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Island Paradise Resort!!!
Island Paradise Resort!!! Please join!
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You are walking into your neighborhood, miserable. You just got out of school, and it's Winter Break. You should be happy, but you aren't. you are going to be stuck in your boring house the whole break, with no access to the Chatterbox. This is because you are grounded.
For reading. Reading!
Well, that isn't exactly the whole story.
The day before yesterday, you were reading an extremely immersing fantasy novel. You were in the middle of a very suspenseful part when your parent yelled,"Lights out!" You tried to argue, but your parent cut you off. "I don't care how good your book is. You need to get some sleep." You wanted to scream that they didn't understand, that you simply had to keep reading. But you kept quiet; there was no use in arguing. You sighed and turned off your lamp.
Five mintues later, you pulled your covers over your head, along with three quilts on top to make sure your flashlight wouldn't shine through and give you away. You turned it on. It was supposed to be used for emergencies only. And this was an emergency. A book emergency.
You continued reading, feeling excited. You wanted to scream with giddy delight when the main character finally kissed that girl, but you could only smile silently. You wanted to punch the wall when the main character's best friend betrayed him, but you could only grit your teeth. Then that charming wizard guy died. You dropped the book, shaking.
"Nooooooooo!" you wailed. "No, no, no, I hate you, author!"
Your bedroom door flew open, and your parent rushed it. It all went downhill from there.
"I am confiscating your book for two da-" your parent started. Suddenly there was a flash, and the room seemed to shudder. For a second, your parent's eyes turned scarlet. Then everything went back to normal, and you forgot all about that weird thing that just occured.
Your parent's voice was cold. "You are grounded. For the entire Winter Break. No screen time, no blogging, and no leaving the house."
Now you are walking home, dead leaves crunching beneath your feet.
You arrive at your house and open the mailbox. Something flies into your hands. It's a letter:
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Dear Chatterboxer and Book Lover,
You have been invited to be in the first group of people to stay at the newly constructed Island Paradise Resort! The Resort sits on a tiny island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. In fact, the entire island is owned by the Resort. We are its only inhabitants. You will be taken to the island on a first-class private jet. Once you arrive, prepare to have a world of fun!
Our Resort is made up of a four-story luxury hotel, a beautiful beach, a small amusement park, a five-star restaurant, multiple relaxation areas, three thrilling waterslides, a peaceful forest, and absolutely no murders!
And the best part is...it's all FREE*!!!
The length of your stay depends on the number of people attending. If you choose, you may bring one AE and/or one CAPTCHA. We will pick you up from your home. Watch for our purple limousine.
We are not responsible for any pain, excruciating pain, deaths, excruciatingly painful deaths, or pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows.
See you there,
Island Manager
*You will have to pay for the popcorn.
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You pack your belongings right away, and as soon as you finish, a shiny violet limousine parks in front of your house. You run outside, dragging your AE and(/or) your CAPTCHA with you. The car door opens, and you get in. Before you know it, you are driven away in a whirl of mauve.
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I will let you all know when we have enough people, and then no more people can join.
And you may start guessing as to who I am starting the moment you join.
submitted by Island Manager, Island Paradise Resort
(June 6, 2016 - 12:58 pm)
(June 6, 2016 - 12:58 pm)
OMG THE LIN DOLLAR BILLS ARE A REAL THING.
Just search on Google Images: "lin-manuel miranda 10 bill"
(July 1, 2016 - 5:55 pm)
DAY EIGHT
At 6:00 in the morning, a sound rang out in September's room.
Ding!
Although the sound of receiving a text wasn't very loud on September's phone, she woke up right away. She'd had trouble falling asleep the night before, the night of the day Brookeira was strangled to death in the gift shop. When September had finall managed to go to sleep, she slept very lightly, and her dreams were filled with ghosts of teh dead and sillouhettes creeping down the hallway.
September sat up and rubbed her eyes and took her phone from her nightstand. The text was from Bumblebuddy.
Meet me in my hotel room. The number is D5. Don't tell anyone else you're coming.
September hesitated. What if Bumblebuddy was the killer? What if her grief was only an act? What if September was her next target?
September sat back down on her bed and put her face in her hands. She was afraid. So afraid...
But then again, Bumblebuddy would probably be angry with her if she didn't come. So far, Bumblebuddy's wrathful suspicion hadn't descended upon her yet, and September wanted it to stay that way. The fear was already a lot to handle. If people accused her of being the killer...that just might be the last straw.
September clenched her shaking fists and stood up. She quickly ran her brush through her hair. She left her room, and pulled the door handle to make sure it was locked.
Then she strode down the hallway.
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More later.
(July 1, 2016 - 7:31 pm)
DAY EIGHT, continued
When Hermione opened the door to Hotel Suite D5, she was surprised to find that there were already others there besides Bumblebuddy.
September and Danie sat cross-legged on the expensive carpet as well. Danie's dirty blond hair was tied up in a neat pontail. She looked awake and ready to start the day. September's hair was loose, and there were deep circles underneath her eyes, as if she hadn't gotten enough sleep.
"Oh! You're here, Hermione," September said with a tinge of relief in her voice.
Probably because she's nervous being around Bumblebuddy. Everyone seems to be, Hermione thought. And she doesn't know Danie very well, so September most likely still didn't feel comfortable.
"Bumblebuddy said one more person would be coming, then we could start," Danie said, then looked at Bumblebuddy questioningly. "Well, whatever we're going to start."
Bumblebuddy picked up a platter from a white shelf behind her. She held it out to the guests. "Do you guys want tarts? I got 'em from the restaurant."
"Sure," Danie replied, taking a random tart from the plate.
"Why thank you. I'm immensely fond of pastries," Hermione said perkily, selecting a tart with a large amount of peaches. She had read somewhere that most animals, especially dogs, were able to smell fear. Bumblebuddy was no animal, but she did seem to easily pick up on others' anxiety. Therefore, Hermione figured that the best way to act around Bumblebuddy was as normal as possible.
September reached for one hungrily and took a large bite.
"Okay then," declared Bumblebuddy. "Now that you all have food, we can begin. You're all here 'cause of the text you got, right?"
The CBers nodded.
"Right. This is a Trust Circle meeting."
"Trust Circle?" Hermione repeated. "Is that...a club you've formed?"
"Kinda."
"So...you mean you trust us more than anyone else, so you've put us in a club?" Danie asked.
"No. I'm gonna have lots of Trust Circle meeting, with different groups of people. You're the first. Everyone will come see me one time or another. This is not called a Trust Circle because I trust you. It's called a Trust Circle because we're gonna discuss who we can trust and who we can't. Although it so happens that this first group I do trust..."
"That's g- " September started to say.
"...Relatively."
September gulped.
"So. Who do you think is the murderer?" Bumblebuddy said conversationally.
Nobody spoke.
Hermione cleared her throat. "Let me get this straight: You requested us to be here so we can point fingers?"
"Yup," Bumblebuddy said cheerfully.
Hermione bit her lip. "I'm not so sure about this."
"Really," Bumblebuddy said with an edge to her voice. "I wonder why you don't want us to discuss suspscions."
September gasped at the audacity, but Hermione didn't say a word. She stared at Bumblebuddy, her brown eyes calm but intense, a contained storm. It was a look that said I do not agree with what you are doing but for the sake of peace I will leave you alone and you should be grateful for that. "It's not like that, Bumblebuddy, and you know that to be true." She paused. "Proceed."
There was a trace of a smirk of Bumblebuddy's face. "Have a tart, Hermione," she said firmly.
Hermione reluctantly took another fruit tart.
"Any other objections?"
Danie and September were silent.
"Good. Now, since you guys aren't talking," Bumblebuddy said. "I'll get us started."
Oh dear, here we go, Hermione thought.
"First off, Marie. She's been acting highly suspiscious lately. Never says a word. Always staring at something we can't see."
"No," Hermione gasped. Even she couldn't hide her surprise. "Not Marie. She's...she's so nice."
Bumblebuddy rolled her eyes. "Hermione, just 'cause some is abnormally quiet doesn't mean they're nice. Marie...she's so up to something. 'Just thinking' she says. Thinking, my foot! Plotting, I say. Plotting! Don't believe me? I'll let you present the evidence!"
"Huh?" September muttered.
"Danie, tell me. What did Marie have to say about innocent, sweet Spirit-rain's horrendous murder?" Bumblebuddy asked.
"Well...she hasn't said anything," Danie responded slowly.
"Exactly!" Bumblebuddy cried.
"Exactly?"
"EXACTLY!"
"Wait, what?"
"And what did she say about Tulip's death?" Bumblebuddy asked, her voice growing more intense.
"Nothing."
"And HAB's? And everyone else who died?"
"Nothing...again!" Danie responded.
"Exactly!"
"Exactly!"
"EXACTLY!"
"Wow," Danie said. "This is like Illuminati confirmed or something, only it's..."
"It's me confirmed, that's what it is!" Bumblebuddy cried. "Finally someone understands my thought process! Don't you see? I'm not going off of nothing. I have good. Solid. Evidence! And what do you think, September?"
"Well...it does seem to make sense," September sounded a little unsure.
"See? And Hermione?"
Hermione set her tart down. "I would prefer to decline from offering my input on this subject."
"On to the next thing! Although Marie is an extremely likely suspect, we must always have a backup! Maybe it's not Marie. Let's start with AEs, because seriously, they're crazy. Except for dear Tulip, though even she was a bit different. They don't really have the same sense of...morals as we CBers do. Of all the types of people, AEs are the most likely to do something as irrational and spontaneous as these killings. Now think, because I myself am still trying to figure out suspects. What AEs do you believe may have the strength or knowledge or skills or capability of some sort of murdering all these people?"
"Honestly," Hermione muttered.
Danie chewed thoughtfully on her third tart. "Hmm...Saphira can turn into a dragon."
"Are you kidding me?" Hermione said. "She risked her life to save Bumblebuddy's life, and she tried to save Spirit-rain too. We all saw it!"
"Okay, okay, not Saphira," Danie agreed.
"W-w-what about Sprankje?" September stuttered, as if afraid to make an accusation. "She's skilled pickpocket. She's said it herself. And she took Saphira's $20 just yesterday. And Mirax figured out that she did and made her give it back..."
Danie snapped her fingers. "Hey, you're right!"
"Y-yeah. Becuase remember how she said she was hoping to break into teh store. I know we take those sort of things AEs say for granted, but maybe Sprankje was joking-not-joking. Maybe..."
"She wanted to get in so she could kill Brookeira!" Bumblebuddy finished.
"And she asked about the alarm system too, so Brooke told her about the alarm stickers and teh damaging ink!" September said. "What if it's Sprankje? It...it must be!"
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
September jumped.
"Who's that?" Hermione asked.
Bumblebuddy grinned. "The others."
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Stay tuned, folks!
(July 2, 2016 - 8:50 pm)
Aaaaah! I love this ski lodge so much!!!!!! It's so exciting!!!!
(Yes, that is a liberal amount of exclamation points. It's how I feel about this lodge!!!!!!)
(July 2, 2016 - 10:04 pm)
Glad you like it! *smiles*
Not only is writing Ski Lodges new to me, but this type of writing in general is a fun adventure...figuring out the general plot (significant deaths, plot twists, etc), and just writing every day...it's really cool. Also, I've never written mystery before. So yeah, a writing adventure!
(July 2, 2016 - 11:58 pm)
I love how you're writing me as this perceptive, vocabulary loving, levelheaded person.
(July 3, 2016 - 8:29 am)
Owlgirl, I LOVE it!!!! It's amazing and it's so suspenseful! And the Hamilton references are great! :)
(July 3, 2016 - 12:26 am)
(July 4, 2016 - 1:35 pm)
(July 4, 2016 - 2:44 pm)
Sorry I haven't been able to write lately...will write more today and try to get it in. Keep this topped!
(July 5, 2016 - 1:08 pm)
Grrrr I wish I had joined this ski lodge; it's so good!!! It's also extremely painful to watch all these Hamilton references go by without my being a part of them. I wish I had Lin $10 bill...
(July 5, 2016 - 4:33 pm)
You can read it, at least.
(July 6, 2016 - 9:38 am)
Me too!
(July 27, 2016 - 7:11 pm)
Okay people, in this next part, you guys get pretty intense. This DOES NOT REFLECT HOW I INTERPRET YOU PERSONALITIES TO BE. Once again, this is just for the sake.
DAY EIGHT, continued once more
"Come in!" Bumblebuddy called.
The door opened. Marie, Clouded Leopard, Mirax, and Shadowmoon walked inside.
When Marie saw who was in the room, she froze. Maybe she shouldn't have come after all...
"So what are we here for?" Shadowmoon asked, sounding bored.
"Oh, September here was just telling us how she's absolutely sure the killer is Sprankje," Bumblebuddy said cheerfully, as if she were discussing something casual like the weather.
September's jaw fell open. She gaped at Bumblebuddy with a horrified expression, like she had just been told someone kidnapped the cast of Hamilton.
Hermione's eyes widened too. She had not expected that either.
Mirax's eyes narrowed at September. Nobody said a word, but it wasn't a peacful silence. It was tense; like the calm before the inevitable storm. Mirax was always in such high spirits. If she was angry...
"I...I...didn't say...um...I..." September stammered, her cheeks flushing with her painfully obvious lie.
"How dare you accuse my AE of murder," Mirax told September angrily.
"You accuse her, you accuse me. And neither me nor my AE would ever kill anybody, much less a CAPTCHA, much less HAB! He was one of my best friends!" She paused. "Maybe the reason you're pointing fingers, September, is because you don't want any fingers pointed at you!"
September gasped, and her hands began to shake slightly. No, this couldn't be happening. Her worst fear.
Bumblebuddy leaned close to Hermione and whispered soft enough for only her to hear. "Behold, my method. The more people accuse each other, the longer list of suspects I get, and the closet to finding the killer."
Hermione refused to look at Bumblebuddy.
"Yeah, why do you act so scared all the time?" Clouded Leopard blurted.
"Well your CAPTCHA can turn into a fox. Easy to sneak in and out of places," Shadowmoon muttered.
"Excuse me?" Clouded was now glaring at Shadowmoon. "Your AE can turn into a dragon!"
"My AE saved Bumblebuddy's life!"
"But not Spirit-rain's."
"Spirit-rain fell!"
"Maybe Saphira could have carried them to safety!"
"You're being awful!"
The two CBers got closer, both furious.
Hermione stepped between them. "Now, girls- "
"Please stay out of this," Clouded snapped.
Hermione stepped back, palms facing outward. What was wrong with everyone?
Mirax briefly stopped throwing accusations at September. "Hermi's right! We shouldn't worry about each other. Worry about her!" She pointed at September, whose hands were still shaking.
"No, that's not what I meant!" Hermione groaned. She smacked her forehead.
"Why are you so interested in pinning it on September, hmm?" Shadowmoon asked suspiciously.
"No, it's not Mirax, it's you!" Clouded Leopard cried.
"Hey!"
The two resumed arguing fiercely with each other.
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More soon! I have it written out, just posting it in parts.
(July 6, 2016 - 12:00 pm)
DAY EIGHT, still being continued
Marie started backing towards the door.
Danie slipped across the room and stood in front it. "Why are you leaving, Marie?" Danie asked suspiciously.
Marie recoiled. "Um..."
"Don't like suspsicions, do you, considering the possibility that you're the MURDERER!"
Marie paled. With her now ghostly skin and her light brown hair framing her face, she looked like a very scared angel.
"There is quite a bit of evidence," Danie said almost apologetically.
Bumblebuddy started counting reasons on her fingers. "You're abnormally quiet. You haven't offered your sympathies to me. You act scared of me, scared to be in this room full of accusations."
"Wouldn't anyone?" Marie mumbled, but she was ignored.
"Plus, you were closer to the gift shop than anyone at the time of Brookeira's murder," someone said from behind Bumblebuddy, who turned and found that Clouded Leopard and Shadowmoon had joined the coversation.
"Wow, that's right! The gift shop is right nest to the relaxation area."
"All the other attractions are on the other side of the park," Clouded pointed out.
Meanwhile, Mirax was still yelling at September.
"I'm sorry, okay? But- " September started.
"An apology doesn't count when you say 'but' right after! You might as well cross your fingers," She continued to lecture.
September could still hear Mirax talking, but now the sound washed around her, and she couldn't understand the words, just the harsh meaning they conveyed. They crashed upon her like a tidal wave, hitting her over and over again, making her head pound relentlessly.
Suddenly the door flew open, and all teh AEs burst in.
"We heard commotion, chaos, and cocoa-phony!" MP yelled. Cacophony, Hermione corrected mentally. "And we're here to ADD TO IT!"
"YEAH!!!" the other AEs screamed.
This is too much, September thought as her eyes filled with tears. Her entire body trembled.
With an anguished cry, she leapt up and ran from the room, sobbing. The door slammed closed behind her.
For a moment, the CBers paused their fighting. Hermione looked deeply concerned for the girl, and angry at the same time at the stupid bickering.
The fighting resumed.
Hermione rushed out of the room. Nobody even noticed her through the cacophony.
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Not done yet! Maybe done for today, though...
(July 6, 2016 - 12:36 pm)