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This person might consider themselves to be an ordinary person, but today the life they have always lived might take a turn for the extraordinary. On May 15, a day like any other, this person picks up the mail. There are the usual ads, a letter from a family member, and- what's this? A letter addressed to the person but with no return address? Curious, this person thinks. Tearing open the envelope, the person reads the letter.
Dear Reader,
If you have received this letter, you have been invited to the greatest ski lodge party ever to occur. We would be very pleased if you would attend. We shall begin on July 15, giving you two months to RSVP. We shall be very sad if you cannot attend. Come, come! Join in our celebration. We have but a few rules:
- In the past, a couple of murderers have seemed to sneak into the lodge and murdered everyone. If you're a murderer, stay away, unless your name is Melody, Red, or BHR.
- It's all fun and games here. No matter what happens, everything shall be silly and fun.
- If you have no idea what I'm going on about, you can read the rules to any of the past ski lodge adventures (the top comment on Pudding's Place should be one). If you do, ignore this and keep reading.
- A new day is usually posted in the morning by me. Every day, a new installment in the story occurs.
- You're very welcome to write your point of view of the day (why most people don't is a mystery to me!) but please wait for me to put the day up first.
- Logic sometimes gets tossed out the window. Nobody needs that stuff!
- I do not pick who lives and dies- my immortal companion, the Sugarbowl, carries your names and I randomly draw them out.
- If you ask me to put a really long, narcissistic, name into the Sugarbowl (*cough cough Melody cough cough*)- Excuse me, I seem to have come down with a bit of a cold. As I was saying- if you do ask me to put such a long name in, I will ignore you and probably tease you about it for the rest of your life. Don't think I won't.
- I tend to make fun of people a lot (*cough cough Melody cough cough*). My goodness, that really is a very persistent cold! Please don't take it personally. Also, I am sure I will mess up someone's gender. Don't take that personally either. I botch personalities and tend to make a general mess of things. Moral of the story: Don't take anything here personally. If I mess with you, it means I like you.
- What a hypocrite- "but a few rules", my foot.
- I always feel like this section is hard to write. Eh, if you don't get things, read another rule page, or ask me questions.
We look forward to your participation. Please come join the show.
-The Omnipotent Narrator
The Sugarbowl is waking up... It is time to choose your own adventure. Will you come join?
submitted by T.O.N.
(May 15, 2014 - 5:35 pm)
(May 15, 2014 - 5:35 pm)
1. Are you purposefully referencing books my brother has read? (He doesn't even know that my parents said he could come. I should tell him.)
1a. The Westing Game is fantastic. I need to reread it.
2. MCR!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)
yeah that's about it.
Spammy says: rprp. The CAPTCHA likes RPs!
(July 16, 2014 - 6:41 pm)
I'm referencing books, but I have no idea if Jack has read them or not.
(July 17, 2014 - 10:17 am)
Goodnight journal!
Today was lovely, even though T.O.N seemed a bit ill. It must have had something to do with FEP pushing him into the snow last night. I adored the skiing even though getting chased by a giant snow bunny was slightly terrifying... Not as terrifying as the proprietress who threw us out of the lodge though. I'm glad I had my mink coat, although I fear it may have been the reason we were attacked by a giant rabbit. Mink doesn't exactally scream " we're innocent." It probably yells something along the lines of " We're not animal activists, so it would be a great idea if you chopped us up and ate us like a giant carrot!" I'm a rather good skier though, so no worries about that.
I do hope we have a costume ball! For some reason I desperately want a costume ball. Ivy and Mag Fan are still desperately trying to flee Melody, who has been talking non stop for the past two hours in a way that makes me fear her jaw will eventually fall off. Ivy made me promise that if she talked for more than 20 minutes I would knock her out with a frying pan so they both could escape, but I seem to have forgotten my collapsible pocket frying pan, so no matter. Ivy is staring daggers at me though. I'm playing bridge with FEP, who is insistent upon going out with a hunting rifle tomorrow and bringing back some rabbit meat, but I'm so tired that I've employed the smile-and-nod tactic. Perhaps she won't notice that I'm not listening in the slightest.
Joe and Max are comforting a down-trodden Red, still recovering from a nasty bout of tickling he received from the girls earlier. I fear he is both mentally and emotionally scarred from the experience. But if we were going to worry about his well-being, we wouldn't have brought him along on a murder mystery ski lodge trip, would we? I think not...
Ellie and Bookbug are attempting to help BHR remove a large javelin from the nose of a stuffed bear on one side of the room. I'm not quite sure how it got there, but I don't think I'll ask. As for the rest: Watermelon, Moss, BlueFairy, and a few others are launching pizza at the ceiling with a catapult contraption they have constructed with things stolen from the boys' pockets. I'm sure the mess will please the cook and over-zealous maid immensely. Ah, well, that's all for now. I must say goodnight. And I believe that FEP has finally decided to rejoin the game from whatever world she was in for a few moments. I do believe I'm going to win again!
Goodnight! - Alice
(July 16, 2014 - 9:52 pm)
Blonde Heroines Rule's Diary ~
My dearest Silveny,
Things went to day very much as expected today. Especially since we have a narrator whom I am convinced has been buying from Corina.
The only unexpected thing was the javelin. For my bucket list's sake, I decided to throw it, quite convinced nothing would go wrong. Well typically being me, it went wrong, and decided to go get itself stuck in the nose of a stuffed bear. Ellie and Bookbug, seeing my dire predicament, were wonderful chaps and decided to help me out. Since we seemed unable, we hurled it out the window. I'm rather fond of hurling things (evidently), especially out of windows.
Joe is up to something. I can tell. That is why I am going to sleep with my blowtorch beneath my pillow. It's highly unlikely I shall actually set anything on fire.
Now I'm off to enjoy a terrible relationship between me and sleep.
Good night.
In all honesty, I really am currently sleep deprived. 5 hours. That's all I've had today. Somehow it seems I shall only get a few hours again tonight.
(July 16, 2014 - 11:20 pm)
Your request for a costume ball has been noted. We'll see what we can do.
I'm more worried about the state of my bank account than anything else...
The cook and the over-zealous maid were indeed pleased immensly. Good job.
(July 17, 2014 - 10:24 am)
Day 3
When she was nearly thirteen, my friend Jem got her arm badly broken at the elbow. This was a side-effect of some rather unfortunate circumstances, which should hopefully come into play later on in the story. But first, let's have Red with the weather.
Red: Righto, narrator. Here we are at the ski lodge and I can see that's it's shaping up to be a pretty snowy day. No sign from the sun yet, but it appears all the snowfall has blocked off the roads. We're stuck in here until the snow plows remember us at a point convenient to the plot.
Katie: Who cares if we're snowed in? Let's eat breakfast!
FQ: Hey, our food isn't ready yet.
WW: Where's the cook?
Corina: Oh great. I just found a note from them. *ahem* Dear ski lodgers, we were called away by some urgent business in the night. We'll be back as soon as possible! Watch out for flying sharks, Grumpy Old Men, and always remember "It's the first position in dancing." -With many small rodents, the Proprietress P.S. If you see Sir Jem Louise Margaret III, please request that she send us more drawings of boys in dresses. -the Chef P.P.S. Of course we're not running away because we don't want to clean up your pizza on the ceiling. Of course not! - with much love, the Maid
BHR: At least we have a full pantry.
Ivy: And judging by that scream, we've seen Jem Louise Margaret.
Teresa: Melody could be singing something, you never know.
Our dear FEP, accompanied by Ellie, has seem to have stumbled across a dead body in the fireplace.
Ellie: There's- there's a dead girl! Right there!
Maggie: So there is. Should we wait until later to pass on this message?
Zach: I rather think we should.
FEP: Why are you so calm??! Help! Call 9-1-1! The police! The hospital! The fire department! The nearest bakery! The mafia! The-
Blu: Calm down, FEP! Joe, do you have a mild dosage of that stuff you got from the Butler?
Joe: Uh, I guess I could try- but shouldn't we do something? There's a random dead girl!
S.E.: No good. The roads are blocked off, remember? Let's just put her somewhere safe for the moment and go make breakfast.
Reed: Hi, guys, what's going on? Why's everybody in he- SOMEONE'S BEEN STABBED! HELP! CALL 9-1-1! THE POLICE! THE HOS-
Theo: What- in our house?
Max: Too cruel anywhere.
Bounty: Watermelon and I will take care of her.
Watermelon: We will?
Bounty: So you guys just go make breakfast or something.
SPF: ... Am I supposed to be okay with this?
Jack: Oh, yeah. Maggie told me that it happens all the time. Just go with it.
Nina: What if I don't want to go with it?
Violet: Um, guys? If the waffle makers are smoking, that's not a good thing, right?
Madeline: Judging by the fire alarm, I would hazard a "yes".
In the attempts to put out the waffles, clean the oatmeal off the ceiling where it had exploded, and make simple toast, the stabbed girl, the late Jem Louise Margaret, was forgotten.
Melody: I'd like to point out my heroics in putting out the waffles. Hit it, girls!
Moss: Bless my soul, Mel was on a roll, person of the week on every CB opinion poll.
Alice: What a pro, Mel could stop a show, point her at a waffle and out it goes.
Moss and Alice: She was a no one, a zero zero. Now she's a honcho, she's a hero!
Maggie: Isn't this a bit... much?
Melody: Hush, Maggie, I'm basking in my glory over here.
Later, as the skiers went out do the serious business of skiing, one person remained alone in the lodge. A smile played out over their lips. My, things this morning had been... exciting, weren't they? Tomorrow certainly seemed to be even more exciting. Oh yes, there was a show planned for tomorrow and it would be delightful.
(July 17, 2014 - 1:57 pm)
@T.O.N.
Ha! These are really great, T.O.N.!!! Thanks for doing this for us. (By the way, is the opening a reference to "To Kill A Mockingbird"? I LOVE that book!)
(July 17, 2014 - 2:37 pm)
Thanks, Teresa! I'm really glad you participate and enjoy reading these silly stories.
I love To Kill a Mockingbird too! We had to write a ridiculous amount of essays for it in eighth grade but surprisingly, that made me enjoy it more.
(July 17, 2014 - 4:47 pm)
It was my summer reading book for AP Language and Composition. Surprisingly, it's the first time I've had required homework over the summer. I loved all the characters, especially Scout and Atticus, and the overall theme was fabulous! I found it odd though that Jem and Scout called Atticus by his first name.
(July 17, 2014 - 5:07 pm)
I love Scout!! She's the best:)
(July 17, 2014 - 6:59 pm)
Can you avoid being murdered?
(July 17, 2014 - 2:36 pm)
Uh...? If you're not the murderer, you have a pretty low chance of survival. If you are, then... well, I still like having justice served, so I guess the answer is "no".
(July 17, 2014 - 4:49 pm)
That's actually an interesting question. Especially since I'm new to this, I'm really not sure how much control the participants have over what happens, and if their replies to what T.O.N. writes can influence the course of the story. I've been trying to do that... but, is T.O.N... wait, she decides who the murderer is from the start? Then I guess we really have no control at all over where it goes.
I believe the murderer is the first name T.O.N. picks out of the infamous sugar bowl, which holds all the names.
Admin
(July 17, 2014 - 5:28 pm)
"She" are two boys, but besides that...
I (Ruby) know who the murderer is because I pulled their name out of the Sugarbowl. I had no idea who they were going to be before that. People die randomly as well, they're also pulled out of the Sugarbowl. I would wait for the last person standing to be the murderer, but then I'd accidentally write all kinds of continuity errors and would fall to pieces on the murderer's confession, attempting to make head or tails of their wanderings.
I haven't really changed the basic story line from other ski lodges in the past (past players can probably recite along with me what happens on Day 3, Day 6, etc.), but the content changes every time. The reason why people keep on coming back is because I change up what happens from day to day a lot. I have a number of silly things planned and if there's something you want to happen, just ask. I like the idea of a costume ball, like Alice asked for, so it's in the notes and going to happen unless something drastically changes.
What you guys write does change the content of the story unless there's something I'd much rather do instead. I try to take into account everything you write, so it gets added to the notes (we're drowning in notes, we have so many pages it's hilarious), but sadly, not everything in the notes can be put into the final.
In summation, individuals have less freedom than in an RP, but I really do my best to make sure everything is accounted for.
Thanks for the cross-country skiing on Day 1! I think downhill is kinda scary.
Admin
(July 17, 2014 - 7:06 pm)
T.O.N. is a girl?! Sorry if I offended you, but I always thought you were a boy.
(July 18, 2014 - 6:52 pm)