise neat letter, tainted by the slightly scrawled ink, across the parchment-like paper. Biting her lip, she got up, peering out at the quiet gloom through a rain streaked window pane. Hmm. It wouldn't hurt to try, right? She laid the letter down on her rough mahogany desk, listening to the patter of the feeble drizzle. Like too many people rushing around, she thought, rather absent-mindedly. It seems a bit sudden, but I suppose I could use the adventure...Or rather the opportunity... Once again glancing around the cramped apartment she had rented under an alias, and applied for with a disguise, she returned to pondering.
Then, turning, she swiftly began the preparations.
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Myst had everything planned, set and ready to go. All she needed was receive the guests. Again she looked out the weathered pane of glass, the only thing separating her from the harsh nature. This time, though, the window was much larger, and reflected the dusk's faint light off the powdered precipitation, which had grown several inches within these painstakingly and meticulously planned past few weeks. Now, when she the surrounding room, even in the dim lighting, she saw the gleam of the palace's ballroom's polished floor, both the brilliant and creamy contrasting wallpapers, the ornately designed decorations and countless gadgets and trinkets. If she wandered far enough, she'd even glimpse the personalised guest rooms, perfectly attuned to the future visitors every want and need.
A brief smile played over her dainty lips, for the first time in months, upon simply noticing how ironic her full name was at this particular moment. The time had come...
submitted by Myst Eri E., age Obsolete, In the dark
(February 16, 2019 - 10:39 pm)
(February 16, 2019 - 10:39 pm)
Thanks, that would be splendid!
(February 28, 2019 - 2:55 pm)
Wow! This is fabulous! I have never done one of these before, and I will admit that it is a bit strange having someone write about you
(February 26, 2019 - 6:51 pm)
Thanks, I'm glad you guys (and gals) like it! I understand it can be just a tad bizarre to have someone else write about you, too.
(February 26, 2019 - 8:17 pm)
Day 2b and 3
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That night Jwyn, along with most of the other Chatterboxers, lie awake, either just staring up at the ceiling, or tossing and turning tirelessly. As she continued to contemplate, Jwyn eyes seemed to bore holes in her plafond, full of splendid paintings and carving that rivaled the Sistine Chapel, all dancing around a rather sizable gap, exposing the night sky. At first she wasn't sure if the stars were real, and even though they had definitely moved from earlier, she still hadn't yet decided. Either way it was really cool. She had been rather enchanted when she had discovered the hardware store along with aMbER's orignal house somehow existed behind a curtain in the "back" of her room (not that anyone had really found a difinitive place that marked the back, though.) Her excitement had died fairly quickly when they had discovered the body though --- she shuddered, restlessly turning over.
A couple of doors to the right, Nighthawk's pencil streaked across his sketchpad, stroke after stroke, beneath the desk lamp, which the room had provided. Tugging his ear-buds out for a second, and momentarily pausing the podcast he was listening to, Nighthawk lay down his pencil and pushed his sheet back, turning away. It had been a few hours and his wrist had begun to ache, so he would resort to reading for now. After a few moments of that he sighed. Murder could be quite distracting. Pulling out his little fidget cube, he decided that so long as he stayed in his room and wasn't murdered, everything would be fine. Pulling, pushing and prodding the tiny gadget, he presently glanced up at the clock. Ugh, there goes another hour. He quickly slipped into bed, dropping the cube onto the night stand. Snapping of the lights with his little remote, he placed that next to the little fidget product as well, closing his eyes, and immediately falling asleep.
Across the hallway and down a few doors, Estelle and Sierra shook their companions rigorously, waking them. When Conan rather groggily inquired why they were being woken in such a manner, Estelle had angrily retorted that a murder had just occurred. She was quickly even further irritated when both Jaybells and Conan protested that in order to find the culprit, they had to be able to sleep well. Furthermore, Luna-Lyne still would not wake up, but after several minutes, finally obliged. By the time that they were able to question her, both Jaybells and Conan had fallen asleep again. Skating all day in the back room. Really, Luna? I lament for all of you. She muttered. Peering up from her book, Amirah frowned I know this sounds like Jaybells or Sierra, but lament means to refer to something or someone that has died or ceased to exist. Are you implying something? Estelle responded, saying: No, I simply grieve the general lack of existence of their dignity. But when she glanced over at Amirah, the girl had her nose in the book again, leaning against the vast shelves filled with tomes, novels, and other publishing of such, while aMbER attempted furiously to scribble in her notebook. Estelle sighed, as even Sierra, trying to mask the quite frightened look on her face, huddled closer to Jaybells and Conan. They were for some reason sleeping on the floor in sleeping bags, despite there being several beds behind a door on the far side. Ugh...Was Estelle's only thought before she, too drifted off.
(February 26, 2019 - 8:14 pm)
Aah! This writing is so good! OMK, who's dead? Is it me? Or Dewy, Lev, or Sage? Aah!
(February 27, 2019 - 5:18 pm)
Ahhh this is so good! Honestly, how you wrote me was spot on. I have to admit that it was a bit weird seeing those pronouns for me [since most people use they/them for me or my biological ones] but it was actually really cool. So, thanks! Can’t wait for more!
(March 1, 2019 - 9:48 am)
NIGHTHAWK *Flying tackle hug* WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN???
(March 1, 2019 - 2:14 pm)
Oh gosh, Hi! I’ve been around, I just haven’t been posting too much lately. I’ve had quite a lot of doctor’s appointments in the past few weeks. I’ve also been off social media and stuff like this a lot for mental health reasons.
How have you been?
(March 1, 2019 - 9:49 pm)
I've been doing well! Is... there any way I can help you with your mental stuff? If you'd like I can pray for you. :)
(March 1, 2019 - 11:46 pm)
That’s good!
No, but thank you. I’m doing better than before, thankfully.
I would certainly appreciate the prayers, thank you :)
I hope you have a great day/night!
(March 2, 2019 - 4:08 pm)
I'm glad you're doing better! I'd be glad to pray for you! :)
(March 3, 2019 - 12:24 am)
Ack, this is getting so suspenseful! *chews fingernails nervously*
(February 27, 2019 - 3:43 pm)
Yes, this is getting quite interesting!
(March 4, 2019 - 6:31 am)
Myst Eri. E., are you The Girl Net Door?
(February 28, 2019 - 9:11 pm)
@Soren - Nope, I'm not The Girl Next Door!
(March 4, 2019 - 6:27 am)