Round-Robin Story

Chatterbox: Inkwell

Round-Robin Story

Round-Robin Story

I read on TNO's rant about how the Chatterbox could be made better something about a round-robin story, so does anyone want to make one? *looks up hopefully* 

submitted by Lena G., age 11
(January 17, 2009 - 6:25 pm)

"Ho-hum," said the captain shakily, "quite an experience."

"We're far luckier than most," said Romania. "I'm afraid that we're going to end up eaten, though, tomorrow night, if we don't get off of here soon."

"Gee, or we could just negotiate with the monster," said Tarus jokingly. He hadn't been serious, but Romania's sudden shining expression indicated she could have thrown her arms around him, something Tarus decided was an interesting prospect that he could consider later.

"You're a genius, Tarus!" she exclaimed, and he grinned. "If we could talk to the serpent, I don't doubt that maybe we could turn our luck around."

"I do," muttered at least half the assembled crew in almost perfect unison.

"It's worth a try," said Gwindolyn valiantly. "Who's the best talker here?"

"I might try my hand at it," came a rasping voice, and all turned simultaneously to glance at someone they'd long since forgotten was part of their company: the greasy-haired, smooth-spoken prisoner.


"I say, my good reptilious sir," said the prisoner, speaking to the part of the island he thought might be an ear. "How are you faring this fine midsummer day, mighty ace one of the sea?"

To his chagrin, for a few moments there was no answer. Then, "Do you mind, señor? You are shoving your grimy boot into my eye."

"Oh!" said the prisoner, making a great show. "Oh, spare me, might kraken! Never wouldst I knowingly tread upon the nobel eye of your grace."

"Spare me the fancy lingo and tell me what it is you want, mortal," said the serpent. "Wealth? Prosperity? Good luck? Revenge? Curse lifted from the firstborn? A beautiful wife? Higher political position? Wisdom?"

"All I have need of, great one," said the prisoner, "my only humble desire, is that you might give myself and my crew safe passage back to the Merilands."

My creativity is at an end. It is rather difficult to put myself in the mind of a huge, destructive sea monster. Somebody else can pick up. Good luck. *immediately hits 'submit' and runs away to do something less taxing*

submitted by Mary W., age 11, Bordentown, NJ
(February 28, 2009 - 3:07 pm)

Whoa Whoa Whoa. Hold the phone!!  I was under the presumption that the prisoner o' war was swept overboard, never to be seen again.   This is quite confuzzeling.Surprised

submitted by Phoenix
(March 1, 2009 - 4:54 pm)

Was he? I'm obviously completely out of it. For simplicity's purposes, let us assume that he was not. He's too interesting, I personally think.


submitted by Mary W.
(March 2, 2009 - 12:14 pm)

I agree with Mary Liz - let's keep the prisoner. He might come in handy. Let's see here... what would a sea serpent say in this particular case?...

For a moment following the prisoner's request, silence reigned on the island of Laethros. Then the end of the island that the crew of the Poison Emerald was standing on began to rumble and shake gently, sending them all reeling. The movement of the sand was accompanied by a deep gargling sound. It took Tarus a moment to realize that the serpent was... laughing at them.

"Aaahaahaahaaa," gargled the serpent, "You want me to, aahaahaa, simply let you all go? Just allow you to, aahaahaa, wander off? The best prospective meal I've had in, aahaahaa, in nearly fifteen years?" The entire island began to rumble with the sea serpent's mirth. "That, haahaa, that is the most RIDICULOUS thing I've ever heard!"

The greasy prisoner hastily scrambled back. "Well, I tried, all right?"

Captain Viktelstoy snagged the prisoner by his grime-encrusted coattails. "Hold it right there, ye filthy vermin. Ye're not goin' nowhere until I says otherwise, and methinks ye might be of some use yet."

"And where, pray, do you think I was going?" muttered the prisoner sullenly, crossing his arms.


Hehe. That's all I got... sorry.

submitted by Commander Kip, age 16, Zraeland, Irlic
(March 2, 2009 - 6:35 pm)

hey,does anyone mind if I finish the story here and now?? If you do care, then please can anyone start working on the story???

submitted by Phoenix
(March 5, 2009 - 7:43 am)

I don't mind. Do as you see fit!

submitted by Commander Kip, age 16, Zraeland, Irlic
(March 5, 2009 - 2:18 pm)

I'm with Kipin- feel free!

(Though this comment is really just to put this thread back at the front of the queue.)

Speaking of Commander Kip-- another computer virus? Haven't heard from her in a while.

submitted by Mary W., age 11, Bordentown, NJ
(March 9, 2009 - 6:49 pm)

No, I'm okay! Just ridiculously busy... spring break coming up, piano recital impending, piles of homework, etc. So sorry I haven't been around much! I really need to get over the the roleplay and start the study group...

submitted by Commander Kip, age 16, Back from the D
(March 10, 2009 - 11:01 am)

Oh, homework? *knowing nod* Well, good luck with the piano recital.

submitted by Mary W., age 11, Bordentown, NJ
(March 11, 2009 - 4:57 pm)

*foppish tone* Why thank you, dahling! Very good, wot?

submitted by Commander Kip, age 16, BackFromTheDead
(March 23, 2009 - 2:53 pm)