Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

You are peacefully reading [insert title of your favorite book here] for the eleven-thousandth time when your phone rings. Loudly. In fact, you're pretty sure your phone doesn't usually have such an obnoxious, repetitive, blaring ringtone. Grimacing already, you pick up the phone, most likely about to snap at whoever has subjected you to such a horrible twelve seconds of torturous sound. Before you can do so, however, the person on the other side cuts you off, speaking in a fast, excited voice that sounds like someone from a TV commercial.

"You- yes, you, the person currently grumbling about irritating ringtones- have been invited to star- yes, I said STAR- on The Arbitrary Reality Show! The Arbitrary Reality Show's first season is currently being filmed in our glamorous studio that's very very far away from wherever you currently are- but don't worry about transport, we'll get you there. What you should worry about is not getting eliminated, because if you lose a challenge, you'll lose the chance to win our FABULOUS GRAND PRIZE! It's so fabulous, we CAN'T REVEAL WHAT IT IS! So get ready to WIN- or you'll lose and be sent home with nothing."
She hangs up abruptly, and you take a moment to stare at the phone in bewilderment before you realize you have suddenly been transported into a large limo. Next to you is a  suitcase in the neon color of your choosing. The voice from the call comes over the speakers in the sides of the limo walls.
"Welcome, lucky contestant! You'll soon arrive at the studio, where The Arbitrary Reality Show is being filmed. But first, you've got to pack! Just announce what you're bringing to the limo and it will all appear in the suitcase. I assure you, it's the more trendy equivalent of a carpet bag- everything will fit. 
Now, before you get to packing, you'll need some information. You've probably heard of "ski lodges." This is a lot like those- except no one dies! That's significantly more cheering than what most other ski lodges promise, isn't it? Instead of dying, contestants that are eliminated will be sent home in humiliation. Unless I like them very much, in which case they might be allowed to stay on as an extra. So you've got nothing to worry about, right? 
Oh, one more thing: you've been chosen to star, but you've got to earn it by being quick. Only NINE LUCKY PEOPLE can be contestants, so make haste! Sign up when the limo arrives, or you could lose your chance to win that FABULOUS GRAND PRIZE! Filming begins on July 11 (next Monday). Don't be late!"
And with that the voice stops. Well, you might as well sign up. That GRAND PRIZE does sound FABULOUS.
*Notice: Each contestant may bring one (1) alter ego and one (1) CAPTCHA if he or she wishes. Aes will be contestants. CAPTCHAs may provide assistance to their respective owners if such assistance is necessary, fair, and/or applicable but may not participate as contestants on their own.
submitted by The Host
(July 7, 2016 - 12:06 pm)

back to the Pudding's Place
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(July 21, 2016 - 6:22 pm)
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(July 23, 2016 - 8:02 pm)
submitted by TOP
(July 23, 2016 - 8:02 pm)
I'm back! Sorry, it's been a while since I posted.
Day 4 Part 1
Arwen was eating marshmallows for breakfast. The CBers were mostly ignoring this, Mrs. Elton was having a panic attack over it, and the rest of the Æs were trying to get in on the sweet-eating. 
"Hey, Arwen, nice marshmallows you got there. Can I have one?" Masked Piester snaked her arm over Arwen's shoulder and towards the marshmallows.
"No." Arwen smacked the hand away. "And none for you either, Stan."
Stan pouted and withdrew his hand.
Unfortunately, though Arwen knew how to defend herself from the reaching hands of hungry Æs, she did not anticipate an attack from the air. Sandra swooped down from above and stole a marshmallow off Arwen's plate in a way that made her appear very similar to her cousin, the seagull. 
"Hey!" Arwen whined. "That's mine!"
MP's eyes lit up, and she quickly snatched another marshmallow, then slipped away.
"What-" Arwen stared, aghast, as Stan pulled the entire plate towards him. "Stan!" She grabbed the plate, accidentally sending marshmallows flying.
The other Æs cheered and tried to catch the marshmallows. Arwen sulked.
"Okay, okay, calm down," the Host said. "I have a few announcements."
The Æs froze. Apparently they wanted to win more than they wanted the marshmallows.
"Firstly, I'd like to inform everyone that the fourth challenge will be a maze."
There were a few exchanged glances around the room. What would the catch be this time?
"Secondly, one of the crew members found a karaoke machine in storage..." She pointed to a clunky machine beside her. "So if you want to use that, you can.
And finally," she said. "Don't forget to guess me. I probably should have told you earlier, but this is just a reminder. Okay?"
The contestants nodded, several of them seeming quite impatient.
"Alright then, I'll see you here at ten of eleven." The Host left.
For a moment everything was silent. The CBers looked at the karaoke machine. 
"Hey..." Owlgirl said. "Think it has Hamilton?"
Stan raised a fist triumphantly. "Finally! Let us take over this show with Hamilton!"
Mei facepalmed.
Stan raced over to the machine and grabbed the microphone. Scrolling through the available songs, he found Hamilton and let out a shout of delight. He grabbed the microphone.
"I may not live to see our glory," He yelled.
"I may not liff to see our g-gory," Ketsrel continued compulsively, as if she wasn't aware she was doing it.. Her mouth was full.
"But I would gladly join the fight!" Stan raised a triumphant fist.
"But I would gladly join the fight!" The Riddler and Owlgirl echoed.
"What is this, Hamilton brainwashing?" Brookeira muttered to Mei. "Oh no, Masked Piester!" 
Masked Piester had stormed up to the karaoke machine and grabbed the mic. She scrolled through the songs. "Perfect," she whispered.
Suddenly an old grunge song came on- it mostly consisted of someone screaming incoherently. MP started screaming along and dancing; that is, jumping up and down, stomping, and pieing things.
"Hey!" Stan complained. "We were trying to sing Hamilton!"
"It might be for the best that you don't," Mirax said, gently guiding each Hamilton-struck CBer back to her seat. 
"Um, Mirax, why are you acting like that?" Owlgirl said. 
"Like what?"
"Like, all careful. Like we're injured or something."
"We think you guys need to take a little break from Hamilton," Bookworm said.
"What? It's not like we're addicted or anything..."
"Just a little obsessed..."
"We don't need an intervention or anything..."
And for the next hour the Hamiltonian CBers tried to convince the others of their sanity to the non-tune of "Screaming Rhapsody No. 4 (Pielike Version)".
submitted by The Host
(July 25, 2016 - 3:25 pm)

They asked us to "take a break" from Hamilton?

What I would've said was:

Oh, I love that song! TAKE A BREAK AAAAAND GET AWAAAAAAAAAAAAY! 

Host are you Brookeira, Novelist, Abi, Ashlee, or Riddler? 

submitted by Owlgirl
(July 26, 2016 - 9:45 am)

Nope! Guess again!

submitted by The Host
(July 26, 2016 - 5:06 pm)

Elmodaisy? Scylla?

submitted by Owlgirl
(July 26, 2016 - 6:24 pm)

Run away with us for the summer let's go upstate!!!!!!

submitted by The Riddler
(July 28, 2016 - 9:40 am)

Top!!!

submitted by The Host
(July 25, 2016 - 3:35 pm)

*RIPS MICROPHONE OUT IF MP'S HAND* *HISSES* * cheerfully changes music*

I am not throwin away my shot!

I am not throwin away my shot! 

Hey yo I'm just like my country 

I'm young, scrappy and hungry 

And I'm not throwin away my shot! 

Saphira: She might possibly have brains, but she is absolutely lacking in the polish department.  

submitted by Shadowmoon
(July 27, 2016 - 8:32 am)

*Changes song again*

I'VE GOT TO BE,

I'VE GOT TO BE

IN THE ROOM

IN THAT BIG OL' ROOM!!!!!

The art of the compromise

HOLD YOUR NOSE AND CLOSE YOUR E-EYES 

We want our leaders to save the day

BUT WE DON'T GET A SAY IN WHAT WE TRADE AWAAAAY

We dream of a brand new start

BUT WE DREAM IN THE DARK FOR THE MOST PART!!!!

Dark as a tomb where it happens

I'VE GOT TO BE IN THE ROOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!

I'VE GOT TO BE

I'VE GOT TO BEEEE

I'VE GOT TO BE

I'VE GOTTA BE, I GOTTA BE-

IN THE ROOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

Click-BOOM!!!

I call being Burr! 

submitted by The Riddler
(July 28, 2016 - 9:52 am)
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