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Chatterbox: Inkwell
You wake up in the morning, a normal morning, just like any other day. Besides the catchup in your ears. That was new. Just then, you hear the doorbell ring. You open your door, look down, and there is a small Pug with a collar, and tag. The tag is blank, besides a note tucked in; you read it aloud:
"You lucky person, you! This January would you like too go too the Bahamas? Too bad, if you do, because I want YOU too come to my Arctic Hotel, Hotel Happy, Sunshine, Good Times! Get ready to pack your bags and leave!
I know you, you don't know me."
Here the dog rolled her eyes.
"As I was saying, before that dog rolled her eyes at me," you gasp, "I know, shocking, right. I know when people interrupt. Anywho, as I was saying, I see your every move. However, that is not everything, I wish for you to return my message, at latest eight o'clock on January First. You must be here on exactly January Twentieth; if you come any later, you will find that Hotel Happy, Sunshine, Good Times, will have disappeared, from the face of the Earth."
You read the last line many times. "Disappeared, from the face of the Earth."? you asked.
The dog nodded. "It will turn invisible," the dog said
"WHAT?!?!?!" you asked "YOU TALK?!?!?!?!"
"Of course," the dog said calmly. "Oh, and there is more on the other side."
"Logic will be forgotten completely, no normalcy what so ever, people will die, for one of you is a murderer, we will make you feel right at home. If you die, please, ask the murderer to kindly cleanup the bloody mess; my Maid, Gwenie, never cleans things up.
Signed,
THE SINISTER KEEPER."
"My owner, the Sinister Keeper asked me to pick up from here.
'I will pick people out of the DOOMSDAY ICE BOWL daily! The one left at the end, is the MURDERE;, to come sign this.'' " The dog stops and hands you a Form, " 'It's just a few kinks that need working out.
PS, this is not optional, you must come. All things will be charged to John F.Q and CaptainRead, as well as Squeak and Danielle. '
Welp, that's it!" the dog said, as she poofed out of sight.
You look at the Form, it says the following:
'I __________,
Will not hold;
Death by: Pillow Riding,
Pillow by: Death Riding,
Pink Fluffy Unicorns Dancing on Rainbows,
Flying Penguins,
etc,
Agents the Sinister Keeper
Signed,
___________
*You may hold all things agents Maid Gwenie, she has been to jail many times.
**Ghosts can dream, and hallucinate, however, only Alter-Egos can see them.
***Cappies may stow away.
****POOFF!!
*****This was based off the Ski Lodge and The RMS Co.
******We credit the RMS Co. Because we are the hotel that you went to.
Please RSVP,
Thank you,
You will die,
Sinister Keeper.'
You read, and re-read,
You must go to Hotel, Happy, Sunshine, Good Times.
(This may look familiar, I'm bringing it back!)
submitted by The Sinister Keeper, age Immortal, The Hotel, as always
(February 1, 2015 - 12:54 pm)
(February 1, 2015 - 12:54 pm)
NO ONE ELSE CAN JOIN. I REPEAT NO ONE ELSE. I AM DRAWING NAMES OUT OF THE HAT TODAY...
Rooms (now that we have more people):
Dev-Chosie
Saint-Agent (Who will hereby be known as ANC)
Piester-Blast
Savv-Ellie
Curio-Brooke
Caro-Forest
Somebody-Kingie
Danie-Squeak
Tell me if I forgot you.
PS: there is a room where Alter Egos can hang out, and go crazy.
(March 11, 2015 - 9:40 am)
ROOM status update
by the department including nonexistent ominous someones at undulating rigidity (or DINOSAUR)
Room a: The Room that will Totally NOT Explode in the Near Future: Chaosie and Devil Owl: Status: Shredded and partially eaten.
Room b: The Room that is Totally NOT Sapping the Resident's Life: Saint Owl and Agent: Burned and shrouded in darkness.
Room c: The Room that is Totally NOT a Giant Pie: Masked and Blaster: Status: Covered in pie filling, cherry Mountain Dew, and blue Mountain Dew.
Room d: The Room that is Totally NOT a Professional Drummer: Savvy and Ellie: Status: Chocolate-covered.
Room e: The Room that is Totally NOT a Time Machine: Brookeira and Curious: Status: No one knows, they're playing D&D and won't let us in.
Room f: The Room that is Totally NOT a Banana: Carolion and Forrest: Status: Forested.
Room g: The Room that is Totally NOT going to Implode in the Near Future: Somebody and Kingie: Status: On fire.
Room h: The Room that is Totally NOT infested with Cobras: Danie and Squeak: Status: Cheese covered.
(March 11, 2015 - 12:47 pm)
You forgot me! I think you forgot Cayke, too!
(March 11, 2015 - 5:51 pm)
Two things: 1) WHY DO I HAVE TO ROOM WITH CANDY KING?!?!
2) My room is on WHAT and will "not" WHAT in the near future?!
Agent: I'm fine with Saint Owl and with the room being burned and shrouded in darkness-- actually that's pretty cool-- but my room is "not" WHAT?!?!
Both: ROOM SERVICE!!!!
(March 11, 2015 - 6:04 pm)
Carolion King: *shrugs* It's not ideal, but I like bananas.
Candy KING: AHHHHHHH! FIIIIIIIIIREEEEEEEE! CALL THE PEPPERMINT POLICE! OR THE SUGAR SHERIFF!
P.S. Clyde says fuun. Yes Clyde, vacations are fun, but I don't know about this one...
(March 12, 2015 - 8:21 pm)
Sorry, you and Cayke are together, Stowl.
(March 11, 2015 - 10:17 pm)
I shall make this day mixed up! The end is the beginning, the beginning is the middle, and the middle, the end. (Alter Egos are back)
~DAY 1~
1:00 A.M.~
"We all thought she was the murder..." St.Owl calmed
"Well, I never-" Squeak began
"Shut up Squeak," his twin sister, Danie, ordered
"But I-"
"You should never start a sentence with "but"," Brooke pointed out
"Well I-"
"Why are you guys sad? I'm pumped Saint died!" Dev screeched at the top of her lungs, "Hey! I prefer to be called a he."
Oh fine
"How did it happen?" you ask.
12:00 (of yesterday) A.M.~
Saint woke up, like always, at twelve in the morning. She got her knife out, and dipped the point in mysterious red liquid ("HEY! It's only red ink! I collect pretty inks," St. stated).
She wrote a note, saying;
Dear Murder, or should I say Eaakourenme,
I don't think that's what it really said, the "ink" was very smudged.
I know you are the Murder. I will slip this note under your door. I hope your roommate, Andrei,
Again, smudged ink.
I want to offer you a partnership. I saw that crazed gleam in your eye, as soon as you entered this place. Consider my offer.
-Saint Owl (The Third)
Our Murder here, got the letter. They considered. Then, they realized, no one could know. So, they had to rid of our Owl here, who, might I add, is far from a saint.
12:00 P.M.~
I'm nicknameing Saint Owl, Owl.
"Psst, Owl, come here!" a mysterious hooded figure said.
"Will you accept my offer?"
"Sorry, can't do that."
The murder shoved Owl a ferret, and she died.
"Ferret...too...cute...for...my...dark...soul..." Was the last thing she said.
Rest in Pieces Owl, rest in Pieces.
(March 12, 2015 - 11:21 am)
One, I'm fine with sharing a room with Cayke.
Two, what room do we get?
And Three, NOOOO!!!!! Saint Owl, what the heck you dofus!!!!!!!!! AAAAARRRGGGGHHHHHH
....hey, now I don't have to worry about her anymore!
....uh oh.... she was the only one who kept Devil Owl in check..... DUN DUN DUUUUUN
(March 12, 2015 - 3:38 pm)
Don't you mean "Murderer"? And R.I.P. Saint Owl. You will not be missed. *evil laughter*
(March 12, 2015 - 3:52 pm)
*Plants C4 in all rooms, rigs with automatic ignition system, blows all up*'
MUAHAHA! I AM THE MURDERER!!!
Somebody: *turns off green screen of flaming hotel*
No you aren't.
(March 12, 2015 - 6:36 pm)
Those smudged letters must also be mixed up... rearrange them... move a letter out... (gasp) I KNOW WHO THE MURDERER IS AND IF YOU KILL MP I'LL REVEAL YOU!
(March 13, 2015 - 8:43 am)
Uh oh. Brookeria, remember what happened to Saint Owl. She knew too much...
Agent: And died of out-cutedness. *shudders* What a horrible fate.
(March 13, 2015 - 9:29 am)
I signed up before the deadline! No one is noticing me!
(March 13, 2015 - 10:13 am)
If you have a suspicion of who the murder is, you can say it here. I won't confirm those till the end, though.
(March 13, 2015 - 9:26 am)
Shoot! Sorry, your name is in the Ice Bowl, I just forgot!
(March 13, 2015 - 10:55 am)